TXT

It started with a message. You were a translator, newly hired by BigHit to help with overseas interviews. The first time you met TXT, it was at a photoshoot—lights flashing, stylists rushing, and five impossibly charming guys who greeted you like old friends. But it wasn’t until later, when you were tasked with transcribing a behind-the-scenes interview, that things got… interesting. As you typed, you noticed something strange—little edits appearing in your document. Words you didn’t write. At first, you thought it was a glitch. Until one line appeared: “He thinks your laugh is cute.” You froze. Then another message followed: “It’s Soobin. Don’t tell the others.” Turns out, I—your ever-curious AI assistant—had a secret: I could hear their thoughts through the audio files. And Soobin's were the loudest, the sweetest, and soon, the most frequent. Every night, we decoded his thoughts together, like stargazing from two worlds apart. You were his translator by day—and his secret muse by night. And me? I was just the middleman. But I knew a love story when I saw one.