Whispers of Submission: A Twisted Dark Romance

Chapter 17

It was a tranquil weekend morning, and Y/N was soaking in the serenity, perched on the wide windowsill of her room. The sky was a canvas of soft blues, and the distant chirping of birds added to the peaceful ambiance. She loved these rare moments when she could simply be, without the weight of expectations or the suffocating presence of Jungkook.

As she leaned her head against the cool glass, her phone buzzed on the table beside her. She glanced at it, expecting another routine notification, but what she saw made her pause.

Unknown Number: Hey. Don’t block me, I need your help.

Y/N frowned, suspicious. She wasn’t in the mood for pranks. It was too early for games. But something about the message piqued her curiosity.

Y/N: Who is this?

The response came almost immediately.

Unknown Number: I’m from your class. And I kinda like your best friend Suzy. Don’t get me wrong, will you be my friend? I’m going to propose to her, but I need to know her favorite things and stuff.

She stared at the message, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. This was strange, and frankly, a little creepy. Still, she decided to play along—maybe it was genuine.

Y/N: It’s nice, but tell me your name. I won’t help you without knowing your identity.

There was a slight delay, and she imagined the sender hesitating on the other end. Finally, a name appeared on her screen.

Unknown Number: My name is Mike.

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. Mike. The name rang a bell—a very loud, alarming bell. Mike was one of Jungkook’s friends, someone she’d seen hanging around him on more than one occasion. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. Was this some kind of setup? Was Jungkook testing her loyalty?

After a moment of indecision, she typed back cautiously.

Y/N: Oh, I know you. Are you friends with our Jungkook? I saw you with him once.

The response was quick, almost too eager.

Mike: That’s nice, then please tell me about her.

Y/N took a deep breath. Maybe this wasn’t about her after all. Maybe Mike genuinely liked Suzy. She relaxed slightly and began typing out Suzy’s favorite things—her favorite coffee, her love for sunsets, and the little quirks that made her who she was. Mike responded with grateful messages, and the conversation flowed more easily than she’d expected.

But just as she thought the chat would wind down, Mike threw her a curveball.

Mike: Do you love Jungkook?

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. The question felt like a trap, like something Jungkook himself might have put Mike up to. She bit her lip, debating how to answer. Finally, she decided to be honest—or as honest as she could be without incriminating herself.

Y/N: I don’t. He controls me too much.

The reply came faster than she anticipated, and it was not what she expected.

Mike: I know he’s like that, but trust me, he loves you more than anything. He even beat the shit out of some guys who were trying to propose to you.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her fingers trembling slightly as she reread the message. She had always suspected Jungkook’s protectiveness bordered on obsession, but this confirmed it in a way that was both terrifying and… oddly touching.

Y/N: What? Really? He’s crazy.

Mike: Don’t hesitate to tell me anything. I swear I won’t tell him anything. I owe you something in exchange for the information. You can share your thoughts with me; I’m here to listen as your friend.