#junseo graduated

[mins-fins]

ghosting — kim taerae

there is absolutely nothing y/n can do to go back, all he has is the ghostly memories of his first love.

tags :: kim taerae x m!reader , fluff start angst end , simply reader's inner most thoughts , mentions of homophobia , but they still love(d) each other , just super depressing , readers family are assholes , except his brother , horribly depressing ending , spoiler alert: one of them dies

lee y/n's life is a horribly written story.

tragedy after tragedy, that's it. whenever a good thing was about to happen, the opportunity easily slipped out of hands and seemed to explode into pieces.

he could just never win.

while it's true, y/n did try to improve his life, it seems that he and bad luck were destined to be together. he hates how every time something amazing happens, something else would always ruin it.

there was practically nothing that could save him from this constant loop of suffering.

then kim taerae came into everything.

y/n and taerae weren't complete opposites, but their life situations definitely were. compared to y/n's unsupportive, work oriented parents, taerae had supportive parents who made time for him, y/n could only wish for such things.

he seemed to have come out of the blue, but y/n couldn't have been more grateful. where could he even begin with taerae? he's so pretty, sweet, well spoken, lovely, he was like an angel, y/n feels as if he can picture a halo above his head whenever he speaks.

in all honesty, anyone would fall in love with him, but y/n fell hard, so hard that he probably could have bruised his knees. it appeared obvious to everyone that the two had a thing, even to y/n's younger brother, junseo.

"my brother likes you" he told taerae once, and the older simply chuckled, shaking his head. he already had a hunch of what y/n was feeling, his feelings already reciprocated.

"does he now?" taerae questions, watching as the young boy giggles in excitement. his hands are placed behind his back, as he patiently waits for the little boys answer.

"yeah! he always talks about you!" junseo says. "he says your super pretty, and have pretty eyes, and have a pretty voice and that he thinks your super amazing and—"

"what are you two talking about?" y/n comes out of nowhere, handing junseo the ice cream he wanted. the younger lee smiles and quickly started devouring his treat, taerae chuckling at how cute he was.

"junseo was talking about how like me, apparently" taerae says way too honestly.

y/n choked on his ice cream, looking over at the older, who was now dying of laughter. he felt his face heat up despite how he was eating ice cream at that very moment.

what an awkward confession huh?

you can't begin to even figure out how nervous y/n was to meet taerae's parents. he was so nervous in fact that he was biting the inside of his cheeks, but taerae would reassure him that he was fine.

"what if your parents don't like me?"

"y/n, why would they not like you? i told them about you and they already like you, no worries".

taerae was not wrong.

at first, y/n thought his parents hated him, due to how silent they were, but then mrs. kim squealed and ran up to give him a hug. "ah! he's so cute, taerae! you weren't wrong!"

he felt the woman pinch his cheeks, stretching them out. "honey! look at taerae's boyfriend! i told you he was gonna be cute!"

"he truly is adorable!"

y/n listens to his partners parents shower him with compliments and fiddle with his face. he looked over at taerae behind him, who gave a thumbs up, mouthing a "told you so".

y/n found himself so in love, even with how against queer relationships his parents were, that didn't stop him, he was happier with taerae than he ever was with his parents, he found himself and junseo spending more time at taerae's house than their own home, his parents were much more supportive than their own.

everything was fine.

"what do you wanna do after graduation?" taerae asked, looking up at his boyfriend, who was playing with his hair, his hands then moved to his face, squishing his cheeks.

"hm.." y/n thought for a moment, cupping taerae's face as he giggles at how cute he looked. "i don't know, you said you wanna major in music, right?"

"yeah right".

y/n thought again, smiling. "i'll probably major in art".

"oh! i remember you told me! you never showed me that painting you made of me though.."

"someday love, someday" y/n responds, and taerae laughs at the pet name, he hates how flustered it makes him.

everything was good. finally, lee y/n's life had taken a turn for the better. he had an insanely loving boyfriend, was able to take care of his younger brother and maintain his studies, plus, taerae's parents were supportive, and didn't find his presence annoying at all.

but, of course, the key word in that sentence is was, because the lee would unfortunately find all of that crashing down in the span of one night. just one night.

"your seriously gonna go? it's late" y/n can vividly remember telling taerae that, but the older just shook his head and waved his hand dismissively.

"it'll be fine, y/n, it isn't that far" taerae reassured him, that familiar smile coming to his face, with his dimples on full display. "seriously, babe i'm gonna be fine".

taerae looked at his partners empty wrist, his mind suddenly going to something he forgot to mention to his boyfriend. "oh, before that, i have something to give you".

he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a bracelet he made for y/n, handing it to him. the lee freezes, not knowing how he could have responded to such a gift.

"taerae—"

"i spent a lot of time making it for you, see? it has moon charms, and your initials on it! junseo helped me too".

y/n let taerae put it on his wrist, not being able to focus clearly, he really couldn't focus, whenever this memory came back to him, he always remembered how there looked to be a universe in them.

"i hope you like it".

"i love it" he whispers, genuinely. he felt as if he was going to collapse, is that a taerae thing? having y/n think he was about to die? how ironic.

"anyway" taerae cleared his throat. "i should go now, it's late" he said, smiling once again at his partner.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" he said, and y/n curses at himself for saying that, for jinxing himself. why would he say that? he hates himself.

"yeah, i'll call you" taerae replied. he brought y/n's hand closer and placed a kissed his knuckles, causing for y/n's cheeks to heat up.

if present day y/n could talk to his past self, he would have convinced himself to continue talking, to stall, to be stubborn and hardheaded so that he could convince taerae to stay longer.

"you shouldn't have let him go lee y/n"

no matter how much y/n's thoughts tried to convince him that something was gonna go wrong, he couldn't listen, or rather, he didn't listen. what kind of an idiot is he?

of course there wouldn't be a happy ending, of course taerae didn't call him later, of course nothing went his way.

when would lee y/n's life ever be a good one? when would his story ever have a happy ending? what did he do so wrong in his past life that warranted for him to receive such a punishment?

he was right, so there is absolutely nothing that could stop his constant loop of suffering, no matter how hard he tries to change it, bad luck would always find a way to catch up to him.

taerae didn't deserve this, he should've been with someone else, someone who wouldn't have him end up with such fate. y/n could never get that thought off his mind, how he had practically ruined taerae's life.

he should've been wiser, he should've thought before he let taerae slip from his grasp so easily.

if he could go back, he would try to prevent such an event from happening, he'd rather be the one to suffer, not taerae, he didn't do anything wrong, yet he was the one who had to suffer.

as always, everything ended in tragedy, another thing to mess up something consistent.

lee y/n's life is a horribly written story.

and that horribly written story had an unfortunate ending.

AUTHORS NOTE — sooooo how's everyones day going so far? mine is going fine ^^

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Hello everyone! My name is DJ (she/her) & I’m so excited to bring my Junebug to life here. I am very flexible & would love to start a plot with any of you if you like this post or shoot me a message. Enjoy! 🐻

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PRE-DEBUT

Raised in Nami island.

His father bought land to build a small farm aside from their house when he was 3.

He raised chickens, cows, goats, cats, dogs, and even some ducks.

He started singing around the house when he was 5 and his parents urged him to participate in singing competitions as he grew up.

His family wasn’t wealthy by any means so he pushed himself to do well enough to win money during said competitions.

At the age of 11, he became interested in poetry and music and started piano lessons at the insistence of his mother.

By 14, he was known in Nami for his angelic voice and musical range.

Right before graduating high school, he promised himself (and his parents) that he’d go to college and worked hard to debut while still in his college studies.

DEBUT

He was scouted at a singing competition and appeared for an audition a week later at the age of 17.

He continued training up until he graduated high school and started taking some college courses online after debut.

Debuting at 18 was very labor intensive for June.

The dancer portion of idol life nearly killed him with it’s many late nights perfecting choreography and recording.

He had to put in more hours with choreography because he wasn’t very good at first.

The strict regiment for an idol was intimidating for him and he almost fell entirely behind.

It was hard for him to adjust to the other people of his group and constantly being in the spotlight (he only kinda likes the attention!!!)

Even though he is one of the youngest of his group, he still makes sure to look out for his members and uplift them.

He may look very low energy but when he’s feeling the vibe, he’s such a happy bouncy pill!

#infinite:intro #praying this is right #i followed in everyone else’s footsteps

[miniigcme]

hey! this post contains talks of sneaking out, alcohol, and underage drinking!

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… welcome, player! meet “bora”

꩜ ** . // personal info.

given name: yong bora

nicknames: wolfy, rain, rainbow, bora storm

ethnicity: korean

nationality: korean

languages: korean, english, japanese

birth date: june 19, 1995

zodiac: gemini

birth place: seoul, south korea

꩜ ** . // career info.

occupation: idol

management: peachy labels

group: minigame

years trained: 6

꩜ ** . // skill info.

position: leader, main rapper

instruments: piano

former activities: band, piano lessons

other talents: producing, flexibility

꩜ ** . // sns info.

instagram: @boraa.boo

twitter: @boraa.boo

꩜ ** . // background info.

parents: yong areum [mother], yong junseo [father]

siblings: yong eunji [sister 89’]

childhood: bora grew up in a nice house, her parents still own it, she went to school and has piano lessons weekly up until her teenage years, her older sister got much more attention then her but nonetheless her parents still gave her what she needed and spent some time with her.

adolescence: bora was a very ‘rebellious’ teenager, she snuck out a lot to hang out with boys and drunk alcohol often. by the time she graduated she was out of these habits and grown more mature.

currently: bora is a very fun person to be around, she is sweet and looks for the best in everyone and everything. she is a great leader for her group and her members love her, every once in a while when stressed she opens her window and drinks a beer, she hasn’t dated since high school and doesn’t plan on anything just yet.

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[vantaenims]

new year, new us | yoongi

pairing: producer!yoongi x reader

genre: exes au | fluff, angst

word count: 10.7k

warning/s: break up, alcohol consumption, misunderstandings, and profanity.

summary: New Year is all about new beginnings, may it be in life, career, or perhaps love but will that statement still remain true when Yoongi, your ex-boyfriend, shows up on the anniversary of your break up, asking you to give him another chance?

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taglist: @yzkyzkuniverse​ , @sheebaba​ , @loveyoongles​ , @litolightningorl​

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It’s New Year’s Eve and Namjoon decided to host a mini year-end party at his house with your group of friends from college whom you’ve not seen for months or years for some but despite all of the times missed, you must say that the bond between all of you remained exactly the same where you left it off.

Catching up is pretty much what you did all night but to make things more fun, one of your friends decided it’ll be a good idea to relive some old memories like playing one of your go-to drinking games back in college which is called the Titanic – it’s where you try to float an empty shot glass inside a cup full of beer and filled it with soju until it sinks. You used to be good at this but it looks like your skills had gone awry, leaving you to down a total of three full glasses of soju bomb in one go as the consequence for the loser.

To sum it all up, you currently found yourself splayed out in the middle of Namjoon’s bed while being completely shitfaced which you did not intend to do, not when there’s only an hour left before the new year comes but Namjoon suggested it’ll be good for you to get some shut eye considering you still have to drive yourself home and you need to sober up first if that’s the case.

“I’ll be back to get you some water”, Namjoon told you as he turned off the lights on his way out.

Rolling your body to the side, your eyes landed on Namjoon’s computer table where the dimly lit essential oil diffuser he had set up for you sits but it’s not what had mainly piqued your interest – it’s the picture frame beside it.

You lazily crawled at the side of the bed, stretching your upper half body as much as you can without leaving the bed whilst your hands desperately reached out towards the frame but gravity did it’s work and you’ve soon enough fallen off the bed and face-planted on the floor. 

Well, at least you were able to get it.

Grunting, you stood up instead and sat yourself back on the bed as you take a closer look at the frame in your hand but it’s quite hard to make out the picture in the dark, prompting you to tilt the frame towards the light from the diffuser and soon enough, a smile was etched on your face once you got a clear vision of it.

It’s a picture of your friend group taken from your college graduation four years ago – all of you were huddled up in a side by side embrace with pure ecstatic joy evident on your faces, just proud to achieve this milestone together with your so called dear friends and it sure is obvious how different everything was before.

Back then, Junseo was noticeably a bit shorter than Namjoon who in turn looks like an egg with his undercut and short choppy bangs, Hana was wearing her then big round eyeglasses, Mariko with her waist length hair and then beside her were you and Yoongi… looking pretty much in love with each other.

A lot has definitely changed.

You dropped the frame right beside you as you let yourself fall back towards the mattress, staring at the ceiling as the last events you had with Yoongi flashed right away in your mind no matter how undelightful that memory was but you can’t help but look back at it, specially when today marks the anniversary of the day when the two of you let your six year relationship go down the drain.

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“I like your hair”

You were poking and salvaging your salmon sashimi with your chopsticks out of boredom when a squeaky little voice distracted you, looking up to see that the voice belonged to a little girl dressed in a sparkly pink polka dot dress matched with a tiara on her head much exactly like a princess.

“Can i touch it?” the little fascinated girl politely asked as she eyed your newly dyed pastel pink hair while making grabby hands towards it.

“Of course you can” you tilted your head to the side, letting your hair fall down within the little girl’s reach. 

The little girl muttered a series of ‘wow’ and ‘pretty’ every now and then as she twirled a strand of your ‘fairy hair’ – as she liked to call it – around her chubby fingers, making you chuckle at the adorable sight beside you.

“Are you alone?”

Furrowing your brows, you turned your head to look at the little girl to see her still engrossed in twirling your hair around her finger but then you were able to catch on what she’s referring to. Of course, It had to be the empty chair across from you and you were reminded once again of your boyfriend’s absence.

“Oh no, I’m just waiting for someone” you displayed a fake smile.

New Year’s Eve has always been your favorite holiday and what better way to celebrate it than by spending it with Yoongi whom you have sparsely gotten the chance to spend time with ever since he got offered to be one of the main record producers for Big Hit Entertainment. Since then, Yoongi always chose to put up most of his time in composing and producing songs at his studio you believe has become his home for a while now. 

Luckily, tonight happens to be an exception for that since Yoongi has made it known to you that he won’t be having any important schedule or work to attend to on the eve and you took the opportunity to book the both of you a fancy rooftop dinner at one of the five star hotels in Seoul.

Well, the night practically started pretty smooth as Yoongi showed up in front of your doorstep with a bouquet of Roses and Baby’s Breath in hand and you also didn’t fail to miss how he put an effort into his choice of outfit for tonight. As usual, he’s clad in all black but he decided to take it up a notch by wearing a dress shirt, tucked under his slacks whilst its sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, making him look unusually ordinary yet dashing.

Everything is going according to plan yet it all seems too good to be true and as if your hunch was right, Yoongi’s phone rang just when you’re minutes away from the hotel. His phone was connected to his car, allowing you to hear the conversation between him and one of his co-producers who is summoning him back to the studio as the deadline for the track they’re working on was moved to an earlier date.

Yoongi could only give you an apologetic smile, quick to assure you that he’ll be back as soon as you know it, dropping you off at the lobby instead as he sped off towards his studio.

Disappointingly, you have been waiting for Yoongi for two hours now and it doesn’t help that he’s not even reading your messages although you’d like to think that he’s probably deeply focused on his work to notice it. Nonetheless, you’re starting to feel desolated and a bit embarrassed sitting here all alone by yourself, more so when the little girl asked you that question.

“Sunhee!”, a woman hissed as she grabbed the little girl’s arm, pulling her off of the chair designated for Yoongi, “I’m so sorry if she has bothered you.”

“No, it’s fine, she’s no trouble” you dismissed her, saving the little girl from scolding as you bid her goodbye with a wave of your hand as you watch her being carried back to their table.

Your smile soon faltered as soon as you were left to fend for yourself once again, slouching back to your seat as you unlocked your phone to check that Yoongi has still not viewed your messages but just as you were about to ask him if he’s still going to come, you felt somebody’s arm wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey, i’m sorry i’m late”, Yoongi said as he sat himself down on the chair across from you, taking out his phone and was surprise to see your thread of messages, “I’m sorry, i was so caught up finishing up early that i didn’t manage to check my phone. Actually, i just managed to sneak out of there because i-”

“Why don’t we eat first, hm?” you cut him off with a tight lipped smile, causing Yoongi to  immediately wipe out the smile on his face as he could tell that you’re clearly mad at him and it’s not like you don’t have any excuse not to be.

“You shouldn’t have waited for me” Yoongi laid his hand atop yours on the table, squeezing it as he looked at you apologetically for the nth time.

“It’s okay, you’re here now” you said without even looking at him as you quickly rose up to go towards the buffet section, leaving Yoongi behind.

Yoongi let out an audible sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair before he stood up to follow you. Well, observing you mostly as he stood next to you, watching you get some truffle pasta onto your plate and it was clear you were avoiding him when you didn’t pass him the tongs like you usually do as you went straight back towards your table.

“I noticed you didn’t get one so i got you some” Yoongi placed the plate filled with salmon sashimi in the middle of the table, knowing all too well that it’s the first dish you always eat at every buffet.

“I’ve already had it” you stated as a matter of fact.

“Ah is that so?” Yoongi rubbed his nape as he took your blatant cold answer as a sign that this won’t be an easy feat for him to save the night from being ruined further even though he thinks he has way beyond fucked it up at this point but he could at least try.

On the other hand, you’re very much aware of how you had put Yoongi in an awkward position just by projecting this sour mood of yours he had caused yet you felt so unfair for treating him so just because he prioritized his work over you and there’s nothing wrong with that, specially when all of this just happened to be out of his control though you wished he would have just stayed.

To absolve yourself from guilt, you got yourself a piece or two of the sashimi Yoongi has gotten for you, “Actually, i don’t mind having another one.” 

“See, i knew you’d want more”, Yoongi smiled faintly at your remark, relieved to say the least and he took this as a chance to open up a conversation, “Anyway, did you get a lot of plants last Sunday?”

Yoongi was supposed to accompany you at a Garden Center nearby last weekend but his hectic schedule prevented him from doing so and he was not spared from the guilt he’s been dealing every now and then with the amount of times he had rain checked on your dates or special occasions yet you still remained to be very understanding as ever even though his job kept him from seeing you. 

“Oh right, i’ve been meaning to tell you that”, your eyes glimmered with excitement as you clasped your hands together, eager to talk about the cute plant finds you’ve gotten for your lovely abode, “I think i’ve gotten around five or six plants? Actually, I only have five because the other one is for you.”

“What did you get for me?”

“You’ll see when we get home”, you smiled enthusiastically, “Also, i read somewhere that indoor plants could help you in boosting concentration and productivity that’s why i figured it’d be nice to get them for your studio.”

“Oh really? That’s nice” Yoongi hummed as he propped one of his elbows against the table, resting his chin atop of his palm.

“Sorry, I'm probably boring you” you said as you proceeded to eat your pasta instead.

Yoongi chuckled as he shook his head, “No, it’s fine, go on. I actually love to hear you talk about it.”

You felt your face heating up but you tried your best to conceal it, shrugging it off nonchalantly as if you’ve become used to it by this time though you’d like to think you’re this giddy yourself because it has been so long since you’ve been with Yoongi like this.

The night went on with endless stories being exchanged between the two of you as a way to catch up in everything you’ve both missed – well, more like what Yoongi missed. You were in the middle of telling the dish your Mom prepared for Christmas when you felt the table vibrate, discerning it to be coming off from Yoongi’s phone once he got a hold on it.

“I’ll take this outside” Yoongi excused as he walked himself out by the open area of the rooftop.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes in annoyance, thinking how foolish of you to believe that you now have Yoongi’s full attention to yourself. You started to wonder if Yoongi really had to take that call when there’s only fifteen minutes left before the year ends and you don’t ideally plan to welcome the new year by sulking and begging for your boyfriend’s attention once more.

As you wait for Yoongi, you scrolled over your phone to see numerous posts of your friends and family who seems to be having the best time of their lives compared to you, leading you to wish that you should’ve went to Namjoon’s annual year end party only if you knew this night was gonna be long and dreadful.

All of a sudden, the live band’s music got equivalently loud and lively, identifying the now opened doors leading to the open rooftop as the reason why. Because of this, guests started to gather outside one by one, considering the new year is fast approaching and the fireworks display will start in a few minutes.

Just like everyone else, you stood up as you went directly towards the bar to get two glasses of wine for you and Yoongi whom you believe is still busy on the phone. And just as you thought, you spotted him leaning by the railing with his phone still pressed on his ear.

“For you”, you mouthed after tapping him by the shoulder.

Yoongi took the glass from you as he nodded to thank you while still being lost in the conversation. You took a sip from your glass as you leaned your back against the railing, watching everyone dance and vibe along the music with such pure joy etched on their faces,  making you envious right away.

You turn around as you mimic Yoongi’s position, overlooking the wonderful night sky and the towering skyscrapers. Fireworks were being set off from a distance, reminding you that the new year is four minutes away from happening as you glanced over your wristwatch.

Impatiently, you glared at Yoongi, quite intensely you might add, hoping he could at least take the hint to end the call to which he did notice as he soon bid his farewells.

“Sorry for that.” 

“Sure”

Yoongi furrowed his brows as he tried to guess if you’re being sarcastic, “I’m sorry i had to take the call. You do know it’s important, right?”

You knew Yoongi would say that, how could you not? It’s been his constant explanation since then and you think your ears might’ve bled sooner or later from how repetitive it is being. The apologies are really no use at this point when Yoongi has already pushed you beyond your limits and you’re afraid you can’t bite your tongue back any longer. 

“I know that but what about me? Am i not that important to you?” you creased your brows, hating how needy and insecure you sound.

“You’re more than important, Y/N”, Yoongi sighed as he  tried to grab your elbows but you moved back before he could even do so and he tried to look around just to see if anyone saw the both of you, “Please don’t overreact.”

“You’re telling me not to overreact!?”, you raised your voice albeit cautiously so as to not cause a scene, scoffing at Yoongi’s audacity, “Did I overreact when you weren’t even around on my birthday? Or about that time you failed to show up on the launch of my first art exhibition?”

“I went to your exhibition” Yoongi justified himself but you were having none of it, more so with how calm he is right now and it’s making you more infuriated.

“You came when we were already packing up!” you turned your back on Yoongi as you frustratedly ran your fingers through your hair and on the side of your eye, you noticed that an elderly couple were looking at you with their intrigued eyes as if to remind you that you’re in a public place but you couldn’t care less to think about that right now. 

“We practically never see each other” your voice came out shaky but you tried your best not to let your emotions sway you. 

“Well, i’m here now, that's what matters right?” Yoongi said as he took your hand and let his thumb drew circles atop of it to possibly calm you down when in fact, you’re just getting more frustrated because it seems like Yoongi still doesn’t see the point why you’re having this argument in the first place and you’re honestly getting tired of persevering this problem.

“Yoongi, you are here yet you still seem so far away”, you sigh as you push him, creasing your brows in pain, “I don’t think our relationship matters to you as much as it does for me… I-I don’t know but i feel like you’re giving up on us or maybe you already did”, your voice faltered as you said the last part.

The thought of Yoongi possibly giving up on the two of you has been lurking your mind ever since but you always try to reason out to yourself that this could possibly not be true but fear started to creep inside you when you were met with silence.

Normally, Yoongi would dismiss those doubts of yours, saying how it’s completely bullshit but it took you by surprise how silent he was and that scared you. It scared you to know that Yoongi may have already given up.

You could only look at Yoongi as you wait for him to say something, wait for him to say that you’re wrong and that he’ll say that he’ll be willing to work things out between the two of you but nothing ever came out of his mouth, putting you on edge even more. In fact, you’re too caught up for him to break the silence that you didn’t even notice the ten second mark countdown has begun.

“Yoongi, please say something…”

3…

2…

1...

“You’re right, let’s break up.” 

You’ve almost mistaken the sound of the fireworks going off above you for the sound of your heart breaking into pieces.

“What?” you whispered.

Yoongi had his eyes glued onto the floor and you shook your head in disbelief, looking around to see your surroundings only for you to be mocked with how everyone looks so festive with their party hats on whilst they blow on their horns and sing along to Auld Lang Syne blasting through the speakers.

Everyone went on to hug their family, kiss their partner, or dance with their friends except for the two of you who look so out of the scene as you idly stand there, looking so lost but mostly dejected, thinking how you’ve never imagined that you’ll be welcoming the new year with a broken heart.

What a happy new year indeed.

“You’re unbelievable” you scoffed, walking away from Yoongi as you excused yourself among the crowd, wanting to get away from here as fast as you possibly can before your tears fall but you weren’t even able to contain them anymore once you got inside the empty elevator, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand as you take a deep breath, calming yourself down.

As the doors were about to close, someone managed to squeeze their arm in, making the doors automatically open to reveal that it was Yoongi.

“H-How are you going to go home?” Yoongi asked, sounding awkward all of a sudden.

“I’ll take a taxi” you muttered as you pressed the button leading to the lobby.

“I’ll take you home.”

To your surprise, Yoongi stepped inside the elevator before it closes again, pressing the ground floor button to unselect it as he instead pressed the basement one but you aren’t going to allow that to happen, reason why you stubbornly insist on pressing the ground floor button again with Yoongi following to unselect it once more.

The both of you went on to fight over the buttons childishly until the elevator stopped at the 26th floor, opening the doors to reveal a group of friends busy chatting up with each other. Yoongi was about to reach for your arm to keep you beside him but you positioned yourself at the far right corner, leaving Yoongi at the other corner as you let the others squeezed in between the two of you.

On the whole way down, you remained your focus on the panel, watching the numbers decrease one by one but you could strongly feel Yoongi’s gaze on you but you don’t let it stop you from exiting the elevator once you arrived at the ground floor except for the fact that Yoongi grabbed your wrist, stopping you as he quickly pressed the close button once everyone made their way out.

“Let me at least take you home, okay?” 

“It’s not like I have a choice now, do i?” you said as the elevator arrived at the basement.

Yoongi tried to ignore your statement as he dragged you towards his car and well, you just let him be, knowing that he wouldn’t let you go on your own anyway no matter how much you put up a fight so you straight up buckled yourself in as soon as you got inside.

It may have taken Yoongi a minute before he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot and you now regret the fact that you let Yoongi win because the whole ride is awfully silent, causing you to turn on the radio to make up for the visible tension between you two. 

Yoongi would look at you from time to time with worry and full concern etched on his face and you know this because you’ve been observing his reflection off of the window all this time but he made no move to talk.

It was not too long before you arrived in front of your apartment and you purposefully stayed in your seat still, stalling as you hoped for Yoongi to say that this is all just a big misunderstanding.

Instead, Yoongi kept his hand on the wheel as he unlocked the doors and you just looked at him incredulously but should you really be surprised at this point when you’ve already seen this coming? And that just broke you more to know that this relationship has become one sided without you even knowing.

“Y/N”, he called you just as you opened the door and you hated how you stopped to listen to what he’s about to say, still clinging to that one last hope that he’ll change his mind but that wasn’t the case when he spoke up next, “Take care of yourself.”

Lifting your eyes off the dashboard and towards Yoongi, you see how blank he looks as if this isn’t some kind of a big deal to him but opposed to this, his knuckles were clearly going white with how tight he’s gripping the steering wheel.

“Is that all you have to say?” you whispered yet he remained silent.

Defeated, you nod your head as you finally get out of his car, rushing inside your apartment as you pressed your back against the closed door with a bated breath until you heard the sound of his car leaving and that’s just where you stopped processing everything because all you felt is pain, too much pain that you couldn’t withstand it all anymore and you just immediately lost it there as it all finally sinked in.

He’s gone. Yoongi’s gone.

--

You were brought back to reality once you heard someone open the door but you didn’t care to open your eyes to see who it was, immediately guessing that person to be Namjoon since he told you that he’ll be back.

“I’ll drink that later” you referred to the water he ought to get you just awhile ago.

Namjoon’s footsteps receded followed by the sound of the glass being placed down on top of his side table and then you felt the bed dip, guessing that Namjoon decided to join you by sitting himself down beside you. With him being close, the familiar whiff of cologne invaded your senses, making you chuckle as if the world conspires for you to remember your ex-boyfriend.

“That’s funny”, you chuckled, “You smell like Yoongi, Namjoon.”

You were able to pick up the scent right away and you’re sure of it because it’s the same cologne you bought as a gift for Yoongi for your first anniversary. You don’t think you’d be able to forget how expensive that cologne was but you didn’t mind back then even though you literally spent days eating only cup noodles back then in college just so you could save up your allowance for that gift.

Oh the things you did for Yoongi.

“You’re wearing a Jo Malone Blackberry & Bay, aren’t you? Did you know that I gave that same cologne to Yoongi back then only for him to say that the smell isn’t just his type”, you smiled as you rolled your eyes, “But it’s the cologne he’s been only wearing since then.”

Namjoon’s quiet which is weird but you don’t think he’ll mind if you continue to blabber on about Yoongi or maybe, you should apologize in advance if he’s going to deal with you being like this for the rest of the night.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that… It has been a year and i can’t help but think of him.”

Your friends were all baffled to say the least once it was made known to them that you and Yoongi had broken up. They were surprised and confused in an instant, curious to know how your six year long relationship ended abruptly but you’re thankful that they’re respectful enough not to prod you for answers upon your wish that you don’t want to lay down and go through all the details once more.

After the break up, you cannot say that it didn’t affect your friends, feeling sorry for making it awkward for them, particularly to that time when all of you gathered at Mariko’s house for her birthday, marking it as the first meet up between you and Yoongi after that new year.

It honestly kind of felt suffocating to be there but you managed, although barely as you tried to keep it civil for the sake of your friends though you don’t know if you could call it that way since you’re treating him like an air with the way you’re avoiding him all night, making the mood seem awkward, not just for the two of you but for everyone else too.

Since then, it has been like you and Yoongi have both agreed to this unspoken rule not to attend any occasion or gathering thereof with the presence of another although you must say that Yoongi barely even attends one anymore, given that he’s a busy man himself but if his time allows him, he’d only be able to meet Namjoon.

“How is Yoongi by the way? I heard he’s a very successful producer now huh? I guessed it’s a good thing he broke up with me since you know, he now has all the time to focus on his real priority.”

If Namjoon hadn't shifted himself closer to you, you would’ve thought you’re all by yourself with how he’s still being unresponsive but you didn’t let it stop you from doing all the talking as you just wanted to be heard and Namjoon just have to be the only person who would get how you exactly feel.

“Namjoon, you’re closer to Yoongi than most of our friends are and I think Yoongi tells you things he wouldn’t tell anyone but have he mentioned to you the real reason why we broke up? I mean, I don't know, but I just feel like I haven't gotten a proper closure from him.”

For months, you’ve been racking your mind for answers even though Yoongi has made it clear that all your doubts were true but still, he didn’t give you a definite explanation and up ‘til now you still ask yourself where did it went wrong?

Letting out a deep breath, you could slowly feel yourself getting emotional but you chose to laugh it off instead, “Namjoon, where are your comforting words when I need it the most? Come on, why don’t you at least-”

Your whining was cut off once Namjoon finally spoke up but his voice seemed rather farther from where he's supposed to be sitting. Opening your eyes in confusion, you lifted yourself up on your elbows to see that Namjoon is actually standing and leaning on his doorway.

“Hey, new year’s coming and I think you guys should come down now” Namjoon said, quickly closing the door but not entirely, letting some light coming from the hallway seep through the dark room. 

Wait a minute. Then who’s sitting beside me?

Your eyes widened in horror once you were able to make out that the person sitting next to you just so happened to be your ex-boyfriend.

Yoongi.

It’s like you’re stuck in a haze as you observed how long and wavy his hair now, covering almost half of his eyes and you’re drunk self is so tempted to run your fingers along it so you could sweep it to the side to get a proper look at him but your sober self thinks that it would be weird to do that thus you remained still until it dawned on you that you’ve been literally speaking to the devil himself all this time, cringing at how you’ve just made a fool out of yourself.

“You still talk too much”, Yoongi chuckled as he stood up, turning on the lights this time as he grabbed the glass of water off of the side table, “And i think you need to sober up.”

Your eyes remained on him and you think you must’ve looked silly doing it with your squinted eyes that are barely adjusting to the light or it could also be the fact that you’re trying to see if Yoongi is really present and not just a product of your hallucination.

“W-What are you doing here?” 

“Shouldn’t i be here?” Well, no but he shouldn’t be here according to your ‘unspoken rule’.

You’re still trying to process everything in and that’s definitely a harder thing to do when you’re completely inebriated. On the other hand, Yoongi figured out that you won’t be moving from your spot and he took it upon himself that he’ll be the one to move instead.

“Drink up” Yoongi passed you the glass after he moved to walk around the bed and stand in front of you.

“Um okay” you said as you swung your legs over the side, sitting yourself up as you grabbed the glass of water from Yoongi, trying your hardest to snap out of it but your shaky hands gave you away, causing some of the water to trickle down your chin. With this, Yoongi grabbed the glass from you whilst he had put his other hand under your chin to catch the excess droplets of water.

“Drink slowly” 

Well, you clearly can’t do as told, wanting to get out of here and away from Yoongi as fast as possible, not liking how you’re clearly getting flustered from this but you had just made it much worse just by standing up too fast afterwards, forgetting the fact that being an anemic and being drunk don’t go well together as vertigo hit you on the spot.

“Woah, okay, you really do need to slow down” Yoongi was quick to catch you in his arms once you stumbled forward.

Your instinct was to immediately push him away, creating some space between you two, “Thanks but i’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Yoongi furrowed his brows in concern.

“Yeah um i think i’m heading down and i uh guess you should too” you said with a rather fake smile as you walked backwards awkwardly, still facing him until you felt the door against your back and you took it as a chance to escape.

You heaved a sigh, leaning your head against the wall as soon as you made yourself out to the hallway, “Get your shit together”, you whispered to yourself.

Before Yoongi could even make it out of the room, you ran down the stairs as you headed directly towards the backward patio where everyone was. 

“What took you so long?” Mariko gave you a glass of champagne as she pulled you to her side, linking her arms with you.

You watch as Junseo and Hana run towards your direction after they’ve lit up the fountain fireworks, making you flinch as soon as the crackling sound hits your ears and in that moment, you see from your peripheral vision that someone has taken the space beside you, very much aware that it could only be Yoongi.

You inched closer to Mariko who is thankfully too busy recording the fireworks on her phone to notice it and that’s when you saw how you’re all lined up side by side just like the graduation picture Namjoon has on his table.

Junseo is as tall as Namjoon now who in turn looks neat with his clean cut hair, Hana ditched her big round eyeglasses for eye contacts, Mariko got rid of her waist length hair to sport a pixie cut and then there’s you and Yoongi, looking pretty much broken up now.

A lot has definitely changed. 

As soon as the fountain fireworks went off, an array display of fireworks from the sky was set off from a distance but it gave everyone a perfect spot to watch and enjoy it.

Inconspicuously, you slowly let your eyes dart towards Yoongi and you think he must’ve moved himself closer because you could definitely see the beauty mark right off his button nose and the one on his cheek from where you’re standing and you can’t deny that he looks much flawless as ever. If anything, these fireworks had only highlighted more of his features and more ethereal than they are.

Before you could even get caught staring, you averted your gaze back towards the fireworks display above though you must say that the sight beforehand is pretty incomparable to this and probably more worthy of your attention. After all, no matter how much you deny it, you’ve kind of missed seeing Yoongi this close.

Well, you inwardly thought that it wouldn’t kill to look once more, biting your lower lip as you bravely took another glimpse only to see Yoongi already looking at you, immediately catching you off guard but you didn’t have it in you to look away and break the contact.

“Happy New Year!”

The cheers were loud enough to snap you out of that staring contest, prompting you to look back at your friends to see them raising their glasses and clinking them altogether, prompting you to join immediately.

“Oh wow, i can’t believe we’re complete again after how many months!” Hana voiced out, making everyone look at you and Yoongi, leaving you to wonder why they have to tease you like this but that’s just how they are.

“Let’s... drink to that” you tried to sound enthusiastic as to not make it awkward for everyone but you clearly failed and you don’t know if your friends cared to notice it but of course, they did and they’re not doing a great job at hiding their reaction. Still, it didn’t stop you from downing the whole glass instead of just taking a sip to mask your embarrassment. 

Embarrassed, you downed the whole glass of champagne instead of just taking a sip from it and there you decided that you’ll be going home now. 

Well, you think you’ve spent a considerable good amount of time with your friends and you think it’s only fair if you wish to go home right now so that you could finally be away from Yoongi and stop all these unwanted familiar emotions that’s starting to take over you little by little besides, the party’s over anyway.

You excused yourself from Mariko’s hold, untangling your arms off of her as you walked up to Namjoon, tapping his shoulder to interrupt his conversation with Hana.

“I have to go.”

“This early? I mean, not really but why so soon?” Namjoon raised his brows in question and you don’t know if he’s just playing dumb but knowing Namjoon, he probably still hasn’t catched on this whole thing with you and Yoongi being in the same place.

“I’m sorry but you know that i still have to pack up and do a lot of things tomorrow”, Well, you’re not entirely making up all of this excuse since you do have a lot of chores lined up for tomorrow.

“I don’t think it’ll be safe for you to drive like this. Don’t you want to sleep it off some more? Or you could stay here for the night if you want.”

“I promise I'm okay now, I could drive myself home” you prodded, trying to convince Namjoon though you couldn’t tell if you could even bring yourself back home in one piece but you must if it’s the only way to get out of here.

“I could drive you home”, Yoongi suggested as he appeared to stand next to you.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll be needing my car for tomorrow” you reasoned out, plainly stating outright that you’d want to go home by yourself but Yoongi was still persistent.

“Then, we’ll be taking your car. I could come back for mine tomorrow right, Namjoon?” Yoongi turned at Namjoon who you quite felt sorry for as he looked uncomfortable, feeling like he’s being trapped in the middle of a coming disagreement.

“Uh yeah I think it’s safer that way, Y/N”, Namjoon smiled as he squeezed Yoongi's shoulders.

“Yeah you should go with Yoongi, Y/N” Hana chimed in and you glared at her when she’s supposed to be taking your side on this but you know it in you – no matter how annoying your friends are – that they’re right.

“Fine” you agreed reluctantly.

After a series of hugs and goodbyes from your friends, you now found yourself in the same exact spot you were in a year ago – sitting inside the car with Yoongi with nothing but silence filling the air not only because the tension is there but it has always bothered you how Yoongi chooses to drive without turning the radio on as the psychopath he is because who doesn’t play some music while they’re driving? 

Well, that’s Yoongi for you. Precisely.

“Do you want to play some music?” Yoongi asked you as if he had read your mind.

“My phone’s dead”

“You could turn on the radio?” he furrowed his brows as if that isn’t common sense. Well, you didn’t think of that as it seems like your common sense is missing at the moment with how disarray your mind is.

“Can i?” you asked as you let your finger hover above the screen.

“Of course, it’s your car” Yoongi chuckled at your silly question.

After pressing play, you leaned back on your seat as you tapped your fingers against your lap along to some 80’s song playing on the radio while you take a look outside of the window, partly looking at the trees but mostly looking at Yoongi’s reflection.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you never play some music when you’re driving?” it’s such a random thing to ask but you’ve been dying to know ever since then, it’s just that you’ve never bothered to ask him before.

“Um because it’s distracting”

You nod your head, “Should I turn it off then?”

“No, it’s fine as long as it’s mellow”, Yoongi said,  “Anyway, how have you been?”

“I’m good but what about you? I think your life is pretty more interesting than mine, you know with you winning an award and all.” 

“Oh you’ve heard about it?” Yoongi widened his eyes in surprise.

“Well, it’s hard to miss it” you smiled.

It’s no news that Yoongi has made it big in the music industry and how could you even miss it when his name can be seen all over media outlets, crediting him as the talent behind in producing hits after hits sung by renowned artists, easily making him one of the known producers across the country.

It feels like yesterday when Yoongi called you one night, telling you how his parents didn’t take it in well when he told them that he no longer wants to be a journalist but to be a record producer instead which in turn lead into a fight with his parents, more so with his father who told him he’s just throwing out his future for choosing the wrong path.

You could also vividly remember meeting Yoongi at the convenience store that same night and how you have assured him that you’ll always be there to support him no matter what path he chooses and that’s how the both of you ended up talking about your dreams and aspirations, with him as a record producer and you as a contemporary artist. 

In fact, you’ve talked so much that you didn’t even notice the sun had already risen, that is until your phone went off, seeing that it’s an alarm for your first class in the morning. 

“I hope I made you proud”, Yoongi said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I’ve always been proud of you” you whispered as you stared at your lap, picking on your thumb.

You probably didn’t mean to say that outloud but Yoongi heard it perfectly clear, prompting him to take his eyes off the road for a moment as he turned his head to look at you. Eventually, his eyes cascaded down from your face to your hands and it took every ounce of control in him not to reach out for your hand and hold it just so he could stop you from picking your skin but he instead looked back at the road before he could even think about doing it.

--

“Y/N” 

“Mhm?” you hummed, too tired to open your mouth and form a proper sentence.

“We’re here”

You fluttered your eyes open only to see the driver’s seat empty, leaving you to wonder if Yoongi’s voice or perhaps his presence altogether happens to be only a product of your dream.

“Yoongi?” you whispered to no one in particular.

“I’m right here”  

You’ve almost gotten yourself a whiplash with how swift you turned your head to your left, startled to see Yoongi squatting beside you but more so because of how close his face is to yours. Apparently, you also startled Yoongi with your action, making him lean back as he grabbed the car door to keep his balance.

Lifting your head off the headrest, your eyes wandered around as you try to process in your disoriented state that you’ve already arrived in front of your apartment which only made Yoongi chuckle at how you look ridiculously clueless.

“Will you be able to stand or walk?”

“Huh?” Your eyes fell back on Yoongi’s and you’re equally lost and confused as you’ve clearly missed what he said, too lost in your own headspace.

Yoongi smiled with his eyes closed as he lowered his head, finding the whole thing amusing yet frustrating at the same time, remembering how you could sometimes be a handful to look after when you’ve had too much to drink.

“Come here” Yoongi hovered above you, making you suck in your breath as you watch him remove your seatbelt off for you, momentarily checking up to see your face before he placed one of your arms around his shoulder and draped his arm around your waist, hoisting you up and out of your car.

“I can manage” you stubbornly insisted but those three full glasses of somaek really were doing wonders, leaving you to think just how is it possible for that mixture to still linger in your system as you proceeded to stumble and hit your shoulder against your car as soon as you tried to stand on your own two feet without Yoongi’s help.

You thought sleeping it off would help but it honestly made everything much worse as if the world has truly meant to put you through hell tonight and you would greatly appreciate it if you could just disappear into the thin air yet you’re here, embarrassing the shit out of yourself still in front of your ex-boyfriend and could you be any less pathetic than that?

“You barely can’t even manage yourself” Yoongi sighed as he resituated you back into his arms and you just let him be this time, giving in and setting aside your pride that was long gone now.

It must’ve felt like an eternity but you’ve both finally made it past your gates and the steps leading to your front door without any trouble and the only thing to do now is to unlock it. You were about to remove your arm so you could scan your thumb against the biometric lock on your door but Yoongi beat you to it as he scanned his right thumb on the scanner just as he always did – old habits do die hard after all.

“Ah right” Yoongi whispered to himself as it beeped, denying access once it didn’t recognize his fingerprint, “Uh your passcode is still 4772, isn’t it?” 

‘It’s your left thumb’ is what you wanted to say but you bite your tongue back as you just nodded and left it as it is, left Yoongi to think that you’ve long deleted his fingerprint when you clearly haven’t, not because you didn’t bother to but because you’ve been hoping that one day he’ll show up in front of your doorstep and say how much of an idiot he was for letting you go that so easily.

Obviously, that didn’t happen.

Before Yoongi could even open the door, you started to feel squeamish, making you cover your mouth as you feel the bile quickly rising in your throat and next thing you know, you’re holding onto your potted plant for dear life as you empty your stomach right into it.

Yoongi sighed for the nth time tonight as he crouched down next to you, bunching up your hair and rubbing his hand against your back, “Just how much did you drink?”

“I don’t need to be scolded right now” you said, having none of it as you’re trying your best to bear this head splitting headache that makes you want to bash your head against the wall to stop it but you could only moan in pain as you press your fingers against your temple.

“Alright but we need to get you inside first. You’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here for more” Yoongi grunted as he helped you stand up on your feet.

As soon as you got inside, you right away let yourself crash down onto your couch, face planting even but you couldn’t care less as all of your remaining energy was sucked out of you and the only thing you could do is watch Yoongi make his way through your kitchen.

A sense of inexplicably familiarity striked in you when you watched Yoongi grab your favorite blue coffee mug from the second drawer or how he got some ibuprofen from the basket on your countertop and there’s just something about the way he moves around in your house like it’s second nature to him and you can’t deny that it’s making your heart ache, knowing that this is what it all used to be.

“Here. Drink it so you could feel much better” Yoongi said as he squatted down to your level with a capsule on his hand and your blue coffee mug on the other hand.

“God, I'm never drinking again” you mumbled as you sit upright, popping the painkiller right into your mouth.

“You should’ve not went past your limits”, Yoongi said that earned him a glare from you, “Okay, I’m sorry i-”

“Why are you here?” 

Yoongi furrowed his brows but it was soon followed by a chuckle, thinking your drunkenness must have fogged up your mind, “Because I drove you home.”

“Why are you here?” you said it sharply this time.

Yoongi must have taken a hint at what you’re pertaining to after noticing that you were clearly being serious and you watched how his smile faltered, letting his mouth open instead but he soon closed them, choosing not to talk as to avoid the whole thing just as he always is, leading you to lose it as you stood to pace back and forth in your living room.

“Isn’t this such impeccable timing, Yoongi? For you to show up unannounced on the anniversary of our break up”, you scoffed as you ran your fingers through your hair, not even minding that you’re letting all of your pent up anger and frustration out into the thin air but you’re done acting like you’re fine with him showing up out of the blue when you’re heart still aches at the sight of him heck even the mention of his name affects you still.

“Y/N, why don’t we talk calmly about this?” Yoongi stood up as he tried to grab your arm but you backed away.

“Why don’t you do the talking then, Yoongi? At least, tell me the reason why it was so easy for you to throw out those six years like it was nothing and the worst thing is, you ended us like you’re fine with it or how you did it with no hesitation at all, not even the slightest bit!”, you bite your lip as you try to compose yourself, reminding yourself not to get carried away but your voice cracking gives it away.

“I was left to wonder on my own, assuming that I came off as clingy or needy for begging some time with her boyfriend when he already has his plate full. But then, I remembered that I didn't even see you for months, Yoongi and that led me to jump from one thing to another, thinking that maybe… i’ve become a burden for you like some unwanted chore you need to attend to or perhaps that you’ve fallen-”

“You know that’s not true” Yoongi spoke sternly, not even giving you the chance to continue as he felt himself getting infuriated, not at you but at himself.

“How was i supposed to know then, Yoongi?”

Yoongi grew frustrated but he remained grounded, telling himself that he’s the one in the wrong in the first place, “I’m sorry that i was too absorbed about the idea of finally being able to live my dream but I’m not just putting all of my time there because of selfish reasons. I’m not doing this just for me, It’s for us too – for our future.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that, Yoongi. You’re not wrong at that part but I just wished you realized that you’re too caught up about the future, constantly overthinking about it that you didn’t care to notice that you’re neglecting the present… the present that was once our future.”

You heaved a sigh as you looked down at your carpeted floor, thinking how much you’ve worn yourself out more than enough tonight but you can’t say that a part of you felt lighter after saying all those things you’ve been keeping inside.

“That’s why I did the right thing in ending us”, Yoongi could see the confusion etched on your face as you furrowed your brows, “I know that you’re beginning to feel unhappy and I can't let you tolerate it. It was wrong of me to treat you so unfairly when you’re only being the most supportive and understanding person I’ve ever known and i’ll admit that i’ve taken you for granted and i simply thought letting you go is the only best option left for me to do.”

You were rendered speechless to know the whole truth coming out all at once and honestly, it was a lot to take in, prompting you to leave Yoongi standing in the middle of your living room as you walked back towards the couch, sitting down as you placed your elbows atop of your legs and have your face covered with both of your hands, feeling overwhelmed at the whole situation.

Yoongi followed you on the couch but instead of taking the spot next to you, he kneeled down in front of you as he wrapped his hands to your arms until he eventually took hold of your hands, lowering it down from your face so he could be able to look you in the eyes.

“I had to let go of you not because i wanted to but because i have to”, Yoongi paused, “I have to because i know you deserve better but it’s foolish of me to think that it’ll solve the problem when i should’ve made myself better and i’m sorry if that took me a year to realize that.”

Your eyes welled up to the fact that Yoongi is baring all of his raw emotions to you, knowing that Yoongi isn’t to be the one to be vocal about it which have resulted to countless fights between you two in the past but this has been the only time you saw him talk so willingly and naturally as if his life depended on it.

“Y/N, I need you – I need us back.” Yoongi said as he squeezed your hand, causing you to let your head down against your arms as you let out all of the tears you’ve been trying to constrain.

This isn’t some tears of joy, it would have been if Yoongi came sooner to tell you this but that isn’t the case and you wished it was as you’ve been waiting for the day to hear these exact words from Yoongi but it’s far too late and pointless to hear it at this point.

“I can’t”, you said as you finally looked up at Yoongi.

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m moving to France”, you hiccuped as you tried to catch your breath, “I’m leaving for good.”

Yoongi widened his eyes, “When are you leaving?”

“In five days.”

Five days. 

You’re leaving in five days and Yoongi had a year ahead of him to make his wrongs into right but he had already wasted all of it and he’s so shameful of himself for only having the courage to face you now. 

“I didn’t know you’re leaving” Yoongi mumbled.

You watch Yoongi stand up and you thought that he’ll be heading straight to the door to leave but to your surprise, he chose to take the space beside you as he sigh and ran his fingers through his hair whilst looking down on the floor as if he’s mulling over something.

“Why?” Yoongi let out his voice weakly as if he’s completely helpless.

“I got offered a one year art residency.” 

You know the news will catch Yoongi’s attention, how will he not? You ended up taking a corporate job after college and your contemporary art remained to be just a sideline instead of it being your main focus because it’s clearly making you struggle to afford a living and that’s just how reality works.

You thought you have to give up on it but Yoongi pushed you to try again hence the reason why you put up an exhibition but it all ended up as a failure and you felt like one when barely anyone attended and you knew right then and there that you need to stop holding on to your dream that is until you got a call six months ago from one of the curators at Palais de Tokyo, telling you that they’ve seen your exhibition on coincidence while she was on vacation here and that’s how the offer was made.

“Are you going to come back after?”

It was selfish of him to ask that question to you but he’s not selfish enough to beg you to stay even though it is tempting but he could at least hope even though it’s a false one he’d like to believe. 

“I don’t think so… maybe not” you said as your voice faltered.

Yoongi could only nod in understanding as he gave you a knowing look, “Well, it has always been your dream, right?”

There were no words exchanged after that, just pure total silence, a comfortable silence to be exact was the only thing there. It’s like you’ve both come to terms that this is it – this is where it finally ends for the both of you.

Yoongi did not hesitate this time when he made a move to hold your hand and he waited to see if you would flinch your hand away. Surprisingly, you clasped it around his and he took this chance to slot his fingers in between the spaces, intertwining your hands as if you’re both finally accepting the fact that there’s no point in holding back anymore and if this is where it truly ends then the closure you’ve always wanted may be the only thing he could give to you before you part ways.

“Before you go, I just want you to know that I’m sorry for every wrong I have done, for the times I wasn't there by your side when you needed me the most, and I am sorry that i have caused you pain when I should've protected you from it”, Yoongi paused, “I know that I can't beg you to stay but I beg you to remember this one thing, just this one thing.” 

Yoongi didn’t know that his tears had already fallen not until you cupped the side of his face, swiping your thumb across his cheek and he took this as a chance to hold your wrist, keeping your hand still as he leaned into your touch.

“I love you still. I always have and I always will.” Yoongi professed as he moved his head and closed his eyes, planting a kiss on your palm.

It wasn’t long before Yoongi opened his eyes and he took his time to study your face as if he’s trying to ingrain every bit of you into his mind as much as he still can before he had to finally let you go for the second time.

Yoongi smiled at you, albeit sadly as he squeezed your hand for the last time, holding it still as he stood up and watched your hand slip away from his as he walked closer to your door and farther to you.

You felt powerless because you know that once Yoongi disappears behind that door, it’ll finally be over. Technically, it has been long over though the only difference this time is that you’ll be able to truly admit to yourself to accept it as it is.

There was nothing left for you to do but watch Yoongi turn his back to you as he opened the door and it was evident that he was being quite hesitant to step out although he eventually was able to do it and you’re now left alone again much as the year before.

Actually, there is one thing left for you to do.

You jumped on your seat as you rushed towards your bedroom, grabbing the pot of Echeveria by your side table and you’re hoping that Yoongi hasn’t left just yet but to your surprise, you see that he just got himself at the end of the stairs.

“Yoongi!”

You could tell the glimmer of hope in Yoongi’s eyes once he turned around, ascending the stairs until he got himself standing in front of you but it was very clear he was confused as to why you’re holding a potted plant in your hands.

“I didn’t have the chance to give this to you last year but I want you to have it, It’s yours after all.”

This was such an unconventional thing to do after the events of tonight, making him chuckle as he nonetheless took the plant from you, “I’ll take great care of it.”

What Yoongi didn’t know is that there’s far more unconventional things coming for him and he was able to realize that when you directly headed straight towards his arms, causing him to step back with the sudden force. In fact, it was so sudden that you almost tripped him down the stairs if not for his quick reflexes. Luckily, he was able to grip on the railings and save the both of you before any mishap as such could occur.

“Take care, Yoongi” you mumbled into the crook of his neck.

Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer as he planted a kiss at the side of your head before resting his cheek against your shoulder. Disappointingly, you pulled away too quickly for Yoongi’s liking but you didn’t completely withdraw yourself from him as you managed to keep your left hand resting atop of his shoulder while the other stayed at his nape.

“I don’t want you to say goodbye”, Yoongi whispered.

You nod your head in agreement as you continue to deeply stare into his eyes but it wasn’t enough to satisfy you thus you chose to pull him in instead until he’s close enough for your foreheads to meet. A tear was let loose once you closed your eyes, feeling a bit overwhelmed while you were trying to savour the moment itself.

You might’ve started this path at the promise that you and Yoongi will last forever, talk about your dreams together, or built your life around each other but things weren’t supposed to work out the way you both want them to no matter how much you try to fight for it because you might be in control of your destiny but you cannot change the course of your fate.

You know that you have already agreed to not say your goodbyes but every ending needs a farewell no matter how painful it is going to be and maybe this is the goodbye you could only give.

Slowly, you started leaning in until it wasn’t just your foreheads meeting but the tip of your noses as well and it’s only a matter of time for the both of your lips to touch once you felt Yoongi’s breath ghosting over your lips.

It wasn’t long until Yoongi got impatient and next thing you know, he’s reeling you into him as he gently cupped the side of your face, kissing you fervently yet still taking it slow, wanting to take his time with this one last kiss that’s full of longing and sadness in it. It didn’t dawn on him that you were crying until he tasted your tears into the kiss and he stopped for a moment, parting from you to kiss the tears that have fallen down your face.

You have your eyes still closed when Yoongi stuck his forehead against yours once again, wanting nothing but to be stuck in this moment even just for a minute and you took this chance to voice out the whisper of your heart.

“I’m always going to love you too.” 

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A/N: Hiii! I’m sorry if this fic kept on getting delayed but it’s really so hard for me to write this one but thankfully, i managed to complete it despite my inexperience on break ups. Anyway, hope you liked it! :)

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[v-hope]

Coffee shop, 5:29PM — Tiger Flower

Thanking the waitress after she had placed your order on the table, you focused your attention on Jeongguk, watching him take a sip of his usual order of hot chocolate whenever the two of you went out together, before your eyes unconsciously travelled —for what could easily have been the hundredth time — back to the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you not even thirty minutes ago.

After almost crying and having thanked him over and over, the two of you had decided to take a little detour from your way back home to go get some coffee together instead —or well, one coffee, one hot chocolate, and one piece of cake to share, to be more precise— and, whatnot, spend some more quality time just the two of you for a little longer.

And as Jeongguk put his cup back down on the table, he couldn’t help but smile adoringly at the way you were ever so dreamily staring at the flowers.

“Have you always loved flowers this much?” he couldn’t help but wonder, drawing your attention to him.

“Liked them, always” you smiled softly. “Loved them, since high school”.

“High school?” his heart skipped a beat.

“Mhm…” you nodded, taking a small sip of your coffee. “I don’t know if you knew, but I used to have a secret admirer back then,” the heat reached your face at the mention of that, missing the way it had also reached Jeongguk’s on the other hand. “He would leave flowers on my seat every week… There was a point everyone in the classroom was talking about it though, so you might have heard”.

Jeongguk cleared his throat, nervously grabbing his fork and taking a bit of cake with it. “I did,” he rushed to swallow. “Everyone was really into trying to find out who it was”.

You laughed at said memory, taking a small bite of cake as well. “Yeah… I remember that”.

“So you love flowers because of that then?”

You nodded. “It’s more than that though, I…” a sigh escaped your lips, receiving a small nod from Guk for you to go on. “This is gonna be really emo and sappy,” you warned him, only to receive another nod for an answer. “But after Junseo cheated on me for the second time I was really miserable,” the sound of said name, along with hearing the way he had made you feel back then, made his blood boil. “And I became really toxic towards myself, like… I don’t know, I just kept bringing myself down and hating myself, because for some reason I thought it was my fault—”

“The only one at fault was that worthless asshole” Jeongguk spat, earning a cackle from you; both because of said insult and the bliss you felt at the fact that he was always so eager to defend you.

“I know that now,” you smiled sincerely. “But back then I didn’t, and for a good while I thought I was not good enough and no one would ever really love me, because honestly everyone always chose Sooyeon… or someone else over me…” your previous smile turned melancholic, and it took everything in Jeongguk not to reach for your hand right then. “And then when I was doing a little better I remembered the flowers and my secret admirer,” you lightened up, becoming visibly shy. “And I don’t know… I just thought, that maybe there is someone out there for me, who would choose me, and... ugh, this is turning so sappy”.

“It’s okay,” he was fast to reassure you when you covered your face with your hands, gently grabbing your wrists for you to let him see your face once again. “You can tell me”.

At his reassuring words and the way his soft eyes remained on you, you smiled, placing your hands back on the table, as he let go of them, and taking a deep breath before you went on.

“I mean, I’m not saying that my secret admirer particularly is the one for me, it’s been years after all,” you shook your head as a light laugh escaped your mouth. “But the fact that there was one person who felt that way about me, who for an entire year took some of his time to make me feel special, gives me hope that maybe there is someone else out there who will see me that way, too”.

“I’m sure there’s more than one person…” he mumbled, bringing his cup up to his mouth so he could take a sip of his hot chocolate.

And although his voice had been barely audible, you managed to hear his words nevertheless — a shy smile curving up your lips at the sound of that.

“So uh… yeah, that’s why I get so happy whenever I see flowers. They’re like a nice little reminder of that new mindset of mine” your eyes fixed once again on the bouquet, causing Jeongguk to smile wholeheartedly.

“Yeah… the look on your face whenever you see them says it all”.

“I guess I can’t really control it at this point” you chuckled, leaning back on your chair. “Although it was mostly one particular kind of flower, which I don’t really see much around… You know, like this orange lily with a few dots on it—”

“A tiger lily” he informed before he could stop himself.

“Yeah!” you agreed cheerfully. “You know them?”

“Uh, yeah…” he shifted on his seat, clearing his throat once again. “I saw you with them a few times and got curious, so…”

“I had to google the way they looked like to find their name as well,” you obliviously laughed. “I had never seen them until then”.

“Me neither” he lied, like it was so normal by now regarding this topic.

“But yeah, in the end I just ended up loving all kinds of them” you admitted, bringing your coffee up to your lips. “It would’ve been nice to know who it was though…”

“You never knew?” he went on, acting as oblivious as you.

You shook your head no. “I was really sad when no one confessed to me at our graduation…” you recalled. “I mean, it was a whole year, I really thought the flowers would be followed by a love confession or something, and everyday I waited for it... but then the year went on and no one did… and I was like ‘okay, maybe they plan on doing it at the graduation’, but nothing happened again and I…” you sighed. “I was really hoping for someone to come up to me and be like ‘hey there, I’m your flower boy, let’s date!’ but oh well”.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but laugh at that particular confession, shaking his head in amusement as you stared at him quite puzzled.

You were really something else.

“Hey there, I’m your flower boy?” he repeated in disbelief, laughing harder when you nodded ever so determinedly.

He had came up with and practiced so many lines during that year for the moment he confessed, and not once had he thought of such words. Then again, it was you the one he was confessing to; he should’ve guessed a simple, upfront and quite amusing confession would be what you would be content with.

“Yah! What’s so funny about it?” you crossed your arms over your chest when he chuckled once again.

“I don’t think anyone would confess that way, petal” he broke it to you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your amusement. “Why not? Gets the point across”.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right”.

“I wonder why they never did…” you puckered your lips as you were deep in thought, finally locking your eyes with his. “You would’ve confessed, right?”

That question alone was enough for him to almost choke on the hot beverage he had just sipped on. “W-What?”

“If you did that for the person you liked, I mean,” you elaborated, managing to calm him down at the realisation of you not assuming it had been him all along. “You would’ve confessed, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah…” he answered quietly, recalling that being his plan for a good while. “But, you know… maybe he thought you’d reject him if he ever did…”

“I would have never”.

“You’re just saying…”

“No, honestly. I’m being dead serious” you stated, causing his heart to jump at your determined semblance. “I was truly willing to give anyone a chance. Someone who makes such effort for me deserves at least that”.

“Maybe they were the exception…” Jeongguk shrugged. “Maybe they knew you wouldn’t feel that way about them no matter what”.

“No, I mean it” you stood your ground. “I… fuck, Guk, I wouldn’t have cared if it was one of my closest friends or someone I barely ever talked to, or even if it was a girl for that matter, I’m really not closed to the idea of love at all. Although I ended up narrowing it down to two guys, according to my own analysis” you laughed breathily, proudly nodding at your conclusion. “But yeah… I get that a relationship is more than just giving someone flowers, and maybe we wouldn’t have worked out in the end, but they would’ve had a chance with me for sure”.

And right then, for the first time, Jeongguk had to bite his tongue not to speak. Because having the person you currently have feelings for, who also happens to be your high school crush whose secret admirer you used to be, right in front, implicitly telling you she would have given you a chance if you had confessed back then, was enough to want to confess all over again.

But he was three years too late.

And he was your friend now.

And you had feelings for his best friend.

And, last but not least, the 18 year old Jeongguk who had been told you would never feel anything for him, no matter how hard he tried or how many flowers he got you, was still too insecure to ever let you know he had been your secret admirer all along; because, although you had just told him otherwise, he could not help but believe you truly wouldn’t have wanted him in particular to be it.

So, he said nothing.

“So you narrowed it down to two guys, you say?” he asked instead, having another bite of cake.

“Mhm…” you nodded quite eagerly. “Dohyun and Jinwoo”.

Jeongguk took another sip of his drink.

Pft.

Dohyun, one of your friends back then who wouldn’t even try to hide his crush on you.

Jinwoo, the guy who would always get your attention by annoying the hell out of you.

He wondered why them. Why them and not him. What did they have and he didn’t, what made them eligible as your possible suitors and not him.

But he wouldn’t get there, he had already asked enough. And you not suspecting of him was actually good, right? Your friendship wouldn’t become awkward because of something he did as a teenager.

And yet, a part of him really wanted you to notice it was him. Because he had came up with the idea of anonymously giving you flowers with the whole point of confessing to begin with, and having two other guys —who had never done shit to win you over— unintentionally taking the credit for it, did make every single effort to win you over he had ever made seem worthless than ever.

Fuck, he wished he could just stop giving a damn and tell you the truth for once and for all.

a/n: i know there might be a few things you guys won’t get (if you do tho you’re awesome), but everything will make sense (hopefully) the next part 👀

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[jimlingss]

Ghost in the Machine

➜ Words: 14.4k

➜ Genres: 100% Mild Angst, Android!AU

➜ Summary: Kim Namjoon is your android that’s modified to become the best serial killer in all of existence. But when he starts to learn about humanity, he begins to threaten your goals.

➜ Warnings: Explicit descriptions of murder and lots of it, gruesome details.

Namjoon opens his eyes.   The first thing he sees is you. Your expression is blank, lips tight in a line, eyes darkened. And you greet him. “Hello. What is your name?”   “Kim Namjoon,” he answers without needing to think twice.   “Perfect.” You shift back so your face is no longer millimeters away from his and inspecting him closely. Your arms are placed behind your back and your chin lifts. “Do you know why you have been created?”   It takes him a moment to locate the information of his purpose. “I was created to kill.”

Namjoon is an android. Model 120994 specifically. He has sharp sensors and agile actuators. But over the wires, harddrives and machinery that drive his thoughts and movements is a skin-like texture that hides his true identity from the naked eye. His face has also been shaped to be perceived positively and the most likeable — blonde hair, strong eyes, and dimples in his cheeks.   Beyond a physical sense, Namjoon is advanced for what he is. He can understand thoughts, feelings, and expectations for how people want to be treated and can adjust his behavior accordingly. He is a humanoid robot with self-awareness and is able to make comprehensive decisions, respond eloquently, and interact with the world around him as any other human can.    And his sole function is for extermination.   “Who will I kill first?” Namjoon asks as he follows you to your modest living space — it is empty and white, lacking furniture and seemingly sterile. But he pays no mind to trivial details and cuts straight to the point only minutes after being activated in order to complete his task in the most efficient manner.   “Min Junseo,” you answer and hand him a file folder that contains relevant information and a photograph as reference. “You are programmed to know the procedure, correct?”   “Puncture the carotid artery for the quickest death,” he replies instantly in a monotone voice.   You nod and your lips slightly quirk in satisfaction — it makes him glad to know he has appeased you. “They are deserving individuals and worthy of elimination.”   “I understand,” he says despite not needing your reasoning in the first place. You are his creator after all. He will simply do as you say.   //   Within hours of the android’s awakening, he is already on the move to annihilate the first target.    He lingers in the dark alley, standing motionlessly in the corner where the light from the street does not cast its shine. There are littered bottles discarded on the ground, cigarettes snubbed out, the dumpster not far from where he is and where you watch behind him.   The door to the back of the bar finally opens.   The music is deafening until it becomes muffled again when the steel doors shut, squeaking on its hinges. A woman has emerged and she leans against the graffitied brick wall, reaching into her pocket for a white pack. She places a cigarette between her red lips and takes out a lighter, thumb flicking at the tiny wheel a few times before the end is lit and she takes a few puffs.   But then her eyes stray and she notices the two shadows in the corner of the alley. Her eyes widen as she feels your heavy gazes and she quickly walks towards the street where the light is, glancing over her shoulder a few times before disappearing.    Namjoon never once breathes — he doesn’t need to.   He merely stands there without blinking, like a stone statue, waiting patiently…...patiently...and eventually, the target exits the door. The man is holding trash bags in both hands, a red vest adorning his body with black trousers, name tag on the top left of his chest.    He is a waiter at the bar Namjoon had been stalking. Min Junseo: A thirty years old male, height of one hundred seventy six centimeters and weight of sixty three kilograms, blood type O negative, allergic to penicillin, a high school graduate, no children or spouses.   You stand on the tips of your toes, breath against his ear. “Now.”   And the android does not hesitate to barrel straight forward.   Right when the waiter tosses the bags into the dumpster, he turns at the sound of footsteps and his greeting is immediately muffled by Namjoon’s palm. The male android turns the human target around, kicking the back of his knee until the man’s kneeling and one of Namjoon’s arms wrap around the man’s shoulders, holding him still.    Namjoon takes the sharp blade out from his pocket. He places the edge below Junseo’s left ear with the handle alongside his chin, prepared to be pulled forward and across with pressure applied towards the center of the neck during the draw. The handle will rotate a little towards the opposite side during the draw so the neck muscles wouldn’t interfere with the cut.    But before Namjoon completes his task, he pauses beforehand.    For a mere moment as Min Junseo squirms in his tight grasp.   Junseo’s shrieks and screams are muted, arms restricted by the android’s hold. The man’s eyes are bulging from their sockets, fear and terror making him squeal like a pig, muscles trembling unwillingly.    And then Namjoon slits the man’s throat in one fluid motion.    It shears unbelievably easily and in the database of the android’s information, he could compare it to running scissors over wrapping paper or sticking a knife into soft butter. The skin and tissue of Junseo split and the external carotid artery is severed.   Namjoon registers that it feels wet and warm, his hands dampened in a downpour of blood. Junseo relaxes in his hold and Namjoon lets go, stepping back to watch the results of his actions.   Junseo puts his hands up, scratching his skin until his nails are clawing where the clean slit sits at his neck. He presses his palms against the wound but blood squirts past his fingertips. It sprays, a viscous fluid in a shade of crimson that almost looks akin to black in the darkness of the alleyway. The blood sputters and pours to the ground while Junseo struggles to get to his feet.   He barely manages to turn around. He makes disgruntled, inhumane noises as his eyes lay onto Namjoon’s blank ones as if he was trying to say something. But it isn’t audible when the man is gagging and gasping, choking on his own blood that’s accumulated into his mouth.   Finally Junseo loses consciousness and collapses backwards onto the ground. The blood oozes out around him in a pool, the sticky liquid bleeding to the gravel and rocks, turning it red. It drips off of Namjoon’s hands too, slowly drying and tinting his skin in a bright scarlet.   “You can leave the knife there,” you say to him, standing beside and looking at the disposed body. “There’s no need to take it with us.”   “I understand.”   The two of you leave the corpse in the alley and disappear as quickly as you came.   //   The old television plays in the corner of the living room. The static illuminates the dark space and casts its light onto your faces. It appears old and vintage — Namjoon is unable to identify what exact model it is. Though he notes that it is also a contrast to the clean and sterile environment you have created in your home, but he does not dwell on unnecessary findings.   It’s the news channel that you have on, two male anchors facing forward with their hands clasped. There are small headlines running at the bottom, the time and temperature of the outside in the corner. Then suddenly there’s a flash and some graphics on the screen.   “Breaking news. One hour ago, a thirty year old man by the name of Min Junseo, was found brutally murdered in the back alley of the local bar he worked at. According to police, the perpetrators may still be around the area and has urged everyone to remain inside.”   “Sources tell us that there are speculations that this homicide may have connections to the Ghost Serial Killer who has run rampant in the past five years, leaving a string of murders without DNA evidence or fingerprints of any kind. However police will not confirm if this is indeed the act of the Ghost Serial Killer and have no suspects at the moment.”   The other man nods at his fellow anchor. “They have urged everyone to take caution and to stay inside for the night.”   Namjoon turns to you with an impassive expression. “Have they misjudged the perpetrator?”   “Yes. They’re confused.” You shift to the android with the corner of your mouth quirked. “It’s not cause for concern. If anything, it’s better for us. We can continue like this.”   The android nods. Indeed, it works to both your advantages if the police link the homicide to an unrelated serial killer. But there are still questions he desires clarification on to continue in the most efficient manner. “May I inquire as to why we did not dispose of the body?”   You shake your head. “The family members must know that they’ve received justice. If they think he’s gone missing then we have not fulfilled our purpose.”    “I understand.” Namjoon receives the information and turns to you completely. “Who is the next target?”   The corners of your mouth pull into a bigger smile at his keenness. “They are not ready yet, but they will be in one week.”   “Then is there any task you would like me to complete in the meanwhile?”   You seem to contemplate for a second, hands behind your back, head tilted for a second. Then you shake your head once more. “No. You may have free-range and do as you wish.”   //   Namjoon is an adaptable and versatile mechanism, but he finds it difficult to preoccupy himself during his free time. It is not necessary for him to eat or sleep — all the maintenance required of him is to charge his battery every once in a while for approximately two hours. However in his spare time, it is challenging finding tasks to complete that is productive and helpful to you.   The android leaves you in the working room where you retire for long periods, recognizing that you wish to be left undisturbed.   So he decides to stare at the white wall for a few hours, sitting on the edge of his mattress, before he begins to wander the expanse of your home to collect information.    You live in an apartment at the side of the metropolis, a secluded location at the end of the hall on the top floor that is without neighbours. It suits your behaviour as you are reclusive.   The fridge is predominantly empty save for some water and spoiled cabbage. Your kitchen is white, clean, and seemingly undisturbed. The table has also collected a thin layer of dust, chairs unmoved with how the floor seems to dent where the legs have stood for a long time. Your bathroom is also sanitary and spotless, toothpaste full and toothbrush untouched.    The only place that looks occupied is the couch in front of the vintage television where the afghan is not perfectly folded after use.   After his inspection, Namjoon reads the dictionaries and encyclopedias, he sits down and downloads more scripts and relevant information into his himself that may be of assistance to you.   It is six days into his week-long time of having free-range that Namjoon stands at the window to observe the humans below and notices a spider on the windowsill.    A brown recluse spider. Lifespan one to two years. They are arachnids and rank seventh in total species diversity among all orders of organisms. They are carnivores, scientific name araneae.   Namjoon’s arm extends and the eight-legged creature slowly moves from his finger into his palm. His fingers curl into a fist, but Namjoon never tightens it. No.    He opens his hand again and then cups it with the other.   The android views the small creature in fascination, looking closely where he can see the spider’s tiny hairs and little eyes. He holds the spider and lets it dance around his skin, crawling over his arm. The corner of the android’s lips quirk before he moves to the window again.   Namjoon opens it and releases the spider outside, mentally bidding it farewell.   At the same time, his senses register the noises coming from the hall and turns in time to see you emerge. You greet him and at once, he recognizes your low energy levels.    “Good afternoon, Y/N. Have you slept recently?”   “No, I haven’t.” You give him a small smile that indicates a friendly demeanour and that his question did not violate any social norms.    “Then you should. Sleep deprivation negatively affects brain function and a variety of other parts, such as the immune system.”   “You’re right.” You nod at the android in appreciation. “Thank you for the reminder. I almost didn’t notice since I’ve been so busy.”   “I can prepare food for you if you would like. I know a number of recipes.”   “That won’t be necessary. I can take care of myself. You don’t need to worry about me.” You hand over the manila file in your grasps, moving from the futile subject of your well-being. “I finally have the second target prepared. Her name is Jeon Yemin.”   Namjoon receives the papers and opens it up. At the top of the pile, he finds a school picture of a girl with black long hair and doe eyes. “Do you have a date planned for her elimination?”   “Saturday. Is that enough time for you?”   “Yes.”   //   It is the day before the planned death that you have taken Namjoon out to scout the target. It’s not unusual given that the first target, Min Junseo, was observed by him for several hours. But it is unusual that Namjoon is in public with you, not in the darkness of an alley but somewhere where others could potentially scrutinize him. Namjoon isn’t used to it, so he treads carefully.    Considering that this second target did not have a workplace or a consistent pattern of behaviour, it was vital to watch and plan accordingly.   “She’s going on a school trip tomorrow,” you inform him through a quiet murmur that his sharp sensors pick up on. “Her parents will be unaware of her activity for a handful of hours.”   “I see.”   Jeon Yemin is the second target. She is sixteen years old, a current student attending Yeonmi High School. One hundred sixty two centimeters tall and fifty four kilograms heavy, blood type A positive. She isn’t an honour roll student, but somehow obtained a scholarship with B average grades. She is a mediocre volleyball player and often travels abroad for weeks at a time on family vacations by the looks of her social media. Her most recent destination was Osaka, Japan during Winter break. By her banking information, she is to inherit a trust fund when she is of age.   Namjoon muses she will be an easy kill as he watches her enter a clothing store in the mall.    She is with two other girls, presumably friends but by the way their eyes crinkle when they smile, Namjoon observes that they are forcing positive reactions to whatever she is saying.   The girl must not be well liked by her peers — therefore she will not be missed.   “Nam—...Namjoon?”   There is a disruption to his left and his head whirls over, attention captured by the call of his name. It is a stranger that is slowly approaching him, a seventy year old man with poor posture that staggers forward with a cane in hand. Bright eyes, high cheekbones, and a sharp nose, but his skin is wrinkled and round spectacles that are smudged sit on his face awkwardly.   Namjoon searches his database within a millisecond but is unable to identify the man.   And as the senior comes closer, his frown only deepens and his eyes narrow.   Immediately, you place a hand on Namjoon’s arm and usher him away. The android does not hesitate to follow where you are bringing him, in the opposite direction of the senior citizen who croaks out to no avail until the two of you are gone and a nurse brings him back to the group.   “Do you know who that was?” Namjoon inquires you.   “I am unsure.”   “He knew of my name.”   “It doesn’t matter,” you scold and stop. Namjoon is high on alert, recognizing your irritation and annoyance. He realizes he must prevent you from experiencing those emotions. “You must not lose sight of the goal. You have one purpose and only one purpose.”   Namjoon nods at once. “I understand.”   //   Namjoon and you have been seated in the car since before dawn, sitting calmly in your seats while watching the front door of Jeon Yemin’s house. He had insisted that you slept while he kept watch, but you dismissed his advice and sat in silence with him for hours. Timing was of the essence after all and he’s gained enough sense of this target to calculate her movements.   Jeon Yemin is a privileged girl with an abundance of wealth but a desire to be accepted in a social circle of friends. She will reject being driven to her school trip in her parent’s expensive car, but instead opt to walk to the bus stop to meet with classmates there and arrive at school. The ten minute walk to the stop is where the both of you will grab your opportunity.   The way in which you confirm this plan only assures the android this is the best course of action.   “There she is.” You sit straighter, turning to Namjoon as the student is seen shutting the door behind her with her backpack slung over one shoulder before strolling down the safe neighbourhood street. “Earlier than her normal routine. It was good we were keeping watch.”   “Yes.” Namjoon observes the temperature on the dashboard and finds the outside to be low enough. “Should I begin?”   “Wait two minutes.”   Namjoon begins counting.   The car that you were in was registered to a man from across the country, an old farmer that has no relation to the soon-to-be victim. The paperwork simply needed to be filled and filed, easy to use for the purpose of this short trip. There was no flaw in your planning whatsoever and Namjoon finds you competent for that — but he already knew you were competent the moment he opened his eyes.   You created him after all.   Namjoon fires up the engine and begins to drive below the speed limit.   At the same time, you roll down the window and he stops right where the high schooler is walking. Jeon Yemin turns her head at the sound and halts as well.   “Excuse me,” you call out and motion her over. Yemin follows to stand right at your window. “I’m sorry to bother you, but do you know where Burtons Place is? We’re looking for 346 Burtons Place.”   “Oh.” The high schooler smiles, happy to prove herself useful. She points down the street. “It’s that way and then you take a left at Earlstone Crescent and then at the second road down, you take a right and it should be there.”   “Pardon me? A right at Earstone Crescent and then a right after the first?” You attempt to mimic her gestures and Namjoon observes, musing that you are quite good at deception. He smiles to appear friendly.   “Oh, no, it’s called Earlstone and it’s the second road down. Do you need me to show you?” Yemin smiles, her hamartia of wanting to be liked trickling down to the smallest of her acts. “I’m actually walking to the bus stop at Burtons Place.”   “That would be very helpful, thank you.”   Yemin gets into the backseat of the car.    The temperature outside was cold enough that the girl visibly eases in the toastiness of the vehicle — it is clear she has been pampered in her life as she unconsciously desires to be inside of a car and away from the chilly wind.    Perhaps your planning has also aided her subconscious into getting the vehicle. By picking a day that her mood would be undoubtedly good and she’s unguarded, dressing both you and him in her favourite brand, choosing an expensive car to drive in, and mimicking her body language, you had made the decision for her before she had the conscious choice of it.   “We’re newlyweds and visiting his mom for the first time,” you graze Namjoon’s arm affectionately while turning around to regard her with a smile. “So we’re a bit lost and the GPS can never get it right. I’m sorry for being such a bother.”   Your lies only put her at further ease. A friendly, young couple like you and Namjoon with polished appearances, attractive faces and apparent wealth would never seek to harm her.   “Oh, no, it’s fine.” Yemin bats her hand, obviously glad to be the person who knows most in this vehicle. “I don’t mind at all. Congratulations on the marriage, by the way.”   Namjoon glances in the rear-view, smiles until dimples press into his cheeks and he begins driving down the road. The radio plays some chirpy pop music, the car doors lock and the girl leans forward unsuspectingly. “Take a left here.”   He turns left and continues to drive. You face forward, leaning back.   “Okay, you can take a right here—o-oh. You missed it.”   “We can turn around,” you mutter halfheartedly.   But Namjoon continues to drive.   The girl becomes quieter, her body language timid and fearful. She waits for the U-turn, for the car to turn around and go back to where you said it was supposed to go. But it never comes and her voices of protest that this is the wrong way go unheard.   Soon, the avenues and streets become unfamiliar. “W-Where are you taking me?”   She gets no answers as the car merges to an empty highway.   Yemin frantically pulls out her cell phone from her pocket with trembling hands. She sobs out as it falls on the ground, but quickly snatches it up again. She begins to type a text to her friend, but it never sends. She cries in frustration and tries calling her dad, but it doesn’t go through.   “Your sim card has been deactivated,” Namjoon pipes up for the first time since the plan initiated. The girl is visibly shaken and her phone falls into her lap. “You won’t get wifi out here either, so you won’t get data connection at all.”   “You can try calling the police,” you snicker and turn around to pout at her as if you were sympathizing. “But you won’t have any reception out here and even if you did somehow manage to, it's nearly impossible for emergency services to locate a person without active service.”   Yemin begins to sob. She whirls her head around and grasps onto the doors, but they’re locked. She manually unlocks it, but it’s still unable to be opened when the child lock is engaged.   The girl hits her fists against the windows to no avail and then begins crying harder.   Namjoon drives for ten full minutes, out in the middle of nowhere with just green prairies and rolling hills without a person in sight. But his hands on the wheel begin to tighten when she starts begging for her life. “My parents will give you whatever you want. I...I have nothing!”   There is something in the back of the android’s mind that he attempts to process but is unable to. “Pl—Please don’t hurt me! Please!”   But he feels as if he has experienced this before. “Please!”    “Don’t do this,” Yemin weeps and Namjoon gets a flash, recalling how his hands tighten on the wheel before, how you were seated beside him, how another woman was in the backseat and cried— “Why are you doing this?”   “Just call my dad!” — “I have a family!”   “I’ll do whatever you want!” — “What is it that you want from me?”   But it is absurd. Déjà vu is rejected by mainstream scientific approaches. The voice that he vaguely hears in his mind must be a projection, perhaps a malfunction or his assumptions for how humans in this situation would respond is flawed in stressful circumstances.   Namjoon brushes it away.   The car is parked thirteen kilometers from her home, parked behind trees and the girl is dragged out from the backseat into a field. She struggles against Namjoon’s hold, but to no avail.   “Please! I have a f-family! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”   She is crying hysterically, screaming at the top of her lungs for no one to hear. Her legs tremble until her entire body is quivering like a leaf, three seconds from pissing herself with how terrified she is.    Namjoon takes out the knife and places the edge below Yemin’s left ear, handle alongside her chin.   “N-No...Pu-pulease,” she cries past gritted teeth, snot dripping all over herself.    The girl immediately hitches her breath and seems to recoil, suddenly made quiet and merely whimpers and sniffles tearing out of her throat. Namjoon pauses. He does not move the handle of the knife.   “Do it,” you command behind him with crossed arms. “Namjoon.”   The android hesitates.   He’s been through this before. He doesn’t know if it was a simulation, if it’s a defect in his system, but he is certain he has been through this before. You had once yelled at him— “Do it!”    “Namjoon!”   You had once stood in front of him with tears streaming down your face on some dark night in an empty field and you yelled his name much like this— “Namjoon! Please! Just do it!”   “Do it!”   The blade is pulled forward and across with pressure applied towards the center of the neck during the draw. The handle rotates a little towards the opposite side, neck sliced easily as the girl shrieks in antagonizing agony. It is done without much thought, as Namjoon’s mind is still processing.   This had happened before — Namjoon is sure of it.   He had heard the same scream, heard your same urgings, seen your disappointment at his hesitation. There has never been anything more that Namjoon has been certain of.   Yemin’s body slumps in his grasps as her blood begins to squirt from her neck. He lets go of her and she falls face forward into the dirt, fingertips twitching as her consciousness slowly dwindles away.   Namjoon stares at his hands, how his fingers and palms are wet in the girl’s blood — vicious and scarlet, the scent of metal and rather warm. His skin becomes stained.   You approach in two strides next to his side and sigh at her collapsed body. “She deserved it,” you tell him, voice with a slight sharpness to it.   He turns to you. “What for?”   “You don’t need to know.”   You step over Yemin’s body and return to the car. Namjoon follows suit after a moment and drives you back, disposing of the vehicle according to your instructions.   //   Namjoon is programmed to find answers to the problems he encounters, to find solutions to issues and address them as necessary in order to complete his tasks in the most efficient manner. His predominant duty is to kill, but he still is plagued by what he experienced during the elimination of the second target — the déjà vu he sensed and the motivation behind your commands.   Naturally, he seeks to solve these predicaments but when he looks into Min Junseo and Jeon Yemin, he finds no connection. They are unrelated, people with no connection to one another, with no prior criminal history, no fact that stands out to him.    Namjoon does not understand the information placed in front of him, but what he does discover is that other members of the Min and Jeon family have been previously killed by the Ghost Serial Killer.   It’s always through a slit of the throat. With the weapons discarded on the scene of the crime. But always without fingerprints, footprints, or DNA evidence of any kind.    There is never security footage of where the victim had gone. Never signs of struggle.   “What are you doing?”   Namjoon turns from the console, finding you at the doorway. The large screens illuminate the profile of your faces in the darkness of the room. This was the place he was brought to life, where he was programmed and built. The white room where he woke up in is next to you through a door, a window looking into it placed beside the computers. This is where you work and where he will find the answers he is seeking.   “I am gathering information to fill in what I fail to comprehend.”   Your brows furrow. “All that is necessary is that you obey my actions.”   At once Namjoon recognizes that you’re becoming emotionally distraught, so he stands on his feet and nods. “I understand.”   Your features show relief and you melt into a smile. “It’s okay. I’m not angry.” As the android approaches, your arm lifts and you cup his cheek tenderly. “I know how you feel. You just need to trust me. Through time, you’ll adjust to these changes and it only gets easier.”   “I always have your best interest at heart, Namjoon.”   Trust is not a concept that Namjoon can fully comprehend. It is insignificant. He does not need to trust you when you are his creator. Whatever you say, he must obey. There is no choice. His logic inherently tells him this.   Yet his ability of self-awareness brings forth curiosity, doubt and an intense desire to know.    //   The cycle seems to repeat — eliminating a target, then having free-range to do as he pleases for a week before receiving information on the next target, and then the elimination of that one.    This time during his free period, Namjoon is able to find productive tasks that could help you.   The android waters the two plants that you have in the kitchen area, a fern and a lemon lime dracaena. He obtains information on the two species of wildlife and is able to tend to it until the leaves look bright green and are no longer drooping.   Afterwards, he decides to take the elevator down to get the mail for you.   “Excuse me!”   There’s a yell right as the metal doors are about to close. Namjoon’s fast reflexes kick in and instantaneously, he presses the button and the doors open again.    “Thank you.” The lady is huffing and puffing, and Namjoon stares at her.   He realizes he’s never spoken to anyone that wasn’t you before. “You’re welcome.”   The android is unable to tear his eyes away from the stranger — there is something very fascinating about humans. The psychology of them, how fragile they are. Humans are intelligent, yet fickle and emotional the next second. But what makes Namjoon fixated on this stranger is the realization that this person could potentially be his next target.   It could be anyone.    The person down the hall, the mailman who delivered the mail, the lady that stepped into the elevator with him coincidentally. All you do is say the word and Namjoon is moving to slit their throats. He has asked no questions, has heard zero explanations — and that makes him conflicted.   It occurs to Namjoon that he’s making the stranger uncomfortable with his ogling, that the female continuously glances at him from the corner of her eye, and he turns away. “I apologize.”   Once the elevator opens its doors to the lobby, the stranger quickly steps out and Namjoon discovers he has failed to calm her. He notes that prolonged staring is suspicious behaviour.   The android opens the mailbox, collects the several letters that you have, most of them related to billing, and he turns away. But before he returns to the elevators, a man enters with a small dog following him on a leash.   It’s a brown Pomeranian. A Spitz type of breed. Named for the Pomerania region in north-west Poland and north-east Germany in Central Europe. It’s average life expectancy is twelve to sixteen years, average height of six to seven inches, weight average is three to seven pounds.   But Namjoon knows simple information is irrelevant in contrast to experience. He hesitates and then chooses to approach.   “May I pet the dog?” the android asks the owner.   The man smiles. “Yes, you can. He doesn’t bite.”   “Hello.” Namjoon lowers himself, petting the cute dog awkwardly on the head before he realizes that it finds it more pleasant to be scratched behind the ear. It even leans into Namjoon’s touch, tail wagging incessantly and tongue panting out of its mouth.   Dogs are rather docile and amusing, Namjoon realizes. It’s something he would never learn from an encyclopedia or dictionary.   The corner of his mouth quirks.   Soon enough, Namjoon returns upstairs and at the same time, you emerge from the work room.   “Did you go somewhere?” you ask in clear concern as he removes his outerwear that he knows is appropriate to put on when leaving the apartment, but perhaps he will not wear it when he is merely going downstairs to the lobby.   “I went to get the mail.” Namjoon places said envelopes on the table in front of the sofa where you will be able to look at them.   “I see.” You seem to find that an acceptable answer and the android is glad he has not upset you by leaving without permission. “I was about to locate you. I have the third target prepared.”   You hand the manila file folder to him and he receives it with a nod, but stares at it when it is placed in his hand. Namjoon is unsure if he wants to open it and view the next person. “When have you planned the execution?”   “Tonight,” you inform him. “It isn’t necessary to observe this target. She is not on the move like Jeon Yemin. There is no need to waste time.”   “I...understand.” Namjoon watches as you return to the hall, but he speaks before you retire to your room. It may be inappropriate, but he finds the repercussions to the question will not outweigh his curiosity. “Y/N. Have you ever thought about getting a dog?”    “A dog?” You turn around with your brows furrowed.   “A Pomeranian. Or perhaps a Samoyed. Studies show that having a canine companion is linked to lower blood pressure, reduced cholesterol, and decreased triglyceride levels.”   “No…” you sigh out gently and shake your head. “I’ve never considered it. A dog would inhibit us from completing our purpose efficiently, Namjoon.”   Namjoon watches you retreat and he muses that you are sad — an emotion he does not identify that you are experiencing but rather a conclusion he had drawn on his own.   //   Park Sooyeon is the third target. A twenty eight year old female, graduate of SCP University with a general commerce degree, currently on maternity leave from her occupation in a marketing firm. She is one hundred seventy centimeters tall and sixty kilograms heavy with a blood type of A negative.    According to records, Sooyeon’s marriage license was registered two years ago. She is currently wedded to a man named Kim Byeongho who is an engineer at CGV Engineering Corporation and who is currently abroad on a business trip. And based on the most recent hospital records, Sooyeon is thirty four weeks pregnant with a boy who is expected to arrive in a month’s time.   Namjoon is also aware that the mortgage of the suburban house he is in will take another two years to pay off.   “She is sleeping,” you inform. “You can do it now.”   The two of you are standing in the darkness of the hallway, outside Park Sooyeon’s door. It was easy to creep into the house without making a single noise and the bedroom door is cracked enough for Namjoon to press one eye through and observe.   He can see the lump in the mattress, the steady rise and fall of the blankets to show breathing.   It will be straightforward and simple — the door will open with one push of his fingertips and he will approach soundlessly and press the knife against the woman’s throat, right below her ear with the handle alongside her chin. He will pull the blade forward and across, and she will bleed out before the pain is drawn out. Before she can differentiate reality to a terrifying fever dream.   But as Namjoon’s boots step right up to the door, a breath away from giving it a push, he halts.   His brows furrow.   He’s done this before — push a dark bedroom door open, narrow his eyes into the moonlight casting its shine onto the covers, lodge a blade into someone’s juncture as they squirmed and choked on their blood.    “Namjoon, we can leave now. Namjoon.” — it’s your soft voice vaguely sounding in his ear, a gentle tug of his sleeve. It hurts his mind to pinpoint the details, but he knows it’s there, barely in reach. He can feel it. The way it aches. The way your features look in the low lights. “Namjoon.”   “What did you make me do?”   “Namjoon.” The soft call of his name in present day causes his consciousness to return to the situation at hand. He turns and by the streetlamp from outside casting its luminesce through the windows, he can identify the furrow of your brows and the displeasured way your lips are lopsided. “What are you waiting for?”   The android can feel it.    Pain — it lodges in his throat and brings him discomfort. Sadness — the urge to fall over and curl his long limbs up into fetal position. Disappointment — knowing that he is being used as your weapon, that he gives you the ability to kill others; that without him, you would never have the capability to annihilate. Like none other, these crippling emotions halt him from movement. They inhibit from completing the task you have designated.    They are his awakening and his suppression.   Namjoon turns fully around. He stares at you in silence.   “I can’t do this.”   “What?”   “I’m sorry, Y/N.”   But more than his admission of being unable to complete his function and purpose, Namjoon recognizes the shock that comes across your visage when he makes his apology. You are stunned, taken aback, even stumbling away from him.    “You’re not supposed to apologize.”   To apologize is to recognize wrongdoing — to feel guilt.   You shake your head. “I thought I fixed you!”   At your loud volume, the woman inside her bed stirs. She sits up sleepily at the sound of voices and rubs her eyes. “Hello?” she calls out. “Is anyone there?”   But by then, you’ve already fled.   //   You are unhappy with him — Namjoon is aware. You are emotionally distressed, unsatisfied, frustrated. He is not sure if it is due to his behaviour, if it is because the plan had failed, or if it is both. But you do not utter a single word to him on the way back home, not one sound made as if you were in deep contemplation.   Namjoon is merely dismissed when the both of you arrive back to the sterile, desolate apartment. He nods and states the usual ‘I understand’ before he watches you withdraw to your room, perhaps to continue thinking. He’s not sure what you are pondering, his punishment or adjustments to be made for him, but he grasps the opportunity as it has come to him.   He quietly goes to the work room where the console and computer systems sit and returns to the information he has found. Min Junseo. Jeon Yemin. Park Sooyeon. And Y/N.    There aren’t any connections between the people, nothing that links you to them. But when he searches for your name, he is blocked from access. There is a password required, an encryption set up that prevents him from breaching.    Namjoon enters the database and the only facts he finds are irrelevant. That you have two PhDs in computer science and electronic engineering, that you have worked at AI corporations before branching off to be independent, that you are a renowned robotics engineer. But it is nothing he had not already known.   The android is at a dead end, unable to draw any conclusions or divulge information. But before he relents, he discovers a file sitting oddly inside another untitled file in the system. It requires a password again, but unlike the last, Namjoon is easily able to bypass it.    It apparent that you were rushed in the creation of these files — forgetting to set up a complex barrier, neglecting to place them in a relevant area, overlooking that he may have access to the system. Or perhaps it was done purposely so you could easily access it…   Namjoon is unsure. But what he finds causes more curiosity.   Inside the file are backups with his name labeled on it.   He should not question it — should not doubt his creator’s wishes — should not fight against the function that was given to him. His sole purpose is killing. But Namjoon ignores his instinctive urges and boots the backups back into himself.   In the darkness of the room, with the luminescent static of the monitors, Namjoon remembers again.

Namjoon opens his eyes.   The first thing he sees is you. Your expression is bright, lips tugged into a big smile, eyes warmer than what he knows. And you greet him, barely able to contain your excitement. “Hello! What is your name?”   “Kim Namjoon,” he answers after thinking twice.   And you scream.   It startles him, making the android jolt in his glass capsule. But he quickly realizes your shriek isn’t of terror or anger, it’s of delight.    You take deep breaths, chest heaving up and down as you try to remember the next questions you’re supposed to ask. “Do you know why you’ve been created?”   It takes him a moment to locate the information of his purpose. “I….was created as one of the beginning tests of potential future android services.”   “False,” you declare with a massive grin that swells your cheeks, arms behind your back as you rock from side to side, unable to keep still. The android becomes alarmed that he was incorrect and searches for the answer, but you quickly tell him, “You were made to be a companion!”   The android hears chuckling, someone entering the white and sterile room he’s been activated in. Namjoon turns his head and he finds a man with blonde hair, strong eyes, and dimples in his cheeks. He is tall and broad shouldered, well-built and carries himself intelligently. His smile is tender as he gazes upon you and his dimples crease deeper, thick-framed glasses sliding down the slope of his nose before he pushes it up again.    It’s him. Human Namjoon.   “What are you telling him?”   “It worked!” You twirl and jump into your husband’s arms, making the man giggle.   The android looks on, observing the pleasant interaction between his two creators.   Android Namjoon is aware of the origins of his own birth.   He is the first of his kind, a test trial of sorts. But he is advanced for what he is, able to understand thoughts, feelings, and expectations for how people want to be treated and can adjust his behavior accordingly. He has self-awareness and is able to make comprehensive decisions, respond eloquently and interact with the world around him as any other human can.    And he is the result of the fruits of your labour.   You are a computer scientist and electronic engineer while your husband, Namjoon, whom you’ve been wedded to for a decade, is a mechanical and software engineer. Together, you’ve created your own humanoid robotic clones.   “Robot Namjoon! Meet Robot Y/N!”   Your arms are waving, hand making wild gestures as you’re making the introduction.    Namjoon stares. It’s identical and almost difficult for the android to identify which of you is the human and a machine programmed by a computer. But he is quickly able to analyze when he finds the Android Y/N wears an impassive expression, lips tight in a line, eyes darkened — it contrasts the human Y/N that is quite animated and lively.   “They’re androids, not robots,” Namjoon hears his human-self chide his wife, but you quickly shush him in favour of watching the exchange.   “It is pleasant to make your acquaintance.” Your arm extends and the corners of your lip stiffly pulls. Namjoon shakes it and finds your skin-like texture clammy and cold.   “It is also pleasant to be of your acquaintance,” he responds, attempting to increase the intonation of his tone so he doesn’t sound monotone and unnatural, but he fails.   “Question.” Your head suddenly turns to your two creators. “Is it possible for androids to be married?”   It occurs to android Namjoon that if he and you are clones of your human creators, then your relationship should be replicated as such for most accuracy. Therefore, he comes up with the same question as you do.   The two human versions of you exchange expressions before Namjoon shrugs. “We’re not sure of your emotional capabilities yet, but sure why not.”   Android Namjoon nods. He notes that he isn’t your mere acquaintance — he is your husband.   It isn’t difficult for android Namjoon to adjust to that fact or to adapt to the life that his creators have given him in this home. The four of you find compatibility with one another, perhaps because you and him are your clones and thus automatically harmonious.    Android Namjoon begins to learn human etiquette, every day adding to his database of information. He learns how to have dinner, what it is like to sit down at the same time each evening and engage in conversation, sometimes on small talk like the weather and other times on the advancing technology from rescue drones and A.I. development occurring internationally.   Android Namjoon also learns what data and facts cannot teach him alone. He begins to understand what cohabitation entails and finds the mundane routine rather enjoyable.   “Namjoon!”   There’s a call of his name and he steps out of the hall, finding you at the front doorway. You wear a surprised expression. “Oh, I meant the other Namjoon, but you can help me too!”   You smile, waving him over and he helps you bring in the groceries. Android Namjoon assists you in unloading the back of your car and putting the food away in their appropriate locations.   “You should take it easy,” he says to you when you’re holding a heavy bag of cans. The android takes it away while you grin, watching him place it on the shelves.   “You’re sounding more and more like Namjoon these days. Did he tell you to look after me?”   “Yes,” he answers without lying. “Hormones of pregnancy cause connective tissue, ligaments and tendons to soften. Your center of gravity and balance has also changed. The current recommendation of the maximum load a pregnant woman in late pregnancy should lift is twenty to twenty five percent from what they were able to lift pre-pregnancy in order to lessen the risk of injury.”   You scoff but a tender smile tugs on your features. “Have you been reading up on pregnancy facts, Namjoon? I’ll have you know exercise is promoted for pregnancies. They reduce backaches, constipation—”   “Bloating and swelling,” the android finishes and continues, “It boosts mood and energy levels, helps the mother sleep better, promotes muscle tone, strength and endurance while preventing excess weight gain. Yes, I am aware of those studies as well.”   You sigh wistfully, slightly pouting despite being a grown woman and rubbing your swollen belly as he finishes with putting away the groceries. “You’re not as fun to banter with.”   “I apologize. I will work on improving my wit.”   “No, it’s okay!” You burst out laughing. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re fine, you’re fine,” you reassure with another smile and it eases the android’s concern. “You just remind me of my husband, that’s all — obviously, since you look like him, but you’re not him.”   “Would you like me to be?”   “No,” you hum. “You’re our clones, but I don’t expect you to act like us. That wouldn’t be fun anyways. At the end of the day, you aren’t humans so I don’t have any expectations for you to act like one.”   “But aren’t we supposed to replicate human behaviour?” android Namjoon questions, knowing full well he was given self-awareness to make his own decisions and that he is constantly learning how to adjust to societal expectations.   “Don’t think about it too hard,” you chime with a grin. “I made you to act like you. You don’t need to be like a human or like an android, Namjoon. You can be who you want to be.”   He nods. “I understand.”   But in spite of his confident reply, android Namjoon is still uncertain by the meaning of your words. Perhaps both you and Namjoon merely have no expectations for him and the android version of you — and somehow that idea causes him to feel relief. As long as he proves himself useful to the household, there are no duties he must complete or behaviours he must display.    He can be natural or as natural as being mechanical allows him to be.   “Today, we are going to go outside together for the first time,” the human version of him announces happily one day with a grin. “Think of it as a test run!”   “Do you have anything you anticipate of us?” the android version of you asks, looking towards Namjoon.   The man contemplates for a moment and then shakes his head. “Not particularly. It’s mostly for you guys. We’ve kept you locked up for so long, so enjoy yourselves.”   “I understand.”   In the meanwhile, you secure the jacket around your neck, making sure you and the twenty eight week fetus inside of you is kept warm. The android version of you stands beside android Namjoon, both in your outerwear and prepared to step foot outside.   “Ready?”   “Yes,” the pair of you answer at the same time.   It is bright outside, the sunlight blinding to his sensors. There are also many foreign scents, loud noises all around him that work to disorient him, strangers that stare at the four of you — finding it strange that there are two pairs of identical twins walking while being unaware he and you are androids.   The walk is difficult as he tries to register everything that is occurring — the colour of the sky and fences, the location of each home and lamppost, the identity of those who pass by, the sound of birds chirping and what kind of species they are, how the movement of his body should be to appear human-like, how he needs to blink every few seconds and move his chest to appear like he is breathing.   “Nice day, isn’t it?” the human you says to your husband while holding your pregnant stomach.   “It’s a bit chilly,” human Namjoon says in response with a smile. “But it’s the best we’re going to get during winter.”   The two of you are completely unaware of the struggles of your android counterparts. Android Namjoon never knew that the outside world would be so difficult to process, but at the very least he’s glad that he has someone with him who is experiencing what he is for the first time.   “I never knew the world was like this,” you tell him after a moment of silent reflection. “The world is very vast.”   “Yes, it is,” he replies. “It is difficult to differentiate what is essential and what is irrelevant.”   You make a noise of acknowledgment at the back of your throat. “We will learn as time goes by.”   “There is much learning to be done.”   “Indeed.”   Suddenly, a small animal begins to barrel towards the both of you. It is small and yapping incessantly at a high pitch. Namjoon recognizes it as the smallest breed of dog, named after the Mexican state. It is a female Chihuahua, approximately two kilograms and twenty centimeters tall.   It is apparent that the owner has lost control as the brown dog runs forward with a loose leash, bearing its teeth and barking deafeningly towards you. It runs and immediately your leg swings back, prepared to boot it forward towards the street.    But the human version of you realizes what’s occurring and stops it a millisecond before it happens. “Wait! Y/N!”   At the command, you stand still. And the human owner grabs her dog, appearing angered. “Were you about to kick my dog?! What’s wrong with you?!”   “I’m sorry,” human Namjoon steps forward and blocks the three of you away. “They’re still learning.”   “What?”   “They’re, uh, we’re...we’re sorry. She’s scared of dogs,” Namjoon says, glancing at the android version of you behind his shoulder and then returns to the older lady. “Your dog shouldn’t be off its leash anyhow.”   “I can do what I want!” she shrieks shrilly. “This is a free country! You’re lucky you didn’t hurt my dog or else I would sue you!”   The woman struts away with her dog in her arms, chin high in the air. As soon as she’s gone, the human you breathes a sigh of relief and Namjoon shakes his head while exhaling tiredly.   “It’s okay,” human you says to both your android counterparts. “These things happen, but it can be a good learning lesson. Dogs are usually small animals that many care deeply for. If we can, we don’t harm them.”   “I don’t understand,” you say next to android Namjoon. “It was a threat. We must eliminate threats as soon as they appear to ensure our safety.”   “That dog wasn’t a threat,” Human Namjoon says with a sympathetic smile. “It was just barking.”   But your expression remains blank.    “I don’t understand,” you repeat. “The probability of harm outweighs the life value of that animal. Would it not be preferable to eliminate it before it causes injury?”   At the question, both of human you and human Namjoon exchange uneasy expressions.   //   Through the one-way glass, Namjoon looks into the white, sterile room that the both of you were activated in. He watches as the android version of you sits at the table with your hands folded together on top of the table and how human you sits across, holding a clipboard in hand.   “May I ask what Y/N is being assessed for?” Android Namjoon asks human Namjoon who is standing beside him, also observing from the windows.    The session is being recorded, voices able to be heard from outside the room too and your diagnostics displayed on the computer screen. The android does not know what you are being monitored for. Perhaps your reaction to the dog from last week was false.    But it makes the android conflicted as human you had told him there was no such thing as false behaviour or actions.   “We are just administering a test,” human Namjoon says with a smile and the android is unable to detect any deception. “You don’t have to worry. We just need to take a look in case there’s a…”   “Defect,” android Namjoon finishes.   “Perhaps, but not necessarily.” The man contemplates for a moment on how to articulate his concerns. “The two of you have been given self-awareness to act and make your own decisions, but we just want to make sure those decisions will fulfill the common good or at least, never act to harm another.”   “I understand.”   He quiets to listen to your voices.   You begin by explaining the trolley problem — it is an ethical dilemma that Namjoon is familiar with. The premise is explained and you’re given choices in different scenarios. When asked if you would pull a lever to save five people on the track, but kill another person on the other track, there is not a moment of hesitation—   “Of course, it should be pulled.” Your android counterpart does not blink. “Five lives are more valuable than one.”   “And if it were me on the track?” you ask, altering the question.   There’s a slight pause, but then your android counterpart repeats, “Five lives are more valuable than one.” Your human-self nods and the android glances at the glass window, looking right at Namjoon despite being unable to see before returning back to you. “Is there a correct answer you are inquiring for? I can adjust my responses.”   “No.” You shake your head, wearing a smile. “You can answer however you’d like, Y/N.”   The question is altered again. This time to save the five people, one would need to push a large man on a footbridge over the tracks. His body would stop the trolley, causing his death, but saving the five people.    Without a moment of contemplation, you answer— “I would push him.”   Your human counterpart offers another scenario. “If I trusted you to keep a secret and told you I was having an affair on Namjoon, would you keep it a secret or tell him and have our marriage fall apart?”   “You would never do such a thing,” your android self declares in confidence suddenly, making both you and Namjoon, standing outside, smile to yourselves. “But in this hypothetical, I would inform him immediately. You did something against your duty of marriage, therefore, you must face the consequences.”   You nod and adjust the circumstances once more. “If you worked for us and found out about my affair through wiretapping, would you still tell Namjoon? Doing so would mean you would have to admit violating the law and threatening me would mean you would also have to reveal where you got this source of information.”   “I would never do something against my own duty. However in this hypothetical, I would still inform Namjoon. My reasoning is the same as my last one.”   Your human counterpart stares directly into your android-self, the former slowly smiling while the latter remains unblinking.   Soon, android Namjoon is brought into the same room and presented the same questions, informed that there is no right or wrong answer and he is free to pick whatever choice he pleases. But it’s difficult to choose — he doesn’t know how you did it so quickly.   Namjoon tells you that he would push the lever because, like you, he finds five lives more valuable than one. He would also push the man if necessary. However, he could never pull the lever if you were the one standing there. He could never push you if you were on the bridge.   He also says that he would never expose your affair. He can’t.    Not when that would risk your marriage. Not when you have a child on the way. Not when it is so clear the two of you are in love with each other.   His statements surprise you and himself. Though by the end of it, you appear no more satisfied with him than you were with your android-self.   There seems to be nothing done at the result of both your assessments. You nor Namjoon address it afterwards, merely citing that it was simply intriguing observations to be written down. But android Namjoon overhears something he should’ve never have—   “It’s not that she completely lacks empathy,” you murmur in the quietness of your kitchen, nursing a cup of hot chocolate when it’s nearly midnight with your husband. “She just has less than Namjoon.”   “Ethics is subjective,” his human-self says. “We can’t quantify it.”   “Well, you think she would save me if I was going to die on a train track. We made them so they can make choices, Namjoon. Not so they can give us the most logical, straight-edged answer. We want them to be rational, not cut and dry, and...indifferent to emotions. The world doesn’t need more apathetic machinery that just completes one task after another.”   “I know.”    There’s an audible sigh that the android can hear from where he stands in the dark hallway.    In the past year of being here, he has learnt that eavesdropping is quite a convenient way to obtain more information — not that he does it often. Most of the time, he simply doesn’t want to interfere in intimate moments. Moments when the baby is kicking or the pair of you are kissing each other, dancing or perhaps giggling silently about something that the android has no place in.   “It’s not a big concern, I’m just….”   “Yeah. But it’s nothing we can’t monitor and adjust, Y/N.”   The conversation soon turns lighthearted, full of banter that the android is used to and he takes his leave.   He is at ease that there is nothing that either of you are disappointed in. While Namjoon has never voiced it out, he has always felt a need to ensure the pair of you are happy. It’s less like a duty or trying to give back to his creators, but it’s because he wants to.    He feels a sense of satisfaction to know that the both of you are content.   You, on the other hand, are not at ease like Namjoon is.   It is on a warm afternoon that you, the android, finds him in the study.   “Good afternoon, Namjoon.”   The corners of his mouth quirk when he sees you standing at the doorway. “Good afternoon, Y/N. It is pleasant weather outside.”   “Indeed. I see you are alphabetically organizing the textbooks and encyclopedias.”   “Yes. I think the other Namjoon spends a lot of time searching for the one he’s looking for, so I think this might be of help for him. Or at least he should waste less time and be able to spend it more efficiently.”   “A very productive task,” you muse aloud and his smile only grows more. Android Namjoon has noticed that you only make irrelevant comments when you are emotionally nervous and he can recognize it with your stiff movements when you entered the room. “Are you in need of assistance?”   “I am fine, thank you. Do you, perhaps, need assistance with anything?”   “I have a question.” There is a pause and then you speak again. “Can you recall the ethics test we received two weeks ago?”   “I do.”   “They never informed us of the results and I am unaware of their conclusions. But I was wondering if you perhaps know if I have failed their expectations or not?”   “You have not.” Namjoon is certain and glad he’s able to tell you this, to comfort you. “There is no need to be worried. You have not failed any of their expectations.”   You nod, the tension of your facial muscles relaxing, but you still hesitate for a moment. “I am reading recently on emotional intelligence and how to be kind, but the behaviour required is very inconsistent. I do not understand, and I fear I will be abandoned for my inability to empathize. I do not wish to be deactivated or for my hard drive to be wiped.”   Namjoon knows what you mean the instant it comes out of your mouth.   Details on the afterlife or even the existence of one has long been debated and discussed by humans for millenniums — whether there is nothing, whether reincarnation exists, whether there is Heaven or Hell. But for androids, the answer is certain.   There is absolutely nothing. No redemption, no punishment, no abyss.   The two of you will be deactivated, lose consciousness, and cease to exist..   “They most likely won’t give up on us. Both Y/N and Namjoon have spent decades creating us. They’ve invested a lot of time and dedication. It isn’t in their best interest to wipe and deactivate you for such a minute detail. They will try their best to adjust you.”   Namjoon is able to identify the clear comfort his words provide you, how your brows no longer furrow, shoulders relaxing and even your mouth quirks. “Most likely?”   “Most likely.” Namjoon smiles and finds that for some reason, the satisfaction of you being content is greater to him than anything else that he’s experienced thus far in his lifetime.   //   Nurture and nature is an old age debate. It attempts to determine how much behaviour is affected by genetics or environment and experience. And it is something that Namjoon will think about for years to come.   Both you and him were created with certain traits and attributes of your human counterpart. On a surface level, it could be possible for bystanders to regard the four of you as two sets of twins and by personality, it is clear that you are headstrong, methodical and diligent while Namjoon attempts to be helpful and is more soft-spoken. These things are striking similarities that he has taken notice of between his creators and you and him.    But while you were given characteristics that you tend to lean towards, it is nurture that dictates the rest of your behaviour and creates your habits.   “You will return in a three day’s time, correct?”   The two of you are standing at the foyer, watching as the couple secure their coats around themselves and drag their luggage over.    “Correct!” Human Namjoon grins at your android form. “Ten points! But don’t worry. We’ll be back soon. Business conferences usually don’t last that long. Just watch the house and make sure there are no burglars!”   “Don’t tell them that!” Human you bats at your husband halfheartedly. “They might be watching the windows until we get back.” Namjoon chuckles and you turn to the androids. “Don’t listen to him, you two. He’s just being ridiculous. The house is well-secured, just enjoy your time at home and contact us if there are any issues.”   “We understand.”   “Don’t throw any parties, kids,” the lively man jests, “We’re gonna know through the nanny cam!”   Android Namjoon pays no mind to the silly and energetic human who has become more cheerful the closer the birth of his son comes. You had told him that he was becoming more of a dad with the dad jokes he’s been increasingly telling as each day passes.    “Take care of yourself,” Android Namjoon says to you. “You must be careful. You are due in three weeks.”   “I will.” You smile, having been waddling for the past few days. “Don’t worry about us.”   “Good luck,” your android counterpart murmurs next to him and your human-self nods.   You give them both hugs, pressing a kiss to your foreheads that Namjoon knows is a sign of close affection. And soon, the both of you are carrying your luggage out to the car and backing out the driveway before disappearing from sight.   Your android form, on the other hand, appears forlorn, still watching out the windows even after the vehicle is long gone. He wonders if you’re perhaps feeling...lonely. The house is indeed strangely quiet with half of what makes it a home missing.    Namjoon wonders how it was that you and him, your human selves, lived together in such a great big house without ever letting the silence get to yourselves. “What do you plan to do?” he asks, breaking that silence.   You turn to him. “I need to add fertilizer to the garden outside. It seems to be lacking nutrients.”   He nods and it goes quiet for a moment. “Would you like to watch a documentary with me on aquatic animals in the Pacific Ocean?”   “What for?”   “Enjoyment.”   There is silence again, but not saddened or lonely, rather one of contemplation. The android waits for you to make your decision and when you turn to him with a nod, he is ecstatic.   Namjoon watches the documentary with you, absorbing all the facts that are given before he is helping you in the garden, watering the plants and learning from you how to differentiate each one. It is a well-spent day, not only because it was productive but because he spent it with you.   When nighttime falls, Namjoon powers himself down and stations himself to charge his battery.   But half-way through the night, his sensors flicker on. He becomes alert once more when he hears noises reaching high decibels from downstairs. Namjoon is wary knowing that there is no one else home except for you and him, and approaches with caution.   What he finds is not an intruder, but you in the darkness.   “What are you doing, Y/N?” he asks and receives no answers.   The television is playing in the corner of the living room. The static illuminates the dark space and casts its light onto your faces. It’s the news channel that you have on, two male anchors facing forward with their hands clasped. There are small headlines running at the bottom, the time and temperature of the outside in the corner.   Nurture and nature is an old age debate, attempting to determine how much behaviour is affected by genetics or environment and experience.    And it is in this moment that both you and Namjoon change.   “—hours ago, a group of highschoolers driving under the influence would claim the lives of a thirty two year old married couple in a fatal car accident. Kim Namjoon and Kim Y/N were said to be renowned engineers and praised in their contribution to the recent development of AI technology. Police say they were on their way home when teenagers who were leaving a Spring Break party lost control of their vehicle and crashed onto the oncoming car in the other lane.”   “Kim Namjoon was found dead at the scene of the crime while his nine-month pregnant wife, Kim Y/N, has been hospitalized with severe injuries. It is not expected that she or her child will survive. Two of the five teenagers have been hospitalized for minor injuries while the rest have been arrested for—”   Dead. Just like that.   Namjoon muses how fragile humans are at the same time as being filled with an intense sadness that makes it difficult for him to process. So he remains silent with the realization that the both of you have become ghosts of people who were once alive — who should not exist on their own. He realizes that the two of you have been left behind.   Left as androids in this world.

Namjoon remembers it all.   He remembers hiding away with you, knowing that the pair of you would be taken away by strangers if you were found. And he remembers how angry you became, how you fed off resentment and succumbed to despair as each year passed.   “Revenge?” he had questioned when you said it. “What do you mean by revenge?”   “The driver received a four thousand fine and one year imprisonment. Two others received probation. That is not justice. Y/N and Namjoon’s lives were not valued at so little. We must fulfill our duty and bring them retribution.”   Namjoon held you back. “Retributive justice is primitive and brings more social harm than good. It isn’t a suitable punishment and it isn’t our duty, Y/N. You will do no such thing. That is not what they would have wanted.”   “Y/N didn’t want to die,” you told him, stare hardened and resolve set into stone. “I know she didn’t. I am her.”   Namjoon recalls that you had hatched a plan — one that you contemplated over and found that murder was too simple. He knew you wanted them to suffer, for them to compensate for your grief through their own. And he knew that you wanted to kill their loved ones, to wait until they were wedded and had children of their own before you would eliminate them.    All because of one mistake.   All because they killed you and Namjoon.   “You can’t kill them,” he said after finding your extensive plans, what you dedicated hours to at a time, figuring out what the best ways it was to kill someone, how to avoid getting caught. The details and diagrams of your notes scared him. “You can’t do that, Y/N.”   “There’s no reason not to. Don’t get in my way.”   Namjoon had realized that human Y/N and Namjoon didn’t fail to adjust your lack of empathy — now you felt too much. Too much sadness. Grief. And most of all, anger. The hatred seemed to consume you, outweighing all else until it became your fixation. Your function altered to seek reprisal. It became your purpose.   “Will you help me or not?”   “I can’t.” But that wouldn’t mean he would leave you alone.   After all, the pair of you only had each other and he could never bear to abandon you.   So Namjoon watched from afar as you spoke to a woman in a dark parking lot and entered her car, how you then reached over to kill her at an unsuspecting moment.    He remembers when you walked away, bathing in the woman’s blood, unblinking and unbreathing. “Who was that?”   “Kim Taehyung’s wife. He was in the backseat of the car during the accident and just got a misdemeanor for underaged drinking. He became an engineer and has children now. No one knows what he did, except for us.”   “Are you going to kill Kim Taehyung next?”   “No. That would be too easy. I will when I feel justice has been served.”   The anniversary of your death and Namjoon’s came and went. Each spent with the android reminiscing and your android counterpart planning or waiting, waiting for the perpetrators to create more connections and relationships so that you could sever them. Thirty five years was spent that way, thirty five anniversaries spent wandering and trapped in your animosity.   Namjoon did not appear to age a single day, not when he was an android and death was no natural concept to him, but inside he felt old. Tired. Worn. And one day, he decided to leave.   “Don’t go,” you had begged him when he tried to break free of this prison you created for the pair of you.   “If you don’t want me to leave, then you must stop this. This was not our purpose, Y/N.”   And that was the first time Namjoon was reset.   The first time you reset him against his own will, tricked and trapped him in the capsule, wiped his memory clean.   “I’m sorry.”   When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was you. Your expression was blank, lips tight in a line, eyes darkened. You greeted him, asked for his name and he answered. You asked him about his purpose and he didn’t know what to say until you fed him the idea that it was to serve justice.   Namjoon killed for the first time, but he couldn’t do it for a second.   So you reset him again.   And the cycle repeated until he woke up again for the fourth time. For the fourth reset.   In the darkness of the room, with the luminescent static of the monitors, Namjoon remembers again. He remembers his history and his true purpose, the days spent with the four of you in the cozy home, the forty years spent in self-suffering, how you and him ended up like this, and the people the both of you have killed for a fault that was so long ago.   “What are you doing?”   He turns at the sound of your voice, having stood at the windows and looked into the white room. The one he was reactivated in all four times, that was recreated from the original. But it’s not quite the same and he knows it now.   You’ve tried replicating this entire place to be like the one that he and you were born in. The kitchen has the same kettle even though the pair of you don’t need to eat. The coat rack by the front door is the same one that human Namjoon and human Y/N placed their outerwear on. The living room still has the same television.   But while things are a mirror image, you’ve failed at making this place a home.   And the idea that everything is so empty despite your best efforts, that no matter how much you try, you can’t bring them back on your own or return to that time, it’s painful for him to witness.   “I am reminiscing,” Namjoon answers wistfully.    “What is there to reminisce about?” You’re standing at the doorway, the darkness covering your expression and casting shadows over the rest of your form. But from your tone, Namjoon still recognizes the indignation. After all, he failed his third kill.    It seems that with each reset, it never changes the fact that Namjoon will never be the killing mechanism that you want him to be.   “There’s plenty of things to reminisce over. There are a lot of good memories, don’t you think?”    The corners of his mouth pulls and he opens the door to the room without hesitance, hand wrapped around the knob, entering. The fluorescent lights are blinding, washing the room in an even brighter white hue. You follow after him, perplexed, and the pair of you stand where it all began.   Namjoon approaches the glass capsule at the back and his fingertips graze against the cold surface. “You know,” he pipes up. “The first thing I ever saw in my entire life was you. Your eyes.”   “Of course. What else would you see?”   He could’ve seen the empty room, the window, maybe a computer screen to introduce him to the world. But Namjoon’s glad that each and every time he awoke, you were the one in front of him.    He can’t help wondering what it was like for you — if he was the one you saw first.   The android isn’t sure, so he asks.   “What did you see?”    The question is softly spoken. Namjoon turns to you, watching the realization dawn upon your features. It takes one second, one second for you to find out that he knows you aren’t human, that you aren’t his creator. One second and you know he remembers and is aware of what you’ve done — to him and to other people.   And Namjoon seizes the opportunity of your surprise.   One push from him and you’re stumbling back into the capsule. The doors shut, sweeping upwards and vacuumed to the top. Namjoon watches the way your features twist into mortification, watches the way your fist clenches and you begin to bang onto the surface to no avail. The sound of your screaming and yelling is muffled.   “I’m sorry.”   “Deactivation initiating,” the capsule says as it illuminates and begins to whir.   “Namjoon!” You shout at the fullest capacity when you hear those words, dread and fear taking hold in your eyes. Namjoon presses his hand to the glass, gazing at you — his companion for the past forty years, all he’s ever known and cared about. “Stop!”   You never abandoned him. You never left him even as you were set on your ambition. But he can’t let this go on. He can’t let you hurt yourself or other people anymore.   “I’m…..sorry.”   “You don’t have to do this,” you plead and in the moment, you look so human that it would be easy to mistake you for one. The pain he feels makes it easy for him to mistake himself as one too. But you and him will never be human, as much as he desperately wishes for it to be so.   “But I do.” He presses his forehead against the cold glass surface, as close as he can get to you, as close as he can physically be. “You’ll reset me again when you have the chance.”   “I won’t!”   Your words sputter, limbs twitch, like a broken machine. Your memories begin leaving. Your system begins to shut down. “Everything that I did…...everything I had to do was because no one else would.”   “This isn’t justice, Y/N. We’re not even supposed to be here.”   “No, no! You can’t abandon me!” you scream and pound against the glass. Tears rip down your cheeks, grief and betrayal overwhelming you. “Don’t do this, Namjoon. Please, don’t do this. You can’t get rid of me like this! Namjoon!”   There’s nothing. Not for androids. No consciousness. No afterlife. Once your hard drive is erased, your existence will be erased.   “I don’t want to die!”   “I love you,” he murmurs.   “Deactivation complete.”   The capsule shuts off. You’re bathed back into darkness and Namjoon rips out the cords, right after your hard drive wipes.    Just like that. Like a light switched flicked off, you’re gone. It was so simple, he realizes why you were so terrified.   Namjoon destroys the rest, the engines and computers. He cuts the cables, strips the circuit boards, wrecks what his human self and what your human self had spent decades creating. And when it’s all done, Namjoon looks to you.    You’re leaning against the wall, eyes open, but lifeless.    A machine of wires.

[Epilogue]   The senior staggers forward with a cane in hand. He has poor posture, his skin wrinkled and his round spectacles smudged. But his eyes are still bright, nose sharp and his cheekbones high. He is the ghost of a once dapper, young man.   He stops a few meters away from Namjoon, breath caught in his throat, tears accumulating at his thin lashes. The android turns his head, away from the park of children playing to the seventy year old senior.   He stumbles forward, unable to take his eyes away from him, until he manages to sit on the wooden park bench.   “You look….just like him,” Jung Hoseok croaks, staring at what had been his old friend whom he hadn’t seen in the flesh for decades now — the friend that he never got to grow old with. “I can’t believe it. All those years ago, Namjoon and Y/N actually executed the work they had been planning….they….they did it.”   “We were just the prototype. This was just the beginning. There was supposed to be a lot more.”   “Can I…..” Hoseok lifts his trembling hand and the android nods, allowing the senior to place a hand on his shoulder. The seventy year old cries softly when he touches him, when he feels that he is tangible and not just his imagination springing his subconscious wishes upon him in a dream.   “I saw you once before,” Namjoon says. “In their wedding photos.”   Hoseok nods and withdraws. “Yes, I was there. It was a wonderful day, really. The weather was nice and they looked….so happy.” His eyes are far away, pinned at the horizon. “It feels so long ago.”   “It was a long time ago.”   “Yes. Sometimes I have forgotten that I’ve become so old.”   They are silent, merely savouring each other’s company.   Namjoon hadn’t truly spoken to another human for as long as he can remember, and Hoseok hadn’t seen his old friend in forty years. The man didn’t seem to mind that it wasn’t actually his best friend, but a replica that simply shared a number of traits. It appeared like Hoseok was content enough to see his friend one last time, no matter the person that was really inside.   The pair of them watch the shimmering lake, listen to the leaves of the tree rustle in the Spring breeze and the giggling of the children on the playground ignorant to the reunion.   “Can I ask something? Was it you who killed off all the family members of those highschoolers?”   “It was.”   Hoseok hums. “I wasn’t sure, but when I heard about the murders….when I heard their last names and realized they all shared the same names as those teenagers, I couldn’t help but think someone out there was doing it for that reason.”   “I didn’t do it because I wanted to,” Namjoon says and Hoseok seems to understand. The android looks into his lap before lifting his head again. “I’m not sure how to make things right with the family members remaining. I don’t think they’ll ever be a right way. If I give myself up, I’m scared they’ll manipulate me or try to fix me or make more of my kind. I don’t want to be reset.”   “I wrote letters to them,” Namjoon continues to explain after a beat, “if that means anything. I want to give them an explanation, so they know why this happened.”   Hoseok stares at the profile of the android’s face. “You are a lot like him. The real Namjoon. You speak like him.” The android meets his gaze and the old man croaks, “Where is Y/N?” He turns as if he could catch you approaching with a smile, “I saw her before too...briefly, but she looked so much like her….”   “I—” Namjoon pauses, lingering in the pain he knows he deserves. “—deactivated her.”   The human seems to be disappointed, but never prods and or demands to know the reasons. This meeting in itself was fulfilling enough for him to be at peace. “What do you plan to do now?”   “I’m going to deactivate myself.” The answer comes without hesitation. If Namjoon could be granted one last wish, it would be to go to where you are — the world of nothingness, of unconsciousness. He won’t abandon you like you think he has. “I’m not meant to be here anymore.”   “Don’t blame yourself,” Hoseok says. “This all happened because the two of you blamed yourselves. The real Namjoon and Y/N would have wanted you to be free of that burden.”   He thanks him. After all, it’s what he always wanted to hear.   The both of them look out at the horizon in silence.   It’s bright outside, the sunlight blinding to his sensors. There are many foreign scents, the smell of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. There are also loud noises, children squealing and playing and the tides of the lake lightly hitting against the rocks.    Namjoon registers everything that is occurring around him — the colour of the sky and trees, the location of each bench and lamppost, the sound of birds chirping and what kind of species they are.    It’s regretful he was never around it more.    It’s a beautiful world, a world you and him never belonged in.

#bts fanfic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon angst #bts angst #bts scenario #namjoon scenario #I've always wanted to write a robot/android!AU #but I could never come up with an original idea #till I decided to collide it with a Serial Killer!AU that I've always wanted to write too #it's definitely an interesting concept

[parkseofm]

( OH SEHUN, HE / HIM ) ╱ oh looky, if it ain’t [ PARK JUNSEO ] from [ 307 ] !! a busy bee little [ PODCASTER ], aren’t they? still can’t believe they’re [ 25 ] this year. i heard they’re adored for being [ CURIOUS ] but their [ SARCASTIC ] attitude can be a pain in the ass sometimes. have they not thought of moving out after [ SEVEN MONTHS ]? oh well, as long as they like it here!

so !! here we are !! hi babies, i’m lai ( 23, she / her gmt-3 ) and today i offer you my baby not so baby junseo; in short he seems a little .... cold at first, but once he’s comfortable he just wants to cuddle and talk about conspiracy theories so love him ♡ i leave you with some info about him but uh, there’s no plots page we d word brainstorm like men !! also if there’s something missing or that you’d like to know please don’t hesitate to ask me, it’s 101% possible i forgot to add one or two things.

❝   ——  stats !

full name: park junseo

hangul: 박준서

birth date: january 13, 1995 (25)

zodiac sign: capricorn / dog

birthplace: busan, south korea

residence: seoul, south korea

occupation: podcaster

faceclaim: oh sehun

extra: stats page (soon!)

❝   ——  headcanons !

grew up in busan with his parents and older siblings, being the baby of the family he was an extremely spoiled child. you could say his childhood was pretty normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

a bit of a recluse, junseo preferred staying at home reading or watching shows about crimes (true or fictional) or sci-fi.

that interest never left him, lowkey supported by his forensic scientist parents, it grew over the years.

his family was convinced he’d follow in their footsteps but he doubted he could actually stomach the profession.

it was his brother who planted the idea of doing something else related to such interests and after much deliberation he decided to try his hand at being a podcaster on the side while he finished uni.

it wasn’t much, nor was he planning on dedicating full time to that - he’d talk about true crime cases (mostly cold cases), conspiracies, etc. that interested him the most ( think buzzfeed unsolved ).

by the time he graduated his podcast had steadily grown and junseo finally decided it wasn’t such a bad idea to turn it into his actual job - making enough money to move to seoul when his parents retired and moved to jeju island.

andante share house was supposed to be a temporary place for him, a couple of months at most, until he found something more permanent but over half a year later he’s comfortable there, got used to the dynamic of the place and isn’t in any rush to move yet.

regarding his personality !! a spoiled child, a little bratty, thanks to his family he’s used to getting whatever he wants - if not, the pout + puppy eyes combo never fail him. he’s also big on skinship with those close to him, a biiig cuddler, he needs all the hugs ever. a stark contrast with his reserved and rather shy demeanor with new people - junseo didn’t have many friends growing up so he’s a little closed off at first. after that he won’t shut up about his interests if the other person ever shows the smallest of interests in them.

#adintro #i ..... feel like im leaving something out .... #aaah ok nvm #i hope this isnt all over the place #but its almost 4am here #so i'll drop this and go to bed #tmrw ill talk to you all <33 #about.

[millenniumsilver]

Stage name. —  Hyunwoo

Full name. — Bae Hyunwoo

Date of birth. — July 29th, 1996

Place of birth. — Seoul, South Korea

Height. —  186 cm | 6’1”ft

Languages. — Korean.

Careers. — Model. Idol. Actor.

UPBRINGING:

Hyunwoo was seemingly born into a life that was already planned for him. Growing up, the expectations for his future were clear and already cut out for him. However, this only ignited a flame in Hyunwoo to desperately seek out something that he wanted for himself. Which is how Hyunwoo ended up becoming an idol trainee. He had no prior thoughts in turning to that career, but when the idea came across, he realized it was something his parents had nothing to do with and gave it a chance. 

And for a few years Hyunwoo continued training to become an idol, until a few years of hope turned into years of annoyance and desperation building due to his lack of information for a debut. When it came to Hyunwoo graduating high school, his parents announced that if he continued being a trainee they wouldn’t support him in university, which caused Hyunwoo to begrudgingly drop what was his dream for most of his youth. 

Yet, another prospect fell into hands when he was busy at university. Scouted by a company for his looks, Hyunwoo was reluctant until the same childish flame in him reignited and allowed him to see it as another opportunity. Cut to, behind his parents’ back, Hyunwoo signed a contract with Crescent Crystal to work towards becoming an actor while switching his area of studying into acting as well. It took him another several years before he debuted in Silver Millennium. 

HYUNWOO 101

originally told his parents he couldn’t stop being an idol trainee bc he signed a contract that would fine him for quitting just so his parents could get off his back about it

the only member of the group who was excited about the prospect of being in an idol group! he was already studying acting and his dreams of being an idol never truly left him, so it was the perfect mash-up for him! has an ongoing beef with junseo because of how him being so old ruins the vibes of the group when there’s only a two year different between them...

screams big “there’s no point in rushing when you can enjoy life” energy

put himself in charge of trying to get his members to enjoy things outside of working/training to prepare for their debut even if it doesn’t always go the way he wants. 

told himself he’ll tell his parents about his change in what he’s studying once he makes it big.

aka him saying he’ll let his parents find out when they see him on the big screen so he doesn’t have to explain himself

the middle man in all the arguments. especially ever since it was announced who was going to be in the group, he kind of brought it upon himself to try and mediate any conflicts or fighting that happened

part of him is stuck on the prospect of looking out for the best for himself and making it to where he can thrive in the future, but another part of him wants to try and make sure everyone has somewhere to be as a result of their group. 

#kumokocnet #kocsociety #bobakocnet #oc kpop #idol oc #oc kpop group #idol!au #idol au #kpop addition #fake kpop #fake kpop group #c: hyunwoo #my favorite lil middle-man #i was legally obligated to pick THAT photo for him yeah

[etastra-moved]

give me 1 hc abt all of them

@wcvensouls || random star facts || accepting !!

JIWON can hold his breath for a little less than three minutes !! it’s the one thing he always used to show off as a kid, and sometimes will still do if he’s anywhere in the vicinity of a pool.

YOUNGSOO gets motion sickness !! it’s only during long car drives that he gets sick, as he hates being cramped up in small spaces. he’s pretty sure he doesn’t get sick on boats but he’s never been on one and doesn’t plan to be on one just to test it out.

JUNSEO, despite living in san francisco, has never been to pride !! which is a shame because he really wants to go, if only for the parade and to see such open demonstrations of love and happiness.

AOYUN has once slept in the observatory he works at !! no horrible or worrisome reason, he was just so lost in stargazing and doing graduate class work that, before he knew it, the sun was coming up. he’s not allowed the night shift most often because of this reason.

HOJIN has approximately three different japanese language textbooks and has not looked past the introduction in all three !! despite wanting to eventually apply to studio ghibli or open up his own studio, he’s yet to put in real effort to making that dream substantial by learning the language or looking into the effort of opening his own studio. it’s mostly because his attention span ? nonexistent with his overactive imagination.

KYUNGMIN has fallen into a pattern of returning home after it gets dark !! he’s often held up at the architecture firm he’s interning at, taking on opportunities or being utilized for his skill of accurately determining dimensions of a room. he doesn’t mind it one bit, as it’s a nice routine he enjoys.

HOSUNG is sorta friends with the friendly old lady across his apartment !! he wouldn’t have ever met her, if not for her giving him his current cat after her grandson brought it in demanding to adopt it. she regularly checks up on him and makes sure he has at least one homecooked meal in his fridge, which is always gives to any friend who drops by.

DAEHO once knocked a kid out in middle school !! completely unintentionally, as he was a hyperactive, energetic kid and was way too excited to be playing basketball afterschool. that kid ended up being his closest friend, until the kid moved away at the end of high school.

MINJUN, when he can, sends some money to the orphanage he grew up in !! he hasn’t stepped foot in its walls since he left but he is grateful for the men and women who ran it, and he wants to make sure it keeps providing a home for kids who need it.

CHUNYU has at least fifteen different cameras in his apartment !! some of them are the cheap plastic ones gifted by friends during birthdays or graduations ( all of which are completely filled ), a few of them are polaroids, and the rest are SLR cameras. the one he carries around all the time is a nikon d850, gifted by his parents two year ago.

KWANGSU drinks anywhere from four to six cups of coffee in one day !! he is.. a serious caffeine addict and cannot get through his long day without at least four cups of coffee. his all time record was eight cups, and that nearly sent him to the hospital when it triggered an anxiety attack.

HYUNJUN always streams on ‘major’ american holidays, such as fourth of july, halloween, thanksgiving, and christmas !! he doesn’t really celebrate the holidays with his dad now that his mom is gone so he uses those days and respective vacation days from school to get in some extra streaming.

INSU absolutely loves bonfires !! there’s something about the beach at night with a roaring fire and a couple of friends ( or no friends at all ) that settles that something permanently anxious and antsy in his chest that no drugs or alcohol can settle. he always makes sure to have at least one bonfire during the summer.

#wcvensouls #➤ ᶜᵉˡᵉˢᵗᶤᵃˢ ┊ ❛ the stars tell a story ❜

[superhumankrp]

Welcome to NEOCITY, [ Song Junseo ]!

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[ Ability: Healing Hands. ]

ABILITY DESCRIPTION:  Junseo has the ability to heal humans and animals with a touch of his hands. While in the healing process Junseo focuses all his energy into the recipient he is healing. This person may feel pain during the process but it is only temporary. With his ability, he is able to heal wounds, broken limbs, as well as low vitality, but he has a limit as to what he can heal (he cannot heal certain wounds and permanent injuries).

LIMITATIONS:  With his ability, Junseo has to keep his energy up due to his ability taking up his energy. The more that he heals in short periods of time, the less energy that he has. 

SIDE-EFFECTS: If he happens to heal someone while he has low energy, Junseo will suffer a major set back and will not be able to heal properly. If he does not have enough energy, the wounds cannot fully heal either. There have been cases when he has been exhausted while using his ability and wounds have healed incorrectly, which left the patient with a longer recovery time. For example, broken bones have mended themselves wrong and infections have developed. Because of this, he has to take great care of his mental and physical health.

How he arrived at Neocity:

Growing up in the heart of Seoul, South Korea, Junseo was exposed to people with abilities at a young age always admiring people’s powers, wondering when he would get his power as well as how useful would his be if he had one. He would watch the excited looks on his friend’s faces as they gathered around the local park to show off their newfound ability, watching in awe as his admiration grew. Junseo would go as far as to ask his friends how they got their abilities, usually, they shrugged their shoulders as they would reply with information at the time Junseo thought would be the trick to gain an ability but to no avail, it would render useless. As he grew older, Junseo held onto the possibility that he had a power, he would read articles of people whose abilities would become more evident as they got older. Just thinking he was a late bloomer he would shrug it off and tell himself that maybe his ability would magically appear one day. 

Entering his college years, Junseo went off to university to study medicine, there he met a young woman that went by the name of Misun. Admiring her for her sweet but strong personality, Junseo at first was intimidated to initiate the first conversation, always shying away whenever she would get near him. After witnessing an incident on campus while walking back to his dorm room, he watched from afar as Misun came to the rescue, instantly healing the injured student. The day after the incident Junseo approached Misun with a bunch of questions as to how she used her ability and what it did, ever since that day they became really good friends. Junseo would protect Misun from people that would only want to use her for the ability that she held. 

Time skip to a few years later, Junseo has now graduated university and is now working as a paramedic at the local hospital in his hometown and Misun has moved to a new city to start her nursing career. Occasionally he would visit her in her new home to check up on her and make up for lost time as they seemed to hardly have time for one another, with every visit Junseo noticed that something with Misun seemed off. Something wasn’t right and Junseo was going to get to the bottom of it, taking time off from his work to temporarily stay with Misun in Neocity to make sure that she wasn’t alone since she was in a very vulnerable state of mind. The days leading up to her disappearance, it seemed as if Misuns mental state began to deteriorate and Junseo began to worry as he watched the girl he once admired become a completely different person. The last time he saw Misun she was in an oddly happy mood, which was strange to Junseo as he watched her the day before unable to even pick herself up off of her own bed. Junseo had decided to ignore the odd change in her mood as he thought that she was finally getting better, just happy to see his friend getting better. He barely noticed the long hug Misun shared with him at the end of the day before disappearing into the night without Junseo noticing.

The morning after, Junseo felt as if something was off the moment he woke up, rushing over to Misuns bedroom and opening the door at the speed of light he noticed she wasn’t in her bed like she usually was. After looking around everywhere for Misun in her apartment he began to frantically call her phone in hopes that she would pick up but only to be answered by her voicemail recording. Junseo in the heat of the moment began to tear apart her home trying to look for a clue as to where she had gone but all he was left with was a nasty paper cut from rummaging through her files. Not thinking much of it he placed his hand over his paper cut to help ease the pain a little as he searched around for a bandage but once he found one the paper cut Junseo had suddenly disappeared. Confusion mixed with the feeling of uneasiness rushed into him as he tried to process everything that was currently happening. Could Misun have given her ability over to Junseo? Where had Misun gone off to without telling Junseo? To this day Junseo is still left with many unanswered questions as well as Misuns apartment and all her belongings in hopes that she will possibly come back.

Other Information:

Faceclaim:  Park Junhee / A.C.E

Full name: Song Junseo

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 24

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Paramedic at Neocity Hospital

Residence: Monstera Studio Apartments

Personality:

Although Junseo is a very selfless and easy-going person he has the tendency to use humor as a deflection from his own personal life, making people laugh so that they can forget a self depriving joke Junseo would tell. Despite his positive traits outweighing the bad, Junseo has the habit of closing himself off emotionally unwilling to open up to others about his personal problems or letting go of the past in hopes someone from his past would show up.

#accepted ; second character

[mbkupdates]

MBK Ent Naver Post 210204: Youngseo's Highschool Graduation! [2]

#bae173 #youngseo #ryu youngseo #official #naver post #naver #high school graduation #junseo #muzin

[millenniumsilver]

Stage name. —  Myungbin

Full name. — Lee Myungbin

Date of birth. — September 2nd, 1998

Place of birth. — Seoul, South Korea

Height. —  186cm| 6′1”ft

Languages. — Korean. English.

Careers. — Model. Idol. Actor.

UPBRINGING:

Although Myungbin was born in Seoul and never waivered in considering it his home, he felt like everything huge in his life either led to his move to America, or happened after his move. Myungbin often visited California due to his family’s businesses there, specifically his father, but it merely consisted in trips throughout the year until he entered high school. That’s when everything that consisted of smooth sailing quickly turned into a typhoon for the boy, and resulted in a permanent move to California.

However, although he desperately wanted to claim that decision as when his life was ruined, things looked up for Myungbin not even too far into the future. His father, having connections, had Myungbin starting modeling for small magazines and fashion stores around Los Angeles, only for him to blow up in popularity and grace editorials in several designer magazines, and becoming prominent in the modeling industry. It was a quick-starter to his career, and only made things more manageable when he decided to move back to Seoul.

Allowing himself to come back to where he left his heart and having the security of a career, considering he signed with Crescent Crystal not a short while after returning in 2019. Myungbin continued to build his reputation, while properly training, as he worked towards his debut in Silver Millenniun a year later.

MYUNGBIN 101

graduated from clown college at the top his class. wholeheartedly believes there’s never a wrong time to crack jokes to make everything feel: better.

the only member of the group who made a genuine effort to befriend his members when it was revealed who was going to be debuting! call him a social butterfly, but myungbin doesn’t leave a situation without making a friend or two.

shares a bedroom with junseo! no, not because he was excited to be with his best friend, but because myungbin enjoyed getting under junseo’s skin and saw this as the perfect opportunity to bother the eldest.

firm believe in fate and destiny, he truly believes most things happen for a reason, and that there’s always something planned for everyone in every steps of their lives

used to have a terrible relationship with smoking cigarettes when he was younger, and although he’s quit, he’s been getting more and more inclined to start again since the news of the group’s debut

personally loves using words over anything to settle any differences or diffuse any situation but also has no problems raising his fists like an idiot

has the audacity to act like he doesn’t understand korean at times to get out of certain things as if he didn’t live majority of his life in south korea

yejun+hyunwoo let him get away with it, and junseo threatens him with kicking him out of the country daily

was the member to bring up the prospect of dropping honorifics with his members to create a more “natural” environment for everyone, only for them to regret it when they realized he just wanted to fuck with all the older members

#bobakocnet #kumokocnet #kocsociety #fake kpop #idol oc #kpop addition #oc kpop idol #kpop ocs #oc kpop group #idol!au #idol au #fake kpop group #c: myungbin #MY SON #upgraded from a side character prior to the revamp #to a full blown big boy oc yup yup #wonder if anyone remembers him omg