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trace the colours of our skin

✑Pairing: non idol! Taehyung x Reader

☞ Summary: It was comforting knowing you could see the rawest and truest form of your blind date just like how he could.

OR: agreeing to go on a blind date for a YouTube video where you both are naked and talk about yourselves while drawing each other might have been the best idea.

✑ Genre: fluff, honest emotions, and just really a heart-to-heart conversation.

✑ warning: talks about self insecurities, body image issues, cultural acceptance

✑ Words: 2.5 K

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

Expectation is an interesting concept. You can either expect too much or too little. It's often rather difficult to expect just the right amount, albeit from a person or circumstances or yourself. So when you opened your phone that Thursday morning to 27 missed calls from Material gworl Vera, you knew something was up. And you didn't have the slightest clue on what to expect. 

Considering the fact that Vera, your friend who is the manager of the youtube channel CUT, decided to call you this many times, the very thought of expecting anything positive was out the window. A dreadful sigh and several excuses over the phone later about wanting to watch Hell’s Kitchen instead of what new shit Vera had planned, it was over. She wanted you to be in a YouTube video. 

The premise of the YouTube video was simple; you and a stranger are to strip down your clothing to the bare, paint each other, and talk, on a blind date!

Although the thought behind the video was simple, it was also vulnerable. You from a couple of years ago wouldn’t have agreed to something that shows such a raw and true self. The person you had become now was much more comfortable in her skin, the thought of showing any ounce of your flesh came at ease. You didn’t feel anxious or worried about the very little, insignificant insecurities of your body anymore.

Vera texted you the details for the video and certain precautions as soon as you muttered a ‘yes.’ 

The white-walled studio with large studio lights caught your eyes first since the light coming from them was so bright that you had to squint. 

“Y/n! Here!,” a slender pair of arms wrapped around your shoulder, turning with a dimpled grin you hugged back. Vera stood back, a few inches taller than you, a sparkly grin on her as she swayed her hand behind with a click of her black heels. 

Another figure came into view and you can swear you regret every second for not noticing earlier. There stood a man, his face angled to his right side, seemingly focused on the black pomeranian trotting on the marble floor. His hair was chocolate brown allowing the studio lights to make the ends look honey caramel as his slender fingers played with the thin silver ring on his index finger. 

Vera nudged her elbow, catching the man's attention, his once focused and stoic expression quickly melted as his lips curved into a plump smile, only growing into an open-mouthed smile as his attention fell to you. Before Vera could begin to introduce you two, as a mutual connection- his hand raised upright to you. A bounce to his step as he stepped closer; your eyes travelled down to his white rolled sleeve till his elbow; hand with thin red and green bracelets dangling. 

Shaking his hand, your eyes curved into glassy crescent moons as he spoke, “I’m Kim- eer- Taehyung Kim. It is a pleasure to meet you.” 

His accent was heavy, flowing wonderfully with his baritone voice. You figured with his name that he was Korean, but still chose to respond back in English out of respect. 

“All the pleasure of meeting you, Taehyung. Can I gloss over the formalities? I’m Y/N by the way!” a cherry smile played over your lips as you saw his eyes glimmer with every word you said, processing it, then fluttering his eyes to respond. 

That’s when your eyes caught the thin gold-rimmed glasses, he adjusted them with a title of his head and his unoccupied hand. “Of course, Y/n! It’s only fair if we get com-comfort? Sorry I don’t know the word.” 

“Yes yo-” a bark emerged from the corner of your leg, jumping back a bit, you saw the little pomeranian he was looking at earlier. He sighed before chuckling at the puppy admiringly and picking it up with ease. “I’m a dad by the way.” you tilted your head in confusion. 

He waddled the little fur ball in his arms and bit his lips, “he’s my son, Yeontan. Tannie say hi to her!” 

The dog puckered his nose and sniffed in your direction seemingly trying to get closer to you while still in his dad’s arms. A laugh broke out as you cooed at the cute puppy. “He usually doesn’t go near people, I’m surprised he uh- approach you.”

“Awwww! Tannie, c’mere baby!”  the Korean easily slipped out of your tongue and Taehyung’s laughing figure halted to look at you, he handed Yeontan to your embrace. “Korean’s better isn’t it? Even tannie can understand us.” 

Smiling foolishly to himself, he nodded his head. “You’re right.” 

“I know~” “Yes yes, you’re right at everything. Maybe I should start calling you Miss Right.”  he joked. 

Vera who was watching this unfold raised her brows wondering how the hell she paired these two together. 

A deep exhale left you as you looked at the studio lights and Vera setting up a few cameras in different parts, some other staff placing the painting easels and paints on two sides with a set of two chairs. 

Taehyung appeared by your side, he nodded his head and gently placed his hand on your  slightly exposed shoulder. His hand was warm. His glasses were still settled on the bridge of his nose, he looked at you and then in the camera. Even with this small gesture, the feeling of your nerves feeling tingly went away. Or, the feeling of Taehyung’s warmth interfered. 

You had to admit, he looked good in the satin green robe that ended a few inches before his ankles. His little bracelets complemented well with the robe, you thought. You were draped with a velvety red satin robe that ended right below your ankles, falling a bit long. 

“Your lipstick shade and earrings match your robe,” he stated like he was also thinking about you as much as he was. You returned a grateful but shy smile in return. 

Vera took a breath in before clapping her hands to get you two's attention. She raised her fist up to a thumbs-up, signalling the camera has started recording.  

“Hello!” Vera greeted you guys loudly behind the camera. 

You both echoed back a series of ‘hi’s’ and ‘how are you’s’ back. 

“Do you guys know what we’re doing today? What are we here for?” 

“Get naked and paint each other!” Taehyung’s daegu accent enthusiastically responded back. 

Vera chuckled and muttered something about putting in subtitles for the video. 

“Very excited, huh, Taehyung?,” you asked him directly in front of the camera after seeing his enthusiasm. 

“Absolutely! I’m gonna bring out my inner Vincent Van Gogh and You. Will. Be. Amazed.” he concluded by showing some jazz hands to further emphasise. 

“Excited for what you draw! Now, let’s get started, shall we? You guys take the robes off, take as much time as you need to adjust yourself.” 

Behind the camera, you could see Vera with a determined face, fists joined- giving you a silent “it’s going to be all good, good luck” sign. 

Taehyung looked at you with a gentle smile and spoke in his heavy English accent, “Should we take the robes off together?” 

“Yeah!” you instantly agreed.  

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You braced yourself a little before remembering your own ongoing journey of accepting your body and tugged the rob off. 

The air was chilly, the robe which you held as a shield of some sorts was now bunched up at your ankle and you realised everyone around you could see you. See you through and through, every mark, stretch mark, your figure, your breasts- all of it. Looking to your right, stood Taehyung, broad and tall. He gave you a shy smile before opening his arms and gesturing for a hug. Was it random? To hug a stranger naked whom you met 20 minutes ago? Yes. Even though it may seem weird, the tension that was built when the robes fell slowly disappeared as you quickly hugged him back. His warm body was a contrast to the chilly studio air, you almost didn’t want to let go until you did. 

“So-! Who’s gonna paint whom first?” Vera asked. 

“I’ll paint you first? Is that alright?”  

Taehyung nodded in response and for the first time noted in Korean, “your accent is very good.” 

Muttering a thank you, you sat on the chair in front of the easel. 

He angled himself with his hips bending on one side and hands resting on either side of his hips. For a short while your eyes scanned his figure, he was toned but not too much. He was lean and had body hair in a few places. Some parts of his thighs had the smooth white lines of stretch marks which you smiled at. He was a confident man, who knew how to appreciate and love his body for who it was. 

As you began sketching on the canvas, Vera dropped the first question. “Taehyung, ask Y/N what her ideal type is.”

Perking up on the question, “M’lady, may I have the pleasure of knowing the type of people you fancy?” 

His french accent was adorable to the point where you held your stomach laughing. “Monsieur Taehyung, I would say my ideal type does not exist. I always try to keep my eyes open to all sorts of people- I don’t have an ideal type. Whoever makes me feel right, is my type.” 

He smiled and nodded. “How about you? Do you have one?” 

Furrowing his brows he shook his head a little. “I used to. I haven’t in recent years. I believe if they can make me feel loved and worthy, they are my type-but, isn’t that everyone's type?” You agreed. 

“How confident are you in your own body?” 

You took a moment to gather your thoughts to give a worthwhile answer, “ My body, you know, it’s been through a lot. Scarring, self-hatred, others hating on my body- it’s not just me who has felt and gone through this, my body has too. I feel like every word I say about my body, it feels it. And it’s hurtful ‘cause this is the very body that has carried me and helped me live for the past twenty-two years. It is only fair if I care for it like it has for me. Throwing baseless accusations at it like “why aren’t my boobs bigger?” or “why do I have hip-dips?” all of this stopped mattering as I grew older. I am much more confident in my body now.``

He stayed silent for a while before nodding his head. “I truly understand that. Growing up I always wanted to be all bulky and a hunk, I realised how difficult my eating habits had become in college. Wherever I am now with my body, it is all because I made myself do it, no one else.” he replied back as you continued on with your painting.  

You both continued talking back and forth as your painting progressed and was near its end. You did not miss the way Taehyung used every opportunity to tell you how beautiful you were. You were sure the camera caught your cherry red cheeks and nose. 

After adding the final touches to the painting, you declared it was over. Taehyung leaped excitedly and you swear you could melt a little from how cute he was. Vera gestured you to show the painting to the camera. You proudly presented your work with a cheeky grin. 

His mouth flung open, awing your painting. “Don’t tell me. You’re an actual artist?” 

Chuckling, you nodded. “Yes, silly!!”

He looks back at the camera with wide eyes, dumbfounded. “Guys, I had no idea she was this good. This is all a trap- let’s end the video here-” he joked. 

“Aw c'mon'! I’m sure whatever you make will be special in its own taehyung-charm way.” 

“Whatever”

“No seriously, you’re this handsome, only fair if your painting looks just as handsome.” he turned his head away as his ears started getting pink. 

And so started his painting. You stood in front of him with your legs crossed and arms stretching behind you, giving your body a nice shape- a thing or two you learned while drawing the models. 

“What are your biggest insecurities?” you asked Taehyung like how he did to you before. 

Without missing a beat he replied, “ I don’t think this is an insecurity but growing up I always felt pressured to act a certain way, act more westernised. Being Korean and of course looking Korean, it was difficult to stand up for myself when i got picked upon for being a small little asian boy. Now, I am proud of being Korean and representing my nation.” 

You hummed in agreement while adding a few points about insecurities yourself. 

“What are you proud about in your body?” 

“My entire body, it has nurtured me and taken care of me. I sing and dance a lot since I’m a performing arts major, my body listens to me well and co-operates. I’m glad at how flexible my body is with me.”

“Yes, especially for people who dance or are athletes, taking care and understanding what your body needs is very important,” you added to his words. 

The conversation continued and drifted off to other things. You learned that he loved Jajangmyeon and pear-flavoured cider. He hates coffee but has acquired a sudden liking for rose wine and vintage watches. You shared a few things about yourself like how you eat extra spicy buldak ramyeon on days when you are angry or sad and how you don’t like tea but prefer strawberry shakes instead. 

Vera gently broke off your continuing conversation as he neared the end of his painting. 

“Ta-da!!!” he gave a boxy boyish grin while showing off his little painting to the camera. You cooed at his cuteness. The painting did look very inspired by van Goh, the strokes of the paints not really blending with each other. 

To you, it was extraordinary, any one being painted with the look he had in his eyes while he painted you would be extraordinary. 

“I wanted to capture y/n’s like-ness. She has a very gentle but fierce look to her. She seems like a very well thought out person who has their morals straight and I wanted to capture that essence,” he explained in a shy voice while scratching the back of his neck. 

You clapped for his painting followed by the other people in the studio and he gingerly placed one hand on top of another and bowed. 

“Would you guys like a second date?” a question popped up form one of the staff members behind the camera. 

Without hesitating, you both said yes. “Maybe with clothes on, next time.” 

“Or not,” Taehyung added with a sly smirk.

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a/n: YALL THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A LITERAL YT VIDEO I WATCHED A FEW MONTHS AGOOOO HAHAHAH

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His Love in two lines

✑Pairing: Idol dilf! Taehyung X Pregnant milf! Reader

  OR:   OLI2L! Taehyung x OLI2L! Reader 

✑ Genre: fluffy fluffy, tae says yn is wifey for lifey awww :( 

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, insecure reader, insecurity from pregnancy, a swear word or two, body image issues

✑ Words: 1K

☞ Summary:  The mother of his child, his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life; all portrayed through his rose coloured lenses. 

♡  this is a sequel to Our Love in two lines!  you can also read this as a stand alone fic!    

also read the prequel Her Love in two lines!  

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also, thank you so much @softbobamilktae ​ for being the sweetest and supporting me thus far. You don’t know how much this means to me <3 so this a little, tiny present for u <333333 A taglist for this will be prepared shortly when i release the series

Taehyung was seated beside you on the fluffy brown couch. Your head rested on the broad expanse of his chest as his slender fingers twirled your hair around. He always adored your hair, soft and silky, pleasing to touch. As your body moved from on top of his, he could see the subtle but noticeable changes you have started to acquire. Your skin was a lot more shiny than usual, a pearlescent glow glittered on your supple flesh. The swell of your breasts had increased, more round and soft- so much so that it stretched the white tank top you wore.  Your hips also started to widen, another prominent sign of pregnancy, you were five months into your pregnancy after all. 

The more his eyes lingered over you, the more his heart swirled in joy. Every single day he woke up to the thought of you, his beautiful beautiful girlfriend who was nurturing his beautiful child. 

Although in his eyes, you were the living embodiment of natural perfection, he couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t feel the same content happiness that he did. You got up from his lap to sit beside him with an apologetic grin, “Sorry, I must be pretty heavy, right? I’ll sit here, easier for the both of us.” 

A sharp slap onto his face. That's how it felt at least when you called yourself heavy and meant it as a burden. Your eyes were anywhere but his face. 

To him, this was unacceptable! Someone as ethereal as you should not worry if she gained weight, you were carrying another human inside you for heaven's sake. A child. His love and yours. A frown crept up to his face as he studied your mannerism more. You didn’t seem confident. 

“Babe…” he called out. 

You just hummed in response but didn't bother to look back at him.

“Baby,” he called out again, this time voice dropping a few octaves. 

“Y/n…look at me. Talk to me, please?” 

“What do you want me to say, Tae?” 

“Tell me what's wrong, you’ve been getting real quiet these days. And what's wrong with you getting a ‘lil heavy, hm? You are carrying a whole human inside of you, Love.” 

“I-I of course I love it that I’m carrying this little bean inside of me but- Nevermind. You’ll think I’m stupid.” 

“We’re both stupid, two stupids cancel each other out. Now, tell me, what’s up?” 

“It’s just that,” your eyes fluttered down to your growing baby bump and your thighs. “I’ve gained a lot of weight and I-I- just think, maybe you won’t find me attractive- oh god! I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” 

His eyes widened, like a kicked puppy. You thought he would find you unattractive?! His brows furrowed and his lips turned into a scowl. How could he be so unaware of your insecurities? 

“No-no Y/n, please, tell me, why? Why do you think I'll find you unattractive or- just what made you come to this conclusion in general?” 

Your eyes lowered even further in embarrassment, before your fingers fidgeted with themselves. “I- there was this article I saw Amy read and she showed it to me-”

“Y/n, fuck Amy and her business insider article, why would you believe in that type of shit?”

Her eyes wavered and her lips quivered before she released a sob. His eyes widened and he felt his heart crack. Did he really make you cry? 

This demeanor was so unlike you. You, the ever so confident persona with her bold smile and heart of gold. Taehyung had rarely ever seen you be so worried about your looks and let alone be so insecure with yourself. 

“Oh-oh babe, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. C'mon’ tell me, love. Shout, scream, whatever you want but just tell me, okay? Why do you feel like I’d find you any less beautiful when you are here doing the job of a god, creating a child, loving me!” 

Your sobs grew louder as you waddled your small figure closer to Taehyungs, supple breasts pressed against his own chest as you brought your arms around his waist. “I don’t know what happened to me, I’ve never felt like this. I don’t know why I ever thought like this, Tae.”

“Mhm, baby you are the most beautiful thing in the world, did you know that?” 

“Tell me more..” 

“You are such a goddess in my eyes you know? The most powerful goddess, striving in life, creating art. Birthing art, loving art,”

“And your ass may have gotten even better over the past few months-”

“Hey!”

“Kidding’ Kiddin- or am I?”

“Taeee” you whined, nose scrunching as you smiled over his face and giggled. 

Seeing your giggle, he smiled wider. He’d do anything to keep you smiling, just the way you are. Perfect. 

Your frail body rocked back and forth on your king-sized bed, tired eyes on the brink of sleep. Your little daughter was wrapped in a pink fluffy blanket that draped over your lower thigh as Taehyung kept stirring the baby formula in a bowl. 

The eight-month-old little angel in your arm was like a pocket sized firecracker, went off at the most inconvenient of times, and was loud. Oh was this little bean loud when she didn’t get it her way It all made her even more endearing. Taehyung thinks their daughter got her personality from you. Little but fierce. 

The colour underneath his feline-esque eyes were turning dark, these past few months were a literal experience. Raising a little baby girl was no joke, you both knew that. He still found it so endearing how you took care of their child even while being so tired from the pregnancy and worked to your fullest. He too was giving his best, taking a break from his singing career for a few months to help you out, which you gladly appreciated. 

Even with his eye sockets almost popping out he still glanced at you with an exhausted smile. His lips were barely curving upwards but he still managed and held your hand ever so slightly. “Y/n, remember when I said you were so powerful, so beautiful? I mean it all. Look at you…my perfect, powerful, brave, my wifey for lifey…” 

Before you could even respond, his head crashed on the pillow behind him, he was fast asleep already. With a small chuckle, you leaned over to give him a small peck. His snoring proved that he was way past beyond the human world and drifted into “TaeTae dream land” (as you called it.) You covered him with a nearby blanket before rocking your baby once again. 

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a/n: finally! this series drabble thing is over <3 I will add smaller drabbles in this little universe of dilf tae and milf yn!