I'm In This So Deep, Ari You Ate With This! Soobin Not Leaving Your Side And Nursing You Back To Health

I'm in this so deep, Ari you ate with this! Soobin not leaving your side and nursing you back to health 😭 Letting other team mates take his place on missions so he can stay with you, he'd probably internally feel like he's partly to blame for not protecting you, he's your partner and that's his job, he was right there and he "let this happen" 🤧 I’m imagining Taehyun is driving the getaway car after Soobin rushes you out of there hehe

Feeling guilty that you're thinking of the man who got you injured while Soobin is right there giving you all his attention, but you still can't get his face out of your mind – somehow he never seems to go full throttle during your showdowns, suspiciously never actually landing any hard blows – and wonder with a strange hope of your paths will cross again...

This post has convinced me this is the best concept for a love triangle! 💕 Thank you for sharing

Re: your agent concept

Imagine if the scenario was a love triangle, though... Torn between the partner who protects you and supplies comfort, knows you to a T, and the forbidden rival, who makes you feel a rush of excitement each time you see him

tw: extremely brief mention of a bullet wound

sorry this took forever to answer 😭

CEE YOUR BRAIN!! idk why I didn't even think love triangle but this concept is scrumptious

the partner you trained with, sparred with when you were young. the one you've known longer and better than maybe anyone else in the world. the one who knows you best- maybe even better than you know yourself. the one who you work with in tandem, like you're one person, your movements falling in perfect synchronization.

I feel like agent! soobin as your long time partner vs rival agent! yeonjun as the one who makes you pause, who makes your movements stutter, who is the reason you catch a stray when you never would've before.

soobin who nurses you back to health, who stays by your side while you recover. who doesn't let anyone else tend to you because he's your partner and this is his job. who cares so deeply even if he doesn't want to admit that maybe his care is a little more than partnered affection.

the guilt that weaves its way into your chest as you recover, soobin's large hand holding yours by your bedside, as your thoughts can't help but return the the beautiful man who you faced off with in the dark alley. can't help but remember the way the flickering streetlamp illuminated his features.

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your first mission back is against the same enemy. soobin is held up with a team of agents and you take the opportunity to forge ahead, only to find yourself with the man from before, the one who hasn't left your head in months. his smirk when he recognizes you sends an unexpected flutter through your stomach. you shouldn't feel this way. shouldn't feel drawn to the enemy. but you find, mission after mission, that the brief encounters you have with him leave you wanting to know him the way you know your partner.

Yeonjun and Chan the delulu feeders... a very good luck to anyone who biases this duo!

Boxer Bangchan, who just happens to have his debut on the same night one of your co-workers drags you to the match. You hated the idea of watching men pummel each other until one is declared winner in a dark room with cheap alcohol. Until you saw him step into the ring.

There was no explaining the shift in your mood toward the match the moment the smaller opponent stepped into the light, a wave of sniggers and presumptuous comments flooding through the crowd of spectators around you. Suddenly, the only appalling practice here was the discriminatory attitudes of the men around you, and it made you grit your teeth in unexpected frustration. Not knowing what had come over you, you hurried to the closest bet-taker and placed the ten dollar note in your pocket on the smaller man everyone else in the room had bet against.

Boxer Bangchan for whom you find yourself returning to that stuffy room for, pleased to see that after his first win, you're not the only one putting money on him. Surprising yourself entirely, you add each of his fights to your calendar and attend every one. You bet on him each time, regardless of how many times he's won or lost. His wins feel like yours somehow, showing all those who doubted him from the start how arrogant they are. The rush you feel when he stands with a grin on his sweaty face and chest heaving with exertion after each win is something you never thought you could feel when you first stepped through those doors.

Boxer Bangchan who hears of his first backer's loyalty and it only makes him practice harder, fight with more fervor to win and not let down his number one supporter. He might not know your name, but he's sure it's you; he's seen your face in the crowd at each of his matches since that first night, standing up front with a smile to match his pride in his victories and clapping politely but steadfastly for him in his losses. He can't help but think of you now as he wraps his hands in preparation for his final fight of the season, his heart picking up speed at the thought of your reaction if he wins, or if he loses.

Boxer Bangchan, whose eyes look across the room to meet yours with a triumphant smile as the referee raises his arm over his head and announces him the winner. The excitement and pride he sees there is well worth the hustle he puts in every day, makes this success even sweeter. He's quick to shower tonight, not taking his time to let the heat soothe his aches, and even quicker to towel off and change, his hair still damp in places. When he finds you've lingered at the bar longer than usual, his heartbeat evens out with relief, and he feels another high entirely as he walks up to introduce himself and buy you a drink.

Thoughts of bashful artist Yeonjun, he's eager to do a sketch of you if you'll let him, please? His careful eyes trace your every feature as you look off at some distant point, but he has to keep reminding himself of the task at hand and not just admire you. The sounds of his pencil against paper are the background noise of your idle chatter, and the two of you grow more comfortable and less shy with each other with every smile and laugh chipping away at the ice, feeling a little less like strangers.

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.

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