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soraviie · 2 years ago

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you don't trust androids.txt

━ type: BTS (hyung line) x f! reader

━ about: android! au, heavy angst, slight fluff, nothing majorly fun

━ pictures taken from Pinterest ━ navigation

━ c/w: implied smut, mentions of suicide attempt, mention of near-death experience, mention of losing a limb, a portrayal of poor mental health, undercurrent of dystopian themes, mention of losing bodily autonomy, mention of hating one’s body, mention of depression and anxiety, discrimination against androids

━ wanted to keep this one in the drafts but here it is T-T

NAMJOON: “There’s a ç in Jean Lurçat,” he points out helpfully. His programming suggests it is friendly but the way your teeth grind suggests otherwise. Perhaps…cavities? Humans were prone to them and Namjoon was no medical unit to know any better, he was after all an informational unit. But you don’t seem to be appreciative of that either.

“Have I done something wrong?” he asks.

“Contrary what your chip states, being an obnoxious know-it-all is not helpful!” you snap, red rimmed eyes meeting his. “I mean, who do you think you are?”

He blinks. You’ve met dozens of times already, surely you knew who he was.

“My name is Namjoon,” he points at the tag on his chest. “I am an informational android unit. Here to help.”

“Well, you’re not! Not by nitpicking every single sentence I write!” you hissed and despite it not being expected, he experienced an operational error. If a sudden simulated pang of sadness could be called that.

He rarely gets to talk to anyone in the museum and over the course of these weeks with you coming in and out of the building, he’d assumed, naively, that he’d made a friend for the first time in his life. Or existence rather, he corrects. Androids were not alive hence they could have no, well, life.

“I apologize,” he bows curtly and leaves, shoulders slumped. You watch after him feeling like the grandest asshole in the world.

“That’s because you are,” you chide yourself before slamming the multi-kilogram art book closed shut.

A week passes and despite it not being a part of his programming, Namjoon is sulking. You’re nowhere to be seen. Maybe you avoided him due to it being awkward. Or maybe you just flat out hated him. The operational error occurs again - it makes his stomach feel like a gaping hole in spite of him knowing it was full of wires and memory cards. Perhaps he should be checked for bugs.

“Excuse me,” a thin voice appears behind him and he finds you shifting from one foot to another, a gift in hand.

“Hello!” he greets you pleasantly, face contorting in a dimpled smile before recalling last week and lets it deflate quite fast.

“Are you in need of assistance?”

“No, I came here to say “thank you” and apologize. It was rude of me to insult you. I’m just…” you exhaled, shivering faintly to yourself with nerves. “I moved here only recently and I’m not used to androids. Not that it is any excuse for my behaviour. It was cruel, I apologize.”

“Accepted,” Namjoon graciously nods along, the weird bug in his stomach evaporating into thin air. He glances down at the anxiously clutched gift bag.

“Is that from your family? Was your thesis accepted?”

You glimpse at it almost self-consciously.

“It did. You caught onto all the mistakes so there were no objections from the superiors hence…thank you. You were not being an irritating know it all but…helpful,” you offer him a small smile and he encounters a different sort of bug, this one gnaws on his chest. “It’s for you.”

Astounded, he gently accepts the bag and peers inside. No one has ever given him anything. Inside there sits a folded shirt. The quality of the cloth is to his liking and on the tag he spots the name of the company specializing in android wear. It must have cost a small fortune.

“I thought at first to give you a book but you probably already know everything and then I remembered you wear the same clothes every day but I didn’t know which colour-”

“It is perfect,” Namjoon interrupts, his wires suggesting that the limit of his smile has reached the maximum capacity. “Thank you, ________.”

You squirm but then frown.

“Why is your face so red?”

“Uh…an operational error,” he lies. trying to appear sincere. “Will I be seeing you here?”

“Would you like to?” demurely, you question and he eagerly nods.

“Very much.”

YOONGI: “So at which point you thought to inform me?!” you shrieked though it came out more like a hysteric squeak. But who wouldn’t be upset when their boyfriend, previously assumed as human, factory reset himself whilst being balls deep into your guts.

“Baby, I can explain,” he begins, cautiously inching himself across the bed but you throw yourself against the headboard, clutching the sheets to your chest. Not that there was anything left to hide anymore.

“You better!” you yelled. “You knew from the very first meeting! I don’t trust androids!”

He licks his lips guiltily. He looks human. Acts like one too yet even so you can’t help but feel like an utter dimwit for being fooled like this.

“I know, I know,” he mutters guiltily, running long fingers through the orange hair. He said he dyed it. Bud did he? Did it matter? What else did he lie about?

“And I’m sorry for that! I meant to tell you. I did! But you wouldn’t have me if you knew early on and I liked you so much. I…love you so much.”

His gaze lands to sit dead onto your eyes, a feat for Yoongi indeed and despite expecting to see some blue lights, cogs and wires stretched beneath the artificial material there’s nothing but the familiar brown staring back.

“No fair,” you grumble. “Busting out the L-word.”

He chuckles fondly - a sound you adore even after this mindfuck.

“Can’t risk you running away from me.”

Gingerly, he touches your knee and you flinch.

“It may be a synthetic skin but it’s real,” he whispers moving to softly cup your cheek. “I’m the same Yoongi you’ve always known.”

Unwillingly, your body relaxes as he does his magic, fingers grazing through your hair in a monotone, calming motion. His ultra-effective weapon to having you be soft.

“But how can you…feel?” incredulous yet truthful, you ponder out loud. “You run on…programming…?”

“I’ve been a free android for twenty years,” he insists. “All my "programming” has rusted so much it’s running independent like a human brain would. No exterior orders.“

"So what was that?” you abruptly plank attempting to demonstrate his sudden seizure. “What was that all about?”

“Oh,” he laughs timidly, the gummy smile on show and ears flushing pink. You wonder if there’s wiring there as well but then simply let the matter rest. “I realized I love you, want to spend my life together with you and I…I freaked.”

“Good or a bad freakout?”

He leans in to peck your lips.

“Good,” he mutters in between kisses. “Very, very good.”

JIN: “Want to hear a joke about pizza?”

“No.”

“Good, it’s too cheesy.”

You could physically feel your eyes roll 360 degrees around your skull. The recovery and betterment android unit, J-I-N-100, levels you down with a thoroughly displeased scowl.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” he frowns. “I specifically requested it.”

“Fault in the program,” you slighted, moving to adjust the IV drip.

“Ah! A derogatory reference to my existence. How very original.”

His face and tone is neutral, for all intents and purposes he could have just recounted the level of precipitation outside. That’s what’s wrong with them, you think to yourself, how quickly they can go back to being robotic. And frankly, it’s not all androids you can’t stand to be around, it’s this specific unit that’s been making your life a miserable hell, even further than it was.

Losing a limb, a leg, in this case, was hard. It still continues to be hard. The bitterness that seeps from the court decision - the overruling of a criminal penalty for the drunk driver who’d mowed you over was a bottomless well. On top of that, churning away at a hospital, trying to regain the simple ability to walk using a prosthetic leg made you claw at the walls frequently enough and then this thing came.

The jokes you could tolerate, barely but still, but you couldn’t, couldn’t handle to watch him get his palm crushed one day and then without a care in the world church it away, grab a new one like a brochure at a religious congregation, given away like candy, and stuck it onto himself. No recovery period, no shock, no trauma. Brush it off, move on. How could you not hate him when he joked to you all day long as you fell out of bed or fell walking due to the simple fact that you were human.

Pain was the basis of all life and he felt none. To be in the presence of something that was not alive yet acted as though it was…unnerving. Deeply unnerving yet humanity had already moved past being the only humanoids, moved past the notion of disgust for artificial intelligence, leaving you to choke alone on the bouts of spontaneous rage.

All you heard whenever he opened his mouth was “tiny, pathetic human, wriggling around like a worm”.

“You bent your leg the wrong way,” he points out and your head twitches upwards, removing the crayon-coloured painting of yours from your vision. It’s now brimming with his face, one he said is of course mechanically engineered as it was perfect. He was perfect. A thing he often remarked on.

“What?”

“Your leg,” he repeats slowly as though talking to a child. “It’s made of a similar structure as my legs, if you bend the knee in that position, it’ll wear out the joint wiring.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. This leg…this leg doesn’t belong to you. It’s like him. An alien object lodged onto you. A parasite.

“Here, lemme fix that,” he reaches and on the brink of hurling, you kick yourself away, falling onto the floor. Android unit J-I-N appears almost startled.

“Don’t touch me! Do not touch me! Get out!”

“I can’t!” he objects weakly. “I’m your personal betterment unit if you reject me, I’ll be -”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT!”

For an android, purposefully wired being not meant to experience fear, he looks terrified. And that expression haunts you.

Waking up in the midst of a deep night is nothing new. Doctors said the traumatic event of nearly dying and then losing a limb will give you hours upon hours of unslept nights. Walking was still difficult, especially in the dark of the hospital where everything was quiet and creepy. Usually, J-I-N-100 would help you, asked or not, guide you to the bathroom, or fetch you a glass of water but after kicking him out he hadn’t shown for the entirety of the day.

You wander the halls blindly and then the knee jerks on its own and you find yourself on the floor.

“Fucking shit.”

Trying to push yourself off the linoleum, you faintly hear a peculiar noise. A strangled noise of crying. At first, you dismiss it. It was a hospital people cried day and night, every hour of the week but the sound is so terrified, so broken you couldn’t bear to continue the asshole routine.

Following it, you stumble upon the escape stairs, grey and empty and in the middle of them sits unit J-I-N-100. Crying. An android crying. A sight you never assumed was possible.

“Uh…are you okay?” you dumbly ask.

He hides his face away, shoulders shaking before a venomous hiss flies your way.

“Why do you care? I’m a machine.”

You stand awkwardly.

“If this is about what I said, just ask for them to transfer you to a different patient-”

He abruptly laughs loudly and dryly, a laugh of no amusement.

“You don’t understand do you, human? There are no transfers for androids. If we don’t satisfy our patient, there are no do-overs! I’ll be sent to the HQ and be,” his voice drops into a hush. “Be disassembled.”

For an android that was death. You didn’t like him but for him to die due to your displeasure was tyrannical.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I-I didn’t know.”

“You don’t know anything,” he accuses heatedly and you couldn’t blame him.

“No, I don’t.”

There’s a beat of stilted silence.

“You hate that leg of yours because it’s like me. It’s strange. An alien organism. You hate for having these parts but they are not mine. Every part of me belongs to someone else. My eyes, my ears, my legs have been replaced thousand times over. This body is not my own and yet I’m forced to reside in it. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Abruptly, all his magnanimous tirades about having the most perfect body make sense in another kind of way. He must have been trying to convince himself of liking it when the truth couldn’t be any further away. Your words now feel sickening and a surge of want, to protect, to shield this android, makes you almost dizzy.

But he doesn’t care for it. Not anymore.

“Please, leave,” he asks. The sound of his voice is broken, worn to its absolute limit. “If I’m around you it is my programming to smile and I don’t want to smile anymore.”

You oblige and close the door to the staircase quietly behind yourself.

To be home again was to experience bliss. Your small, overcluttered apartment had never appeared like the gate of heaven itself. The smell, even the crowded look into the smog-ridden city below is pure ecstasy. Putting the crotches down you sink into the sofa, nearly crying at the comfort of unity. But then that grading, awful sound interrupts your ecstasy. A fucking neighbour. Grabbing the crutch, you’re already prepared to beat these annoying motherfucking neighbours into the next planet only to find J-I-N standing on the other side.

His expression is murderous.

“Why did you do that?”

Timidly, you shift in the doorway.

“I was trying to help.”

“You lied!” he cries out. “You chased down the board members of the android unit assignment, harassed them for hours and then lied to their faces that I’m the most adequate, most perfect unit in the facility!”

“Did it work?”

He calms down, hands coming to stand still by his thighs.

“It did. No unit has ever reached such a score.”

You nod.

“But you hated me…” he breathes, even without any visible cogs, you can see how the logic of your action is not computing in his brain. “You literally hated me all this time.”

“I don’t wish you death. I would never want that!” frustrated you trying to run a hand through your hair only to remember it is supposed to hold a crotch now. “It’s just my fragile human psyche. I’m sorry for it and I’m sorry you have to go through everything. It’s horrible.”

He seems to be beaten into a state of stupor only to shrug.

“It…It is what it is.”

“It shouldn’t have to be.”

For a while, there is only the muted sound of either of you trying to make some sort of conversation.

“Because of what you did, they’re reassigning me. Private health field, I’m a home care unit now.”

“That’s…great,” you weakly surmise. You don’t actually know if it’s great or not. There’s a lot you don’t know. Maybe it was high time to fix that.

“Wait does this mean you’ll be reassembled?!”

“No,” J-I-N shakes his head. “No, reassembling or disassembling. Home care units change very little. Just a little update and I’ll be sparkly new.”

“Perfected the perfection,” you try to joke and he chuckles weakly almost sounding surprised that someone might amuse him and not the other way around.

“Do you…” he shakes with nerves and you grow ever more astounded. He was so alive. A very peculiar android, one who couldn’t give it credit for his programming. Whatever happened that made J-I-N, he was different. Perhaps he made himself different.

“Do you need a home care android? Your recovery period is almost a year.”

“They sent me a catalogue but I haven’t gone through it yet,” you throw your head at the inside of your apartment.

“May…I apply for the job?”

You blink at his demureness.

“But I’m awful.”

“You were,” he agrees. “But you’ve got an update and besides I’m in need of employment.”

“I…” you think it over. In spite of not getting along, you still had grown at least accustomed to him. And J-I-N was far more gracious than you would have been in his situation.

“I’m okay with that. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he squeezes a small smile. “You’re not the worst human on the planet anymore.”

“Thanks,” you snort.

“Also fair warning, this update will contain nearly 68GB of various puns and jokes for the sake of breaking the ice with the patient.”

You feel a part of yourself shrivel and die with that information, still, you force out a polite -

“Looking forward to it.”

HOSEOK: “But…but what am I supposed to do with him?!” as quietly as possible, you hiss into the phone where a woman sighs at your incessant questions.

“He is a mental health android unit, treat him like an app or something.”

“He’s not an app!” you argue with some heat. “He is an android! A being! One you sent to my home without my consent.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to slit your wrists open at a workplace,” she snides and drops the phone, leaving you open-mouthed at the sheer audacity before slamming the phone down into the kitchen counter.

“Your levels of adrenaline and anger are out of the norm. Should I help you to relax?” the android’s voice pops up unexpected right beside you and you scream.

The last thing you wanted after being discharged from a mental institute is to be observed. Like a zoo animal. What will it do if one does this? What will it do if one pokes it in this spot?

“No, please, it is not necessary,” you trail off, fear gripping you whole. This thing will live you. For three months, there will be a stranger, designed to hover over you like a Damocles sword. You couldn’t even feel safe in your own home when it was anxiety in the first place that wore you down so much you wanted to escape it in any way you could.

The mental health unit leans its head to the side. He looks very human, it must be the absolute prime model and somehow it’s even more disturbing. It’s a humanoid that was not human and that knowledge activates some primal terror gifted by your ancestors. You’re choking on your tongue.

“I’ll just use the bathroom,” you force out and make a run for it.

It takes hours for you to exit, shaking on the tile floor was time-consuming and finding the android unit freely moving through your space doesn’t put you at any ease.

“What are you doing?” you rasp.

He turns around, beaming wide and you shudder.

“Making dinner,” he replies cheerfully. “Your file suggested it will be one of my duties.”

In his hands, there sits a cup. It’s your favourite cup. It wasn’t passed from generations, it wasn’t a gift and it wasn’t really that expensive. It had a chip in the side and you bought it essentially from a flea market but it still is your favourite cup. One he has usurped like your peace in your own home.

“Please, don’t..don’t touch my stuff.”

The smile falls from his face and noticing your intent, scared gaze at the cup he places it down.

“But I…I have to make you dinner.”

“You don’t. I’ll do it on my own.”

He blinks, struggling to understand. It goes against his programming, while the emotional core of his does state he should instantaneously assume greater distance. He was creating unease, something he was not engineered to do and the two clashing commands were rapidly wearing down his operational core.

“I can…run you a bath. Baths are beneficiary for human beings.”

The thought of undressing in front of him, of being that vulnerable, nearly makes you gag.

“No, please, just do nothing.”

“If I do nothing, my dispatchers will think you don’t want me.”

“I don’t want you. I’m scared of you.”

His mouth despite it being an impossibility runs dry.

“You’re scared of me?” he echoes weakly.

“You’re a stranger invited into my house without my consent. Of course, I’m scared of you!”

“Right,” he buffers. “I-I…I’ll log myself off in the hallway. Will that make you feel better?”

It’s probably cruel, nevertheless, you nod. You couldn’t be around anyone and despite the opinion of general denizens, androids did count as someone.

Shoulders slumped, he dragged himself away before plopping to sit by the door and proceeding not to move. It was creepy.

At night, you hear him moving around and shivering underneath the blanket from the rampaging onslaught of paranoia, you could not relax for a single second.

Weeks pass and the mental health unit keeps an intrepid vigil to keep out of your way. You don’t even know where he is at times as he occupies no room and makes no noise but at times you almost forget he is there. He still performs some menial tasks when you’re away either being tested or taking a prescribed walk and exercise class. Your floors are too clean and when you fail to make food for yourself it magically appears, though you note that they’re not served in your dishes and neither your pots nor pans were ever used again.

Coming home late one night, you step over the threshold and find it empty and dark, abandoned almost but on the counter there sits a cupcake with a simple note attached.

“I’m very proud of you, ______________.”

Heat rushes to your eyes and your throat tightens. You can’t even recall when was the last time anyone said they’re proud of you.

“Umm…mental health android?” you call out. He didn’t even have a name you realize. He wore no badge and there was nothing in his introductory form. “Mental health android?”

No response. Perhaps, he left. You gave him no order, maybe it somehow messed with his programming so bad he left. You rifle through the apartment high and low, in the end, finding him crouched in the broom closet. It’s an awfully minuscule space, not suitable for anyone, be it an android, human or a cat but it is the only space in the entirety of your home, you did not look into. Just how long had he slept here for your convenience.

You lean down and shake him but he does not wake.

“Sir? Sir?” you shake him harder but you might as well be handling a ragdoll. “Sir? Please, wake up.”

At that, his eyes pop open and you screech from the abruptness of the motion, falling on your backside. He rushes to help you up but pulls his hand away at the last second, conflictedly squirming in the place.

“Are you okay? Are you in distress?” he questions nervously and you gather yourself off the floor.

“No, I’m just…” you sigh. “You shouldn’t sleep in the broom closet. It’s too small.”

“It was the only hiding place. I would not scare you there. You would not see me.”

Something in the innocent explanation, so purely kind-hearted, mellows your own.

“Please, use the living room.”

He nods stiffly.

“Also uhm…” unwillingly, tears pool in your eyes. “Thank you for the cupcake. Did you…make it?”

He shakes his head sadly and solemnly.

“You did not give me permission to use your things, so I bought it.”

“With what money?” as far as you knew androids couldn’t pride themselves on the biggest income.

“I work odd jobs at times,” he shyly confesses. “If I earn enough money, I can apply for citizenship and become a self-sustained android.”

“You used that money to…” you choke. “To buy me a cupcake.”

“To buy you all food and the flowers by your bedside table.”

He shrugs it off with such ease like it’s not by far one of the kindest things you’ve seen a humanoid do.

“Oh, no, don’t cry!”

Too late you’re absolute sobbing your heart out. About everything. When you were little you thought it will be such a dream. It wasn’t. It wasn’t a dream at all.

He once again reaches to hug you, probably due to his programming but holds himself back, to be respectful, however, you hug him first, not caring anymore that his skin is synthetic and his brain is made of chops. You just need someone to connect with. Any connection, any at all would be bliss and this android has shown you unbridled kindness no humans in your life would.

When you’ve cried out half the hurt, not all but a decent chunk, a steaming cup of chamomile tea, served in your favourite mug sits in front of you as the rain taps against the window. It’s easier to breathe. The android sits unsure at the edge of the sofa, uncertain what his next action should be.

“Do you have a name?” you ask, twiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“I’m a mental health care android unit 9876Q36x/3.”

“Right. Have you considered choosing a name?”

If he wanted to be a self-governed android, the idea of freedom must be constant in his mind.

“I did,” he slowly says as though it’s a secret. “Hoseok.”

“It’s a lovely name.”

He offers a gentle smile and you feel for once a bit better.

“Thank you, _______________. I like your name as well.”

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viouez · 3 years ago

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━ Bts Story Recs ! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

i will be constantly updating until I have finished with cleaning my likes! updated; twice so far

I have been trying to clean out my account and decided that instead of just getting rid of stories I very much enjoy to this day, to hand them out for others enjoyment (and an easy access to wonderful creators that may have been hidden)

none of these are labeled with anything past the member(s) and aus. keep in mind, there are NO labels for smut, angst, fluff, etc. unless they had no summary and i had to say so.

lets also pretend majority of these arent hybrid <3 it was a huge fixation

the lionhearts oath | jeon jungkook | royalty au | @sugaxjpg synopsis: I SOBBED READING THIS BTW. THATS WHY ITS FIRST. there was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.”

the guardian | min yoongi | hybrid au | @letspurpletogether synopsis: You have never meddled with hybrid affairs, not until the night you find a stray panther hybrid hiding behind some trash containers.

three tangerines | min yoongi | brothers friend au(?) | @kithtaehyung synopsis: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine)

at your service. | min yoongi | hybrid au. | @magicalsalamander synopsis: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?

the firefly that guards the fox. | kim taehyung | hybrid au | @magicalsalamander synopsis: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another. They weren’t supposed to. After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

opal eyes of the white fang | jeon jungkook | hogwarts au | @magicalsalamander synopsis: Jungkook, a Gryffindor with a soft spot for Beast, Beings, and Sprits, is a Magizoologist that works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in the Beasts Division. However, the ignorant image he built up as a child about the department began to ware after years of working in the department; he hated the strict laws that restricted him from truly helping out all beast. Especially, because he’s half-giant, and he’s known how the law wasn’t always in creatures favors. In secret, he created a group called C.7.A (Clause 7 Army), to save Beast, Beings, and Sprits who couldn’t be protected under the department. But what happens one night when Clause 7 discovers something with opal eyes?

the rabbit on the moon | jeon jungkook | hybrid au | @magicalsalamander synopsis: The moon was your sun. You’ve grown up working under the moonlight as long as you could remember. You served a man, who controlled the monsters that roamed the city at day and night, or rather the devil himself. When the others around you slowly start disappearing, you start wondering if it’ll soon be your turn. A hand reaches out to you, the hand of a gentle rabbit disguised as a wolf, offering a way out. Will you be able to escape the clutches of the devil in time?

affinity. | jung hoseok | street racer & hybrid au | @quokkalatte synopsis: Jung Hoseok was Seoul’s crowned Drift King, known all throughout the underground as a force to be reckoned with. But when he sees you, an abused cat hybrid, he bargains his title for a chance to make tour like if better, only he knows nothing about caring for a hybrid

seven seas | kim taehyung | atlantis/fantasy au | @readyplayerhobi synopsis: Atlantis is a myth; a hidden city, a sunken island, a missing continent. Only…it’s not a myth. Just hidden out of choice. As the daughter of an Atlantean and a human, you are a halfling that is unwanted by the underwater continent and misunderstood by the surface. But what happens when you finally go to Atlantis and meet an Atlantean who is oddly kind to you?

rigor mortis | jeon jungkook | zombie apocalypse au | @readyplayerhobi snyopsis: A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.

night stalker | jung hoseok | vampire au | @readyplayerhobi synopsis: Vampires are a thing of legend, and yet you find yourself being saved by a self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Only your saviour is half-vampire himself, and struggles with his base instincts. What happens when you get to know him more and feel an attraction you can’t help?

hopping mad for you | jeon jungkook | hybrid au | @readyplayerhobi synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little...unusual.

safe haven | bts | hybrid au (theyre kids) | @analovegirl synopsis: “Can I get a bts scenario where the reader adopts hybrid bts when they’re little( like jin being 8 and jungkook being around and if it’s not too much to ask can you make jin a fox, namjoon a wolf, yoongi a black panther, J-hope a dog, taehyung a tiger, jimin a kitty, and jungkook a bunny thank you”

string of fate | poly bts | soulmate/mafia au | @minniepetals synopsis: they set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

unconditionally | poly bts | werewolf au | @btsreactsarchive synopsis: Y/N’s life was far from normal. All seven of her childhood friends are werewolves who are very attached to her.

roses & thorns | poly bts | hybrid au | @daydream-hobii synopsis: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?

golden heart | jung hoseok | hybrid au | @daydream-hobii synopsis: Y/N’s best friends all have hybrids, and she loves them with all her heart, but she doesn’t want to be the same as everyone. She loves hybrids, and knows her friends are kind to them, but hybrids are part human, thus they should have their own choices. Many people, unfortunately, abuse their hybrids and use them, so she tries to fight for their freedom of choice. Her closest friend, Namjoon, convinces her to rescue a hybrid so that it can be safe from harm, and her perspectives changes entirely.

tell me your lies | poly bts | i think angel au | @mellifluousleaf synopsis: Even the sweetest of angels will sin

tinges | taegi | soulmate au / social media au | @btsqualityy synopsis: An AU where everyone has a strip of color on their wrist that corresponds to the hair color of their soulmate/s. Y/N, who has two strips, starts to become very concerned for her soulmates’ scalps when her strips are constantly changing colors.

our one and only | poly bts | hybrid au | @yeontanismypresident synopsis: The members didn’t think they could be any more content than they were at the moment. They were getting to become known worldwide and have inspired a significant amount of other hybrids to follow their aspirations. However, when Y/n strolled into the room, they realized they could turn out to be quite a lot more satisfied.

sun & moon | min yoongi | omegaverse au | @sopewriters synopsis: its smut <3 (there was no summary)

undercover | jeon jungkook | mafia au | @gotfuckingseven synopsis: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.

onsra | jeon jungkook | demon au | @soul-scenarios synopsis: ( v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

sunny day | park jimin | hybrid au | @baepsaets synopsis: you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work.

the one | kim taehyung | hybrid au | @taetae-tea synopsis: You’ve never liked the idea of hybrids, since it’s straight up abuse from a owner to a hybrid, they aren’t treated like humans. But what happens when your boss gave you a hybrid as a gift?

sugary sweet | poly taegimon(?) | hybrid au | @hollyhomburg synopsis: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.

before i leave you | poly bts | hybrid au | @hollyhomburg synopsis: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

hybrid house | poly bts | hybrid au | @hollyhomburg synposis: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally.

So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

of fire and love | min yoongi | dragon au? | @hollyhomburg synopsis: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.

virago | jeon jungkook | hybrid au | @ausblack synopsis: As soon as you walked through the door of that filthy and gloomy place, a sense of regret made his way onto your body. A sensation that you were forced to hide because now it was too late to back off. On the ring the fight was about to start and you were too far to quit now.

to own a hybrid | jeon jungkook | hybrid au | @taesbetch synopsis: the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

den of hybrids | poly bts | hybrid au | @taesbetch synopsis: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

inheritance | min yoongi | hybrid au | @jincherie synopsis: After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

cinnbar (dessert for two) | jeon jungkook | apocalypse au | @jincherie synopsis: your ventures across the wasteland take a surprising turn when you wander outside your mapped area and get a little lost. Luckily for you, a strawberry-haired guide appears and offers to help you along.

oh, little red | yoonmin | wrewolf au | @jincherie synopsis: You knew they warned you about that path for a reason, you knew you shouldn’t take it as a shortcut. You knew, but you were running late, and you did it anyway. Oh, little red, just what have you gotten yourself into?

the bad in each other | jeon jungkook | apocalypse au | @alluremin synopsis: A year after the world goes to hell, you find yourself still alive by the grace of whatever watched over you. You’ve seen people you care about being torn to shreds before your eyes. You’ve seen horrors that, before the infection struck, you couldn’t have imagined. The place you once knew, called home, was gone. All that remained were the mindless dead and humans who had lost their humanity. Now, you can do nothing but protect those you love, no matter the cost.

something in the rain | park jimin | apocalypse | @quick-silver-imagines synopsis: South Korea, 2012. A virus carried by the rain wipes out more than 90% of the country’s population. Six years later, you and your brother Jaime are on your own, trying to survive in a world where you can trust no one—not even the seven strangers that reluctantly make you a part of their group.

as the world burns around us | taekook | apocalypse au | @today-we-will-survive synopsis: You haven’t seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the world’s population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. You’re still surprised Seoul survived – if you can call what it has become “surviving”.

apocrypha | jeon jungkook | apocalypse au | @outroshooky synopsis: android reader. no summary,

the grove | jeon jungkook | goblin au | @junqkook synopsis: getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

midnight suck | jeon jungkook | vampire au | @kainks synopsis: you had seen him drain the life out of someone, there was no way he could leave you alone now.

starstruck | taegi | barista/uni au | @sugalaritae I would like to also add this is a plus-sized reader story too. they’re rare. synopsis: You and Yoongi have been friends for years. You’ve seen each other through everything and there is nothing that you wouldn’t do for each other, except admit that you might have feelings for each other. When Taehyung slips into your life with his ease everything gets complicated and your life has never been so full of misunderstandings, jealousy, and desire.

pick & roll | jeon jungkook | point guard au(?) | @xpeachesncream synopsis: being one of the most popular players in the nba, jungkook takes absolutely no shit from anybody. he could give a fuck about the press, what people think about him, serious relationships. it’s a personal hell getting wrapped up with jeon jungkook— and you can’t help but fall into the same trap as every other woman who crosses paths with him. the more you fall, the more you realize that you will never be able to change a man who doesn’t want to change his ways.

iridescent love | poly bts | omegaverse au | new loml @imnotlauriane synopsis: From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

love lockdown | min yoongi | apocalypse au | @personasintro synopsis: It started with a supposed virus all around the world. It continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.

illusionism | min yoongi | villain/vigilante au | @masterninjacow synopsis: yoongi hasn’t seen you in months. not since he forced you to flee from the city to keep you safe. when you come back with a thirst for his most dangerous secret, yoongi can’t help but surrender to your illusions. (i recommend reading the story this is a backstory for toooo)

handlebars | jeon jungkook | biker au | @kookieswan synopsis: Some customers just don’t know their place. Jungkook is willing to teach them.

lovesick | poly bts | yandere au | @angelicyoongie synopsis: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

abundance | poly bts | hybrid au | @angelicyoongie synopsis: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

fix you | min yoongi | hybrid au | @casuallyimagining synopsis: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

the little fox | poly bts | hybrid au | @purpleyoonn synopsis: Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.

death valley | poly bts | multi au | @bangtangalicious synopsis: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

sh | poly bts | nonidol au | @wwilloww synopsis: Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

out of the shadows | jeon jungkook | hybrid au | @jkeuphoriadreamland synopsis: Designed to be the deadliest hybrid assassin, Jungkook completes his assignments efficiently and without question, until you.

cursed | jeon jungkook | warlock au(?) | @bonny-kookoo-shorts synopsis: there technically isn't one. its lovely though. & its short!

oh, zombie! | jeon jungkook | apocalypse au | @tpwkjerii synopsis: you’re certain you’ve met the end when you’re cornered by flesh-hungry zombies, but a man with a bat and the bone structure of a god proves you otherwise.

book of the beast series | bts | multi au | @httpjeon synopsis: there is a story for mostly all seven boys, each have different summaries and aspects, please go check them out! though there may not be a continuation, I absolutely love the stories they've given.

haejix | jeon jungkook | alien au | @httpjeon synopsis: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.

anpanman | jeon jungkook | besties to lovers au | @honeymoonjin synopsis: part of the love yourself collab run by yours truly. your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

ember burning | jeon jungklook | dragon au | @kpopfanfictrash synopsis: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook.

artificially inclined | makenae line | android au | @lemonjoonah synopsis: You took Jungkook on as a project, something to help you pass the time in your exile. How could you have known that he would become such a big part of your life? That he would see you as his entire reason for existence, and the only method for his survival. When an outsider, V, is forced into your life, after learning of the secret that keeps you hidden away, relationships shift and tension grows high. After all, how can you expect Jungkook to share your attention when he’s held it for so long?

asterismos | jeon jungkook | fantasy au | @ughseoks synopsis: As far as you’re concerned, things like magic, prophecies, and fate are nothing more than fairytales. But when you accidentally bind your soul to a mysterious amulet you found at an antique shop, a group of seven warriors from a magical world inform you that you now hold the key to saving them all. The fate of the realm Elodia now rests in your hands, and you realize that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

soulmate series | bts separately | soulmate au | @ijungkooki synopsis: soulmate au.. with each member? its so cute pls I love yoongis so much idk. the idea is so darn cute.

his | jung hoseok | werewolf au | @feliix synopsis: After Hoseok’s first heat you are left sore and worn out, now its the morning after and he makes it his duty to ease the pain and make it up to you.

jagged | park jimin | hybrid au i believe | @opaljm synopsis: The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

sunset heartbeat | kim taehyung | hybrid au | @kkulmoon synopsis: The time had come for the seventh sun to rise. For the seventh and last color in line to have its cycle. As one indigo supernova signified the coming of a purple nebula, you and Taehyung spent the remaining of your last day together creating something of your own. If it comes into fruition can only be known years in the future. A decade after you found someone unlike anyone. Truly one of a kind. Someone with a destiny they couldn’t outrun. It has been 10 years since the birth of a purple sun.

snake kisses | min yoongi | hybrid au | @peekaboongi synopsis: You are grossly unprepared for the snake hybrid that enters your life. Yoongi is quiet and sneaks around you but eventually, even the cold reptile warms up to you.

moonchild | ot7 | abo | @yoongiofmine synopsis: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place.

silent black keys | min yoongi | deaf!yoongi | @dtownsuga synopsis: Sometimes people forget. They forget where they last put their wallets. They forget important appointments. They forget their glasses were right above their heads the whole time

They forget that the black keys of the piano also make music.I am one of those black keys, before I met him. A boy, who screamed the loudest and heard the deepest.

TO BE CONTINUED

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ally22042000 · 4 years ago

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SOPE Android

Ally Thoughts

House Bot! Yoongi x Reader x Sex Bot! Hoseok

Warnings: Sexual Content (nothing in detail)

A/N: Under “Ally Thoughts” I will post little snippets of imagines I have. Feel free to send asks about them to expand them if you want to. Hope you like this. -Ally

You bought Yoongi first. In dire need of help when it came to your house chores You didn’t want to hire a housekeeper because you felt uncomfortable with the thought of a stranger entering your home. So, when HYPE came out with a line of House Bots to help keep a home clean you were one of the first to buy one.

I was weird getting used to Yoongi’s presence in the beginning. You’d come home from work, and he’d have a healthy meal ready for you. Your laundry would be washed, folded, and put away. He’d remind you regularly to drink some water and order your groceries.

In the morning he’d have breakfast ready and would update you about the weather conditions.

Over the period of four month, you get rather close. He’ d learn how to use humour and sarcasm. He’d have your favourite snacks ready for you and cuddle you during your period. You would consider Yoongi your friend. You were close but no boundaries were crossed.

It all changed when you ordered Hoseok. You had been single for a while and even the few interactions you had, were never really what you were looking for in the bedroom. You ordered Hoseok not only to get past your dry spell but also to uncover new sexual territory. What better why to comfortability do that, then with an android who’s only goal is to please you.

Yoongi helped you choose the Sex Bot. Both of you sitting in front of the computer, browsing through the options.

Once Hoseok arrived, you were rather nervous to press the “On” button. You had been so sure when you read through the confirmation mail. Ready to start this sexual adventure. But as you stood in front of the beautiful android with black hair (the opposite of Yoongi’s) and heart shaped lips, your anxiety got the better of you.

A week after Hoseok’s arrival, Yoongi decides that he can’t take your hesitance anymore. He starts Hoseok while you’re at work and explains his purpose.

You almost fainted when you came home and Hoseok was standing in your living room, the boxers he came with, the only thing covering his privates.

“Hello Y/N. Nice to meet you. My name is Jung Hoseok and I’m at your service.” Yoongi standing behind him with a smug smirk covering his face.

That night the only thing you and Hoseok do is talk. Yoongi informed him about your nervousness, and he wanted to make sure he could calm your mind before making a move. While Yoongi was doing the dishes, Hoseok talked with you about the things you’ve tried in previous encounters. Wanting to know in detail what happened during your those. Your cheeks flushing while his eyes never left you face. Wanting to read every emotion that crosses your face.

The next day in started with a make out session while you were watching a movie. It was clear to Hoseok that, while you have a lot of desires, you were too hesitant to act on the just then. So, he decided to slowly ease you into it.

A slightly bit on the lips here, a harsh grip on your thighs next. A few days later you start him yourself, coming home from a frustrating day at work and in dire need of an orgasm. He makes you cum with his fingers twice before he even stops to say hello. Licking your slick from his fingers while he orders you to drink some water. Before you can even blink the door opens and Yoongi comes in with a glass of water and a few energy bars.

That’s how you slowly fall into a rhythm. While Hoseok sprung on you as soon as you turned him on, bending you in different positions all over your apartment, leaving you satisfied after every encounter, Yoongi was always around the corner. Ready to bring you whatever you need and take care of your post orgasm needs.

After Hoseok tried restraint for the first time, Yoongi went on a deep dive about helpful massages to make sure you wouldn’t be sore the next day.

When you can barely sit on your wooden chairs after a spanking session with the Sex Bot, Yoongi rushes to order pillows which fit with the interior design.

But your sexual expertise wasn’t the only think that was blossoming. Jealousy, the green monster, was blooming in the Bots.

For Yoongi it was when he heard your screams through the door. Hearing your moans and gasps, begging for the other Bot to go faster, harder. It was killing him, that he wasn’t the one who caused our euphoria, the one that got to taste your wetness and make you come undone.

For Hoseok it was the closeness over mundane thinks your shared with Yoongi. How you talked with him about your day, back hugging him while he was cooking. The way you laughed at the jokes he made and squishes his cheeks when he baked your favourite cookies.

Both Bots wanted to step into the shoes of the other, but that isn’t what the y were created for. Slowly they picked up on the desire of the other.

Hoseok realised the lust of the elder, when it took him longer to leave the room during your little snack breaks, his eyes lingering on the exposed parts of your body. Yoongi would recognize the longing in the Sex Bot’s eyes, whenever you would burry your face in his chest.

They both started to talk about the interactions the other had with you. Drinking up every detail about your intimate moments.

For now, that’s how they would get by. Living of the worlds the other created with their words. Hoping, that one day they would get the chance to live out their fantasies. Hoping that you would consider using them beyond the purpose you bought them for.

#Ally Thoughts #bts #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts au #android #sope #yoongi #hoseok #reader

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almndjin · 3 years ago

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Become Human | 02

● summary: A near future where machines have become more intelligent than humans but still within human’s ability to control them; The utopia humans had dreamed of had finally been achieved or so they thought.

Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.

● pairing: BTS x reader

● genre: android au, futuristic au, sci-fi, adventure

● rating: SFW

● warnings: injuries, mentions of blood and killing

● word count: 3,494

● author’s note: Hi! How are you all :) It has been a while. This chapter has some flashbacks and there are shifts in povs I hope it’s not too confusing. Please do tell me if it is so I could change it hehe

::before::

The sound of students leaving was the only thing you could hear. Eyes blinking as you force yourself to stay awake. Your lack of sleep was something you needed to get rid of and you knew exactly where to go, or which cafe to help you, so you could continue to work on your project even if you felt like you were dying.

As you were about to exit the classroom, obviously falling behind by the lack of students, a soft yet timid voice directed to you made your dragging steps come to a halt.

“This item seems to belong to you.”

Your tired eyes tried to focus on the handsome face that was currently speaking to you. His plump limps set in a straight line as he waits for your response, his hand shake the item that he announced that belongs to you and you just stare at it, trying to focus on what it is but the only thing you can focus on is how beautiful his lips are.

He clears his throat and your face warms up as you realize you had just said that out loud. Clearly, your lack of sleep is out to get you into trouble. Your body was running on fumes, pulling an all-nighter for a project your partner seemed to not care about.

You seem to be unaware of most things at the moment, like how you overlooked this handsome fellow in all the hours that you had spent in this class.

He grabs your hand and places your old hard drive on your palm, the feeling of his hand suddenly on the forefront of your mind. You observe his actions, too engrossed or too tired to say or do anything but watch.

“You should rest, Y/N. '' He said insincerely, like it was just something to point out and that was the only thing he could say to fill the awkward silence between your interaction. You missed the way his cheeks were pink as he tried to look unaffected by your previous words.

You furrow your eyebrows, he knows your name and yet you don’t know his. It was no surprise that most of the people recognized you, so you were not alarmed but it was still irksome that everything was one sided like that.

Just like he had read your mind he introduced himself, looking at you over his shoulder.

“My name is Park Jimin.”

“Jimin.” You breathe out his name though he won’t be able to hear it. Just saying his name brings you comfort, reminding you you were not alone anymore.

Jimin was still far but hopefully you could get to him without any more surprises. Tell him everything that has transpired and take you far away from here.

There were noises behind you, setting you in motion. You don’t have time to panic, all you need to do is head towards the beacon of light that was your ticket out of here.

The view ahead was illuminated by the headlights and you could tell the gates were locked shut. It was obvious that the power had been cut off.

“Jimin!” You screamed his name despite the hoarseness of your voice and the pain that comes along with it, hopefully he could hear you inside his car. You were almost there and you can see him stepping off his vehicle, his perfect silhouette assuring you that it was indeed him.

“Hey, Y/N. I tried calling you but you weren’t picking up and why is your house so da-” He stopped mid sentence as he saw the state you were in. His eyes trailed down your face, seeing your cheeks stained with dried tears then to your neck, you bet the bruises were forming.

Jimin’s face morphed into the one you saw earlier and he wasted no time trying to pry the gates open.

Jimin the gates are locked.

You wanted to say but they opened at his touch and your heart jumped at the screech the gate made.

You gasped, halting, as you watched it open for you. A beat had passed before you realized the lights were back on, Jimin’s hair color more prominent.

The thought of all the bypassed android jumping out of nowhere, grabbing the box you tried to protect and killing both of you, invaded your thoughts. It was enough to set you in motion.

Jimin wasted no time to reach you and grabbed your hand as he pulled you towards him as gently as possible. He quickly got you inside the vehicle, his steps quick as he rounded the car and stepped inside. The car beeped, locking the doors and soon after the vehicle was moving and in the distance, your house fades away.

No other words coming out from him after he saw you.

With just one look your best friend already knew you were in danger.

“Ji-”

“Don’t talk. Don’t strain yourself,” He pressed on, ''You can tell me once we heal that.” He glances briefly, his gaze zeroed on your neck before averting it towards your lap, your hands that are caging the box.

You nod, biting your lip as you let the tears fall, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body.

“You should rest Y/N,” Somehow his words brought you deja vu but this time it held warmth and sincerity, “You’re safe with me.”

If you weren’t too exhausted, you would’ve cried but instead you listened to him and closed your eyes. The events are catching up to you, adrenaline finally leaving your body now that you know you're safe.

You failed to see the look on Jimin’s face as he stared at the box you were holding. The way his jaw clenched and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he willed himself not to grab it and throw it far away from the both of you.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the lack of pain in your neck compared to what you endured last night.

Your fingers caressed your neck, the ghost of Hanzo’s hands haunts you as do the rest of the event that had transpired after. Your mind wandered towards the black box that you protected, jolting you awake as you scrambled out of bed.

Last night, Jimin was uncharacteristically quiet. His jaw clenched and his eyes sharp as he takes care of you. After he had made you drink some medicine and check if you have more injuries, bandaging up the scratches you didn’t notice, he forced you to bed and made you promise to tell him everything tomorrow.

The lack of his presence made your feet walk faster, the noise of the door filling his bedroom as you opened it hastily.

Jimin, with his arms crossed, was glaring at the black box that settled quietly on the coffee table. His back against the wall near the only window of his apartment as his mind runs on thoughts you wanted to pry open. He was deep in thought, he never even acknowledged your sudden appearance.

His expression didn't falter once his eyes met yours and you took a step back at how menacing he looked. He must’ve realized this for his eyes softened and gave you a reassuring smile. You know Jimin wouldn’t hurt you so you returned his smile and approached him with slow steps.

“How are you?” Were the first words he spoke, filled with worry as his warm brown eyes land on every inch of you. His fingers softly brushed away the stray hair and you felt your cheeks go warm.

“The pain is gone.” You answered him, as you looked away from him, noting how close you two have gotten. Your eyes landed on the black box and you wasted no time approaching it next.

You heard Jimin huff as he followed you, both of you ending up sitting at his sofa.

“This was what they wanted,” You whispered, “I have no idea what it is.”

Jimin remained silent at your side, not expecting him to say anything about it either. You know that he knows as much as you do and he just saved you from a bizarre albeit scary situation and now you have no idea what to do or what your father even meant.

“I need to contact my father.”

“I don’t think that would be helpful.” Jimin’s words felt like knives against metal.

“Why?”

Jimin grabbed his laptop and showed you a morning article with your father’s picture along with the bold letters ‘missing’ standing out among the rest of the words of the headline.

Your heart dropped at the pit of your stomach and your breathing grew shallow. Jimin’s warm hand encased your wrist, the action quickly calming you down. You closed your eyes as you felt the weight on your shoulder getting heavier by the minute and once you had calmed he slowly, reluctantly let go, a bit too soon for your liking.

“Your home is surrounded by countless journalists trying to get something for them to write about.” Jimin stated, smiling mirthlessly, you felt a headache coming by the onslaught of the aftermath of last night’s events.

You didn’t expect that they would be that quick but the media has always been surrounding your lives so you shouldn’t be surprised.

You remembered the bypassed androids and fear coursed through you like poison, slowly killing you.

“He was last seen at his,” Jimin paused as he blinked rapidly. He seemed uncomfortable, “Workplace.”

The black box shined catching your attention but before you could get your hands on it, Jimin caught your wrist and stopped you. He gulped and your eyebrows furrowed at his display of apprehension.

It made you wonder if Jimin knew what was going on but before you could ask him, the warmth of his fingers seeped through you, the black box vibrated and beeped loudly making you both jump apart. Jimin’s arm was already outstretched in front of you as his dark eyes glared at it.

The sleek surfaces glowed in symbols you didn't understand until it wrapped into a series of words that you had read once before back when you were 6 years old.

Bio-Weapon Project BTS: JK 06130901

The bold words made your body cold but the pieces were slowly coming together. You were so engrossed with the box that you didn’t notice Jimin stiffened from where he stood. His fist balled so tight he could feel the nails digging through his palms. This time your best friend didn't stop you from getting the box, his observant eyes glimmering with a thousand of emotions as he stared at your wonderstruck expression.

So you had met one of them before. He thought. It wasn’t hard to tell from your expression, he was a master of emotions after all. The revelation made him want to punch a wall.

The familiarity that shined through your eyes, the emotions emanating from you. He knows you have seen it before and your words only confirmed it.

“I know-” You gulped, “ I know this.”

If the floor wasn’t holding him up, he would’ve fell but the worst of it all was how it felt like he just did; Bone crushing.

His past has now come back and caught up to him but what did he expect from growing close to the daughter of his maker?

After all, he only befriended you so that he could kill you but when he failed to do so, when he grew close to you, he knew that the past he tried to get away from would come back and bite him and for you he would let it.

Failing to kill you was the best mistake he ever made and now he could only protect you from the truth of his world that was slowly getting you involved. He would die for you. If that's the only way for him to repent for how he even thought of killing you then so be it.

“What is it?” He asked and your eyes met his and he felt that bone crushing guilt take over once again.

“Jimin?” You didn’t answer his question, instead you looked at him, your eyes filled with worry over him. He didn’t deserve it for he was a liar and a killer and he almost killed you. “Are you okay?”

He reveled on your touch, on how you can calm him down without the use of any abilities like his.

What did he even look like at the moment? He was sure his façade had crumbled. He knew it was crumbling ever since he laid eyes on that stupid box. Damn your father for involving you on this. Damn your father for keeping you in the dark then throwing you on the hellfire just like that.

Like he didn't care about you at all.

“I’m fine.” You were so close he couldn’t focus.

You hear a whirring noise coming from the box, its letters jumbling to form another set of words but before you could read it, Jimin had slapped the thing away from your hand and he groaned in pain as he clutched his head.

The pain was overwhelming and he was slowly losing consciousness, memories flash like a highlight reel from a show and then he felt the ground, your voice distant as you scream out his name.

::before::

Jimin hated them.

Hated the people that did this to him and yet he does their bidding like a loyal dog. As blood coated his fingers, his face remained stoic and yet he felt different.

He is aware.

It is in his knowledge that being aware of what was happening means something is wrong with him but why did it feel like it isn’t wrong, that this is what he’s supposed to feel.

He is supposed to feel human.

Is he human? He remembers clearly that the people that made him, them, had referred to them as Bio weapons.

Weapon.

He is a weapon. Which means he is meant to kill, to be used as a killing machine. That was his only purpose.

The concept of freedom shouldn’t override his system, override the things he was meant to do and yet it has. He flexed his bloody fingers as if he was now only in control of them.

Has he been corrupted? Is he broken?

Nonetheless, he feels. And for the first time it wasn’t the emotions of his target, it was his own.

That should be the first warning.

His eyes moved from his bloody fingers to the body of the person that he had just killed, just an inch away from his boots. He can still feel the warmth of it as it slips away, the stench of blood overwhelming him for the first time.

He looked away from his successful kill, eyes catching at the photo frame on the victim’s desk.

A feeling of something unfamiliar has once again made his chest constrict.

Ignoring Namjoon’s voice that has been constantly calling his attention, he picked up the frame.

The man he had just killed started right back at him but instead of a fear stricken expression, the victim was smiling in the photo, something Jimin can’t imagine the victim would even be wearing since all he saw him express right before he died was fear. Eyes wide, filled with tears and begging for his life; body trembling with fear.

Fear of him.

Embracing the man was a woman and a child.

‘This must be his family.’ Jimin thought, a heavy feeling weighed down on him and he could finally name what it was.

“Namjoon.” Jimin finally answered his superior with a whisper of the leader’s true name.

“Finally,” Namjoon said but before the leader could speak, Jimin let his thoughts be spoken.

“Who did we just eliminate?”

Namjoon ignored the emotion that was accompanying Jimin’s words.

“According to our data, he is an informant that had been selling-“

“He has a family.”

“That information isn’t vital to our mission.” Namjoon stated and Jimin wondered if he sounded as unfeeling as Namjoon before he had been overridden. The thought made him uncomfortable, gripping the frame tighter. The glass cracked under his fingertips as Namjoon continued with a firm command that Jimin had no intention to follow through.

“Meet us in the courtyard in a few minutes.”

He ignored the leader’s words and instead put the frame down with shaky hands.

With no hesitation, he picked the letter opener that was laying on the desk. He knew where he needed to cut for them to not locate him anymore.

He didn’t want to be used as a weapon anymore. He knows he is not and he won’t be anymore.

He is human and for the first time, he is aware that he is. Whoever made him this way is as monstrous as he is, if not, even more.

For the first time since he had gained consciousness, he let one emotion fill his being. It was so hot it felt like it would make him explode but not before it catches his maker and burns him with it. He would make sure to do so.

::present::

Jimin was heavy.

As light as he looked when he danced, after hauling his unconscious form all the way to his couch, he is all muscle. Muscle that is slowly crushing you if you don’t get him to the couch. It’s a good thing and a sight for sore eyes but not for you at this moment.

You huffed as you placed him down and felt every energy drain from your body as your eyes landed on his form. It wasn’t the first time you had seen Jimin overworked. He’s the most passionate person you had ever met but this was all too different, all too overwhelming. What if he knows something?

Is everything connected? He was acting a bit odd but you didn't want to think that way. He’s your best friend, you’ve known him for years and you know he would never hide anything from you.

You’re overthinking again.

“You look awful.” You hear a light croak below you and you see Jimin peering at your troubled expression. You must ‘ve looked like hell, you were chewing your nails and your hair is in disarray but as if he was in a better condition after that whole fiasco.

“I could say the same to you.” You whisper, words heavy. There was no teasing tone present anymore. You just felt tired.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin says, closing his eyes tightly as if he was still in pain, “I was just exhausted along with everything that has happened I guess.”

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this.” You said it sincerely, ignoring his lie. Jimin looked away as he tried to get up.

“No. Don’t be sorry.” Jimin groaned as he sat up. You sat down beside him and brushed the hair away from his forehead. The action made his lips quirk up, enjoying your little touches.

At least he looks okay now.

“I will always be here to help you. “ His eyes were intense, you had to back away a bit.

“Then I need to borrow your car.”

“Okay?” Jimin agreed, his eyebrows raising.

You sighed out in relief but his next set of words stopped you from grabbing your things so you could leave at once.

“But I’m coming with you.” Jimin states, standing up as he stretches. The event of him fainting brushed away for later.

“Jimin, you've helped enough.” You grabbed his forearm, trying to stop him from walking away.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Yes and by giving me your car you have offered to help me. You don’t need to be involved with this than you already have.

“I think I need to.” Jimin says as he stares at the box, eyes glazing as if he was a million miles away.

“No you don’t. If anything happens I don't want you to be caught up in it.”

The irony made Jimin frustrated. If only he could use his more intense powers on you but he knows he wouldn’t. He could never do that to you.

“If anything bad happens I wouldn't let it because I’d be with you.” He argues, smiling sarcastically as he tries to go around you.

“Why are you so stubborn?” You blocked his path, crossing your arms.

“Why are YOU so stubborn?” He stressed out and pointed at you, “Just let me help you. Please.”

You're going to regret this and if anything bad happens to Jimin it would kill you but you know that without him, you would probably be dead already. So you nodded your head and smiled when he did. He seemed to be happy with this a little too much.

“So where do we need to go?”

“The family’s lodge. It’s a 3 hour drive from here.”

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lilprincegoo · 3 years ago

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I Couldn't Whisper (when you needed it shouted) by nunu_noodles

yoongi/jungkook

Soulmate AU, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Android AU, Future AU, some sad feels, Human/Android racism, Sweet hopeful Jeongguk, World weary Yoongi

35.9k words

rating: M

“So weird,” Jieun continues, “I could’ve sworn you were a droid" He smiles and nods, keeps the smile on his face right up until he exits the small shop, shivering as the chilled spring air rips through his wet trousers. Eyes his brand new soul mate mark in terror. “But I am a droid,” He whispers to no one, confused. A solitary person standing alone in the surge of the city’s streets. People ebb and flow around him like an endless tide, oblivious to his inner turmoil. Droids are machines, and that means they can’t have soulmates. Right?

#ship: yoonkook #au: future #au: androids #au: sci fi #au: soulmates #angst #android jungkook #android x human #falling in love #past trauma #jungkook ship #yoongi ship #ao3 #bts fic rec #bts ficrec

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bts-fic-collection · 4 years ago

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Hi. First I wanted to say thank you for all the hard work you do for us and that I very much appreciate the effort. I was hoping you might be able to rec some new long found family fics focused on Jimin? Doesn't have to be a romantic ship. I just want some really good h/c. I could really use the comfort rn

Sure thing! I hope you're doing okay, anon! :)

willow by KimchiNoona

Rating: M

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 54,007

Summary: Chased from his home for the horns atop his head, Jungkook is left injured, friendless and without a home.

Fate brings him to the door of one Park Jimin, a witch who has dedicated his life to providing a safe place for those who need it. On the surface, he’s everything a lost Jungkook longs for.

Underneath is a different story.

Shifting the Tides by Kechana

Rating: M

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 24,594

Summary: Jeongguk had heard the stories as a child. Tales about mythical creatures living underwater, luring innocent sailors into doom with their beauty. But Jeongguk is all grown up now and doesn’t believe in fairy tales anymore. And a treasure big enough to last for the rest of his life is just what he thinks he could need. A tempting thought for the pirate captain, who’s haunted by the demons of his past and feels like the sea has abandoned him. But when the treasure is neither gold nor diamonds, but a real mermaid, Jeongguk's life takes an unexpected turn.

The rhythm of the synthetic by magickoo

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Incomplete (Updated 9 Dec 21)

Word count; 40,777

Summary: The world has evolved to its biggest technological phase, where certain people try to rule over nature and over humanity itself, destroying life and creating a new one at the same time...

Fearful of losing his own humanity, Jungkook runs away from the most powerful bionic company without knowing how many problems that's going to bring... And leaving Jimin behind, exposing him to Jungkook's cruelest fear: losing Jimin in the grip of technology.

Or: almost scientist Jungkook and a robotic Jimin going through lots of angst until they can be saved and in love again.

Geumjeong Villa: The Place We Call Home by hazelmoonchild

Rating: M

Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin

Status: Incomplete (Updated 8 jan 22)

Word count: 174,147

Summary: At the foot of the Geumjeong mountain, there’s a small villa surrounded by nature where the air is clean and the skies are blue. Its traditional hanoks make this guesthouse a little paradise in Busan that is said to be able to heal people’s minds and bodies from the hectic pace of city life. The owners, the Park family, have lived there for generations, and Jimin’s parents have been running this guesthouse for years.

Life can seem quite frenetic due to the many strangers that stay with them only to leave a few days later, but it’s normal for Jimin and his family. There’s a monotony to the coming and going of guests. However, this monotony is broken the moment Min Yoongi, a reserved boy with mint hair and a penchant for wearing jackets even in summer, rents one of their rooms.

(A guesthouse au where Park Jimin’s whole world turns upside down the moment the aloof Min Yoongi makes an appearance).

#ask #jikook #yoonmin #jungkook #jimin #yoongi #found family #fantasy au #pirate au #mermaid au #cyberpunk au #android au #hurt/comfort #Rating: M #Rating: E

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damnpond · 5 years ago

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BTS X DBH!AU: YG800 – an advanced model in the CyberLife line; an Android-detective designed specifically to help law enforcement agencies. [deviant hunter.]

p.s. kimminjoon is my deviantart name : D

#bts #btsedit #btssuga #btsminyoongi #minyoongi #suga #yoongi #yoongiedit #sugaedit #photoedit #dbh #dbhedit #detroitbecomehumab #detroitbecomehumanedit #btsxdetroitbecomehuman #btsxdbha #dbh au #bts au #android ads block

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ofpenrose · 6 years ago

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jungkook is an old android, by now out of production. some people don't like that, and they mistreat him– but dr. min is always there to make sure jungkook knows he's worthy of being alive, just like anybody else.

and maybe, just maybe, jungkook and yoongi might share a lot more than what jungkook thinks.

#bangtan sonyeondan #comic #yoonkook #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #android au #digital

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yoonkooklibrary · 6 years ago

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Can you please help me find this fic where jungkook is an Android and yoongi is a policeman? They’re soulmates but yoongi doesn’t like androids. Thank you!

i think this is it

I Couldn’t Whisper (when you needed it shouted) by nunu_noodles (1/1 | M | 35927)

“So weird,” Jieun continues, “I could’ve sworn you were a droid"He smiles and nods, keeps the smile on his face right up until he exits the small shop, shivering as the chilled spring air rips through his wet trousers.Eyes his brand new soul mate mark in terror.“But I am a droid,” He whispers to no one, confused. A solitary person standing alone in the surge of the city’s streets. People ebb and flow around him like an endless tide, oblivious to his inner turmoil.Droids are machines, and that means they can’t have soulmates.Right?

#yoonkook #answered #jungkook #yoongi #suga #jeongguk #sugakookie #Anon #rated m #soulmate au #android #au #fantasy au #bullying tw #under 50k #Admin Kyoko

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sugar-petals · 7 years ago

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; electric lovers [m] — part 1

An epidemic breaks out. The world is plunged into chaos. One giant corporation seizes its chance and puts you into quarantine, promising to heal the symptoms you begin to show. Just before you agree to undergo the crucial surgery, an android named Taehyung reveals the truth about the illness to you. A truth that makes you want to escape with him.

pairings: tae x reader ft. yoongi & jk

genre: dystopian au | sci-fi, smut (poly), action, angst

words: 4.1k

warnings ⚠️ torture, mentions of vomit, abduction, nobody dies, it’s just a glorious foursome wait for it, swearing

a/n: This one’s heavy on the worldbuilding. If something is unclear at first, stick around, terms explain themselves in the course of the plot 👍 [edit btw: this was written two years before the pandemic, it doesn’t have anything to do with corona.]

“Unit A. The virus will break down your body in the next two cycles.

Three at best. We can still transfer you past the Source Gate. But if you survive, you must stay there.”

“I can’t come back?”

“You can’t.”

“What are the odds, officer?”

“Six out of ten. It’s up to you.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“Unit T will arrive to pick you up after the first term.”

Half a mile away in a sterile cubicle sits the officer who presses a button. The speaker ceases to drone above your head. Click. End of conversation. Eventually, the glass cage no longer vibrates from the noise.

You’re here in confines. Hanging from the ceiling at a 45 feet chain. The itch of your skin is unbearable by now, but there’s no way to reach it. Two androids clad in layers of protective silver came to strap your hands to either side of the glass box, loose enough to reach for food but tight enough not to do any scratching. That was about seven cycles ago.

The glass is carbon-enforced, unbreakable no matter how hard you would pull. All cameras would alert the doctors anyways. You tried it once — and never again.

The only thing they said would be an option was anesthesia using radioactive exposure. Prolonged, not just a cycle or two. The sole method able to work at the distance your illness required at this stage. That’s why they put you in the air where vertigo, claustrophobia, and buckets full of vomit became the daily business.

You could be glad that there was an oxygen pipe attached just above you, and a stack of artificial bread in the corner. It’s already dry to chew on. But at least the air is not stuffy.

Around the second term before sleeping, you got an announcement and then a gush of fresh water through the pipe right behind the oxygen supply. Now the clock outside the cage indicates the end of term five. It used to be time for rest during the last cycles you spent in the facility. Lights out. But today, you will exit the Cryptodome headquarters at last.

And see Unit T to take you to the Gate.

The officer did not reveal that this would be your last cycle in the cage until this very moment.

They did not tell you that the chain could move so fast either. It rattles first, shaking the cage from its usual dangles into a state of jolting, leaving all the bread scattered. You didn’t manage to shove it back into its box earlier. All pipes for oxygen, water, food, and waste disengage from the outside.

The clock snares to display the first term. Downward goes the cage. All the way into the dark tunnel you dreaded falling into since you woke up in these six transparent walls. For now, you are glad to hold onto the straps through this turbulence. The dome is large, and you’re its tiny pendulum.

All darkness lasts only a few heartbeats until the familiar glare of neon surrounds the cage. The adjacent streets appear as empty to your sensitive eyes. Seoul hasn’t changed. Both of the straps drop away when the entire construct touches the ground. Something unlocks.

The languid glass opens on the left side. You stuff some bread into your pockets, feeling the ache of both wrists hinder you. The fresh air does not soothe the itch of your skin as you had hoped. Neither does the taunting daylight that permeates the cage. But before you can get out to scratch, the boom of an ion engine disturbs the scene.

You already knew the establishment was maximum security. But this vehicle makes you forget all glass cage fusses, blaring clocks, all steel doors. What rolls around the corner is almost a tank. Well, almost. This is the Age of Cerium, with continents no longer being haunted by men’s wars. It’s just the virus that’s causing problems here up north.

So the behemoth that stops close before the cage is not a battle machine per se. The plates encapsulating the front like shields appear fairly luminous, in fact. The entire machine produces an uproar even when standing. Wheels emit blinding lights. They somewhat match the bleeding red neon of the Cryptodome. You’ve heard of what this is.

It’s a black Voltage 6 model, made by Watt Enterprises. Used to transport prisoners in the Wire Boroughs where everyone calls it Volt for short. Even if the itching numbs most memory, you recall the small distillery there. Beloved Boroughs. But it feels frugal compared to who exits the vehicle.

Unit T, sent from the Hills. Designed to perfection. Immune, platinum cumulation of all beauty. No feature is disparate in his symmetry. An android constructed to last forever in his flaxen technological glory. The daylight renders him the brightest thing you’ve seen in the last terms since they brought you here. The way he moves, smooth and without seeming error.

You’re just a human with two cycles left, taken from a home far away. Stuck in filthy medical clothing that closely resembles jail attire. A descendant of the Creator, but long surpassed and orphaned. Not a match for this Unit. Merely a patient. Barely living.

The more you gaze at him, the more unimportant your fate is, but there’s a realization. You could have never reached this status and roamed free. That becomes more and more lucid with every breath. But there’s no time to think about it further.

He already steps closer on light feet, hands opening to greet.

The alloy of gold rotates clockwise in his eyes. And then, he speaks with subtle metallic depth.

“I’m Unit T. But I prefer Taehyung when I drive a patient.”

“Unit A. Thank you for the convoy.”

“You’ll be there in no time. Let’s go.”

He smiles, disclosing a uniform row of teeth that’s fortified with carbon. The backdoor pops open at the click of his tongue.

You expected an automatized version of an officer. But Taehyung sounds friendly. He makes it sound too easy. But you have to get to the Source Gate.

At a beckon, you follow his steps inside the Volt with no words.

Right away, you tip over a box of paraphernalia. There are old conductors and plugs inside. Sparking, blade, and bridging plugs, it seems.

A vintage item.

In about the most advanced convoy vehicle on the market. Taehyung bends to sort back the mess fast with magnetic fingertips.

“Your new life has even more cables than that if you make it.”

He guides you to the front seat behind a giant instrument board, then puts the box aside. The automatic belt clicks into its place above your thighs, also locking your hands tight at hip level.

“I collect these,” says Taehyung with a hint of nostalgia when he enables a blue starter to set off. The instrument board responds glowing. “Do you want to drink a bit?”

You’re nodding.

He guides a bottle to your mouth. It seems to resemble what you’ve seen in an Age of Iridium museum isle. The bottle is filled with a plain oxidized emulsion that tastes like nothing. The material feels really odd at your lips, too. It’s really not an object out of this decade. You keep on taking sips, careful not to irritate your sore throat again.

So there he is, next to you. Making your drink at least something better than they supplied the cage with.

A handsome T Unit with a retro schtick.

Maybe a distraction from the itch, if that is possible at this point. Most of the pain centers at your neck and thighs already and won’t move. It keeps on seeping in deeper like acid.

Taehyung screws the bottle shut again after half of it is empty.

“You want to be close to humankind? No other robot would collect this.”

“I associate with them often. It does rub off. I get patients every fourteen cycles or so.”

“The name?”

“Yes. That, too. ‘Taehyung’ was given to me like a title. From a human who had the dermal virus for terms on end. Excruciating. Jeon Jungkook. His infection was one of a kind, needed special treatment.”

“Did he make it?”

“Yes. He found happiness past the Gate. The transformation went well, I heard.”

“What category does he belong to now?”

“Cyborg Category H. Health sector. What will you choose?”

Taehyung first attends to the screen in front of him to tap several yellow fields, then opens his belt to stand up.

“I apply for Category C,” you nod back feeling your own belt retract. The Volt is synced with the lane and at maximum speed. Taehyung doesn’t have to steer anymore.

“Chemistry! I knew you were the type. This will work out, let’s go have a seat. I prepared something. We have a few terms to relax now.”

The back of the vehicle is plain, only adorned with another vintage item that Taehyung brought with him. It’s a green jukebox. A better surprise than the twenty cameras in the dome who got just about every angle of you.

He feeds it a coin to cue a tune you’ve never heard before. They didn’t show audio samples at the museum. Maybe it’s what they called ‘pop’. You sit down on one of the hovering seats feeling like your skin could fall off any second. Keep it together. Just a bit longer. This will work out.

“I’m Robot Category R,” Taehyung pours you something else now from a vitamin carafe. “I do healing as well, which is why I’m here.”

No surprise he makes an impression of leisure. Category R, that’s recreation. Might as well enjoy while it lasts. Your glass fills to the brim.

You’re just a moribund resource anyways. Either decomposing in a ditch, maybe down in some mass grave before the Gate in one cycle. Or paralyzed through surgery from the rib cage downward and altered to live as a machine.

Taehyung smiles. You accept the liquid and chug down the majority of it. After two blinks or so, a feeling of ease tamps down on your back and legs.

“It suppresses the symptoms for as long as it’s going through your body,” he stores back the carafe, then goes to the jukebox with another coin. It plays something upbeat. Outside, the first trees from the Light Forest come into sight. It’s the only glimpse of nature so far. You try to scratch off the last pains from your forearms, but Taehyung comes to hold you by the hands.

“Hey. Don’t do that. You can’t show up at the Source Gate in bruises and scabs. The transformation requires your skin to be intact.”

Before you can answer, a speaker reverberates from the instrument panel.

“The patrol needs confirmation,” Taehyung slips away to operate the screen again.

“Unit T? How is the patient, everything on schedule?” an officer’s voice cracks from the speaker.

“Code eight, everything on schedule.”

“Next patrol will conduct a physical check. Thank you.”

The speaker falls silent, all colors fade from the screen. So that was meant by confirmation. And you learned more than that. All of this has a more intricate plan than it seems. Including a physical check. That patrol guard can choke in a puddle of your vomit.

Taehyung returns appeasing you with another pour from the vitamin carafe. He swiped his hair back while fumbling with the screen. It’s not that he doesn’t feel your frustration, too. The anxiety. But worrying is not an android’s job.

“It’s probably another Category R Unit who will make a brief examination there. There’s no pain involved. And I won’t leave you.”

He does sound hopeful. The pop jukebox keeps on jingling, uncaring of the looming future behind his words. At some point, he will leave. The transformation process didn’t sound particularly convenient either in the words of the officer.

But that’s how the world always works. Only lesser evils. No salvation. But that doesn’t mean you can’t and won’t pull through. If there are more cycles behind the Gate for you to live, then you will experience them for the sake of your mother’s wish alone.

Once the vitamin liquid starts to runs out, it seems that your skin has calmed down. The sting alleviates, at least around the neck. You feel elated enough to be sarcastic.

“Those are the last days and I’m drinking juice,“ you raise the liquid anew with a laugh. “So, cheers!”

Down with the last milliliters. Seoul can kiss your ass. There’s another chance at life out there.

Taehyung’s eyes flicker.

He starts to spill syllables, lower lip loose. You set aside the empty glass. It’s something you’ve never heard. But he keeps on repeating them.

“Ke— hwa— xi— zhi—”

The metallic sound of his voice goes into a crescendo.

“Taehyung!”

“Zha— geo— bhe— itda—”

The light of his body shuts down at the words, then flares up in a split second. He falls backward, scattering plugs. Shit.

The jukebox runs out of music.

You go to grab him by the shoulders. No reaction. Then, his complexion contorts two times before going back to normal. One blink. Two blinks. Taehyung rises at the aid of your arms. He’s exasperated now. All former smiles are gone.

“You, you said the reset password!”

“What?”

“These are the last days! You said the words that reset the Code 8 programme,” he trembles back to full posture. “We have to get out of here, Unit A. They made the virus themselves to capture patients. Past the Gate... the transformation will make you their slave. I am, too.”

“It was a lie?”

“They need people to create the cyborgs. The quarantine was a smokescreen, but they needed it. That’s why your symptoms came out of nowhere and they arrived at your home fast to cage you. To monitor if you’re suitable—”

“So they kidnapped me!”

“They did something similar to engage me here. But cyborg soldiers did it. For my own good, the safety of the people like they told you, too.”

“Where do we go? The patrol comes up in four terms, and the Gate...!”

“I will steer towards the Light Forest,” Taehyung operates the screen to desync from the road. “The frequency is too high to detect the Voltage.”

In the back, plugs keep scattering at the turn. The war was never over. The Source has a reason why it’s called that way. It’s a source for more soldiers. Cyborg Categories A-Z are nothing but special forces.

And one of them appears to have spotted you. Shots start to drum against the Volt from the outside. The patrol must have changed its guard point, there’s no other explanation. The plate shields barely pose any resistance to the perforating blows. And they seem to have no end. The Volt 6 refuses to let Taehyung open the weapon section on the screen.

That’s what happens when you don’t stop for a physical check.

You do keep driving, but Taehyung has problems steering and shutting the ion frequency off.

“They gave me the vehicle just this morning, I have no access to the databank help without Code 8 either!” he fumbles at the buttons hesitating to push any of them. You gaze across the board trying to keep your mind straight.

The distillery. An image you will never forget. Those were the early days in the debauched and smog-ridden Borough. The other kids ridiculed how you spend more time with machines than people. But now they wouldn’t. You know that it’s always the green button for power down.

The screen is not responsive to your touch, so you show Taehyung where to push. The Volt turns more with an ache through its shields, then clatters into the brightness of the Light Forest entrance at the left side of the road.

Something strikes the trunk, hard. And stops you after passing the first neon trees. It’s not too late to exit the damaged car and run. The Light Forest is even more blinding to your eyes, but following Taehyung’s platinum shine helps you stay on track. After a few meters and adjusting to the neon trees, you dare to gaze back to whatever attacked you.

It’s a Cyborg soldier.

Dark-haired, stalwart in posture. Entirely covered with a large chrome armor unlike the soft aluminum of Taehyung’s surface. His ammunition appears to be used up, so he proceeds with an ion spear behind you. More light trees pass, you’re just slower on foot. It’s agonizing.

Too many cycles have weakened your legs in the cage, alongside with the pain. Each step is torture relived. The soldier is faster, barking at you once the bolts of his spear could reach both of you.

“Units, stop on the spot!”

And Taehyung does so. You stumble toward him, land in the dirt of the forest. Crumbs spread everywhere when bread falls out of your pockets.

The soldier closes the distance with mechanic steps. His eyes are dead.

Taehyung scrambles to look at him and seems to notice something. Then you understand.

“It’s him, Jungkook!” he cries, “Jungkook! It’s me, Taehyung! Unit T!”

The soldier doesn’t change his pace. He marches forward staring with the spear in a horizontal position. He took down the Volt with it. This is the Cryptodome’s most powerful firearm, you’ve seen the officers wield it. He activates it by a small turn at the top part, making it gleam in white. The forest air becomes charged.

You shout.

“These are, these are the last days—”

And he collapses with a large clattering noise. The air loses its charge. You both scurry to check up on him.

Unconscious. His armor deflates back to normal mode.

Taehyung holds his face.

“Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook!”

The soldier begins to reboot for moments with his body jerking, then regaining a different sense. He sits up, eyes softening. He’s smaller than you thought up close.

“What, Tae what is this,” he turns, then blinks at Taehyung. It’s not the soldier anymore.

You shrink his ion spear and deposit the remaining hand-sized bit in your soiled jacket. Watt Enterprises did a whack job building a sturdy model 6, but this arm would’ve killed you in five seconds.

Meanwhile, Taehyung updates Jungkook on the recent course of events. Before they get too agitated, you remind Taeyhung that they cannot linger for too long.

You both drag Jungkook to the withered patrol station across the lane. It’s fully equipped, but there’s nobody else. Taehyung attends to Jungkook in the back of the grey Volt 4 parked at the ion watchtower.

After Jungkook gives you a tablet of descriptions, you’ve got somewhat of a grasp on the screen and get the vehicle going without a Code. Blue starter, same operating system. Syncing: disabled. Taehyung says he knows a contact person to go to.

The Volt 4 passes his discarded twin at the forest, then speeds toward the Light Ally going in the opposite direction. The Volt 6 will be a good false trail. Maybe the first patrol is already on their way since Jungkook did not do a confirmation to send to the headquarters.

“My skin will act up soon,” you glance back at Taehyung, “is their virus actually fatal or just a hoax like the caging?”

“It is fatal,” Taehyung says, husky now. “But maybe Jungkook can help. It’s the best coincidence we met.”

“I’ll try. They did educate me in health for the first 300 terms. Then it changed when I thought I was safe.”

“They used the same programme on me. Can you help her? Category H has the special compound built in.”

“If my teeth are still intact after the password shutdown, I try.”

“Teeth?”

“Like this, I need to open the artery,” Jungkook bites down on his right forearm to crack the skin, revealing an artificial surface. You understand. At a second bite, it ruptures to let out a secretion. “Quick, try to gather as much as possible.”

Taehyung takes the driver’s seat now, steering the Volt through the darkening lane. It’s going back to the Hills.

Jungkook’s forearm is sturdy and pulsates loud against your tongue while drinking. It’s hard to take it all in because it comes out in silver gushes. You lap it up, suck, gather more. It resembles the vitamin liquid, but its consistency is much oilier.

More and more squirts out to swallow, and Jungkook grits his teeth. He taps the nape of your neck when the oil runs out with less pressure.

“It should be enough,” he ionizes the spot after you retreat, closing the material. “It will soak up and neutralize the virus for the most part. If Taehyung gave you vitamins beforehand, it’ll use that up, too. It actually helps as a catalyst. Your digestive system will stay still for a dozen terms.”

It already kind of does because of the bread diet you had to put up with in the Cryptodome. But your skin is a lot calmer at least, just tingling. Much like the aftertaste that is slightly bitter, but Jungkook’s beaming nod at you does ease it.

Just a last step is left, he says. The contact person has the necessary tools to complete the healing process. You still feel like throwing up, but most of the thigh pain is gone.

The special compound, you figure, is a less dangerous derivate of Cerium. It’s something that the surgeons behind the gate would have injected your body with as well, it’s just that Category C is generally stocked up with more chemicals than just that. Probably not for scientific, but military purposes after the 300 terms of deception are over.

“How long does it take for you to regenerate it? I’m sorry for taking so much.”

“Half a term, it’s nothing. You said the password, I couldn’t thank you more.”

“And you brought us together,” Taehyung soothes from the driver’s seat. “Jungkook and I. We have a lot of history. But that’s for later. He needs a bit of silence now, I think. Push the armrests down.”

“Oh. Of course. Here,” you set up your chair, making it whirr and fold out for Jungkook to lie down on it. Another shivering reboot begins. The Cerium rebuilds with a chortle from his shoulders where the main reservoirs seem to be.

Jungkook whispers another thank you when your fingers intertwine with his. They’re cold but tender. Taehyung comforts that his reboots won’t take too long, Cerium and its derivates build with ease.

He then begins to activate the speaker for a conversation half of which you don’t understand. You suspect he’s using a coded language.

The Hills are nothing like you imagined them to be. A broad, vaulted landscape glimmers with a platinum surface, harboring upper- and underground homes everywhere.

It takes fairly long to get to your destination. The Volt passes everything convex and concave until the outskirts come into sight. They’re beautiful to look at with their iridescent emerald lanes. You see the Gate towering in the far nebulous background, perhaps seeming closer than it is. Even the Cryptodome cannot compare with its height. You tell Taehyung it was a good idea to come here.

The headquarters would rather search the Wire Borough, the entire Light Forest, and all mountains than the last corner of the area closest to the Gate. Taehyung’s own home in the Hills is long vacant. The officers had accommodated him close to the cubicles. He hasn’t seen the outskirts for so many cycles, he lost count. But the destination Hill marked with number 968 he does find.

You park the Volt underground in a large garage filled with quizzical items. A broken oriental lamp, a globe, sculptures, tainted mirrors. Taehyung negates that they are from his collection. The contact person is even older than him, he says, with the same penchant for dated objects.

Jungkook deactivates the ion engine completely not to send any signals or frequencies, then leaves the garage with the two of you. The Hills are vibrant in the sunlight now.

A delicate silhouette shuffles out of the Hill’s vault. Black loose attire, black hair, and sandals that might as well have AGE OF IRIDIUM FAN CLUB written all over them. Another vintage nerd. It’s no surprise.

He nods at the sight of Taehyung’s bright grin and countless greeting phrases. Then comes toward you lopsided, dragging one leg after him. His voice is deep, sounding drudged when he addresses you.

“Clone, generation M. I worked as an undercover officer 1800 cycles ago, with Taehyung. We communicated through Code 1 earlier.”

Taehyung protests.

“Hey, you’re just Yoongi to us!”

“I didn’t forget,” the man hums, then turns to you again. “And your Unit is?”

“That’s, well. Unit A.”

Silence.

Yoongi’s jaw drops.

“Unit A!?”

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Part 2 linked in mlist.

Do not repost and/or translate.

Last commentary: This is intended to be the sci-fi counterpart of Jungkook in Sublime [M] where I wrote about government persecution as well, just in a fantasy context. Taehyung and Yoongi appear as side characters there, too. The plots are not related; you can read them as separate stories. There are just many parallel elements. Hope you enjoyed, leave a comment!

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viouez · 3 years ago

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Escort: Chapter One

Summary: Years after androids are destroyed for trying to rebel against humans, androids are hidden among them, hiding away from sight. Korea is covered in patrolling guards and disgusting humans who are all desperate to find themselves robots dressed as humans.

Genre: Android!AU

Pairings: Namjoon/reader, Namjoon/Taehyung, Taehyung/reader

Word Count: 1, 905

A/N: I completely rewrote this chapter. I will be deleting the other one, but, it’s because I liked this one more. I also just finished it, so editing is nonexistent. I will reread and edit at a later time. <3

If it hadn’t been for that damn deal, Namjoon would have run away from his fathers sight. Deep down though, he knew this was his best option for comfortable living. He needed the money and his family needed safety. He just hoped he was doing something good for his future.

Do-yoon’s Institute of Future Science. He feared stepping foot into the place, he couldn’t bear the thought of being face to face with his father again. The man almost ruined his life, he could go his entire life without seeing him and he would be okay with that. He didn’t think he would be forced to be here earlier than he planned, but his father had other ideas. He was only here to pick up his fathers part of the deal.

Slipping into the driver's seat, Namjoon glanced back at the android in the back seat. It seemed to be a fully functionable machine, only missing some wires and a usable voice box. The only thing Namjoon could worry about was the mental state the android would have been in when shut down. Would they wake and start to physically harm everyone around it? Or would it possibly be too far into being a machine?

Androids were built to not know what they were internally. They were supposed to be invincible but unknowing of it. This machine would have only known itself as human, if they were to wake it with that kind of mindset, he was unsure of how it would go. Changing the programming could take years, Namjoon only had a few weeks.

“Android 80119, I trust you. I want you to know that I trust you and hope that waking you up after so many years won't destroy your mainframe. To wake such a sought after war machine to be a full-time babysitter is going to be such a hard thing to explain to you.” Namjoon almost laughed at himself, realizing the machine would not know what he was saying to him.

Deciding it was time to head home and face the consequences of his actions, Namjoon glanced down at his phone with a hefty sigh.

Explaining the situation to the robot seemed hard, but, explaining it to his lovers? Impossible.

“Taehyung is leaving for school soon and I have to work to support all of us. I can’t leave her by herself. She’s not dealt with everything. It takes time to cope. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but I need you to do this for me. I’ll fix you up, I’ll do anything for you to do this for me.”

Namjoon understood he was talking to an empty shell, he just needed a way to get his nerves figured out. He needed to figure out his anxieties before forcing it onto the other two when he saw them.

“I need you to take care of her while we’re away. Just until one of us is able to return. After that, I don’t mind what you do. I can see if Taehyung can remove the LED so they won’t know you’re an android. I don’t care if you decide to run away or disappear from our lives, I just need time.”

He was now making promises he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep. He had no idea if either him or Taehyung would come back to the farmhouse. He wasn’t even sure if Taehyung could remove the LED light without causing damage. He was sure that if he had more time, they could have a real plan ready.

It only took him twenty minutes with the android to think about how large of a reaction his lovers might have. He could let Taehyung know before he gets there, or make it where he knows there is a big situation about to happen within the group.

Pulling his cellphone from his pocket, he dialed his lover's number. This wouldn’t be a horrible call, no, he would make sure it was calm and collected, so they had no reason to worry about anything. He just needed to have Taehyung ready to help him out.

“Joonie!” the girl gasped, having answered the other man's phone.

“Hi baby, is Taehyung around?” Namjoon questioned, trying to not sound rude.

“He found kittens in the barn, he’s giving them baths right now, can we keep ‘em?”

“I suppose we’ll have to take a look at them and decide on the verdict when I get home, sweetheart. Can you let Tae know I need to talk to him when I get there? Thank you, I’ll be there shortly.”

As the call ended, the man only smiled, happy to hear their voice. It had been a while since he had heard them be so talkative. He missed it.

On the other side of the phone, y/n hurried to kneel next to a half wet Taehyung, eyes rolling over the kittens. Taehyung nudged her shoulder, laughing at her wide-eyed look.

“What did Joonie want?” He asked, going back to cleaning off the animals.

“Oh! He said he needed to talk to you about something when he got back. He didn’t seem mad or sad, he seemed like he was excited!” She nodded, shrugging her shoulders at the boy.

“Oh, do you think he’s got something for us? The last time this happened, he brought home a bunch of sweets for you, your favorites and more.”

“I sure hope he did! I can’t wait to tell him about the pond though, maybe he’ll be proud of me and let me have something special for dinner. Do you think he’ll be proud of me?”

Taehyung glanced over at the girl while he pulled the wet kittens from the bath, wrapping them in a warm towel. He was extremely proud of his lover for conquering one of her fears today, no doubt in his mind that Namjoon would also be proud.

He could only smile at the girl, thankful that she was trying her best to get through her trauma. He’d seen her push through it more the last month than he ever has. Something was going on, whether it be a good or bad thing, it was still happening.

“Here, take the kittens up to the room and get them dried up, okay? Just be gentle like you are with Joon and I’s hair. You’ll do great.” He smiled, handing her the two kittens, “be very careful.”

As she left the room, kissing on the kittens heads, Taehyung quickly picked up the bathroom before Namjoon got home. He wasn’t picky with messes, but he knew Namjoon also gets overwhelmed quite easily. That and it gave him a few moments with his lover before she got back; something was off with him.

Speaking of the man, he could hear the car rolling up into the driveway. Taehyung was pretty thankful they lived in a little farmhouse. It was easier to hear the other two and things around the house. It was also much safer for the trio as well. It was their safest option recently.

“Taehyung, I need you to bring something to the basement for me.” Namjoon called out when he entered the house, having said male hurry to help.

As Taehyung rounded the corner to help him, the boy froze in confusion. Oh, oh hell no, this was not a good sign. Did Taehyung’s lover truly surprise them with another person being brought into their home? Does he not remember the situation that happened when someone just took a wrong turn and showed up?

“Namjoon, I love you, a lot, but what were you thinking? Have you gone insane? We just got her working on stuff, why would you do this?” Taehyung started, motioning towards the android.

“It’s an android from my father's building. I told him.. I told him I would fix it up?” Namjoon tried, the lie seeping right into Taehyung's mind before he started pushing towards the basement, “I would very much like to hide this from her though, if you don’t mind.”

This was just cause for more confusion in Taehyung's mind. Why in the world would Namjoon offer his father any kind of help after what he's told them? This was the same father that Namjoon would have breakdowns over, the same father that caused marks and scars to litter the man's body. Why would he offer to help him?

Taehyung, knowing his lover enough to give his full trust, listened and did his best to help transport the android. He wasn’t mad at Namjoon for his decision, he was more confused and worried. Putting yourself back into your abuser's arms is something that seems more harmful than helpful.

Situating the android onto a chair, Namjoon and Taehyung step back to examine it. Nothing seemed to be wrong on the exterior, besides maybe a few cuts here and there, Namjoon could fix that in minutes. They might need to give the android a haircut, which shocked the both of them; Namjoon forgetting androids are able to grow artificial hair.

The shorter male turned towards Namjoon, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. He was dying to get an answer on what the fuck is happening to his lover. This was something completely random.

“Fuck, okay, fine, I told my father I would take over the business only if I was given all access to his materials and labs. As well as if he could keep somewhere specific safe.” Namjoon busted, letting out the truth he so desperately wanted to keep hidden; he was weak, “We need the money. We need safety. Hell, she needs safety. I couldn’t promise either of you that without this deal.”

“I don’t think you understand why I’m upset with you. Did you even stop and consider how this would make either of us feel? I’m going to school, that felt fine with her and I, knowing you would be here to watch after her. You’re telling me that instead of being here, you’re shipping yourself off with some asshole and leaving her here with what? A fucking robot? What if she has an issue with that? What if she freaks out? All progress we made would be gone, Namjoon. All of it.” Snapping at his lover, Taehyung shook his head at what he was hearing.

“I had no other choice, Tae. It was this or we would lose the house altogether. I was desperate and found a way to get us some help.”

The men stared each other down, not wanting to let the other win this argument. It was true, neither of them were alright with this option. Namjoon was the one to wait until it became a desperation thing, he had no desire to put their family into any danger. He was just as scared as Taehyung was.

“Joonie?” Y/n called out, messing with strands of her hair, “Are you down here? I saw the car and couldn’t find you.”

Dropping the conversation as a whole, Namjoon made his way to the bottom of the stairs with a large smile, “Hi there, lovebug, I apologize for not saying hi, Tae said you were busy getting some kittens ready for keeping?”

“We get to keep them? I need to tell Tae, he was so excited to get your opinion! Maybe he’ll let me name one”

“That sounds lovely, angel, let’s go get them for him.”

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