His fingertips come away red, stained with rust but Taekwoon doesn’t mind. He finds something comforting in the color red. Always so vibrant and living, even in its rustic form.

WARNING: If you feel uncomfortable with ANYTHING that can be associated with the color red then this fic is not for you. This fic is often graphic at times. I won't say anything else because I don't want to give anything away, but you have been warned. That being said, enjoy:)

P.S.

This is a two shot. It was going to be a one shot but I've been told it was really confusing and erractic (which is kind of the point). But I get that it's super hella confusing if you have no idea what is going on. And my little hints are really rare and hidden. So that should be up sometime soonish. Maybe. Probably.