Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 27

Jungkook's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white as he sat in his car, parked across the street from the café. The tinted windows shielded him from view, but he saw everything—her.

Y/N sat at a corner table, her head tilted slightly, smiling at the guy across from her. Jungkook's chest burned, jealousy clawing through him like an untamed beast. That laugh, those soft chuckles that once belonged to him, were now shared with someone else.

His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. Who the hell is he? And what makes him think he can sit there, acting like she's his?

The guy leaned closer, saying something that made her throw her head back in laughter, the sound hitting Jungkook like a taunt. His fingers tapped against the gearshift, his mind racing with questions he didn't want to answer.

Does she like him? Is this why she's been avoiding me?

The thought sliced through him, igniting a fire he couldn't control. For weeks, he'd tried to keep his distance, convincing himself it was for the best. Y/N deserved better than his chaos. But here she was, slipping further away, laughing with someone who wasn't him.

When the guy's hand brushed hers, Jungkook's restraint snapped. It was nothing—an innocent touch—but it was enough.

She's mine.
She's always been mine.
And no one else gets to touch her.

Taking a deep breath, he forced his hands to loosen before he shattered the steering wheel. His thoughts were a whirlwind of anger and something harder to admit—vulnerability. No one exposed his raw edges like Y/N. And now, she was with him.

Jungkook memorized the guy's face. Average. Too average. Someone completely unworthy of her fire. Does she even realize how out of his league she is?

He didn't realize he was out of the car until the cold air hit him. His long coat billowed behind him as he crossed the street, each step purposeful. His polished shoes clicked against the pavement, drawing attention as he entered the café. Heads turned, but he didn't notice. His focus was singular.

When he reached her table, Y/N's laughter stopped abruptly. Her eyes widened in surprise. The guy blinked up at him, clearly intimidated by the towering figure now looming over their table.

"Jungkook," she said, her voice steady but tinged with irritation. "What are you doing here?"

He ignored her, his gaze fixed on the guy. "Who's this?" His voice was calm but carried an icy edge.

"I—I'm just a friend," the guy stammered, his unease obvious.

"Friend," Jungkook repeated, his lips curling into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "How convenient."

"Jungkook, stop," Y/N snapped, rising from her seat to face him. "You don't get to do this."

His eyes locked onto hers, dark and stormy. The tension between them crackled, pulling them into a charged silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur only she could hear.

"You think this is over?" he asked, his tone as dangerous as it was quiet. "You think you can move on just like that?"

Her jaw tightened, but she didn't back down. "You made your choice. You don't get to interfere now."

A humorless smile ghosted his lips. "My choice? You think that's what this is?"

"Then what is it, Jungkook?" she challenged, crossing her arms.

He stepped closer, his voice a velvet whisper, heavy with possession. "It's about you not understanding one simple truth." He leaned in, his words brushing against her ear. "You don't belong with anyone else. You never did. And if you think this is over..."

He paused, letting his words hang in the air before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.

"...you're wrong."

A shiver ran through her, though she masked it with defiance. Jungkook straightened, shifting his focus to the guy.

"Leave," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

The guy scrambled to his feet, stammering, "Y-yeah, sure. I'll call you later, Y/N."

"No," Jungkook said coldly. "You won't."

That was all it took. The guy bolted, leaving Y/N glaring at Jungkook, her frustration palpable.

"You had no right—"

"I have every right," he interrupted, his voice unyielding. "Don't forget that."

Her lips parted, ready to argue, but the intensity in his gaze stopped her. For a moment, his eyes softened, vulnerability breaking through the storm. Then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the impenetrable mask he always wore.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, heart pounding, caught between fury and confusion.

As he exited the café, a faint smirk tugged at his lips. This wasn't over—not even close. And Jungkook had no intention of letting her forget that.