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In Two Lines | KTH | MASTERLIST

In Two Lines - Masterlist

I present to you, the In Two Lines masterlist!~

this is a drabble series!

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life was as good as it could get, come home from work, spend time with your Idol boyfriend and work as a full-time artist. An unexpected hurdle, or should you say, surprise presents itself to you; in the form of two lines.

You just hope that even with these obstacles, your love is all the wait and all the worth for Taehyung.

✑Pairing: Idol Boyfriend! Taehyung X Pregnant artist! Reader

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

Our Love in two lines

☞ Summary: Taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. You get pregnant unexpectedly, why don’t his emotions come rushing through as usual?

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, thoughts of breakup.

✑ Words: 2.5K

side drabbles for Our Love in two lines:

Her Love in two lines (prequel to OLI2L)

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait.

✑Warnings: none, tae is best boyfie for lifey 

✑ Words: 1K

His Love in two lines (sequel to OLI2L)

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

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

tae says yn is wifey for lifey awww :(

✑ Words: 1K

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Red Like You. Red For You. (teaser)

prompt: Taehyung loves to draw nose bleeds ;)

☞ Pairing: Yandere nerd! Taehyung X Cheerleader! OC (Valentine Red) 

☞ this is just a TEASER!

☞ TW: dark themes, mention of blood-like substance, yandere. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

☞ Blurb: Taehyung’s favorite colour is red. He loves red, red like the blood that drips from your bruised nose to the supple and soft flesh of your lips and lastly falling to your chin. He’ll caress your chin with a sneer. Amusement floats in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. He adores it when the blood leaking from your nose drips down to your lips, especially when he smears it all over your face. Your pretty face painted red. Red like love. Red like lust. Red like you. 

He loves Valentine Red. 

♡ disclaimer: 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 :)

from the eyes of Valentine Red.

I’d always wondered how the status quo in our school really affected the pupils in it. From the emo-punk kids who sat near the school backyard listening to rock music or the art students who carried a sharpened graphite 2B pencil near their ear and drew on any possible surface which could retain pencil marks. The status quo never changed, the emo kids stayed emo, athlete jocks stayed the same (meaning head in the clouds, muscle pigs), the popular trios were just as posh as their parents wealthy black cards were. 

Of course, I was also part of the said status quo, I’d say even though I did not fit in the stereotypical bubblegum-pink-sugary cheerleader persona, i was close by. The nerds were as one would guess, nerdy. Shy, quiet and reserved. 

It was also a bit unsusal for us of different friendgroups to make acquaintances with people of other friend groups. That didn’t stop me from befriending Kim Taehyung. 

He was an unusually quiet, nerdy guy who sat beside me in calculus class. His round black rimmed glasses sat far away from the bridge of his nose and close to the tip of it as he lost himself in solving yet another equation. Although, he, for an unknown reason ditched his nerdy group of friends to sit beside me all this semester, I didn’t mind. He was soft-spoken, a deep but gentle curve to his words as he spoke in heavy english. His oversized sweaters were a few sizes too big to be considered fashionable but he managed to look adorable in them. His hair was matted, choppy bangs that covered the front of his eyes, yet he refused to trim them short. Pretty lean himself, standing a good 176 cm for a seventeen year old. 

I’d see his shadow tower over mine every time we walked back from calculus to our next class, he didn’t sit beside me then. He’d simply follow me inside the class and sit far away. 

He was never late to class, his clothes were always neat and ironed unlike his hair. 

He had an interesting juxtaposition, a neat and tidy topper student with messy hair who stuttered whenever he spoke. Without batting an eye I could tell it was him who’d sit beside me, the lingering smell of iron mixed with an oversaturation of pine wood cologne was a giver. It was an odd combination. No matter how much he’d put on that heavenly pine wood, the metallic smell beneath his clothes found their way to me. 

I never asked him about it. 

His face was always glistening, like he’d come from an intense workout every morning and after lunch too. I’d lean in closer to examine his face and the pungent smell of iron hit me again. I notice his nose was always red, like he’d constantly rub it to the point it bled. 

I never asked him about it. 

I once caught him aggressively rubbing something off of his hands before art class, his skin was a vermilion red. He said it was paint. I smiled and nodded, not before taking note of the same metallic pine-wood smell. The sleeves of his white sweater was awfully muddy, red paint chipped off from the ends. I never asked him about it. 

I never asked him why he gave me an intense look when i cut my hand accidentally, use his sweater to wipe it off and never clean it. Why he didn’t interact with me outside of calc. Class or why that paint he had on his clothes often looked so strikingly similar to blood. 

Red blood like the colour of my lips, red blood like his wrists. Red blood like my name, red blood like the game he played. 

Fic release : early may ‘22

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A/N: after a month over due, it’s finally here, Loves. Don’t you want Tae to love you and paint you red? He’ll make you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He just loves Red on red. 

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