Whispers of Submission: A Twisted Dark Romance

Chapter 15

Later next day Y/N was standing in the hallway, her textbooks cradled in her arms as she chatted with Taehyung. He was effortlessly charming, his smile warm and genuine as he shared a funny story about their mutual friend.

“So, then Hobi completely missed the point and ended up doing the entire project backward!” Taehyung laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “I can’t believe it! Hobi’s always so careful about everything.”

“Yeah, but even he has his moments,” Taehyung chuckled, leaning casually against the locker beside her. “Honestly, it was kind of impressive how he managed to get it wrong in such a creative way.”

They both laughed, and Y/N felt a lightness in her chest. Taehyung had a way of making her forget about everything else, his easygoing nature a refreshing change from the intensity she was used to with Jungkook.

Just as she was about to respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen, her smile fading slightly when she saw a text from Jungkook:

**"Come to the empty classroom on the third floor. Now."**

Her heart sank, and she felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. Jungkook wasn’t the type to send casual messages, and the commanding tone of this one made it clear that he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asked, noticing the sudden change in her expression.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to brush off her nerves. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Just… something I need to take care of.”

Taehyung’s brow furrowed in concern. “You sure? You seem a bit tense.”

“I’m fine, really,” she insisted, her voice a little too bright. “I just need to go. But it was nice talking to you, Tae.”

He nodded, though he still looked a bit worried. “Alright, but if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks,” she said, her smile softening. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As she turned to leave, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Taehyung was kind, and talking with him made her feel normal, something she hadn’t felt in a while. But she knew better than to keep Jungkook waiting, especially when he was in one of his moods.

She headed to the third floor, her steps quickening as her mind raced. What could Jungkook want? Why was he summoning her like this? She had a bad feeling about it, but there was no turning back now.

When she reached the empty classroom, she hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. The room was dimly lit, and the tension in the air was thick. Jungkook was there, leaning against a desk, his expression dark and unreadable.

Without a word, he crossed the room in a few quick strides, his grip firm as he lifted her off the ground and placed her on the table. His hands were warm on her thighs, and his touch sent a shiver down her spine as she realized there was no escape.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Jungkook’s intense gaze bore into her. The air between them was charged with a mix of tension and something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she could define. Jungkook’s hands slid up her thighs, his touch both possessive and gentle, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his dark eyes.

“What were you doing with Taehyung?” Jungkook’s voice was low, laced with a hint of danger. It wasn’t just a question; it was a demand for an explanation.

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart racing. “We were just talking, Jungkook. He was telling me a funny story about Hobi. That’s all.”

His grip on her thighs tightened slightly, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N? I saw the way he was looking at you.”