Do It Like Me
Pairing: Jungkook singer x chubby y/n
PART 2 of Places You Never Were
(I will also be writing a continuation if you guys want one, but otherwise, this is the last official part😆) Not edited as usual
Triggers: sad feelings, crude words and description, intense unrequited love, mild yandere activity?, smut, twist at the end
I was going in circles, mentally. Was it even necessary that I care about him at this point? That something in me still felt bad even after everything he did to me. All after he used me, made me a shriveled husk of myself , and then dropped me.
I remember the last time I saw him in person at that award show a while back. He looked prideful at the time, dark eyes glinting with latent arrogance, maximal self assurance in who he was and what he had achieved as a singular entity . He had acted as though I had never existed. He had not even acknowledged that some person in his life had gone the extra miles for him to become who he was that day onstage.
I thought I had a choice in the matter. Unfortunately, I was still tight with Jimin and he came into the studio as he occasionally does one day. He ran in, eyes rimmed with red and slightly damp, "Did you hear what happened to Kook Y/N? He's in the hospital and we are all so scared. What if he can't recover? He has broken his legs Y/N!! Tibia fractured in multiple places". He looked so distraught , lips downturned in a pout as though he were going to start balling right this minute.
Sighing, I got up, ambling over to give him a hug. "He will be alright Jimin, he always is. It may take him a long recovery time, but don't doubt that he will recover. You guys should be there for him at this time". Jimin nodded vigorously, tears still dripping from his eyes as he wiped them with his hands. His arms encircling my waist to hug me back. I patted his back gently. His muffled cries died down as I continued to cradle him in my arms, rocking rhythmically back and forth ever so slightly to soothe him.
"Y/N, why do you always give the best hugs? It always feels like coming home". I get startled at his candid assessment. "Umm, not sure" , I chuckle. "I am glad you feel that way. That I can be some comfort to you".
Jimin smiled a watery grin, "You are the only reason I have a career this big. I never dreamed of it you know. You made a far-off dream for me, a reality". I smile back at him sheepishly, "Don't keep praising, you know I hate it. Especially when most of it was your own efforts anyway--your artistry and skills".
His embrace tightened around me, his breath ghosting my bare midriff. I froze, my shirt had actually lifted up as I had gone in for a hug. He didn't move away. His lips almost touched my bare skin. I shivered as the faint imprint of his lips seared my skin. He murmured, "It was all you. If you never believed in me, if you never came into my life--I would have nothing, would be nothing. And it really doesn't help that I found you so sexy and gorgeous from the time I first entered the studio to record the album. You wouldn't believe what I have done without you knowing. I feel guilty about it at times, but the temptation of you is too much to resist".
I was so taken aback, I croaked out in bewilderment, "What have you done that you feel guilty about"? He turned his smooth cheek towards me, his soft face indented into my rounded bare belly, making me gasp aloud at the sensation, his plump lips burrowing into my belly button. "What are you doing Jimin", I yelped in shock. Shock and something else--a feeling I couldn't place a warm treacly feeling spreading through my pelvis.
He said in a rather matter in fact tone, "I feel so guilty because ever since I saw you, I attempt to forget your face because you pop up in my mind every time I try to go to sleep, every time I am randomly going through my life. On stage, at a cafe, when I am recording, when I am at dance practice. And you know what? This slow torture, I don't want it to end. I want to be thinking about you all the time. Want to submerge myself in you, become one with you. And you know how you let me into your house one time to water the house plants when you were away"?
I nodded, remembering the time I had a meeting with producers in America, leaving him responsible to keep track of the house plants. He continued stuttering," w-w-well", gulping again to wet his mouth , "I may have stolen some articles of clothing. sp-pecifically your cherry studded panties".
I stand there in a stupor. What was he confessing to? "You...took them for what reason"? And that's when I felt his hands unzip my skirt slowly...cold a/c air hitting my thighs as his lips dragged down my skin from my belly button down to the elastic band of my panties. He mouthed out his response onto my skin, "Because I am addicted to your scent. Because I am addicted to you. Your smile, your body, you. And I wanted to know what you smelled like down there. I always catch your scent when I hug you or sit next to you and after getting high on that..obsessed with that.....I wanted to know what the woman I love smells like in the place that I want to be solely mine, only mine".
I shake, teetering on a fine edge when his teeth skate across the fabric of my panties. "And you know what Y/N , I became obsessed with that scent as well. And now if I don't get my fix, I lose it. So easily. I need to breathe you in because you are the only thing that makes sense in my life".
I try to pull away, put distance- "but Jimin, you don't know me that well. And how can you get addicted to something you smelled one month ago , on one occasion. Not to mention how gross an invasion of ". Before I could finish , he cut me off, his plump pink lips nestled at my nether lips, mouthing into the fabric of my panties, "Why did you think I always seeked you out at your house after that? Coming over to eat food with you , needing help with music composition. I needed to be close to you. I still crave you so badly. I used those panties up, getting off to your fragrance every day for a solid week. But I am done sneaking around, taking a trip to your dirty laundry basket to steal your panties. I want it from the source now, not anywhere else" .
And with that statement puncturing the tense air, he gently dragged his mouth down my panties and smothered my nether lips with his pillowy lips, dragging them into his wet mouth, sucking at my folds. I groan , "Jimin don't". But he doesn't comply, nibbling at my folds like he's eating at a five star buffet. His lips suctioning my clit as he squeezes my fleshy hips gently, "It's mine Y/N let me have it. I have been dreaming about it for a whole year now. Make my dreams come true again, please".
I moan helplessly as he devours me.
A strange detail hits me, "Jimin, were you the one who randomly deposited money into my account, 100k dollars throughout this whole year? The amounts that randomly showed up in my account "?He chuckles , his rumbly low voice making me even wetter frustratingly enough, "Wouldn't want my woman to feel tight on money. Now would I? I know you earn well enough now for yourself. But I wanted you to go on that vacation to the Maldives you have been planning for a while now. Wanted to make sure you have everything you could possibly dream of".
And the merciless thought tore through my psyche, when was the last time someone had cared about me and my dreams? I couldn't however maintain a coherent stream of thought as he lavished my core with attention, slurping, sucking, licking -teething at my folds as though he couldn't ever get enough. Like he wanted to drown in me. He gripped me like he couldn't bear the thought of me leaving him.
I fell apart, my knees failing me, as he lowered me into his lap, and he continued sniffing at my neck as he grips me in a tight vise. Licking his lips, he looks me straight in the eyes, "Delicious darling. Let me have that every morning, and I can a die a happy man". Still in a torpid state from his sexual attentions , obsessive declarations , I beseech him ,"You do know how Jungkook used me right? I don't know if I can go through that again Jimin. I can't trust men anymore".
He lazily grinned, "Don't trust men darling. Trust me. I won't let you go, I can't". His eyes shine with a beguiling glint, "He was a fool to lose you. But I am so glad he did. Because I couldn't make you mine otherwise".
And somehow, he convinced me to come with him to see Jungkook in the hospital. As we walked in, I saw Jungkook cringe in pain as a nurse was cleaning one of his wounds. His legs were both wrapped in long casts as he lay on the bed. Jungkook looked at me in surprise, a momentary smile blending into a frown on his face, "I didn't think you would want to come see me after all I have done to you".
I walked to his bedside, sighing I proclaim ,"Regardless of what you did, you were severely injured. I wanted to come to see and reassure you. You can recover from this Jungkook, as difficult as it may feel in the moment".
As I stood in front of Jimin, I didn't see what I should've seen. Jimin smiled as he said with a peculiar look in his eye, "Exactly what Y/N said Kook. You can recover from this". He paused as he continued, "And don't worry about Y/N. She has me now to take care of her. She always did, she just didn't know it before".
Jimin looked at Jungkook with an imperceptibly cold glint in his eyes, "Should've been careful Kook , would've avoided this accident if you were more mindful of your actions".
He whispered inaudibly to himself, "If only you knew your fate was unavoidable". A half smile lingered on his face. Jungkook and I didn't notice anything amiss as I walked over to cut some fruits for Jungkook to eat.
Jungkook conversed with Jimin as I cut the fruit. "When were you into Y/N Minnie? I didn't see this coming". He asked the query with a curious lilt. Jimin replied casually, stroking my hip as he responded, "Some of us realize our dreams once we meet someone pivotal in our lives. And that was Y/N for me".
Jungkook pushed on with a strange intensity in his eyes, "And when did you meet Y/N"? Jimin now gripped my hip possessively as he smirked, "I met her before you met her. When she was helping grade our composition assessments as trainees".
I chortled in surprise, "I don't remember you Jimin. How did you remember me? I must've barely been there, that assessment lasted half an hour that time. Plus I was dressed in a dumpy black hoodie".
Jimin looks at me with all the fervor of someone in the throes of joy, as if he was reminiscing something only he knew, " I remembered you Y/N because you were the single most beautiful and warm hearted person I had encountered in this city till then. And that hasn't changed Y/N".
I smiled back at him, he was so sweet, so kind and giving. I walked out of the room to use the bathroom ,excusing myself as Jimin kissed me briefly on the lips.
The door closed behind me.
Jungkook pressed on, "And how did I end up in the hospital Jimin"? Jimin nonchalantly poured himself a glass of water. "What are you saying Jungkook? You know how you ended up here. You were drunk and driving".
Not even glancing around the room once, Jungkook continued with his dark eyes narrowing, "Tell me Jimin. How did I end up here"?
Jimin smiled mysteriously, "You should know that better than me Jungkook. Just like how you should know how you fucked that dancer behind Y/N's back when you guys used to date. Just like how you know you cheated on her".
Jungkook looked like he was about to hyperventilate, give into hysterics-- like he had finally pieced something together that had evaded him for years, like it clicked all at once.
"Jimin, why did you introduce that dancer to me at the time when you knew I was with Y/N. Why did you tell me that I should experience new things. That I didn't need a long term girlfriend at that stage in our careers. That we should taste the rainbow before settling".
Jimin beamed at him, leaning in to drawl, "Temptation is ever present. I never forced you to take my suggestion. Not my fault you decided to succumb. So much for your fidelity".
Jungkook's face contorted into fear, "You planned this, didn't you? This was all part of your elaborate plan to get Y/N for yourself".
Jimin sniggered, "Plan? Me? I don't plan Jungkook, I dream and execute. And you know what Jungkook? Mere dreamers aren't winners. You have to fight for what you want. What do you think I dreamed of since we joined as trainees"?
Jungkook's mind was swamped in confusion as he asked ,"What was your dream"?
Jimin wrinkled his eyes into a wide grin, "My dream was always Y/N. Whatever I dream of, I always get it. Fame is a cruel mistress, but my Y/N isn't. I was in the background of her life, but not anymore".
I came back into the room, smiling at them, not sensing the strange tension that had developed. "What were you speaking to Jungkook about Jimin"?
Jimin got up to move closer to me and Jungkook's knuckles clutched the hospital bed sheets so hard they turned white. In a calm, intimate tone he says melodically "I was just waiting for you darling. Like I always do". He looked at Jungkook briefly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lush lips.
