Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 18

Y/N

The weekend had come and gone, leaving behind a lingering unease in my chest. I was curled up by my bedroom window, staring at the sky, hoping the fresh morning air would clear my thoughts. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting to disrupt the fragile calm I'd built.

Then my phone buzzed.

The unknown number flashed across the screen, and for a split second, I debated ignoring it. But curiosity won out.

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

My brows furrowed. I wasn't in the mood for games. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed back.

Y/N: Who is this?

A quick response followed.

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.

Suzy? I glanced at my reflection in the window, suspicion prickling at the back of my mind.

Y/N: It's nice, but tell me your name first.

There was a pause. Then:

Unknown Number: Mike.

Mike. The name sent a shiver down my spine. He wasn't just some random classmate—he was one of Jungkook's friends. The same Jungkook who had spent the last few weeks invading every inch of my life.

I hesitated before replying, trying to gauge if this was a setup.

Y/N: Oh, I know you. You're close to Jungkook, aren't you?

Mike: Yeah, but this isn't about him. Just tell me about Suzy.

Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe Mike really did have a thing for Suzy. After a moment, I started typing out details—her favorite coffee order, the way she loved collecting tiny notebooks she never used, how sunsets made her feel at peace. The conversation became easy, light even, until Mike threw in a question that made my heart slam against my ribs.

Mike: Do you love Jungkook?

My fingers froze over the screen. This felt like a test. A trap.

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

The response came faster than I expected.

Mike: He loves you, though. More than anything. He even beat up some guys who tried to ask you out.

My breath hitched. I read the message twice, my pulse roaring in my ears. Jungkook had done what?

Y/N: What?

Mike: You didn't know? Yeah, he's insane. But you already knew that.

A deep exhale left my lips. It wasn't exactly shocking, but hearing it out loud—knowing he was out there, keeping track of me in ways I hadn't even realized—made my stomach twist.

Mike kept the conversation going, making light-hearted jokes, teasing me about my type in guys—how I wanted someone who listened, who was soft, shy, the complete opposite of Jungkook. And maybe I laughed a little, because it was ridiculous how my life had turned into this tangled mess of mixed signals and unspoken truths.

Maybe because deep down, I knew—

I didn't hate Jungkook.

I just hated what he did to me.

Y/N sighed, staring at her phone. There was a truth buried in her words, one she wasn't ready to fully acknowledge yet. Jungkook was infuriating, domineering, and everything she claimed to dislike in a guy—but he was also the one person who made her feel more alive than anyone else ever had.

Mike: Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. And hey, maybe someday you'll figure out what you really want. Until then, I'm here if you need to talk.

She smiled at the screen, feeling a strange sense of comfort. For the first time in a while, she felt like she had someone on her side, someone who understood the complexity of her situation. And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to understand it a little better herself too.

Two days had passed since the weekend, but the tension that had built between Y/N and Jungkook hadn't diminished. If anything, it had only grown, lingering in the back of her mind like a dark cloud ready to unleash a storm. She knew what Jungkook was capable of, and the mere thought of running into him on campus made her stomach churn with a mix of fear and unease. Determined to avoid him at all costs, Y/N spent the day slipping through hallways with her head down, taking the long routes to classes, and sticking close to her friends.

The day dragged on, and with each passing moment, the anxiety within her grew. Just as she thought she might be able to get through the day without incident, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Suzy.

Suzy: "Hey, can you meet me at 225? It's urgent."

Y/N furrowed her brow. Room 225? They were supposed to be in class right now. Why would Suzy ask her to meet there? Something didn't feel right. A sense of dread curled in her chest, but she couldn't ignore her friend's request. With a shaky breath, she made her way to the room, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

As she reached the door of room 225, the hallway was eerily quiet. Her hand trembled as she grasped the door handle, hesitating for a moment before slowly pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, and before she could fully step inside, she felt a strong hand grab her wrist and yank her in. The door slammed shut behind her, and she found herself pinned against it, the breath knocked out of her lungs.

Her eyes widened as she came face to face with Jungkook, his dark gaze locking onto hers with a mixture of amusement and something far more sinister. His lips curled into a smirk, the kind that sent a shiver racing down her spine.

"Welcome, princess," he whispered, his voice low and dangerously calm.

Y/N's body tensed, her pulse quickening as she squirmed beneath his grip, trying to free herself. She wanted to push him away, to curse at him, but her body betrayed her, frozen in fear and something else she refused to acknowledge. Her heart hammered in her chest as he pressed closer, the heat of his body seeping into hers.

"What's the matter, Y/N?" Jungkook taunted, his breath hot against her ear. "You seemed so brave in your messages. What happened to that fire?"

She clenched her fists, struggling to find her voice, but the words caught in her throat. Every inch of her screamed to fight back, to resist, but the intensity of his gaze, the power he exuded, made it impossible to move.

"Cat got your tongue?" he murmured, tilting her chin up with his free hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You can't hide from me, sweetheart. I told you, you belong to me. And I'll make sure you never forget it."

Y/N's breath hitched as his words sank in, the possessiveness in his tone sending a wave of fear and an unwelcome thrill through her. She tried to muster the strength to push him away, to scream, to do anything, but her body remained traitorously still. Jungkook's smirk deepened, seeing her struggle.

"You're going to regret crossing me, Y/N," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that only made her shiver more. "But don't worry, I'll enjoy every second of it."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he added, "And so will you."