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Knee Socks | Chapter Two

Content: Teacher!Au | 16+ content

Genre: angst | smut | fluff

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: I feel romantic guys. I hope you understand my lateness but I was not satisfied with this and I will post just when I think it's good. So I hope you enjoy this moment between this two. Thank you for reading my stories!!!

Originally posted by schnpsl

| my teacher’s house | 

My life wasn’t a bed of roses. I had everything I wanted and when I desired but I didn’t have one thing: love. I guess that’s why I got surrendered by it when I saw his face for the first time. People think that for having what I want I lived in a happy life. My father could be a doctor and my mom one of the best lawyers of the city but, when he came home with his shirt marked in red and she started to spent her money on alcohol, the situation drowned. They didn’t love each other anymore and working take full charge of their lives. What matters if you are rich and have a good job if your life is fucked up?

I knew the moment I stepped at the front door that my parents were arguing. I could hear they shouting angry words at each other and even things being broken. I decided not to enter and sat down at the doorway. Will my marriage be like this too? Not loving each other and just worrying about money?

After one hour I entered the house and saw the living room destroyed. The family pictures were on the ground, the glass covering the rug with its little pieces. This never happened before and I could guess what was the reason behind their argument. Another woman. I heard footsteps coming my away and turned back, seeing my father holding an ice bag on his forehead.

He chuckled and threw the phone he held on the couch.

“Your teacher called me” I looked to the ground while preparing for what was coming next but I got surprised when my dad let out a smile “He said you are one of his best students and that you put so much effort on your tasks. I’m proud of you Y/N”

Wait. Mother hasn’t told him about my detention? And why did Mr. Park called my dad? And more: he told good things about me although none of those were part of the truth. I stood there with a confused face and my dad noticed, asking me about it. Of course I wouldn’t tell him the truth.

“Uhm… Thank you appa” I said and went to my room.

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Taehyung Scenario: Paper Hearts

Summary: There may have been or not a misunderstanding in the past, you and Taehyung were riven by an unprecedented and unexpected occurrence. After meeting a year later, the wounds are still fresh and open. With Taehyung’s friend trying to catch your attention and hatred and love for your former lover clouding your mind, you wonder… which one is going to win the hopeless heart of yours?

Genre: Angst / Fluff.

Word Count: 2.2k

Originally posted by cmtae


You were sitting wiggly on the bench, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. Uneasiness hang onto the pit of your stomach. It was difficult to say whether he was going to make a huge surprise or simply do something quiet, yet meaningful and thoughtful, for your first anniversary. Assuming he would have to be very careful about you, he was a k-idol after all, you bit your lower lip. You knew Taehyung and how free-spirited he was. That’s what attracted him to you.  

“Taehyung, what’s taking you so long,” you rumbled, anxiously awaiting to see his box shaped smile.

It wasn’t until you felt big soft hands upon your eyes, taking away your sight.

“Guess who is,” an unique and incomparable voice sang close to your ear, giving you goosebumps.

“Yah, oppa,” you gasped, sliding his hands off your face, “I was waiting for you,” you whisper, turning to face the most beautiful being that has ever lived.

He was holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, lilac hyacinths, the scenery of the park matching the entire situation. You sighed, everything looked perfect and reminded you of the mornings you had spent together on that same park that had now become a major symbol of your relationship. He wore no mask, or anything to conceal his true identity, instead he wore his biggest smile — nothing but happiness oozing out of him.

“I know,” he uttered, gently tucking a stray of your hair on place, “I was watching you while I soothed my nerves,” Taehyung admitted, chuckling at his silliness.

You stood up, swiftly wrapping an arm around your boyfriend’s waist, the other grabbing two hyacinths and placing one of them on top of your ear and the other on top of Taehyung’s. The act made him sheepishly smile, although he had spent a year beside you, sometimes you still managed to surprise him with your spontaneity.

“Y/N, you’re so cute,” he wobbled, pinching your right cheek, “now, let’s hurry, jagi. We have places to go.”

Mesmerised by his choice, the first place you went was where you had your first ‘date’. Both wanting to know each other, you met on your favourite café in Seoul, as you told Taehyung when he asked you out. It had been the best thing that had happened to you in a while and you became eager to see more of the boy who made you laugh enough for a lifetime in few hours. He sang sweet melodies while holding your hands, and how deep was his voice – you couldn’t get enough of Taehyung. Such a gentleman, you thought. You fell so ardently for him without notice and each day, you awoke to the thought of him.

“Remember when we came here for the first time?” He murmured.  

“How could I ever forget, you even serenaded me,” you jokingly said, poking his jaw.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He asked and did his typical aegyo.  

“Maybe, – are you making it a tradition?”

He hummed, his head tilted toward you as he held it between his hands, “I don’t know? I think that, for now, I just want to make you.”

With the unwarned hard blow on his forehead, he only pouted, ”Yah, Taehyung! Shut up, pabo.” You shout whispered, your cheeks heated up from the intensity of your blush.

By the time you finished your drinks, Taehyung held your hand and said the anniversary adventure would continue. You squealed here and there, but you were pleased that the love of your life had been so lovingly thoughtful. Walking through cobblestone streets – those you once admitted to him to be so charming – hand in hand, you were taken to an amusement park. You went to diverse rides and carousels, ate cotton candy and kissed passionately on the love tunnel. After running from side to side and waiting in line for hours, sweat ran in rivulets down your forehead and you couldn’t stop the act of restlessly fanning your face. Taehyung chuckled as he plaited your hair and blew on the nape of your neck.

“Better?”

You shivered. The pink ting catching up on your cheeks.

“Better,” you sighed dreamily.  

The day passed in a blink of an eye and the couple enjoyed every second of it, now under the moonlight – that lit up the path you walked through – the Han river glistened with its silvery glow. You were attached to each other, slowly a sinking feeling downing in both of you, it was almost midnight.

“I can’t believe it’s almost over,” Taehyung cried out.

“Yes, but not quite, jagi,” you cooed, hugging him tightly, “it’s my turn to surprise you.”

His demeanor became livelier, as you stood on the tip of your toes to fold his eyes, “you prepared such a great gift that you can’t even let me see it? So when can I, – jagi, stop hitting me!” He squeaked.

“So, do me a favour and shut up, thank you so much,” you grumpily mumbled and lead him to the first clue, untying the fold off of him.

“A card? How impressive of you,” he said.

“Yah, Taehyung! Just read the damn thing or else I’ll beat you,” you uttered in response.

“Alright, alright.”

The card itself was tiny and wrapped around a silky ribbon, the inside guardedly held a creamy-coloured paper with an impeccable handwriting.

Follow the instructions;

The rose you once gave me dawned on me the realization I was consumed by your love.

Go find it.

Taehyung snapped, his eyes hunting your figure, but you were nowhere to be seen. His grasp on the card tightened and he panted, his chest now filled with disquiet.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” He screamed, the ache on his heart subduing as he decidedly hustled himself to find where the rose mallow was.

As he strode straight ahead, he glimpsed morsels of the silky ribbon you had used on the card attached to the trees’ trunks and followed the track it lead to. Other card was in a trunk not so far away from the first one he had picked up. There was another flower.

This flower means you should think of me.

Taehyung was growing impatient with his slowness, running for the next card that he rapidly reached for, snatching it from the harmless tree. He could already hear the cicadas making their loud shrill droning noises and observe the lampposts providing illumination around the river shimmering. Although your surprise was thrilling, his fear of your safety being jeopardised was tremendous. A forget-me-not hang out with the words:

Please, remember me (forget me not).

Please, dream of me.

He was on the verge of collapsing, he just needed you – tightly secured with him. He sprang, moving faster than before, following the path of ribbons. His ultimate aim being the white tulip and the last card.

Promise to never stop loving me – this white (tulip) love of ours shall never end.

Promise to never leave.

Come to me.

Let me come to you, he inwardly grunted, yearning for you. There were paper lamp lights that flickered, faintly faltering its already dim prospect of light, but it built the atmosphere of love that daintily made it worth the running and panicking Taehyung had experienced minutes ago. You stood at the centre of the circle garden, and had changed since the last few minutes he had seen you. His mouth agape with elation as you gave him an intent look, your white dress stopped right above your knees and the night chill slipped underneath it, but it was so worth it after all. Shoving the cards into his jacket’s compartment pocket, Taehyung stumbled across the path that lead to you, his lips crushing on to yours, his hands fumblingly traveling around your body.

“Tae…” you sighed, your arms folding him and you snuggled up on the crook of his neck.

“I think you irreversibly turn me into a hopeless romantic, I can’t ever leave you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” Taehyung confessed repeatedly, his eyes blazing with adoration and his hands firmly pressed to your waistline.

You moaned, your lips springing to his, “I love you, too. So, so much.”


The pang of electricity shot down his spine.

“Christmas is coming up and guess what?”

“What?” Namjoon asked, not really paying attention to his dongsaeng as he typed away anxiously on his phone.

“I’m spending it with my girlfriend’s family,” Taehyung blurted out happily while waving his phone to show off your text.

“What?!” Jin and the other boys uttered in disbelief.

Such reaction wasn’t what Taehyung had in mind, for he was pretty much aware of the bound between them and how much the holidays they spent together was sacred, but on the bottom of his heart; he expected to be encouraged to dodge their tradition this year – not to feel bad. Maybe if he asked you to spend Christmas with Bangtan instead…

Whatever plan that was being created in Taehyung’s mind crumbled down before it could put in action because the bell rang. Grimacing, he dragged his feet to door to answer.

“Hey!” You greeted your boyfriend excitedly, hugging him and walking inside altogether.

Under the heavy atmosphere, your excitement faltered and suddenly, you felt yourself frowning too.

“Did someone die?” You whispered in a baritone voice, lowering your gaze to the corner of the living room.

“Jagi, about the Christmas…” Taehyung started speaking, but you beat him to it.

“Oh, that’s why you’re upset?” You questioned, enlightened with the new understanding of the situation, “you guys can’t go?”

“What?” Namjoon was the first to utter something.

“I kind of wanted to invite all of you to spend Christmas with my family?” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed as you were about to reason why you had invited them on the first place.

“Usually, my sisters come from America with their families to celebrate with us, but this is year they won’t be coming and it’s going to be only my parents and I… I mean, there will be plenty of food and space, but you don’t need to go, of course. I don’t want to feel like I’m imposing–”

“Y/N, as the leader of the group, I can speak for all of us that it would be a pleasure to celebrate with you for that matter,” Namjoon cut you off with his eye smile and dimples popping.

Cute, you thought as you sighed in relief.


Christmas had been two weeks ago and you had the time of your life. You could say that even your parents had a blast and loved having those energetic boys over – your mother asked when they would come again which drew out a giggle out of you. At the moment, you had Taehyung over and he wouldn’t stop tickling you and groping your tights. You enjoyed the feeling, but feared for the both of you if you were caught amidst the playful banter and touching.

“Well, babe, I love your legs. Like very much. I love your legs enough for the both of us, so you might as well as love them, too.” You blush as Taehyung leans toward you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Stop blabbering, Tae,” you said, amused.

“Nope. I mean, look at those legs,” Your boyfriend said in a playful tone of voice, gripping your tights and then making up and down motions upon your flesh.

Pouting, you whined, “Play nice with me, Tae.”

“Why would I, huh, Y/N?” The smirk causing all of his features to glow in the most devilish fashion.

The teasing died down, though. Because before a heated make-out session could begin right then and there, the dangling on the knob was heard and your father entered the house to face you and your boyfriend embracing each other intimately. Taehyung stood up at light speed, bowing to your father and leaving quickly as if his life depended on it – that’s how you demanded him to act whenever your parents caught you, even if he didn’t agree to it.

Bidding your parents good night after dinner, you went upstairs to sleep for you had school the following morning. Meanwhile, you were brushing your teeth, your phone beeped. You thought it was Taehyung; how wrong you were.

Instead, it was the last thing you believed you’d see during your lifetime. It was Taehyung and another girl – kissing.

‘Seems like your baby daddy was spotted with another girl this Monday, xx.’


It was night already, you sit by his side; he expects a greeting or a kiss, but you ignore him. Your outfit was fitting — the baby blue oversized sweater and a white skirt, — you looked so cute that he thought he would combust. Why didn’t you say something? You stayed shushed, writing haphazardly.

“Jagi, did I do something wrong?” His euphoria ceased.

“Are you mute or something?”

You gave him a beautiful smile, that seemed wistful. Unbeknownst to Taehyung, you had spent the last couple of days crying over their pictures, putting their memories in your drawer and reminiscing them. You were incredulous at the first moment, but your incredulity became sadness and an unknown sense of self-loathing. Weren’t you enough? Weren’t your love satisfying?

“I think you overdid that, thank you so much,” you spat out.

He didn’t understand anything at all, everything was fine. Why was his love mad? “What have I done? You’re making me nervous.”

“I… I don’t think our relationship is working anymore,” the girl Taehyung adored so fervently uttered, “I want it over.”

And that’s when hell broke loose.

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Spiked - 28ghosts - xXx (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Xiang accidentally knocks back a spiked drink, and Xander looks after him.

This started off as a jokey one-shot that I thought would max out at 2k words and end in sex, but instead it ended up as a 6k character & relationship study. For XXX: Return of Xander Cage. Yeah. That’s who I am now. What the hell is shame.

my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight winds cannot move me” blahblahblah and he was really proud of it so he sent it to his friend who lived across the lake and then his friend sends it back and just writes “FART” (or the ancient Chinese equivalent) on it and he was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend out and when he gets there his friend says “wow. the eight winds cannot move you, but one fart sends you across the lake”

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