Does Anybody Else Never Actually Imagine "you" As Themselves When They Read Fanfic?

Does anybody else never actually imagine "you" as themselves when they read fanfic?

warnings: Soobin and reader share a bath together but it’s just fluff note: I hope we’ve got some Swifties here! inspired by Paris by Taylor Swift. I've listened to it a thousand times but one day it prompted this idea.

☆ gender neutral reader

TXT member Choi Beomgyu spotted out and about with a date!

When the photos hit the internet, you weren't even in the country. Neither you or Soobin saw the articles, the tweets, messages from the band's management, or even teasing texts from the members. You were so far removed from it all, and blissfully happy.

It was the longest vacation you'd had together, with Soobin finally having the time off to travel out of Seoul. Sure, you'd gone with the boys for tours when allowed, but it was finally just you and your boyfriend – in a place where he wouldn't be recognised, and with no work schedules to squeeze time together around.

For the first couple of days, you didn't leave the hotel room, the 'Do Not Disturb' sign a blessing. No early calls, no waking up to knocks on the door or an empty bed. Just sleeping in, waking up and ordering lunch, then napping together or watching a movie. You didn't even mind the jet lag; it was a good excuse to stay in bed and cuddle.

On the fourth day of your stay, you explored the hotel, making it to the in-house restaurant for breakfast. The place was quiet – off season at this time of year, the waitress explained. There was a moment where you thought she recognised Soobin, with the way her eyes kept flicking up and between the two of you as she wrote down your order, but then, as she leant down to take your menus, she smiled and made a comment about how cute of couple you were. Soobin grinned, half shy and half proud, reaching for your hand and placing a kiss to the skin as you were left to yourselves again.

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It's a change of pace to walk around the city and not have phones pointed at Soobin. To not hear screams or gasps or whispers at every turn. The two of you wander freely, sans masks or dark sunglasses, in the light of day. There's plenty of time to dawdle, enjoying the sights, going wherever you're drawn to go. The city is beautiful, and shopkeepers and cafe owners greet you with friendly smiles as you stop by.

The freedom Soobin feels is evident in the way he carries himself and how he keeps looking over to grin at you. You find an ice cream parlour and share the dessert on a bench, watching birds and clouds, the occasional person passing by with a cute dog that you both get excited over. When you move to get up, Soobin grabs your hand and tugs you back to his side, wrapping an arm around you with a chuckle. The sunlight and cool breeze lull you into a somewhat tranquil state. You don't think about home or what's to come after this retreat from real life. Meandering back to the hotel as the sun is setting, you catch a mesmerising sunset from the viewpoint of your room's balcony.

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The bath tub in your hotel room is big enough for the both of you – two and a half, you tease at the way your boyfriend's feet stick out over the edge. Still, this was a luxury you never got at home; the tub at both of your addresses too small to fit the two of you at once. And, you point out, it's nice to enjoy a quiet bath without rambunctious maknaes playing doorbell dash in an otherwise quiet hotel. Maknes and Yeonjun, Soobin adds.

He plays quiet music on his phone to add to the atmosphere, humming along softly as he places his hands on your shoulders, applying gentle pressure until he feels the muscles relax. Then, he picks up one of your hands from the edge of the tub to trace with his finger, eyes following the lines of your palm. You watch, almost hypnotised, as his large fingers fold over yours, the rest of you encapsulated between his long arms and legs. Between the low lighting of the bathroom, the warmth of the bath, and his voice, you're sent into a light sleep, only waking when you're pulled from the water, which has turned lukewarm.

You mumble an appoplogy, eyes opening for only a moment before they droop to a close again, and he whispers something back, but you don't take it in; mind and body too relaxed. Feeling the mattress underneath you as he sets you down on your back, you sense something being wrapped around you and realise it's one of the hotel robes, but you can't find the will to help him get your arms into the sleeves. You hear yourself giggle and Soob's chuckle echo back, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment before it's gone, and you wonder why. Thoughts of how much you love this – feeling like you're in your own little world, where there's only the two of you – flood your mind, and you almost start to drift off again until you hear the sheets rustle beside you.

Soobin's hair tickles your jaw as he kisses your neck, arms finding your waist in the dark. His skin is warm and still damp, and this somehow adds to how sleepy you feel. Your arms are too heavy to reach for him. Soon, his movements still, his cheek resting against your collar bone, and you're both out.

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It isn't until you're in the airport, full from breakfast at their swanky little restaurant, and having perused all the little shops to pass time, that Soobin finally sits down and opens his messaging app to flick his members a selfie of the two of you with your luggage and sad faces to say you're on your way back. His eyebrows draw together, lips moving wordlessly as he sees how many unread texts are in the group chat. But not just normal conversation that's been going on without him, as his eyes register your name multiple times. Scrolling back, he finds the first message he hasn't seen – a link to a popular tabloid. The first thing he sees is a candid photo, definitely Beomgyu, and definitely you, though thankfully most of your face is obscured by the shadows of night as you walk from the back door of a stadium to a waiting van. Then he sees the title. The members apparently find it hilarious, but as he backs out of the group chat and sees numerous messages from management and other staff, he knows the company isn't taking it as lightly.

He clicks his phone as you sit down beside him, and despite the storm that he knows is coming, he can't help but smile at how content and loved-up you still look. He decides he'll wait to fill you in, let you enjoy the end of the trip. He himself feels like he's on a love high, his heart warming up as you thread your arm through his and drop your head to his shoulder.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

i just got like a random angst (??) idea like what if bf taehyun who has powers (visions/dreams of the future) but he can’t control them n is in a lot of pain when they take over his body 🤔

Whaaa this is such a good concept 🤯 I love your big brain

tw: mentions of death

Sometimes when you are out on dates you notice that your boyfriend suddenly goes quiet; body stiff, eyes blank, and seemingly suddenly disinterested in what you're saying and even his meal. You can't help but feel that maybe he's growing bored of you, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to break up with you. But he doesn't.

One night, you're staying over at his place—something Taehyun has only allowed a handful of times in the two years you’ve been together—when you're woken by movement beside you. Taehyun's having a fitful sleep. You roll over to find perspiration on his brow, his teeth and hands clenched as though he's in agony. You've never seen him like this and begin to worry. Pulling the covers off of him, you discover his shirt is soaked with sweat.

They say you should never wake a sleep walker... is it the same for nightmares?

"Tyun," you call quietly, half hoping he doesn't wake. He begins to tremble, small grunts emitting from his throat, and you can't bear to see him in pain any longer. Shaking his shoulders, you speak louder. "Taehyun!"

His body jolts. His eyes fly open, pupils dilated. You can feel the heat radiating off of him–it's no wonder he's sweating.

"Are- are you okay?"

It takes him a moment to see you—really see you. The feeling that he's looking straight through you is one you know all too well, but maybe this time it's just the nightmare lingering in his view. He looks exhausted, swallowing thickly, his breath still coming to him in short pants.

Blinking fervently, his eyes finally seem to focus on you. "Why did you wake me?"

The words, though not said unkindly, stun you. You thought you were doing the right thing, and now you feel so wrong.

"I... you were... I'm sorry."

Feeling defeated, you roll back over onto your side, hiding your face from him and trying not to dissolve into tears.

Taehyun, on the other hand, is grappling with so much; the lingering fatigue and physical pain that accompanies his future-seeing visions, the emotional turmoil of what he saw is inevitably to come, and the guilt of how he knows he makes you feel. One day soon you'll leave him, he thinks.

He often wants to tell you about his ability, this inconvenient thing that was thrust upon him, but then he would have to tell you what he sees.

How can he tell you that he knew you before the two of you met? That he came into your life purposely, with the intention of getting close to you, for good reason? How can he tell you that every vision he has, every waking and sleeping dream, is of your untimely death?

OMG WHAT.

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAYYYY<33333

also are you ok? sorry you hurt yourself :c

Thanks Matcha 🥰

I think so. With rest and ice, I'm hoping I won't pay for it too much tomorrow ><

MAYDAY MAYDAY