Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 22

The days following the café meeting with Jungkook felt like an eerie calm before a storm. He had kept his word, giving me space, but it didn't feel like freedom. His presence lingered in every shadow, every whisper, and every stolen glance across the courtyard. He was there, watching, waiting.

I should have been relieved, should have embraced the silence that had replaced his suffocating possessiveness. But my mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. His words from that night still echoed in my head. I want to prove to you that I can change. And yet, something about the way he had said it left me unsettled, like a promise wrapped in chains.

The tension between us crackled like static, invisible but impossible to ignore.

I was doing my best to focus on my own life, keeping my head down and staying away from any unnecessary drama. But fate, or rather Jungkook, had other plans.

As I crossed the courtyard on my way to class, my eyes landed on him—tall, confident, radiating that dangerous aura that had drawn me in from the start. My stomach twisted into knots at the sight of him, but what really sent a spark of something bitter through me was the girl at his side.

Aria.

She was clinging to his arm like she had every right to be there, her lips curved into a smirk as she whispered something to him. He didn't push her away. He let her stay close, let her touch him, and something inside me snapped.

I forced myself to keep walking, to pretend I didn't see them. You don't care. He's trying to get a reaction out of you. Don't fall for it.

But then her voice cut through the air, deliberately loud, each syllable like a knife carving into my restraint.

"I can't believe how pathetic some girls are," Aria laughed, throwing a glance in my direction. "Desperate. Clingy. They don't realize when they've been discarded."

A few students nearby chuckled, their murmurs of agreement stinging like acid. My steps faltered, rage bubbling beneath my skin.

Jungkook remained silent, but his eyes flicked toward me, a flicker of something unreadable in them.

Aria wasn't done. "Honestly, Jungkook, it's a relief knowing you only need me. All those other girls were just temporary distractions, right? You don't even glance at anyone else anymore. Like in the hallways earlier—I noticed you didn't even look at her once."

The smugness in her voice was the final blow.

I turned sharply on my heel, marching straight toward them before I could talk myself out of it. The moment I reached them, I could feel the heat of Jungkook's gaze locking onto mine, but I ignored him. My focus was on Aria, on her arrogance, on the satisfaction she took in belittling me.

"Shut up, Aria," I snapped, my voice cutting through the courtyard like a whip.

She blinked, feigning innocence. "Oh? Did I say something wrong?"

I saw red. Before I could stop myself, my hand shot out, colliding with her cheek in a sharp slap that echoed through the courtyard. A collective gasp rippled around us. Aria stumbled back, clutching her face, eyes wide with shock.

"You don't get to talk about him like that," I hissed, voice low and dangerous. "You don't know anything about us. You think you can just waltz in and take my place? You're wrong. Jungkook doesn't love you—he never has. You're just another pawn in whatever game he's playing. But me?" I stepped closer, my voice unwavering. "I'm the one he loves. I'm the one he needs."

I met Jungkook's gaze then, daring him to contradict me, but he just watched, his lips curving into something dark and satisfied.

Aria gaped at me, still stunned, before her expression twisted with rage. "You're insane."

I smirked, tilting my head. "Then you better stay out of my way."

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there in humiliated silence. My heart was pounding, my hands shaking, but I refused to let it show.

The moment I stepped into an empty hallway, I exhaled sharply, pressing my palm against the cool wall to steady myself. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had never been the type to lash out physically, never one to cause a scene. But Aria had pushed me too far, and I had snapped.

The worst part? I meant every word I had said.

I hated that he had gotten under my skin again, that he had drawn me back into this toxic cycle of jealousy and possessiveness. But most of all, I hated that part of me still wanted him. No matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I tried to push him away, the truth was undeniable.

Jungkook was still mine.

And I wasn't ready to let him go.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. This was dangerous. This was reckless. But deep down, I knew the battle between us was far from over. I had made my move.

Now it was his turn.

( don't blame me for Jungkook's behavior guyss!!!!! you don't know his pov )