Thinking about how hamza is type to grab you by the neck in a soft hold knowing well enough you are way shorter than him, feels aroused seeing you standing on your toes to reach his height trying to kiss him only for him to lift you oh so effortlessly and place you on his bed as he settles between your legs, fingers intertwined, strands of his hair falling on your face as he leans in-
Is it just me or has the dhurandhar fandom on tumblr really died down. Before the second part was released, the hype of this Fandom was on a completely different level but now it feels like everybody has gotten bored of it. Not that it means one should be forced to be a part of it even if they were a fan for a really short while but now it just feels empty.
And not to forget the different theories and opinions (not to say that one isn't allowed to but-) that people have regarding the various Hamza moments in part two. It really changed the whole perspective i had of him all while I tried writing fics centering Hamza.
And especially now when I can finally focus on writing now that my exams are about to be over, no one seems to be interested in reading dhurandhar fics anymore.
I request you all please lemme know if you are interested in reading ANYTHING at all. I don't want to feel like I am just wasting my time, energy and efforts into something that will only be receiving criticism and hate.
Genre: idk what to call this, if you do, lemme know down there 🤷🏻♀️
Warnings: infidelity, dubcon touches, angst, they both sleep around, Jungkook has a child with another woman, thoughts of killing, Jungkook spanks her one time.
Do let me know on the comments if you liked it!!!!!!!!!
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Poking at the paper weight, Jungkook aimlessly stares outside, the aircon hung behind him releasing waft of cool air. Caressing the left arm rest of his expensive leather chair with his fingertips, he casts a glance over the digital clock, letting a small tsk escape his lips as he does.
Shifting his attention from the device to the door, he pans his focus to the door knob, looking for any sign of a presence attempting to enter. The knob, however, disappoints him yet again. Pushing his feet against the leg rest of his table, he swirls his chair out of its place before lazily turning towards the massive window that earlier sat to his left.
Abandoning the paper weight, Jungkook fully attends to the view outside as he slightly slumps into his chair, releasing the built tension into his tail bone. The double layering of clothing on his upper body only adds fuel to the physical discomfort as he moves to remove his coat, followed by the unbuttoning of the top three buttons of his black shirt.
Foreseeable, the buckle of his belt starts to cause an irrational tug at his abdomen, making the already angry man grow more pissed.
Just when he was about to slide his fingers down his waist to fix the discomfort, The mirror infront displays a reflection of some movement.
The door finally opens.
Clenching his jaw, he expresses to himself a salty smirk before placing his palm back at the table. Refusing to turn around, he contently watches as you twist the door knob before pushing at it. Stepping inside, he stares at your image in the mirror as you close the door behind you, not flicking the door lock.
No worries, he could do that himself.
Calmly holding the folder in your arms, he fixates his sight on the glass as you walk to his table before placing the black folder onto the table. The soft clicking of your red bottoms glide against the expensive floor of his cabin as he finally ticks his foot against the table, his fingertips pressing against the cold surface of his table as he swirls his chair around.
Jungkook stares at you, dragging his gaze on you from head to toe. You stare back, watching as the corners of his eyes slightly twitch, his gaze on you scrutinizing. Placing your palms on either side, you shift your steps by an inch, an attempt of yours to take up more.
The soft material of your cotton shirt slightly shifts, swaying with the soft breeze of the heavy aircon panned up infront as you simply stare down at the man. Jungkook's gaze, hot and heavy lingers on your waist for a good long minute before it shifts to the platinum band wrapped around your ring finger. The diamond embedded in the middle glimmer sharply under the lighting of the room as Jungkook lands his palms to his thighs before motioning you.
Tilting his chin sideways, he signals you to move to his side and as expected you comply. Heaving a soft sigh, you drop relocate your gaze towards the spot as Jungkook catches the opportunity to sneaks his hand under the table.
Standing at the said spot, you press your toes against the inner lining of your heels, your mind starting to cripple under the tension. Though seeming unfazed on the outside, you could feel your lungs tightening under the targeted expression. His gaze, holding a glint of darkness, tangled with the heaviness of something that you knew was murderous. Something you had already tried to mess with so many times in the past, and every single time, just when you thought you got away with it, it hit you deep in the chest.
Mirroring your expression, Jungkook matches the look on your face but his eyes holding the complete opposite emotions. Hanging his chin low, he looks at you with a hint of amusement dangling in his dark orbs.
Inhaling a deep breath, he finally rises from his chair, sliding his hands on his pockets as he does. The top of his shirt remains unbuttoned as he squares his shoulders, The action yet again pulling at the clothe, causing you to catch a glimpse of his inked skin.
Catching onto your gaze, which you could swear was for a split second, he begins, "Nothing you haven't seen, bun."
Pretending to be unaffected, you let out a slow exhale. Before you are able to process, his hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around your throat before he pulls you towards himself. His fingers slowly tightening around you, not caring for your fear, the pads of his fingers exerting pressure against your skin.
His expression shifts, the darkness looming in his eyes now visible in his smirk as he watches you grasp onto his wrist, you fingernails digging into his flesh.
"You really just want to test me huh? You just love doing this shit all over again for no one's goodness. You know what, I might just start believing you love dealing with the consequences I throw at you."
He spits in a harsh tone, angry as you try to pry his hands off of you. Grabbing your clawing fingers off his skin, he tightly holds your smaller ones in his palm before tugging at them harshly.
Releasing his hold on your throat, Jungkook instantaneously moves his hand to the back of your head before grasping your nape. Sparing your fingers, he places his right palm onto the side of your waist before slamming you down onto the table.
The cold surface of the polished wood comes in contact with your face as you can't help but let out a small yelp in pain. The heel of his left palm pushes against your nape as his other hand lays flat on your back. Placing your palms on either side of your chest, you try to push against the force only to be pressed onto harder.
"Stay fucking still!!", Jungkook emphasizes as he easily tackles your efforts to pry free. Moving his feet forward, the toes of his shoes meet your heels as he presses himself against you.
His lower body attaches to yours as the sense to be freed heightens in you. Knowing what's coming, you try to reach for the paper weight laying near you. Before your fingers can grab onto it, a sharp and heavy impact collides with your right butt cheek. Jungkook's palm remains laying on you where it hurt. The strong, painful smack messes with your system as you yelp in utter pain, abandoning the idea of grabbing anything at all.
Hot tears slide down your cheeks as you lay face down on the table, breathing slowly. Jungkook, on the other hand, rubs the sore spot in a firm manner.
"Let me go." You let out in a feeble voice, pressing each word with great emphasis.
Bending over you, Jungkook breathes next to your ear before whispering, "Fuck no!."
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Harshly tugging at his shirt, Jungkook pulls at the cloth until the buttons fly off the stitching. Holding you down with his body weight, his lips slam against yours. Hastily removing his shirt, he slides his palms over your wrists before grabbing them in a hold.
Wrapping the shirt around your wrists, he ties a makeshift hold around, setting his intentions clear with the restrain. Craning his neck, he focuses on tie the knot around your hands properly as you watch him do so. Squirming your wrist in every possible way, you watch as his fingers meddle with the fabric, his palms stilling your wrists under and the way his forefinger and thumb set the knot tight.
Seeing the opportunity, you muster all the left strength, tightening your leg muscles before giving them a harsh jerk, knocking the man hovering over you in the knee.
Visibly affected by the impact, Jungkook groans. His face drops immediately, looking at you with a scowl. Holding a murderous look, his eyes bore into yours as you visibly shiver in terror.
"You really wanna play this game huh? You think it's funny right? Well then let's make a laugh out of it!!"
Stating in a deep voice, Jungkook detached himself front you as you watch him get off the bed before walking towards the coffee table. Hastily tugging at your hands, you shoot your neck upwards when the sense of restrained hits you.
Stretching your neck muscles all the way back, your eyes scan the black material wrapping itself around your arms only to see a small metal bar shining underneath. Realization gnaws at you as you carefully pull at the cloth.
Pulling your hands towards yourself in a slow motion, you observe as the cloth gets stopped midway, the material held back due to the small metal circle embedded into the headboard, something that you never knew existed in there.
A heavy, numbing feeling spreads through you. The room, the bed, the surrounding is all too familiar to you. It's his private office.
Faint foot steps trail towards your direction, sounding from behind the wooden partition. Jungkook walks in, advancing towards the bed, the shiny metal hanging heavy in his palm as you let out an audible gasp
Pulling at the cloth, you shift near the headboard, shrinking into yourself. Hugging your knees close to your chest, you stretch your arm muscles due to the immobilization.
Walking towards your side, he towers over your frame before sitting next to you. Feet planted on the floor, he sits with his back twisted, his face staring straight at yours.
Placing the widowmaker in between you both, he leisurely traces the barrel with his left forefinger. Staring down at the black cold steel fuels your fury. Closing your eyes, you draw a deep breath.
Eyeing, Jungkook takes in your minor reactions. Biting the inside of his cheek, he reverts the menacing glare that you shoot at him. Growing frustrated, he grabs the gun laying before rising from the bed.
"I know it's him. I'm just gonna finish the job real quick. You stay tied up like a little bitch." Extending his right arm, he holds your jaw into a firm grasp, digging his fingertips into your cheeks as he snarls. His dark orbs bore into yours, the side of his lips twitching ever so slightly.
As if suppressing something arising, he let's go of you before turning around, ready to storm out of the room.
"Yeah you dare fucking do something to him and your father's gonna know about his hell of a grandson." You yell, your words cutting through the tension. Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook's body goes stiff as the numbing fear takes over his body.
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With a threatening calm, Jungkook watches as you step out of your car, shutting the door with a soft push. The soft cool breeze of early hours graze his skin, swaying the disheveled strands on his forehead. Swirling the wine glass, he pokes the inside of his cheek as you move towards the entrance of the house.
Walking barefoot, you press your feet harder onto the cool damp grass. Feeling a burning gaze aimed at yourself, you crane your neck instantaneously. Indifferent, Jungkook simply stares back, the white unbuttoned shirt suffering the heat of his seething anger.
Sitting in the balcony, he enjoys himself the beverage in your favorite wine glass. Sitting on your custom made vicuña wool swing, sipping onto your favorite wine.
Ignoring, you make your way inside as Jungkook stays watching.
Sighing, he places the goblet onto the glass table before ambling downstairs.
Descending the stairs, he finds you sitting on the kitchen stool. Holding the bottle against your mouth, you aggressively chug down the water.
"Had a long night? Need help?", Jungkook, now standing beside you, taunts in a heavy tone. Cocking his hips, he stares down at you, arms crossed infront.
Detaching the bottle from your mouth, you heave a deep breathe, feeling relieved.
Quietly observing, Jungkook scoffs before moving towards the refrigerator, pulling out a jug of fresh orange juice.
Putting it down, he goes to grab a glass before getting interrupted, "I'm not drunk."
You state in a tired voice, running your fingers through your hair.
Disregarding, he still pours you the juice nonetheless. Taking the empty bottle out of your hold, he hands you the glass before taking a seat beside you.
"So... what did you decide? Is it a yes? Or do I still need to grovel for your forgiveness?"
"Can you just fucking stop with this? Like can we just put an end to it for goodness sake?"
Frustrated, you let your emotions get the best of you.
"Can you stop whoring around for goodness sake Y/N?"
Jungkook screams at you in a louder voice, slamming his palm against the cold surface.
"Did you?", you coldly respond, watching the way his eyes shift from angered to uneasy.
"Y/N, please...", he begs. "Please, just let me fix this. Please..."
"Bo-ra called me last night."
The tension hanging in the air grows tenfold as Jungkook hears you whisper the woman's name.
"W-why I m-mean what did she say? What does she want?"
You watch as Jungkook visibly stiffens, digging his nails into his palm. Your fingers halt against your forehead before you hang your head down, whispering, "She wants you to be there. For Seo-Jun's birthday."
"I don't want t-" "Go."
You interrupt him. Groaning, he launches himself off the kitchen stool, the wooden legs scraping violently against the tile. Surging foward, he grabs at your arm, pulling you off of your stool.
"Stop."
"No."
Jungkook, clenching his jaw, digs his nails into your arm. As if a switch flicking, he immediately grows regretful, ashamed of his voilent gesture. Releasing his hold, he pulls his hands back, slumping his shoulders.
"Did I ever tell you how much of a coward you are?", your voice, a glacial rasp, cuts through the tension. Hanging his head down, he lets out a whisper, "I'm not going. No."
Shaking his head, he continues to ramble small 'Nos'.
"No? Seriously? A fucking no? It's your son's first birthday and you are saying No?" A hollow laugh escapes your lips. The silence follows, heavy and thick as your eyes fixate on his face while his hang down low.
"Just leave."
"I won't. It's our second marriage anniversary next week and I've been working on the iternaries for weeks. I won't. Both of our parents are going to be there too."
"Oh yeah? And what about it huh? Am I supposed to care? Wait, did you care?" You scoff, the words dripping with venom.
"Going around behind my back, sleeping with your employees, getting them pregnant and then coming home, expecting me to forgive you? Crying, begging for forgiveness?"
"You are no saint either. Ever since, you have doing the same to me. Sleeping around with my own friends, rubbing it in my face-" "Atleast I didn't have a child with another man for god damn sake!!"
Jungkook's posture sinks, the tension in the room growing more palpable with each second passing. As if something switches, your husband's face drop cold, his eyes turning blank as he simply responds, "It was your wish to not abort the child. You wanted it to there, not me. Supporting her financially is all I can do. If you want, you can join them but I'm not going to."
"Yeah because it has always been your habit to fuck around just to find out. And when the consequences come at you, you just run away with your tail between your legs like a stupid dog so no. And besides, I need to be having something in my hand that I can hold over your head, right?"
Jungkook catches the smirk you pass him, purposely avoiding his touch as you walk past him.
Perhaps, he should've made the decision sooner, to put an end to the things that didn't matter. After all, it's been pretty long since you both had recited your love promises to each other.
Jungkook can't help but wonder if this decision of his would actually fix something or ruin the remaining pieces of your broken relationship.
Synopsis: Your parents' long-awaited vacation is finally happening. The only problem? You're not invited. Is being excluded from your own parents' plans not enough? Now you have to stay with the Jeons for two months, especially their son. But did someone mention about your supposed love interest in him?
Pairing: fuckboy!jkxoc
Genre: exfriends to lovers, non idol au, friends au
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 476
a/n: this is a teaser to my upcoming oneshot, work in progess. If you like this, please comment, I just wanna know if I should post this or not 😀🥰❣️
Slicing the apple into even pieces, Jungkook meticulously chops all the fruits one by one before arranging the freshly cut pieces onto the glass plate. Kiwis, apples, peaches, all the fruits and their peels sit separated on the kitchen counter as he remains engrossed in the task.
Hearing a faint voice trailing in his direction, he looks up to his right. Walking beside his mother, he spots you entering inside the living room with your laptop bag, handbag and a set of files in hands. Setting down the knife, he starts picking up the fruit peels before throwing them in the dustbin.
Turning off the stove, he carefully grabs a hold of the steel bowl with the table cloth before placing it on the counter as well. Freshly melted chocolate sitting in the bowl stares back at him as he arranges the fruits into the plates.
Plopping on the couch, you set your materials aside as he hears you chatting with his mother. Your tired, feeble voice sounds through the air as his ears shoot up. The small crack in your voice here and there was enough to indicate him that you had a pretty long day at work.
He had been noticing you growing busy for the past few days. Late nights and early mornings had been chipping away at your peace since the last weekend. Living under the same roof with each other was not either of you had expected. While he did expect you to grow hateful for him after all those years, he definitely had not expected you to deal with him so calmly and maturely.
Wiping his hands with the table cloth, he picks up the food tray before making his way towards the couch. Setting it down on the table, he smiles at you before greeting you with his usual sweetness.
Admiring the cutely cut fruit bites, your eyes sparkle in joy as he sneakily glances at you. Thanking him for his actions, you reach out for the fork before piercing it through the fruit, dipping them into the melted chocolate.
Smiling back at you in acknowledgement, he looks over to his mother as she props her chin slightly upwards, her eyes showing approval. Too busy to notice, you continue to dig into the sweet treats as Mrs. Jeon passes a small smile to Jungkook before leaving towards the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, Jungkook's mother catches a glimpse of the burnt cookies sitting in the tray, hiding behind the stove. Shaking her head in disappointment for the umpteenth time, she takes them out of the spot before throwing them away.
Turning her head in his direction, she looks at Jungkook who seems eerily calm, as if he didn't almost set the cookies on fire.
"So.. you were going have cookies readily baked for me when I am back, where are they?"
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