#android jeongguk x reader

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(12).° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

🪩 Miracle Of The Season | Angel Jungkook x Fallen Angel F!Reader | OneShot | @cybrsan

🪩 There’s Only Me When There’s You | Jungkook x Reader | OneShot | @koostattoos

🪩 PRINCESS TREATMENT | JK X Reader | Series | @2hightocare

🪩 best friends..? | best friend!Jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @just4koo

🪩 Home for the Holidays | jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

🪩 Closer To You | Rich, spoilt brat!Jeongguk X Doctor! Reader | OneShot | @back2bluesidex

🪩 First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate | Prince!Jungkook X Reader | @beautifulfuckup99

🪩 What he wants, he gets | Jeon Jungkook x Reader (idol au) | OneShot | @wildestdreamsblog

🪩 Debut | sunbaenim!JK X Reader | OneShot | @yankpop

🪩 Cruel Beast | idol yandere Jungkook x Idol Y/n | OneShot | @kangmoon27

🪩 PREDESTINED | Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader | OneShot | @keen-li

🪩 ＤＥＡＴＨ | Yandere! Dark! Android! Jeon Jungkook x Widower! Fem! Reader | @pynkgothicka

🪩 Daddy Daycare | Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader | Series | @bunnyhugs77

🪩 Yours Truly | popular jungkook x tsundere f reader | @solemnreads

🪩 Cherry Flavored | Biker!JK X Reader | OneShot | @jungkookstatts

🪩 Oath | JK X Reader | Mafia AU | Series | @bangtan-yeonghon

🪩 too young | single dad!jungkook X Reader | series | @jeonggukookies

🪩 How to Get Rid of Your Virginity | badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader | OneShot | @strvngeweather

🪩 Mr. Take Your Bitch | Idol!JK X Reader | OneShot | @bunnyhugs77

🪩 Focused on her | aged jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @000jeon

🪩 sorry (not sorry) | JK X Reader | OneShot | @angelguk

🪩 ALL AT ONCE | unhinged jungkook X shy oc | Series | @muniimyg

🪩 Valentine Vixen | Stripper! Reader x Rich! Jungkook | OneShot | @bunnyhugs77

[jincherie]

a well-oiled machine | i

➛pairing: jungkook x reader ➛genre: android au, futuristic au, prostitute au, fluff, angst, smut (next part) ➛words: 14.3k ➛rating: sfw ➛warnings: none in particular in this part-- some slight drunken behaviour and an android in bad shape! hints at previous abuse ➛notes: for @cinnaminsvga !! happy birthday zee!! i wuv u uwu !! <33 enjoy your roboporn u mecha slutte -- I’m sorry its not completely done!! I’ll do my best to pull the rest out my ass asap!!! <3 <3 <3

Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought.

→posted; 20.08.2018

→ masterlist | part ii

Through the cool blue and lilac glow that fell from the holographic signs lining the streets, the fat droplets beginning to pelt from the sky and the darkness that began to linger alongside the buildings, a form was just barely visible. Jumbled and disorganised, a mess of metal and synthetic material that had seen better days was propped against a dumpster and the brick wall behind it. Hovering vehicles sped past, women in heels and men in dress shoes strode by, all oblivious to the shape hidden just inside the alley. The droplets that had sprinkled now began to pour from the heavens in earnest, and the form began to grow soaked. Water pooled across the chipped and uneven concrete, dripping and mixing with the deep, burnt violet that trickled slowly from metallic shapes that looked vaguely like limbs, the metal torn and busted, and the flesh-like material spread across it ripped and ruined. As the remaining light of day fled the sky and the distant rumble of brontide pierced the damp air, time began to run out for the form. It had been there for days, untouched by anything but nature, and while the LED light in its eyes had managed to remain, now it had begun to flicker. It was a hopeless night, a hopeless storm growing closer, and the glow of the signs’ light reflecting across the puddles was beginning to overpower the form’s own.

He didn’t have much longer at all.

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The Red Light District wasn’t a place you enjoyed visiting, nor one you frequented by choice. Rather, it was a necessary evil; just on the other side of the district lay a waste field, ripe with discarded technology and all the parts in the world a simple tinkerer like you could ever want. Normally, someone such as yourself seeking to pilfer the field for parts and goods would be refused entry, but you had the luck of knowing and befriending the owner. Mr Bang was a retired scientist, an inventor of sorts, who’d specialised in AI and had even mentored some of your friends in their studies before he reached an age where he decided it was time to leave the profession. It was, in a way, quite peculiar that he now owned and managed what was essentially a trash yard for discarded technology. From simple things like microwaves and hoverboards to the rare early-age android, He collected them and stored them. The only place he’d managed to find big enough for all his, well, junk had been the warehouse on the other side of the Red Light District. And so, that was where you had to go— actually, it was where you were trying to go right now, if the storm and resulting traffic decided to let up.

Your car was somewhat a relic of an older time, but still technologically advanced enough that it was allowed on the road with other vehicles. You’d grown up being taught to drive by your parents, and secretly longed to be able to drive your own car, but the laws in this day and age were quite clear. On roads that hovercraft and wheeled vehicles shared, only automatic, self-driving units were allowed. Gone were the days when you controlled the speed of your own car, the turns and brakes. It was nice not having to think about all of those things on the journey to your destination, but at the same time you found it gave you too much time to think. While it took more mental capacity, driving in itself was a mindless sort of activity. You liked that it quietened your thoughts, but supposed you’d just have to deal as always with how loud they were for now.

You let out a sigh as you remained in the same position you’d been in for the past few minutes, bumper to bumper with two other cars. In a day and age when crashes on the road were few and far between, you weren’t sure what the hold-up was this time. You supposed it was probably the road itself— the rain had come out of nowhere and with so much in so little time, you didn’t doubt the winding, dipping roads of this area were prone to flooding. Automatic cars were incredible in their seamless ability to drive with much less hazard, but had a flaw in their programming; some, especially older models, were so wired to uphold their passenger’s safety that they sometimes jumped the gun a little bit. In example, what was probably happening a little further up the road was that a car or hovercraft was halted before a stream or pool of water. Its sensors and computer would register danger, and would lock the wheels or engine so that the danger was not intercepted. This was problematic when the water was only a few centimetres deep and easily driven through. There was a function for events like this, that allowed the passenger to commandeer the vehicle for a few minutes and override any automatic inhibitors, but the process of accessing that setting was… tedious. In all honesty, the time it took to activate manual driving was probably what caused this back-up of traffic in the first place, rather than a road being completely flooded. Your car thrummed suddenly, engine revving softly, and you moved forward one whole car space before you halted again. Then, no doubt, the process began once more.

You were getting tired of sitting here, gazing out the window in a district where there were things you likely didn’t want to see. The rhythmic swiping of the windshield wipers could only distract you for so long before you were seeking other entertainment. The storm had momentarily interfered with the local cell towers so you couldn’t even browse the internet, and you weren’t in the mood for any of your games. You liked the mindless kind, the easy ones with a little story and detail to spice them up, but your thoughts were currently too active for something like that. So, sitting and staring out the window it was.

You were wondering if it was better to forgo a visit to the tech yard this time. At this rate you were going to tear your own hair out before you even got to the other side of the district, and you didn’t want to even entertain the thought of what it would be like beyond the blocks of buildings and maintained roads. You shuddered. Perhaps you’d give it a few minutes, and if the traffic didn’t sort itself out by then you’d head on home. It was getting late as it was anyway. Well, six o’clock in the evening wasn’t technically that late, but you’d been up since early running the store and you were eager for the day to end.

It was hard to see through the pelting rain that melted against the glass and did its very best to obscure your vision, but you still managed to catch it as a woman in a short dress and crimson heels scurried past, bag held over her head in meagre protection from the rain— until her foot lost traction on the flooded path and she slipped. You gasped, wincing at the way her knees made contact with the concrete, and were opening the door of your car with an umbrella in hand before you could give it a second thought, ignoring it as your car letting loose a string of warning noises and a soft artificial tone, ‘Miss y/n, please get back in the car. Climbing out of a moving vehicle is a safety hazard.’

Well, your car wasn’t exactly moving but she had the right idea.

You hurried over to the woman, your form instantly growing soaked in the downpour. You managed not to flinch as a flash of lightning greeted your vision and thunder boomed and rumbled above almost instantly after. Ah, the storm was right above you, it would seem.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, speaking louder so she’d be able to hear you over the rain. The woman looked up, surprised that someone had stopped to help. Her eyes were a warm cocoa that matched her auburn locks, gratitude filtering into her irises as you popped open the umbrella above her. “I saw you slip a bit in the puddle.”

The woman winced, adjusting the way she sat so her knees were removed from the rough texture of the pavement; blood seeped from the scrapes marring her tanned skin, diluting in the water pooling along the path. She accepted your hand and wobbled to a stand. You scooped up her bag for her. “A-ah, yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t slip, though. I tripped on that.”

At the last word she gestured loosely, hands then returning and brushing tentatively over the torn skin on her knees. Your gaze followed the movement, surprise filtering through you at the sight of something metallic a few feet away, gleaming in the glow of the holographic sign above you. You squinted through the rain, trying to discern what it was. The urge to investigate tickled under your skin, tugging your sternum, but you forced yourself to remain where you were by the woman.

“Ah,” you murmured, blinking as you returned your attention to the situation at hand. You passed her the umbrella. “Here, you can have this— my car is just over there. Do you need help walking…?”

The woman blushed, shaky hands dusting her soaked dress as though there would be real dust clinging to the fibres in this weather. A little concern budded within you as you caught sight of her skin again and worried that she was beginning to turn a little blue.

“N-no, thank you though,” she held her hands up, and you winced as you caught the scraped skin of her palms. She took the umbrella from you with a sheepish look. “I’ll be ok. Thank you very much for helping.”

“If you’re sure,” you smiled, passing her the bag you’d picked up; she accepted it with a shy grin. “And it’s no problem. Try not to trip again.”

She let loose a giggle and agreed, offering a brief wave before she was off once more, trekking through the rain at a slightly slower pace now that she had an umbrella to stop her getting soaked. You, on the other hand, were now suffering for your generosity. You didn’t mind though— this was the excuse to go straight home that you’d been looking for, and you weren’t one to turn down an opportunity when it was so nicely presented to you.

Although, before you went back to your car…

You checked behind you quickly, and once assured that traffic wasn’t about to move again anytime soon, you dashed forward in the rain to the alley where the item lay that had tripped that poor lady. It grew clearer the closer you got, and it wasn’t long before you were halting in surprise.

A… hand?

Realisation quickly dawned on you as you caught sight of a thick cord attached to the bottom that lead further into the alley. An android— but what was an android doing here with its hand almost completely severed?

In all honesty, there were a number of likely explanations— androids weren’t human, and as such there were many legal… loopholes, with things one could get away with— and your heart hurt at the thought of every one of them. You quickly ducked into the alleyway, now just barely shielded from the rain by the brick wall of the building to your right. The alleyway was illuminated only by the glow of the holographic signs at the edge of the building, a dim blue and violet cast all you had to go off as you crouched and peered at the large lump before you. It took you a moment to take it in.

It appeared to be a male, of unclear make and model. Your heart throbbed in your chest— god, it was in absolute pieces. There wasn’t a single inch of its form that hadn’t been beaten or damaged. The synthetic material covering its outside was ripped and frayed, stained deep plum from the fluid that ran through droids like blood, the metal frame bent and dented and, in some places, even torn. You knew it was just an android, but the thought of anything— anyone going through something like this, no doubt at the hands of their owner, made your heart ache.

Your gaze scanned its form, sadness gathering within you at each new detail you took in— until you halted, surprise catching your breath in your throat. With the amount of damage this android had sustained, you’d thought it would no doubt be, well, dead. But the dim, flickering light you caught glowing behind closed lids ceased those thoughts— he was hanging on, clinging to life against all odds.

The light was weak, just barely there, and you knew that if you left him here he would die. If he had already gone, you might have taken him for parts— it was a better fate than leaving his frame to rust and decay. But now, knowing that he was alive… you had to help him. You tinkered for a living, you fixed things, repaired things— it was a family thing. In your mother’s case, the things she specialised in fixing were androids. And now, knowing that you had the skills, the knowledge, the opportunity to help one— you couldn’t leave it, couldn’t leave him. Your mother wouldn’t have, and you wouldn’t either.

You moved quickly, not wanting the android to have any more exposure than necessary to this atrocious weather. Thunder rumbled above you once more as you shimmied out of your soaked jacket, using it to gather and wrap up the parts of him that were closest to falling off. Some of his limbs might have been hanging dangerously, some panels popped loose, but for the most part everything was still attached in some way— even if it was only by a few wires or cords. You gathered his pieces, jacket wrapped around him to keep them together, and slipped your arms around his form to heave him up with a great huff. He was heavier than you anticipated, much heavier, but you’d be able to make it to your car okay.

You peered over your shoulder, through the rain, and upon confirming your car was still where you left it, you grasped the android tight and hurried over, wary of slipping in the various puddles. In the short time you’d been out of the car, the relentless downpour seemed to have made them grow deeper.

Your car beeped at you, politely requesting you get back inside as you popped the back door open and carefully laid the android’s cold, slack form across the backseat. Once sure he was safely secured, you shut the door and opened your own, diving into the seat and out of the rain, shivering a little. Right, well. That wasn’t how you’d expected this evening to go.

With cold, stiff fingers, you tapped the navigation panel and input your home as a new destination. The car hummed in affirmation, hot air beginning to blast as it read your significantly lowered body temperature. You allowed a smile as the car shifted and scanned the area before the wheels turned and it was performing a u-turn when safe— you were really beginning to appreciate these automatic vehicles a lot more.

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Laid across your workbench like this, all of his pieces rearranged to where they should be, you had to acknowledge that the android was handsome.

You’d connected him to a power port to stabilise his system as soon as you’d arrived home, and now you were talking a moment to admire the sight before you. The level of detail and dedication present in his features, in each suture of synthetic skin and weld of metal framing. You were in awe that someone besides yourself, besides your family, had taken such pride and care in their work— it wasn’t common nowadays, when most things were made by machines. Even for an android, it was difficult to emulate the level of attention to detail present in the works of someone who truly loves and enjoys their craft.

The android— model JK01-97, as you’d seen from the inked code on the inside of the wrist that was still attached to his arm— was almost a work of art. The skin, while you knew it was synthetic, felt real to the touch, and the hair shone beneath your work light with all the radiance of authentic, healthy locks found on humans. The line of thick lashes that crossed and clumped lightly, the sculpt of the brows and face— it was the kind of complete beauty that couldn’t be found in factory perfect androids, modelled after the impossibly image of beauty humans always strived for. His lips were uneven in their fullness, cupid’s bow pronounced, and his skin— the parts that weren’t damaged— was a lovely golden and had the occasional cute freckle decorating it.

It hadn’t been long since you’d arrived home with the android, and as a result you hadn’t had the time to really do anything yet. Your gaze swept over his form, the ripped clothing over his legs and his bare feet. Only pants… had his other clothes been so badly damaged they’d just fallen away? And his collar… most androids had collars with tracking chips in them so that their owner could find them in the event they were ever stolen, but this one… his throat was bare, though there was a slight discolouration on the skin that showed where the collar had been. You let out a sigh, the sight confirming what you’d thought all along; it had been his owner that did this to him— took the chip, beat him and then discarded him like nothing more than a cheap toy. You frowned, hand lifting from your side.

“I’m so sorry they did this to you, JK,” you said softly, brushing the soft raven strands from his forehead. The synthetic skin was stained plum where it was busted open, the android equivalent of blood having seeped out of the lesion. The informal name was Violet Blood, since that was essentially what it was, but it was more technically known as AMF— Android Maintenance Fluid. Not the flashiest name, but it did its job.

You watched as the thin ring that usually ran around the outer edge of an android’s irises glowed dim, deep blue beneath his eyelids. That colour indicated that he was currently in a state similar to very, very deep sleep, or really something more like a coma. It was a state their systems initiated when circumstances were unideal and the need to survive overran the need for more or less ‘conscious’ control. It was as though they went into standby, hibernated, until conditions were ideal once more. This meant when the stressors were gone, and the body was in optimal condition for operation again.

So, for this android— JK, as you’d begun calling him from his model number— to wake up, you needed to fix his body up. His frame, his skin, his wiring and circuitry were all you’d noted to be damaged so far, and you hadn’t even gotten to run scans on his programming and system state yet… you certainly had your work cut out for you. Could you really do it? You’d never fixed an android by yourself before...

Your gaze flicked up, to the right corner of your desk where a holographic picture frame sat. At the sight of your mother in movement, glaring playfully at the camera with the corner of her lips betraying her expression and twitching into a smile before she grinned brightly and waved, you returned your gaze to the figure laying prone before you with a renewed sense of determination. You could do it; it might take some time, and some patience, and probably a fair bit of money, but you could do it.

You adjusted the strands that fell over his forehead, brushing off a speck of dust from his cheek.

“I'll do my best to fix you, JK,” you vowed, tone conveying how serious you were. “I promise.”

And do your best, you did.

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First, you decided, was the frame.

The android’s metal framing was, in a word, wrecked. It was dented, wrangled, and had taken more abuse than you’d thought possible. Considering it was so deep inside of his form, covered by layers of wires and cushioning materials, it was somewhat hard to gain the access you needed to fix it as best as you could. You had to carefully strip back synthetic skin and the harder casing beneath, part the wires and cords that acted as makeshift tendons and ligaments. The only experience you had in this area was when you’d accepted a job to repair some animatronics for an old restaurant franchise that extended from a brand of cinemas. It was similar in essence, but in details… there were more differences than you could count.

It was an activity that required a lot of time and a lot of patience, since you didn’t want to damage any part of him more than it already had been. The fact that you put such care into sorting out the frame, fixing kinks and welding the parts that had torn back together, meant that it took much longer than you originally thought. In amongst your daily tasks and jobs that came from running a second-hand goods and repair store, it took you over a week to completely adjust his frame. But once you were done, at no extra cost to the android, you were excited— the frame was more or less like the bones. Now that you had stable grounds to work on, you could get to the other areas.

As you’d gone along, you’d cleaned the android’s form wherever you were working. But now, as you settled before him once more with the bright warmth of a Saturday morning sun cast across your side, you decided he deserved to be cleaned properly before you continued to the next stage.

“God…” you winced as you brought the damp cloth across his forehead, wiping away the plum and lilac stains that marred his skin. His AMF levels had dropped enough that he’d stopped ‘bleeding’, but the sight of it still wasn’t entirely pleasant. “How could someone do this to you…?”

You couldn’t fathom how someone could expend all the money it required to purchase an android, and then treat it so poorly. It baffled you, but also angered you— with how advanced they had become in recent years, you grew more and more uncomfortable with the fact they were treated with such disregard. At this point, models were in production that could emulate a similar version of the care a parent felt for their child— nanny bots, of course. How long before they went too far in their endeavours and their creations were too human to fit into the box society had created for them?

For some reason, you found yourself talking to the android, JK, more often than you talked to yourself. You thought that perhaps it was the fact he looked so real, so human, that the idea of having company even if it was currently somewhat comatose was better than having no company at all, as it usually was. You weren’t always lonely, per se, but some days you certainly felt it more than others. It was just the way things were, you supposed.

“I’ll have to ask Seokjin if he has a manual for you,” you hummed as you went, talking to both yourself and him. The dark blue LED blinked behind his eyelid. You brought the cloth to his skin over and over, removing the unsightly, crusted stains. AMF was oilier than human blood, had a bit of a sheen, but it came easily off his skin. “I think I know what parts you’ll need, there’s a few that need replacing and some are missing, but I think it would be better to check. You seem… like a special model.”

You tilted your head as you stepped back to dip the cloth in the bucket beside you and wring it out; the water was dyed purple from the fluid that had gathered on the rag, colour dripping from your clenched fist. You allowed one hand to hold it, letting it drip dry for a second, and used your other to run your fingers softly over the planes of his face, almost with a sense of reverence.

“The amount of detail and care in your make… It’s really incredible, JK,” you told him, catching sight of a smudge you’d missed and wringing the rest of the soapy water out of the rag. You dabbed the mark away, resuming your task of cleaning the stains from his form as you spoke. “I really hope I can restore you. You seem like a really advanced android— and you’re almost a work of art, you know. I wonder who made you…”

There were a few companies that made androids, but they were all essentially owned by the same people. Each company hired different scientists, different employees, and tailored to different areas. In your whole life, though, you’d never seen an android, living or dead, as advanced or as detailed as JK. The desire to know what he was designed for, and who made him, burned deeply within you.

Seokjin, someone you’d known a long time, was one of the friends that had studied under Mr Bang. You could never quite remember which company he worked for— didn’t even know if he was allowed to tell you, technically. Not that that had ever stopped him running his mouth— but you knew he was excellent at his job and had a real passion for creating the AI, modelling their bodies and bringing them to life. He had a team that worked with him, some also your friends and a few you didn’t know, but he was usually the head of the projects. You would have to ask Seokjin about a manual, so you could look at the right parts, and if you couldn’t get one through him you’d probably have to hit up Mr Bang. You didn’t doubt he had a fair few collected and lying around from his years in the profession and time spent collecting junk.

“Ok, you’re all clean now and as handsome as ever,” you muttered to the android lying prone and asleep across your workspace, feeling very much like you were talking to a child who couldn’t yet respond back. “Now, I need to get your parts… and for that I need a manual. I can’t hook up your wires without all your pieces back inside you.”

This halted your little project for a few days, along with the fact you received a sudden influx of orders for repairs and fixes that came in through your shop. It wasn’t that hard, running a store on your own, but it was times like these where you had things going on in the background that you really felt it the most. It was only a mild inconvenience, but you were nonetheless glad when you finally managed to get your hands on a manual for JK.

It had been surprisingly hard to find one, and Mr Bang had been the one to help you; Seokjin was currently wrapped up in a big project and you hadn’t been able to get a hold of him. You’d both scoured long and hard, and you didn’t understand why it was so hard to find a manual for JK when there was a plethora of manuals available for all other makes and models— that is, you didn’t understand until you actually read JK’s manual. It was somewhat in pieces, sections missing, but enough was there for you to get most of the information you needed; it was the only one you were able to find, so you’d have to make do.

JK01-97, was part of a special line of androids and, essentially, one of a kind. While not the only one in the JK line, he was the only one of his specific make and model. You’d heard a bit about this line from Seokjin, an extension of the J branch, how each model was the only one in the world to look like that and have that specific personality. It explained the level of detail, commitment and care that you saw in him— he wasn’t just one of a hundred or more, he was the only one of his model to ever be made. His creator took pride in him, and knowing that just saddened you even more at the fact that whoever bought him had then treated him with such disregard and trashed him to such a degree. He deserved better.

Once you had the manual, you were able to begin ordering parts. There were chapters of the manual missing, pages and pages, but all the sections on mechanical components were present and that was good enough for you. Unfortunately, one of the missing sections was the one that covered functioning and purpose, so you still didn’t know exactly what JK had been made for. You supposed you’d find out once he was awake, given you managed to actually fix him.

You ordered the parts you needed, and one by one they began to arrive, with the occasional, expected delay. It took around two weeks for all of the parts to arrive; already this project was beginning to take longer than you usually spent, but you could tell in the end it would be worth it. In the meantime you worked on other things, small devices— the occasional holoframe, phones, a busted coffee machine, even. Your days weren’t overloaded but you were kept busy, and your account was kept full. You did your best to monitor the android in between jobs, making sure his condition didn’t worsen somehow. It was unlikely, but you’d rather be on the safe side.

As soon as you had all the parts, the android JK became your number one priority once more. Since you’d fixed his frame first and gotten the manual, you now had a stable guideline for where you were placing what. Androids were incredibly complex creations, you knew this, but JK… he was something else. You began to notice now as you worked that after you’d cleaned his synthetic skin, it began trying to fuse back together on its own. It was fascinating, the way you watched a small cut draw closed seamlessly, fibres reaching for the other side and binding as soon as they made contact. The way it smoothed over, like there’d never been a cut in the first place, reminded you oddly of the way kinetic sand would move and mould itself back together.

Bolts, screws, little pieces of technology that might have been hard to get a hold of if you didn’t have the contacts you did; bit by bit you put JK’s insides back together. He was missing a few important parts, but most of it was just the odd bolt, gear or wire. His computer system seemed to be intact, but you wouldn’t know for sure if anything was damaged until you hooked him up and ran some scans. That would be the last part of the process, though. You had a little while to go before you were at that point.

You were prone to humming as you worked, singing if you found yourself in a good enough mood, and it was no different as you worked on JK. Compared to the wait time for the parts, it didn’t take long at all for you to put them back where they belonged and fix them in place. You were done in just over a week, to your pleasant surprise. You were excited to move onto the next part— fixing his wires and circuitry was probably the part of the whole process that came easiest to you, after all. Most of the devices you tinkered with on the daily had wiring and you’d come to be pretty well versed in the reparation of items that relied heavily on it.

Idly, as you completed your last task to do with the repair of his parts, you thought that were your mother here to see your work, she’d probably be proud. The thought brought a slight mist to your eye, and your gaze was side-tracked to the holoframe on your workbench before you blinked it back and returned your attention back to JK’s abdomen. Right, things to do. You could get sentimental another time.

His body had been sculpted in a way that was very visually appealing, and while you could appreciate it, you had to wonder what purpose it served. Usually androids were only built with features that directly served the purpose for which they had been made. But, you supposed, the creator of this android had really just gone above and beyond in each and every aspect, you wouldn’t be surprised if there hadn’t been any real reason for it. It happened like that, sometimes. Art was prone to taking on a mind of its own when its creator was immersed and in love with their craft.

Wherever there had been dents or lacerations across his body, you’d attended to the wires that had been damaged as a result, starting on the peripheral and moving inwards. This, while it came easier to you, was still a painstakingly slow process; and while juggling this project with your own work and the shop, it ended up taking several weeks to work your way over the entirety of his body. You tried to do a little every day, but some days you were just too tired, too exhausted, to give the amount of attention and focus needed for the job. You always made up for lost time though, the next day more often than not consisting largely of working on JK. Now you were on the final area, a panel hidden in his abdomen that had been dented inwards and was unable to seal back as the rest of his form did, and were going over the clusters of wires and connections. You’d slipped on a pair of spectacles that magnified your vision and helped you focus, and had spent the better part of a week on this section alone.

Each bundle was grouped specifically and with purpose, and you had to be careful that they weren’t separated or lost from their group. The wires might have been colour coordinated, but that was only in regard to the sections they’d been sorted into; this meant there were double-ups on colours and it would be very difficult to sort one from the other should they get confused. Hence, the amount of time you’d spent here, carefully sorting and repairing wires and circuitry as needed. Your effort and patience paid off, however, and eventually you were finishing, popping the dent out of the panel and watching with fascination as you set it in place and the skin fused as you’d seen it do before, his abdomen soon showing no sign that the panel even existed.

You smiled, proud of how much progress you’d made so far as you gazed upon his form before you. You’d spent the a little over two months altogether working on this android, doing your very best to repair him, and very soon you would be done— it was something you could hardly believe. You were excited, anxious to see if the time and toil you’d poured into fixing this robot had paid off. A gaze to the side where the window sat told you perhaps you’d pushed it a little too close this time, the barest hints of the morning sun beginning to peek across the horizon outside. You let out a sheepish chuckle.

“Whoops,” you murmured, fighting a yawn. “Got a bit too carried away, I suppose. I better sleep— the shop isn’t going to run itself tomorrow, after all. Although, before I go to bed…”

You hummed in thought, allowing your hand to rest gently on his shoulder, finger tapping softly against the skin. As expected, he didn’t stir, remaining motionless on the table. The only thing left to do was run scans and do a full sweep of his system to see what had been affected and what would need to be repaired. Androids had a self-repair function for their programs and processing systems, but if the damage was bad enough there was the possibility you’d need to step in and repair what you could so that it could kick in and take over. Most of the damage he’d taken seemed to be external— you hadn’t had to fix the wiring as much as you had the frame, although both had been in a poor condition in their own ways.

With the technology at your disposal, it wouldn’t take long to perform the initial scan, and it would be good to know what you were working with. So, without much resistance on your end, you decided to perform it now, before you went to bed.

“I think I’ll do the scan now,” you voiced your thoughts aloud, for the android’s sake if nothing else. You didn’t think he could hear you, he was essentially comatose after all, but it felt… right, although you weren’t sure why. “We’re so close to being done, JK. I hope I��ve done enough.”

You hummed a half-hearted tune as you lifted his arm, taking his wrist into your grasp and pressing right where the vein would be in a human. There was a soft pop and shick! as a tiny panel, about the size of your thumbnail, revealed itself before your eyes, lifting vertically before it slid back over the skin of his forearm. You’d hooked JK up to a power source as soon as you arrived home with him so many months ago, but to scan his systems you’d need a different sort of connection. Holding his wrist in one hand, you used the other to fish amongst your tools for the cord you needed.

You let out a soft, victorious noise as you found it, quickly taking it into your grasp and pushing the thin needle into the receiving jack in the android’s wrist. You tapped your tablet, the screen lighting immediately, and slid your finger over the scan button. Immediately, there was a sudden hum and warmth washed down the android’s arm; you watched in awe as a faint purple, rosy hue lit beneath his skin in a pattern so pretty it could almost rival the stars. The LED beneath his eyelids flickered beneath deep blue and rosy violet. The screen of your tablet flashed, telling you that it was beginning the holistic system scan.

It didn’t take long at all for it to complete, thankfully (you might have wanted to continue working, but even you couldn’t deny how exhausted you were), and soon you were sitting, looking upon its results with an expression of concentration. Your teeth found your lip as you swiped through the report, taking in the information rapidly. Most of his systems were intact, if a bit damaged, but one in particular had been severely compromised. A shard of sadness wedged itself into your heart— his memory centres had taken a blow, and while you didn’t know what specifically he had lost or exactly how much, you knew from the scan that it was a lot of data. You felt terrible, despite the fact you knew it more than likely wasn’t a result of your fiddling but of the initial abuse he’d suffered.

Even in your tired state, your fingers managed to fly across the screen with ease. You breezed through his other results, before coming back to the ones that were affected. The others would be able to self-repair; the memory centres would be able to as well, but before you even attempted to task his system with that you’d need to do a bit of work. There was significant data loss, most of which you had no idea how to fix or retrieve, but there were some pathways you could reconnect manually on your own. You did your best with this for a while, finally stopping when your eyes blurred and sunlight began to peek through the window, unable to continue even if you wanted to.

You’d done what you could, now the rest of it was up to him. You stood, stretching your tight, tired limbs and letting loose a loud yawn. It was finally time for bed, but before you went…

“I’m going to go now,” you murmured to the android, reaching for your tablet and tapping across the screen— JK’s systems processed the command for a moment before they initiated self-repair as you’d told them. Purple glowed beneath his skin once more, and you let another soft smile slide across your face. “I’ve done what I can… I hope it’s enough. It’s up to you now, bud. I think you can do it— you hung on in that alley for lord knows how long, you can do this.”

You swallowed, feeling oddly emotional as you gazed upon his form. You didn’t have the words to put to the feeling currently making your eyes water and heart squeeze, and didn’t bother attempting to analyse it right now. You’d worked so hard, he’d worked so hard by clinging to life in that alley for so long before you found him— the fact that there was a possibility he still wouldn’t wake up was almost inconceivable to you. You bit your lip, brushing the hair from his forehead tenderly before, after a moment’s deliberation, you bent and pressed a soft kiss to the skin.

“Sleep well, JK,” you said softly, gazing upon the strong planes of his face with a fondness you hadn’t known you possessed for him— he was an android, but you’d spent the better part of two months tending to his every need and wound, repairing him, fixing him, healing him… it was hard not to grow attached in that time. “I look forward to meeting you whenever you wake up.”

With that you stood and allowed your body to stretch once more, before you began to shuffle out. You hit the light on the way out, the dim glow beneath JK’s skin the only thing illuminating the room now save for the trickling sunlight beginning to peek through the window. You cast one more look his way, chest stirring, before you exited your workroom and allowed the door to close behind you. The trip to your bedroom was spent in a tired daze, and you slipped into your comfiest pair of pyjamas before flopping onto your bed and wriggling comfortably beneath the covers.

You were out the second your head hit the pillow.

Your sleep was deep, and wholesome, and when you woke it wasn’t exactly with full coherency. You yawned, registering the deep sunlight streaming from your window, between the blinds you’d forgotten to close, and the warmth you were encased in as a result. It was just shy of toasty, and you were tempted to stay where you were before your stomach gave a loud, undeniable protest and you were slipping from the bed reluctantly. You tried to remember what you had in your cupboard— you’d been so wrapped up in your work these past weeks you’d forgone a few grocery trips and social outings. You were sure to be feeling the results when you made it to the kitchen—

Hold on.

You halted in your hallway, head tilting as you strained your ears. The slightest, softest shuffling could be heard, gentle cluttering of cutlery against a hard surface— there was someone in your kitchen? You were too tired for the alarm to really sink in, but you were definitely more awake as you continued down the hall quietly, peering around the doorway once you reached the room in question. Your mind ceased for a moment as your gaze fell upon the source of the noise and a gasp fell from your lips, but you didn’t have any longer than that to process it.

The figure in your kitchen turned around, apparently having heard your soft intake of breath, and upon catching sight of you standing in the doorway a bright smile lit across their face.

“Creator!” it was a strikingly familiar male, but the contrast between how you were used to seeing him, across your workbench, to how you were seeing him now, upright and rushing towards you, gave you whiplash. You didn’t have time to prepare as the android you’d been repairing for months, who was now apparently awake, came careening across the kitchen space and into you, his arms wrapping around your form tightly and holding you close.

You let out a soft ‘eep!’ as he buried his face in your neck, swaying you in the hug— he was an android, what was he doing? He was hugging you, like— like he was feeling overwhelmed with joy, or— or emotion. That wasn’t… that shouldn’t be possible!

Your body acted out of habit and muscle memory more than anything as your arms came up to embrace him back, thoughts whirring as you tried to comprehend the current situation. “...JK?”

The android pulled back, a sheepish smile tugging his lips as he released you— your heart fluttered at the detail his creator had put into his face now that you got to see it in action. The wrinkle of his eyes as his whole face smiled, cheeks lifting and bunny teeth peeking from behind his lips. God, his eyes shone, LED around his iris glowing soft lilac. That light was the only thing that betrayed the fact this man was not human.

“You’re awake, creator,” the was such glee in his tone, something in your chest clenched. He shouldn’t be so— so emotive! This… you’d never seen anything like this. It was like you were talking and interacting with a real human; it felt surreal. “I was waiting for you.”

“I’m not your creator,” you murmured, eyes wide as they swept over his form. Everything seemed to be running fine, normal, but… was this normal? In this world and society, no. But was this normal for him? Had he always been like this? Were these detailed emulations, or had something in his programming mutated to allow him to feel genuine emotions? Your mind was reeling.

JK’s head tilted, dark doe eyes holding your own as the ring around his iris ran soft blue. “No, you’re not,” he admitted, appearing for the first time to act like you knew androids to act. “But you are the one that fixed me. You made me anew.”

Your mouth parted; you didn’t have a response to that. The android was quick to read your expression and attempt to decipher it.

“But… if you do not wish to be called that,” he began, a tentative note in his voice, “What shall I call you? Owner? Mistress?”

Heat rushed to your face, embarrassment causing you to stumble over your words slightly. “My name is fine— you can call me y/n.”

“y/n,” the android echoed, as though testing how it rolled from his tongue and lips. A bright smile suddenly split his lips and your heart nearly faltered at the sight of it alone. “Thank you, y/n, for fixing me.”

And with that the android took you into his arms once more, and you were left just as confused and baffled as before.

What the hell did you do now?

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In the two days since JK had risen from his comatose state, you’d learnt a lot— both about him, and in general.

You’d wanted to run another scan to see how his systems were doing, but he’d grown sheepish and assured you that he was already running scans and his damaged systems were in the process of self-repairing. You’d asked about his memories, and with a somewhat indecipherable look he informed you that while he had some, he had lost a majority of them. He couldn’t remember where or what he did before you found him, couldn’t remember his owner or creator. He hadn’t had a name before you found him, but you had a feeling that if he did he wouldn’t remember that either.

Everything you’d expected to experience when your project woke up had been promptly thrown out the window the second you’d found him in your kitchen two days ago. It was very apparent from the get-go that JK was unlike any other android you’d ever seen or even heard of. Aside from those first few hours, the android hadn’t displayed any other intense bouts of emotion, but there was a quality about him that led you to believe he was still feeling. Soft smiles that didn’t feel programmed, but that reached his eyes— the way those eyes would light upon seeing you, and the LED would flicker summer orange. There were little details in his speech and movement, and honestly you were still reeling. Had he been made this way? Was he the greatest achievement to-date in technological advancement? Or had he been made like any other android, and his software, his programming, had mutated? The possibilities were endless, and you didn’t know where to begin looking to find the answer.

One thing you noticed, in particular, was that JK was surprisingly clingy. There was hardly a minute that went by without him by your side or doing something for you around your house. He was very helpful, and it was all of his own volition; not once had you told him to clean— quite the opposite, really— but he’d taken it upon himself to do it anyway. You’d asked him about it on the second day of walking into the kitchen to catch him doing your dishes, and he’d offered you a soft smile, the ring around his eyes glowing warm lilac.

“You have been kind to me,” he’d said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Kinder than most people. I want to pay you back some way, even though this isn’t much...”

You’d had to leave before he picked up the increase in your heart rate and the flustered flush across your cheeks, a hurried ‘thanks’ thrown his way. He’d happily returned to his task, unbothered by your sudden departure aside from a slight furrow in his brow to indicate confusion.

Your third day with the android you’d saved from the street, and you were beginning to get used to having him around. Once you got past the initial display of emotion that had thrown you so, you noticed a lot more robotic tendencies that he had. He was still a machine, an android, but with each flash of emotion across his face you began to play with the idea that perhaps, realistically, he wasn’t too far from human after all. With so much going on in your head, so many thoughts struggling to make themselves known, you hadn’t really gotten to sit down and spend some time with your new housemate. It saddened you a bit; you wanted to know a bit more about him, wanted to talk to him. Ever since he’d woken your interest had been piqued and you wanted to learn everything there was to know about your android.

It was cool afternoon when you finally succumbed to the urge that had been calling beneath your skin the past few days. After a moment of deliberation, you halted your current activity, dropping the tools from your hands and listening as they made soft clinking noises upon impact with your workbench. JK, who had been standing behind you ramrod straight as he gazed over your shop and the shelves upon shelves of trinkets and devices, jumped at the sudden noise. His head whipped around just in time to see you turning, removing the plastic gloves you sometimes wore to protect your hands from oil. A trace of surprise registered across his features, the ring around his iris running green as he processed your current actions.

“You are finished?” he queried, peering over your shoulder before his brows furrowed, eyes returning to your own. “But the phone is not fixed… it is odd for you to take a break so early into the project. Is something the matter?”

You tried not to show how flustered you were that he knew your habits so well after only three days with him. “It’s not, but I’ll come back to it later. Nothing is wrong.”

You offered a smile, “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

The android seemed taken aback, mouth falling open. “With me?” he echoed, brows drawn together. “But why?”

“Because I find you interesting,” you answered easily, reclining in your work chair while trying not to let it spin. “And I want to know more about you. You’re not like many androids I’ve seen, JK.”

The android shuffled, and you wondered if he was possibly feeling discomfort of some sort. You’d seen him display some emotions— were they limited? Could he only feel a set amount?

“JK,” he echoed once more, gaze averting before it returned to your face, somewhat bashful. “I remember you calling me that while you worked on me. Why?”

You were surprised at his words, your eyes widening a little. “I didn’t know if you had a name, and I didn’t want to just call you android. It felt rude. I took it from your model number, see?”

You reached for his wrist, turning it so he registered the numbers there. He made a soft sound of understanding. You spoke again, though, curious about something he’d said, “Did you say you could hear me while I worked on you, while you were unconscious?”

The android hummed, nodding. “Yes. It wasn’t a constant stream, but I remember hearing some things…” he paused suddenly, stammering a little. You could have sworn his cheeks tinted pink. “In particular… I really liked your singing.”

Heat washed over your face at once, embarrassment making you want to shrivel and die. Oh, you’d forgotten you’d done that while you worked.

“...Thank you,” you managed to squeeze out amongst your urge to throw yourself from the nearest building. The android smiled, and your head tilted as you voiced your previous thoughts, “Why did you ask about being called JK? Do you not like it? If not, I can stop.”

“No!” the android burst, barely a moment after the words left your mouth. He looked alarmed, eyes wide and LED flaring yellow. “I- I like it... I’ve not… had a name before. Please, do not feel as though you have to stop.”

You couldn’t help the sad smile that tugged your lips, “That’s sweet of you,” you said, watching his LED shift from yellow to sunset pink at the barest hint of praise you offered. “But it’s still a bit awkward for your first ever name… how about we compromise.”

JK tilted his head, curious as to what you were going to propose. You reached for your tablet, turning in your chair slightly; you could have sworn you felt his gaze burning along your waist, but dismissed it as paranoia. Returning to a normal sitting position, you beckoned the android closer and he was eager to comply with your wishes.

Your fingers tapped quickly across the thin, crystal clear display, and soon the page you desired was up before your eyes. You watched as the male’s gaze swept across the screen before darting to you, surprise filtering across his features.

“... Names?” he appeared as though he was trying to fight the smile tugging his lips, but it was a losing battle. His bunny teeth sank into the soft, plush skin of his bottom lip. “You are giving me a real name?”

You nodded, unable to help your own smile as he beamed in response. “Yep, but you can choose your own— choose whichever you like! I think since we started with JK, names starting with J will suit you.”

JK’s cheeks appeared to colour, his eyes eagerly finding their way back to the screen, rings soft lime. It took him only a moment to scan through the list you’d pulled up, hand lifting as he pointed to a section. “I like these.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, looking over the ones he’d chosen. The fact he’d pointed out more than one meant he probably wanted you to have at least some say in his name, and the thought warmed your heart thoroughly. “Oh, I think those would really suit you. I think… Jungkook? Oh, wait, actually I think the other version would suit you better…”

The android was looking at you with wide eyes as you turned to him, analysing his appearance for a moment before smiling. “Yeah, I think Jeongguk suits you better. What do you think?”

“I love it,” he beamed, and it was as though you could feel the warmth, the elation, just from looking at it. “Thank you, mistress.”

You squeaked, cheeks flushing hotly as you bopped his arm gently. “J— I told you to call me y/n!”

The android laughed, stepping back and resuming his previous position peering over your shoulder. The barest hint of mischief gleamed in eyes that flickered between lilac and pink, and it was with flushed cheeks and a flustered disposition that you returned to your current project. He was awfully cheeky for a machine.

Your mother would have loved him.

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Jeongguk was more helpful and eager to please than you knew how to handle.

As he’d done ever since he’d awoken from his place laid across your workbench, he continued helping out however he could. Your laundry, your dishes— hell, sometimes he even manned the shop while you were gone. He was good with his hands, and you might have called him a natural tinkerer were he not an android and engineered to be perfect at human activities. You didn’t want him to feel obligated to do these things— it made you uncomfortable to think he was doing it because it was learnt, or because he thought you’d expected it. He’d assured you many times, though, that he did it because he wanted to; he enjoyed doing things for you.

You felt silly, but with each little favour he did for you and each small smile he shot your way, you grew a little fonder of him. More than once you’d come downstairs to find he’d already gone ahead and made you breakfast and a coffee— more than once you’d sworn to yourself you could have planted a big, fat kiss on his cheek out of sheer gratitude alone. You didn’t know how to articulate let alone process the feeling you got from having someone around like this, having someone look after you. You had friends, but no family you were still in contact with, and the friends you did have had lives of their own. It had been almost a month since you’d even seen Seokjin, despite your more frequent correspondence via instant messaging. Ever since your mother had passed, and you’d been left to your own devices with a shop to run and a small home to occupy, there had been a silently harrowing sense of loneliness that threatened to creep into your heart each time you lay your head onto your pillow and closed your eyes. In the silence and emptiness of your home, it was very easy to lose yourself to that feeling when it came knocking.

But with Jeongguk here with you, things were… surprisingly different. It was the good kind of surprise, the pleasant kind of surprise, and you thought that it was probably part of why you liked him so much. As days passed and time went on, you realised that you really did like him; you’d grown fond of him, attached, and not to the idea of him as a project, but as a person.

“You’re so helpful, Jeongguk,” you smiled, cheek resting on your palm; you made sure to address him by his new name whenever you could, because the resulting ecstatic smile that broke across his face was a sight you never wanted to miss. You were in the kitchen, watching as the android carried your drink to the table as he’d insisted vehemently he do. “Are you sure you weren’t a butler before I found you?”

A bright grin had split his face and your heart had stuttered in your chest— you could have sworn he had blushed. Were it not for the glowing pink ring around his iris, you might have forgotten he was an artificial being altogether.  Jeongguk had laughed softly, and simply reminded you to message one of your customers about their order like you’d told him to.

You hurriedly dove into your phone, thumb flicking screens away until you reached the right one— the archive of all your messages. Your fingers were a little too fast for your brain and overstepped, leading you to land in your chat with Seokjin instead of the customer, and in your scramble to escape you ended up jumping to a point in the chat from months back.

‘—I can’t wait for you to see my project! He’s the only one of his kind that will ever exist, and I really think I’ve cracked it this time y/n—’

You blinked, thumb having automatically clicked you out of the chat before you could continue reading. You’d completely forgotten about the conversations you used to have about Seokjin’s big project— you wondered whatever came of it. Seokjin just suddenly stopped talking about it. It was around the same time as a particularly stressful period for your shop, and you regretted that you weren’t there more for him to ask what had happened.

Bringing your thoughts back to the present, you opened the right chatroom this time and messaged the customer as you meant to. You were glad Jeongguk had remembered, because you’d certainly forgotten.

Sadly, Jeongguk’s memory centres still hadn’t recovered and he was only able to remember things from after when you found him, and he woke up. His other systems were performing closer to normal, but his memories… had been the most affected by the damage. He still had no recollection of what he’d been doing before he ended up in the alley, who his owner was or even what he was designed to do. Hearing the same negative response each time you asked him made your heart hurt, but at the same time you were kind of relieved; whatever had happened before you found him clearly hadn’t been good, and you didn’t doubt it wouldn’t be something fun to remember. Perhaps, for now, he was better off in the dark.

Having said that, you did notice some… quirks, in his behaviour, that had begun to make themselves known more as time went on.

The first had become apparent not long after Jeongguk had received his name. In the time after that incident, you’d witnessed the android become even clingier, if possible. He was always by your side before, but now as he walked with you to complete errands and even in your home, his hands would reach to brush against your arm, your waist. He stood very close, always with a contented look like he couldn’t be happier if he tried, your presence alone enough to soothe him.

Even if Jeongguk hadn’t already appeared and acted as human as he did, you would have ended up treating him as a human out of habit nonetheless. Which was why you found yourself nestled into the corner of the couch, Jeongguk occupying the other, preparing to settle down for a long, long movie marathon with the Marvel superhero series. They were old, and you recalled that they were onto their — was it their 47th instalment, these days? The first of the movies had been made decades ago, and many didn’t watch them— they preferred the spiffy, more technologically advanced remakes— but you’d always enjoyed the classic films from a time before yours.

You’d sat down with the intention of introducing Jeongguk to the series, figuring that if he was an android that could feel emotions then he’d likely end up enjoying movies more than the average robot. You started with the chronological order of release date, and went from there; Jeongguk started on the other end of the couch, and then throughout movie after movie he had gradually shuffled close enough that he was curled comfortably into your side. Android’s couldn’t feel the cold the way humans could, but they could shiver, and the hue of their skin could alter. It was something included in their design for a more realistic effect, and despite the fact you knew this, you’d still draped the blanket over the both of you and allowed him to snuggle closer.

Analysis of Jeongguk’s systems, make and model told you that he had advanced, detailed sensors across the expanse of his body— so when you lifted your hand to begin carding your fingers through his silken hair and scratching lightly against his scalp, you knew the soft, pleased sigh he let out was genuine. You could feel yourself melting against him, heart fluttering out of nothing but sheer, light happiness as each time Iron Man came onto the screen, Jeongguk let out a soft noise to cheer. He had a favourite, clearly.

Sometime throughout the next few movies, which you’d had brief breaks between, Jeongguk’s head had migrated from your shoulder to your lap, and you’d continued running your hands through his hair. It felt nice against your skin, so it was a win-win you supposed. The movie you were on, one of the ones where the characters from their individual franchises began to overlap, drew to a close and as the credits began to roll you were unable to hold back a yawn.

Jeongguk’s gaze was on you immediately, LED rings running soft lavender as he gazed at you with dark eyes through his lashes; the look paralysed you for a moment, hand freezing in his hair.

“Are you ready for bed, y/n?” he queried, and your heart nearly stopped in your chest. His voice was low, a much lower register than you were used to, and had just enough huskiness that a flush washed over the back of your neck. You didn’t doubt that he was picking it up as your heart rate accelerated, thoughts racing through the gutter as his deeper voice altered how you’d received his innocent question.

“I— yes,” you gulped, knowing you couldn’t hide the way your body betrayed you from a being that had sensors built into his form. You smiled at him, still fighting tiredness. “Are you going to keep watching, or do you want me to go set up the charging dock, Kookie?”

The android jolted at the nickname you’d tacked on without a second thought, eyes blowing wide and every trace of the sultry expression he’d worn before blasted from his features. Colour flushed to his cheeks, an emulation of a bodily function that resulted from embarrassment, or fluster— which was he feeling, you wondered?

“K-Kookie?” he stuttered, curling unconsciously into your lap as his large doe eyes bore into your own.

“Yeah, Kookie,” you repeated, enjoying the way he seemed to vibrate with excitement in your lap as the word left your mouth. “A nickname… I was tired and too lazy to say your full name, sorry.”

“Nickname?” he echoed, murmuring softly. “Kookie… I like it. Thank you, y/n.”

You’d beamed at him. “No problem, Kookie. Now, are you gonna watch or…?”

The android definitely seemed flustered as he pulled himself from your lap and nestled back into the couch and blanket, shooting you a sheepish smile. “I would like to keep watching, if that is okay, y/n.”

Your smile was soft as it tugged your lips and you stood, ruffling his hair. “Of course it’s okay. Have fun, Kookie.”

The sight of his cheeks coloured pink at your words was almost enough to counter the memory of his voice and the look he’d sent you earlier.

Almost.

After that day, you’d noticed more occasions where the android would turn and as his eyes fell upon you, he would pin you with that very same look and low tone. Whether he knew he was doing it or not, you didn’t know, but it was absolutely lethal. At this point, you feared for your health.

The other thing that had become most apparent, was the way his eyes were drawn to your form. He was an android, you knew there wasn’t really anything to the way his eyes lingered or the LED around his irises flared bright rose upon seeing you, but sometimes… Sometimes you could swear you could feel the heat his gaze left on your skin, you could swear the weight of it had you trembling with an emotion you dared not investigate.

The occasion that this was most prominent, had occurred not entirely too long after the previous. There was a fine boundary that was maintained between the two of you, a line you didn’t often end up toeing. You were the only one in the house that needed to do things like change, and bathe, which meant the likely incidence of awkward encounters that often came as a result of living with someone in such close quarters was much less. Not long after that day on the couch, however, the first of such incidents occurred.

It was morning, and you’d already woken up to a grinning Jeongguk and a particularly delicious smelling breakfast of bacon and French toast. With a full day of manning the shop and tinkering at the counter ahead of you, you were quick to scarf the meal down and dash for the shower.

This… was where the problem lay.

Your house wasn’t entirely critter-proof, and while you weren’t the kind of person to scream about a little bug or a spider, or even a snake, you did still have your limits.

And the large, inky spider that honest to god looked like it spanned half the length of your fogged-up bathroom mirror as you stepped out of the shower, naked and oblivious, was crossing them.

It was only as you reached for your towel, hand grasping the fuzzy material, that you saw it. You didn’t even realise you’d opened your mouth to let out a loud, incredibly alarmed noise that sounded a cross between a scream and an undignified yelp until it reached your own ears and you were stumbling back. You attempted to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, scrabbling to wrap the towel so it guarded your bits from the gargantuan arachnid spawned straight from the ickiest pits of hell. You considered hopping into the bathtub before realising that was stupid and would only end up with you cornering yourself— you couldn’t afford to give the demon such power.

“Oh hell, oH HELL, OH— NO, DON’T, GO AWAY!” your alarmed babbling escalated to a frantic yelp as the spider shifted slightly and you nearly slipped in the water that had spilt from your exit of the shower.

In your consuming fright you’d completely forgotten about your current housemate until there was thudding footsteps down the hall the door to the bathroom burst open. Jeongguk’s gaze was frantic as he searched for you, LED a bright red that flickered to cool green the moment his eyes fell upon your trembling form. It was the second you felt his gaze grace you that he froze suddenly, body halting as he stared with wide eyes. You, caught in the building intensity of his stare, the heat that began to flush over your arms and down your back, didn’t remember until moments later that you were currently standing, dripping wet and clad in nothing but a dodgily wrapped towel before him. You squeaked.

“Spider,” you barely managed to articulate the word, let alone point, but it was enough to tear Jeongguk from whatever trance the sight of you had thrown him into. His gaze followed the direction of your finger and he almost did a double-take at the sight of the massive arachnid.

“Woah,” his expression was one of wonderment despite the lingering blush in his cheeks. His gaze flew back to you for a moment, your current state of undress cast from his mind. “y/n, look how big that spider is!”

“Yes, I’m looking,” you said, pressing yourself back further against the wall— the fine-furred fiend looked like it was eyeing you off and preparing to jump at any second. “I’m looking and I do not like what I’m seeing.”

Jeongguk seemed slightly amused if somewhat perplexed at your words, but it didn’t take him long to connect your fear to the intruder in the room. “Ah… I can remove it, if you’d like?”

You were nodding frantically before he’d even finished talking. “Yes! Please do, please.”

Jeongguk’s lips tugged into the barest hint of a smile, before he was quickly and carefully doing as requested. In a matter of moments he’d securely grasped the spider, its frantically wriggling legs making you squeak in alarm, and he was quickly exiting the room, presumably to deposit the hellish creature outside your house.

“Make sure you don’t leave it near the house!” you called as an afterthought, wondering how exactly it had gotten inside in the first place. You heard a light laugh before his footsteps faded and you were left standing alone, suddenly aware once more of the water dripping down your form and the short towel around your middle. With cheeks that scorched at the memory of his heated gaze, you hurried from the bathroom and into your room to get dressed. Even once you were fully clothed and brushing through your hair, you couldn’t chase away the phantom touch of his gaze across your form. Had you ever felt such a way from a look alone before?

You honestly didn’t think so, and that scared you a little. He’d been in your life only a few months, for most of which he was comatose, and already he’d rendered you to this? Jeongguk, perhaps the sweetest android you’d ever known, was truly dangerous.

And if the way his gaze continued to linger occasionally, and his touch against your form grew more frequent after that day meant anything, you weren’t sure if he knew he was either.

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This was perhaps the first time you’d left the house without Jeongguk in tow, and the outing had ended with you here— at the bar, three of your four close friends already gone with arguably the closest and incidentally most plastered left to your care.

Seokjin liked to drink, and he wasn’t all that messy of a drunk, but he was prone to his… off days, if you would. These were the days where instead of making him extra boisterous and extroverted as it usually did, the alcohol happened to exacerbate whatever doom and gloom was running through the back of his mind at the time. This happened to be one of those days.

You were a little tipsy yourself, but nowhere near as far gone as Seokjin currently was. It was with a sense of struggle that you hauled the two of you from the bar, arm around his waist so he didn’t fall and seriously harm himself.

“Come on, Seokjinnie,” you urged softly, amused at the loud, protesting groan the scientist let out in response. “We gotta get you a cab.”

“Don’t wanna,” he babbled, still grasping you tightly and following you haphazardly nonetheless. He allowed his head to roll and rest on your own. “Did I fin-ugh- finish my drink? Ugh, y/n I think I left my drink on the table—”

“You definitely left something on the table, but it wasn’t your drink,” you muttered. “I think it was your dignity.”

Seokjin let out a loud whine that was broken with a soft hiccup— his whole body jolted and his foot caught on a break in the pavement, the resulting trip nearly taking you both down. “I can’t believe you’re being so mean when I’m absolutely plastered like this. I’m vulnerable, a-and you— you’re uh… you’re doing something.”

You turned to see his brows were furrowed, before his face shifted and he burst triumphantly, having found the words he was looking for, “You’re b-bullying me, you b-b-buh-ass. You ass,” He paused. “You know, I have a nice ass.”

You snorted as you pulled your phone out and went about ordering an uber, trying not to burst into laughter at his drunken antics because you knew it would just set him off into a louder, more vehement set of complaints. “You do. Have you thought about modelling? I think it could get you some cash.”

“My face could get me some cash,” Seokjin muttered, seeming like he was seriously considering it for a moment before he shook his head violently; the blond strands of his hair nearly took out your eye in the process. “No! I’m a committed, I’m scientist to my work—”

“Wait,” He halted abruptly before you could even tease him for his slip, his ability to self-regulate kicking back in. “I’m a scientist, I’m committed to my work. Yes, that’s what I was aim— trying— that’s what I was going for.”

Even through the mist settled comfortably over your mind, his words triggered a sense of familiarity in you. Your thoughts went back to the old text message you’d stumbled upon the other day, and in your tipsy state you were unable to engage your filter in time— you blurted the question before you could give it a second thought, “Seokjin, what happened to that big project of yours? You know, the one you were really excited about?”

The blonde had been smiling at his little victory from before, but as your question registered in his mind the expression dropped from his face. In a violent swing of moods, his body seemed to deflate against you, bottom lip quivering. “Ah, my big project…”

He was silent a moment, gazing off into nothing, and you worried; perhaps you’d struck a nerve? Maybe you really shouldn’t have asked—

Seokjin’s body gave a heavy, shuddering breath, tongue darting to wet his lips before he spoke, tone soft and carrying a thread of sadness you didn’t think you’d ever heard from him, “They took it… My big project. I- god, y/n… they took him.”

Your head tilted, confusion blurring your thoughts too much for you to have a response ready. Perhaps thankfully, it was at that moment the uber pulled up— a hovercraft, it would seem to be today— and you busied yourself momentarily with getting your drunken friend in the back of the vehicle. Soon the two of you were safely inside, and the driver left you in peace as he began on the route to Seokjin’s home— well, the car began. He was just there to monitor.

You turned your gaze to the male in question, noticing his eyes had glazed slightly, a distant expression gracing his fine features once more. You were burning with curiosity inside, something nagging you to ask, to find out more. You knew Seokjin worked in the AI and android facilities, but for some reason you’d never heard the end of this tale. Now that you’d remembered, you couldn’t shake it from your thoughts. The sound of your voice seemed to break him from his daze.

“What do you mean, they took him?” you queried softly, hand finding his knee when he swayed in his seat slightly.

To your utter surprise, Seokjin’s eyes began to glisten with unshed tears, large chocolate orbs meeting your own and holding your gaze.

“He was the best thing I’ll ever make, y/n,” he said, hiccupping softly. He let out a faint groan, allowing his eyelids to flutter closed. Your heart twinged as you watched his features twist, a single tear tracing down his cheek while his voice grew thick and caught in his throat. “He... I really… I really did it this time, y/n. He… he was beyond a-anything I’d ever even thought I would be able to create. He was the first project I ever got full reign of.”

There was a pause as he swallowed, dark brows furrowing as he allowed his head to drop back against the headrest; the flickering glow of city buildings and signs as they blurred past cast a myriad of blue, fuchsia and violet over the tired planes of his face. His voice came out fainter this time, but there was a heat behind his words, an anger so intimately intertwined with sadness that you didn’t know how to go about untangling it.

“I worked so hard, and he… he exceeded all of my expectations. He had such potential,” Seokjin’s breath shuddered. “And they took him. He— he deserved so much better, deserves better than a life of servitude, degradation and humiliation… but they still took him from me.”

Any words you could have hoped to muster had long since died in your throat, your own eyes glistening at the pain in his tone. Something niggled at the back of your mind, something threatened to click in your subconscious, and even though you didn’t understand it, you found yourself asking, “What was his name? His model number?”

Seokjin sighed softly, drawing a hand up to scrub over his face; he was reaching the stage of the night where he shifted from silly/saddened drunk to exhaustion. It wouldn’t be long now before sleep welcomed him with open arms.

“I never got to give him a name,” he said, and it was as though the words saddened him even more as they left his mouth. “But his model number…”

The uber began to slow suddenly, and belatedly you realised you’d arrived at Seokjin’s apartment. You thanked the driver, climbing out of the vehicle and pulling a drowsy Seokjin out after you. Your ride was quick to pull from the curb, disappearing into the city lights from whence it came, and you stumbled towards the blonde’s apartment building with him in tow, arm draped over your shoulder.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Seokjin was mumbling to himself as you gradually made your way to his floor, nearly sweating from the effort of keeping him upright alone. “His model number… do I know?”

It was with great effort you managed to unlock his door and drag him into the apartment, depositing him on his couch while you went to retrieve a glass of water; you had to weave around metal parts that poked haphazardly from tables and benches as you went. When you returned with glass in hand, Seokjin had taken to discarding his shoes and socks and had loosened the collar of the button-up around his neck.

“I don’t remember…” Seokjin looked ready to cry again, and you hurried to pass him the water— he accepted with a soft ‘thanks’.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember,” you soothed him softly, hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“No, it’s not,” Seokjin nearly dropped the glass on its descent from his mouth and you took this as your cue to remove the breakable item from his vicinity. “It’s not okay, he- he deserves better. He deserves name, he deserves to be remembered.”

“I’m sure he does,” you murmured as you urged him to his feet and guided him down the hall to his bedroom. Seokjin was silent, blinking drowsily as he slipped into his bed at your gentle urging, nestling subconsciously into the covers.

He could hardly keep his eyes open, but when they finally closed another tear slipped from beneath his lashes to roll down his cheek. His voice was soft. “If… If I had known… where he would go, what kind of life he would be destined for… I would never… never have made him this way… He deserves better…”

You waited a few moments more to see if he would continue, but upon the sound of a soft snore already escaping him, you surmised he was well and truly gone for the night. Shaking your head lightly, you made sure he was tucked in and comfortable before grasping the extra blanket from the end of his bed and making your way to the loungeroom; you were quite tired yourself, and the couch was seeming more and more appealing the longer you were awake.

Even with the muddling effects of the alcohol, your mind was still racing, albeit tiredly, as you settled on the couch and wrapped yourself in the blanket. Seokjin’s words, his tears and the distinct undertone of guilt in his tone as he’d spoken those last words all ran through your head one last time before your heavy eyelids were dropping closed, and you succumbed to sleep. When you woke in the morning, would you remember all that you’d learnt tonight?

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[jeonsweetpea]

Euphoria

Android!AU | Android!Jungkook x Reader (ft. VMin, Hoseok, & Jin)

genre: smut

rating: explicit

description: You end up at an android sex club to find your brother and lecture him about his studies only to end up renting an android yourself. You can’t help it. The owner is letting you try out the latest model for free.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: Sub!Jungkook, cussing, oral sex, blindfolding, handcuffs, unprotected sex (it’s a robot though… but still use protection always!), and noona kink.

a/n: I haven’t written in ages. Lol. But I can see everyone is a sucker for Sub!JK and this idea has been in my mind for so long. I got inspired from the game “Detroit Become Human”, but you don’t have to know the game to understand the story. I really hope you enjoy this, I’m a bit nervous since it’s been so long. Thank you for reading :)

You stared down at your phone once more before glancing up at the bright neon sign. You must have read the vivid blue letters a hundred times, clearly hesitant about going in.

‘Maybe this isn’t the right place…’

Your attention went back to your phone and you used your fingers to zoom in on the map as much as you can. You sighed, knowing this had to be the right location. The little circle icon on the map matched the name on the neon sign—Euphoria, the hottest android sex club in the city.

“I’m going to kill him…” you muttered under your breath. What was your little brother doing here in the first place? Well, you knew that was a rhetorical question, but it didn’t negate your anger. You had just got off a late night shift and did not appreciate your mother calling you to complain about your sibling. Apparently, he hasn’t been doing too well at university and she demanded for you to smack some sense into him as soon as possible. And by as soon as possible, she meant now.

Your brother was very active on social media (something your parents never bothered to learn how to use), so it was easy to find his location. He wasn’t exactly discreet, tweeting about heading to Euphoria the third time this week. You remembered shaking your head after reading the tweet, your mood ruined as you cruised down the street searching for the place.

What did your mother expect for you to say anyway? You were an adult; you shouldn’t be babysitting your brother anymore. He was an adult too and if he wanted to flunk college so be it. Then again, you knew she would never let you hear the end of it if you didn’t help out. Stupid conscious.

You locked your phone and slipped it into your back pocket before heading towards the club. The entrance was at the end of a large corridor that had digitized screens on both sides, advertising various androids in sexy poses. You cringed in discomfort the whole walk down until the double doors automatically opened upon your arrival. You stepped in rather slowly, the unease washing over you like a wave.

“Welcome to Euphoria,” a woman’s voice—most likely an android based on the tone—greeted you from the overhead speaker system. You placed a hand on your chest, surprised by the sudden welcome. After letting out a sigh of relief, you proceeded with caution and found yourself in a spacious hallway that was lit with dark purple lights. The floors were made of black marble tile, sleek and quite slippery if not careful.

Once you got to the lobby, you saw many androids displayed in transparent, cylindrical containers lined up against the side walls. It was creepy seeing them encased in such a way, male and female androids alike. You took note of how they wore nothing more than undergarments with the club’s logo embedded onto them. It made you feel uncomfortable, as if they were just property. Well, they were but it seemed… wrong. You knew they were only machines, but they looked so human.

Looking around, you saw customers—who were mostly male—walking around and observing each android up and down. They were being critical, judging them based on their appearance and made some sleazy, perverted comments. You couldn’t judge them for it either, look where you were at. You felt out of place, but you didn’t want the other people in the lobby to know that.

You decided to copy their behavior, checking out some androids on your own.

The first android you approached was a male model who had a small body frame. He was quite built, toned in all the right places, and had the most perfect eye smile. His cheeks were slightly chubby, which you found adorable along with his small hands. He watched you carefully through the glass and you blushed when the two of you locked eyes. You diverted your attention to electronic screen beside the container to find out more about him.

MODEL BTS700 - JIMIN

Jimin is perfect for those who look for a dominant partner.

He can be very controlling and should only be rented by those who are experienced in the bedroom.

Kinks include but are not limited to: BDSM, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, rough sex, etc.

Jimin is one of the best androids at aftercare and can be very sweet.

You felt your face heat up after reading Jimin’s description. Appearances sure were deceiving. You couldn’t imagine such a cute face turning 180 like that in the bedroom. The thought of it scared you a little.

You decided to move on to the android next to him. This android greeted you with a smile, cocking his head to one side like it knew you liked what you were seeing. He was handsome no doubt, his face on the narrower side with big eyes. This particular model had extremely broad shoulders and a lean tall body to compliment.

MODEL BTS700 - JIN

Jin is a gentle, soft dom suited for those who are looking for an intimate experience.

He will treat you like royalty, calling you sweet pet names all night long. He takes his time with foreplay and makes sure you feel loved, appreciated, and respected.

Kinks include are but are not limited to: intense makeout sessions, food play, roleplay, dirty talk, etc.

Jin is passionate and will always leave you satisfied.

You rubbed your chin and gave a little nod of approval at Jin’s description. He did seem like the caring type, the kind you would want as a husband. And his description wasn’t quite as intimidating as the other android’s. Maybe you would have rented him. Maybe.

You were about to move on when you felt the presence of a customer come up next to you. You ended up staying put to avoid awkward eye contact, but curiosity got the best of you. You glanced over and watched him as he pressed a couple of buttons on the screen of the container Jimin was in.

“Hello. A 30 minute session costs $29.99. Do you wish to rent MODEL BTS700 - JIMIN?” a female android’s voice asked from the scanner. The customer placed his hand on the screen, scanning it to confirm his purchase. The container rotated open before your eyes and Jimin stepped out of it with a pleased grin.

“Follow me,” the android said with his hand out. You didn’t realize your stare had lingered for one second too long because the customer grew aware of it. He turned his head to face you.

“Were you wanting to rent Jimin too?”

You weren’t able to see his face before due to his hoodie blocking his side profile. But now that he was looking right at you, you could tell exactly who he was.

“Taehyung!” you shouted. Your brother jumped in surprise, not realizing it was you.

“Noona! What are you doing here?!”

You closed the distance between the two of you and jabbed your index finger into his chest repeatedly.

“Because. Of. You!” you said in between pokes. He made a pained expression every time your finger came into contact with his body. “Mom called me because you’ve been slacking off. God, I shouldn’t even be here babysitting you, but you come here way too often. Is sex all you think about?”

You knew other customers were eavesdropping on what you were saying, but you didn’t care. Taehyung gulped and slowly wrapped his hand around your finger to lower it, his eyes shifting back and forth. He let out a nervous laugh.

“You’re embarrassing me…” he whispered. You scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest afterwards.

“Good! Now come on, I’m taking you home.”

“But I already paid for a session~,” he whined, stomping on the ground like a little kid with a small pout on his face.

“Too bad.”

“Taehyung! My favorite customer!” a voice unfamiliar to you called out from afar. You turned around to see who you assumed to be the owner of the club. He had on a classy blazer, hair brushed back, and a confident smile that could light up the whole room. The way he strutted over was almost mesmerizing, so manly.

“Hoseok hyung~,” Taehyung said a bit too happily for your taste. He sounded so relieved, almost like he was the victim of a rescue mission with you being the bomb that could go off any minute and this stranger being his savior.

“What seems to be the problem? Oh? I’ve never seen you here before,” the man said to you. “My name is Jung Hoseok, I own the club.”

His bright smile never seemed to fade as he extended his hand out for you to shake. You shook it with a firm hold and forced a small smile back.

“I’m [Y/N]. I’m this one’s sister,” you said, tilting your head in Taehyung’s direction while putting your hand back down to your side.

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you interested in trying out one of my lovely androids today?”

“No, Taehyung and I were just leav—” He placed a hand on your shoulder and you felt alarmed at the unwanted contact.

“We have a wide variety for you to choose from. I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like.” He flashed you that lovely smile of his, but you were too caught up in how he interrupted your sentence to be swooned. He began to guide you away from your brother with gentle force.

“No, it’s okay. I’m—”

“Euphoria has only the best to offer for you. Take a walk with me.”

You looked over your shoulder at your brother, who was refraining from bursting out into laughter. He even gave you a little wave as Hoseok continued to drag you away. You were this close to beating up a guy you had just met just to beat your brother and wipe that stupid grin off his face.

“Really, I’m fine,” you firmly stated to Hoseok. “I’m not interested.”

“But have you ever had sex with an android?” he asked as he lead you into another area where the lights were a dim red. You were beginning to get annoyed at his persistent behavior.

“... No. And I don’t really want to.” You stopped walking and slowly stepped away from him and the arm encased around your shoulders. The discomfort of a stranger touching you like that was too much. Hoseok wasn’t offended and only responded with a slight chuckle.

“Ah~, but you can’t tell me you haven’t been curious to try it. Tell me, are you a dom or a sub?”

Your eyes widened in alarm, as you were at a loss for words. How could he just ask that so openly to someone like you? It was clear you weren’t comfortable.

“T-That’s a bit personal, don’t you think?”

“We’re all friendly here. And I just want to get to know you to provide the best android for you!” he beamed. Man, his overly cheery personality was starting to get tiring. You shook your head.

“I’m good,” you declined politely, trying to not let your annoyance show.

“Are you getting annoyed?”

“Huh?”

‘Fuck, what is he? A mind reader?’

“You seemed annoyed.”

“I’m not,” you lied, throwing in a giggle to ease the tension. Hoseok pointed his finger at you and clicked his tongue.

“See? Now that’s a lovely smile. I think you’re a dom.”

You almost choked. On nothing.

“W-What?! I’m not! I’ve never dominated anyone!”

“Ah~, so you’re a sub,” Hoseok said with a satisfied smirk. You realized you had given yourself away and so fast too. Your silence only proved his point further. “Are you interested in renting a sub android?”

“I don’t want to rent any android!” you blurted out, desperate to leave.

“Come on. Have you really never wanted to dom anyone in the bedroom?”

“I don’t know… I’ve never really tried it.”

“This is your chance~. Listen, I just got the newest model in that room over there,” Hoseok said, pointing at a door that was in the very back of the club. “Customers have been dying for me to release him tomorrow. But I need someone to test him out first.”

“I don’t have any money,” you admitted, not caring about how pathetic that sounded. It was the truth and you were going to use it to your advantage.

“Hmm,” Hoseok said, rubbing his chin in thought. He then nodded, almost like he was agreeing with himself on a decision he made in his head. “Tell you what. Because you’re Taehyung’s sister and he’s a close friend, I’ll offer you a free session today for as long as you want. You’ll be the first to try the new model out. How about it?”

You rubbed your temples in frustration because clearly, this man wouldn’t take no for an answer. You didn’t even have it in you to refuse again. His smile was too kind, too convincing, and his offer was very tempting. Who could resist something free?

“I don’t know…” you said, not wanting to seem that easy.

“Just take a look at the android. He’s brand new. You would be the first to ever see him.”

Boy, he sure was persistent. You knew Taehyung was probably in a room with his android by now and you didn’t want to walk in on them having sex. Your chance to discipline him was out of reach, long gone until after he was done, so what did you have to lose?

“Did I mention having sex with androids is safe? No disease, no pregnancies, no long-term commitments?” Hoseok added with a wink. You let out a chuckle, tired of reasoning anymore.

“Alright, I’ll go check him out. But that’s it.”

“Awesome!” Hoseok beamed. He was thrilled he had got through to you. “Follow me.”

You trailed behind him as he lead you to the back of the club. There was a door that slid open automatically and he allowed you to go in first. You stepped into a spacious room, the large round bed in the center catching your eye right away. The color scheme was a mixture of red and white—the heart-shaped pillows/bed sheets being red while the mattress itself was white. Rather than wallpaper, there were digitized screens with a calming lava lamp motion picture background.

“He’s over there,” Hoseok informed, pointing to the left side. You saw the familiar cylindrical container attached to the wall and walked up to it in awe.

This android was simply gorgeous. You were completely taken aback because you didn’t expect him to be exactly your ideal type. It was shocking how perfect he was. You were convinced the android company had spied on you to create your perfect dream man.

His design had both manly and cute charms, creating a balance that was easy on the eyes. His face was so sculpted, his jawline being most prominent. He had the cutest button nose and the biggest, roundest eyes that made you melt on the inside. And his smile? It made your heart stop.

Your eyes couldn’t help but trail down to his body because like the other androids, he was only in boxer briefs. You licked your lips without thought at the sight because it was perfect too. His abs were toned as if sculpted by the gods themselves, his shoulders broad, chest firm, his biceps muscular, and his skin had the most beautiful golden glow. He was also on the slimmer side and was the perfect height. Wow. Such beauty had to be artificial. The company he came from must have spent years on perfecting it. If it wasn’t for the blue, circular LED light on his right temple, you would want to date him for real.

The android looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes and placed his hand on the glass as if he wanted to reach out to you. You stepped in closer to read his description on the electronic screen.

MODEL BTS700 - JUNGKOOK

Jungkook is a switch in the bedroom, naturally falling more into the submissive role.

He learns quickly what you like and don’t like, an obedient lover who lives to please you.

Kinks include but are not limited to: being bounded, overstimulation, dirty talk, sensory play, wall sex, etc.

Jungkook is the best of both worlds, who can be pushed past his limits.

“So~? What do you think?” Hoseok asked, obviously eager to hear your thoughts. You couldn’t process anything after reading Jungkook’s description because man, his kinks lined up with yours.

“He… seems perfect.” You cleared your throat. “B-But I should get going! This isn’t really my thing.”

“What? No no. Don’t be shy. My club has no cameras. It’s fully private,” Hoseok went up to the scanner, pressed a couple of buttons, and scanned his hand print.

“Owner Jung Hoseok recognized,” the same female machine voice stated. “MODEL BTS700 - JUNGKOOK is now available.”

The cylinder rotated open and Jungkook stepped out of it with a cute smirk.

“You’re beautiful, Noona.”

His voice. My god. It was like music to your ears and that one statement made your mind go blank. You’ve had yet to date a younger guy and you didn’t think hearing him call you that would make you this weak, this vulnerable. The only person who’s ever called you “Noona” was your brother, so this. This was different.

“See? Jungkook likes you already. You sure you don’t want to try him out? For free?” Hoseok tempted once again.

You had nothing against those who preferred having sex with androids over humans, but you weren’t sure if it was your thing. Was it really as good as people said? That a machine, could give pleasure better than an actual human being?

There was only one way to find out.

Besides, your head was already swimming from hearing Jungkook call you “Noona”. You couldn’t think straight as he kept staring at you with his wide doe eyes. A face like that deserved the title of baby boy. A face like that deserved to be dominated.

“... Okay…” you said shyly. Hoseok gave you the most pleased grin and clasped his hands together in excitement.

“That’s great! I’ll leave you two be. If you want to use certain props, they’re in the drawer beside the bed. Have fun~.”

“Wait, props?”

“You know. Handcuffs, rope, and stuff,” he said nonchalantly as if it was a normal topic in everyday conversation. He then left the room through the sliding door and it made a faint ‘click’ sound as it closed behind him, indicating it was now locked. You were alone with the newest sex android and you could do anything you wanted to him.

Jungkook simply stood there and stared at you in anticipation, waiting for your instructions. You honestly had no idea where to start. It was almost like you were having sex for the first time again. Well, you were in a way since it was your first time with an android.

“I’m sorry, this is all new to me,” you began to say. The robot gave you a soft smile before walking over to you. He caressed your face with one hand, the sudden contact surprising you.

“That’s okay. I’m here to please you. You can do anything to me, Noona. I wanna be a good boy for you.”

Fuck.

If that didn’t turn you on, what would? You were probably already wet just from hearing him say those words.

“May I kiss you?” he asked with kind eyes, the LED light on his temple glowing blue.

It was unreal how warm the palm of his hand was on the side of your cheek. How soft the skin felt. He was so stunning, you were intimidated to be kissed by such a beautiful thing. But you nodded and he slowly leaned down to meet your lips with his.

You didn’t expect his lips to be soft too, tasting faintly of sweet mint. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and placed your hand on the back of his head to bring him closer. It surprised Jungkook, you not breaking the kiss and being so forceful. But he loved it.

He responded to you with a soft grunt, opening his mouth to catch his breath for a second. Which was interesting to you since androids didn’t need to breathe, but this added to how real he seemed. You traced your index finger down from his chest, to his abdomen, to the waistline of his boxers slowly… taking your time to watch Jungkook’s reactions. He let out a whimper when you finally reached his clothed member, cupping it harshly to force a gasp out of him.

“You’re already hard, baby boy?” You had no idea where this sudden boost of confidence came from. Maybe deep inside, you’ve always wanted to dom someone else. It was... different.

You rubbed your hand up and down, feeling the outline of his hard cock and just how big it was. You were aroused just knowing his length and decided to push Jungkook backwards onto the mattress. He landed on his forearms as you got on top of him, kissing him once more but with your tongue.

It was a lewd feeling that both of you got off on. The slippery feeling of his saliva mixing in with yours was erotic. You then sucked on his bottom lip, earning an adorable, breathy moan from him. He was so responsive; it excited you. If kissing him was already this good, how good would you feel once his cock was deep inside?

“N-Noona,” he stuttered. You stopped kissing him and sat up straight.

“What is it?”

“Can… Can you please tie me up?”

Your lips curved up into devious smile.

“Baby boy, I was already planning to,” You quickly got off of him and went over to the drawer beside the bed, pulling it open to find handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, sex toys, and more. Hoseok sure knew how to provide for his customers.

You pulled out the blindfold first before going back to Jungkook and pushing it onto his eyes, causing him to fall back down onto the mattress completely in the process.

“Lift your head,” you commanded. He obeyed, lifting his head just enough for you to wrap the cloth around the back of his head to fully blind him. “Stay still.”

He laid flat on the bed and didn’t move a muscle as you grabbed the pair of handcuffs, making sure to set the key aside in a place you would remember. You then went back and climbed onto the mattress, straddling yourself onto Jungkook once more.

“Noona? What are you doing?”

“Show me your wrists, baby boy.” He bit his lip and released it slowly as he brought his hands to his chest, showing them to you. You secured the handcuffs on his wrists in a swift motion, making sure they were tight enough to earn a whine from Jungkook.

“They’re tight,” he complained.

“Deal with it. Hands above your head.”

He nodded and did as told. The sight of him being bounded like this was breathtaking. But now you were a bit lost. What should you do to him first?

You watched the way his chest rose up and down slowly, realistically, as if he was actually breathing. How he scrunched his nose as if it was itchy but couldn’t scratch it because he didn’t want to disobey your commands. How he wet his lips and left them parted open, letting out soft breaths as he waited patiently.

If you could bullshit through most things in life, why not this?

You swallowed the lump in your throat before leaning down to plant sloppy, wet kisses on his neck. The moans Jungkook released were instantaneous, probably the best sounds you’ve ever heard leave someone’s lips—so unrestrained, so shameless.

You continued kissing his golden skin down to his collarbone and even pinched his nipple slightly, surprising him enough to let out a squeak.  

“You like it when I tease your nipples, don’t you?” He licked his lips and nodded.

“Yes.”

You circled your tongue around his nipple and sucked on it a few times, loving how Jungkook squirmed around. You gave the other one the same treatment, resulting in both of them now erect.

“Stay still. You want to be a good boy for me, right?” you asked.

“Yes, I’m your good boy.”

You scooted back to trail kisses down from his chest to his abdomen, each one causing Jungkook’s abdominal muscles to clench and unclench in surprise because he couldn’t see you or what you were doing. All he had was his sense of touch to rely on and it exhilarated him.

When you finally got down to his boxer briefs, you yanked them off roughly until Jungkook’s cock sprung out already fully erect. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of detail put into making his cock seem so human. The only thing that you could barely classify as unrealistic was his size, but even so. You loved the length and his girth. There was a vein along the side of it and it even throbbed like it was aching for release.

You wrapped your hand around it slowly, feeling the heat come off of it. Jungkook held his breath as you began stroking him up and down.

“Does it feel good, Jungkook?” you asked teasingly. Of course it did, you were doing it at such a fast pace that it made his head spin.

“Y-Yes Noona.”

With Jungkook’s sight being blocked, you loved how everything you did was an element of surprise. You stopped stroking him and he pouted when the skin contact was lost. He didn’t know what was going on until he felt your tongue slide up his member at a painfully slow pace.

You circled your tongue around his tip and licked the slit before taking him in fully. You knew he was just a machine that didn’t need to be pampered beforehand and could go straight to fucking your brains out. You knew that you could be in and out of there after getting your release, but you wanted to take your time with Jungkook.

You bobbed your head up and down, lubing it up with your saliva. His hard shaft could barely fit into your mouth with its length, but you loved taking it all in until it hit the back of your throat. Discomfort became your comfort and hearing Jungkook’s hisses and moans were a reward in and of itself. He arched his back every time you went deeper, loving the way you gagged.

“N-Noona, it f-feels good.”

You let go of his member and opted to stroke him with your hand instead. At first, the pace was slow and steady. Jungkook was about to complain when you suddenly changed things up, stroking him with brute force. He could barely keep his breathing steady and knew he was about to cum.

“Don’t cum, baby boy. Or you’ll be punished,” you warned. Jungkook let out a whimper/sobbing noise that was high-pitched in protest. His processing system was fighting itself between obeying your command and obeying his program.

“Please…” he breathed. “Let me cum, Noona.”

His voice was incredibly shaky, whinier than before. You stroked him even faster, making sure your hand went down to the base and fully back up to the tip. Jungkook’s senses were on overdrive and with his eyesight blocked, all he could focus on was the pleasure you were giving him. You were curious how cum would look like coming from an android. Maybe you should let him cum, but a little voice inside your head wanted to push him.

“No. Not until I say so. Endure it for me, Jungkook-ah~,” you said raspily. His breathing became even more erratic and he had to bite his lip to focus on something other than you. But you were relentless, stroking him so hard and with such a tight grip, he couldn’t help but cum. He let out the loudest whine when it happened, the cum oozing out of his cock and onto your hand. It was really human-like, a milky white liquid that was sticky. It even had a slight scent that you didn’t find pleasant nor unpleasant. Jungkook panted after his release, but you didn’t stop stroking him.

“N-Noona, I can’t handle it,” he cried, the overstimulation overwhelming him to the max.

“You cummed without my permission,” you said darkly, your voice laced with revenge in its tone. “You want to cum so badly? You’ll do it again.”

Jungkook couldn’t keep his hands above his head anymore and lowered them to grab ahold of the hand that held his cock prisoner. You scowled at this and used your free hand to pin them back above his head, stroking him harder as punishment.

“Ohhh god… fuck!” he cursed loudly. “Noona, please, I’m sorry!”

You suddenly stopped, noticing a bead of sweat drip down his temple. It wasn’t because you wanted to stop, oh no. Your logical way of thinking feared you would break the damn thing and you didn’t want to pay for it.

“You’re sorry?” you asked, taking your hands off of his wrists. You noticed him raising them off the mattress slowly until you told him to put them back down. “Don’t move.”

He froze, fearing the worst has yet to come. Your stare was so intense that it probably could burn holes through his blindfold. You sat down beside Jungkook in order to shimmy out of your shorts, your panties following suit. Then you crawled up his body, making sure to not hurt the android as you settled your thighs on either side of his head. It was an awkward process and you were thankful he couldn’t see you and your struggle.

“Noona? What’s going on?”

“You’re going to prove to me how sorry you are and eat me out. Understand?” You grabbed a nice fistful of his hair and pulled on it to force his head up, his lips only centimeters away from your wet heat.

“Yes, Noona.”

You lowered yourself onto Jungkook’s face as you tugged his head up more to meet you halfway. He responded immediately and groaned at the sudden impact, the vibrations making you moan yourself. His tongue came out to play, licking the outside of your folds and you guided his head so he was more centered. You looked down to watch him in action, loving how lost he was without your help and struggling to do his best. You decided to release his hair, watching as his head fell back on top of the mattress once more. You then sat on top of him, almost suffocating him with your womanhood until he ate you out to your heart’s content.

Jungkook’s tongue found your clit first, recognizing the round shape. You felt his tongue circle it repeatedly and moaned in response to let him know it felt good. He was skillful and found his way inside your pussy after a few minutes, inserting it and tasting you and your essence. You rolled your hips back and forth on his face, loving how much pleasure surged through your body as Jungkook continued.

His licks were repetitive in the best way possible and the pressure of his tongue fucking your pussy was incredible. There was a change in your breath that Jungkook’s ears picked up and he knew he was doing good. You didn’t expect your orgasm to build up as fast as it did, but you knew it was coming because you clenched your thighs around his head tightly. Jungkook didn’t mind it since he wanted to make you feel as good as possible. He was relentless with that slippery, skillful tongue of his, increasing the pressure on your clit.

“J-Jungkook-ah, wait.”

You lifted your lower body off of his face, using your knees to help you stay up.

“What’s wrong? Am I not a good boy?” he asked, worried that he wasn’t doing a good job.

“You’re a very good boy. And I’m going to reward you for it,” you said, patting his head lovingly. You got off of Jungkook and plopped down by his side to readjust yourself back onto his hips, straddling him once again. His cock was hard once more, standing tall and proud. You knew you were drenched and it would insert into you with ease. You used one hand to guide his cock to your entrance, coating the tip with your essence as a tease. Jungkook gasped.

“Noona, are you… oh god…”

“Do you want me to ride you, baby boy?”

“Yes, yes, please,” he breathed. You couldn’t wait any longer, sinking down onto his member slowly, feeling every inch add up. The pleasure was unimaginable and you’ve never felt anything stretch you as well as he did. He filled you up to the hilt and you threw your head back in ecstasy. Both of your moans were simultaneous, your lustful needs finally being met.

You gyrated your hips a little at first to get a feel for it before moving your body up and down. You were in control, the one in the power as you maintained a steady rhythm. Your hands rested on Jungkook’s broad chest as you bounced on him, making sure his cock hit you deep each time. The thrusts were long and hard, your ass making slapping sounds against his skin every time you came down. Jungkook moaned without care, as did you. Your body felt like it was on fire, so you took off your shirt as you rode him and tossed it to the side.

“You’re such a dirty boy,” you said in between moans. Jungkook couldn’t reply properly, so you decided to take off his blindfold, revealing those big beautiful eyes of his. The sight of your naked body drove him wild with more lust. You leaned down to kiss him, the passion of it combined with his cock penetrating you being a combination that made you lose your mind. Jungkook couldn’t help but thrust up into you, each thrust being tactful and almost brutal. The hands he had pinned above him came down, trapping you in his embrace with the handcuffs as extra restraint. You couldn’t sit up even if you tried and Jungkook took that chance to pound into mercilessly. “Fuck! Jungkook!”

“I-I’m sorry, Noona. I can’t help it.”

His hands lowered down some more, caressing your lower back until they rested on your ass. He gripped onto your cheeks, shoving them back down onto his cock. You were seeing stars with each rapid thrust, feeling your orgasm building like a tight knot in your stomach.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you whined. Jungkook nodded, his exhausted face letting you know he was close again too. You could barely focus or keep your eyes open when you finally felt something in you snap, your orgasm shaking your entire body. You were trembling above Jungkook and he thrusted into you once more, filling you up with his cum. You nearly collapsed on top of him, the two of you panting from such intensity.

You laid your head on his chest and smiled with content.

“That was… great.”

“I did good?”

“Yes Jungkook. You did wonderful.”

Jungkook grinned at this and lifted his hands over his head once more, so you could get up with whatever strength you had left. You removed yourself from his member, the loss of contact making the cum inside leak out slowly (don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant!). You reached for the key on the nightstand nearby and unlocked Jungkook’s handcuffs. He then sat up and stared at you.

“I hope you had a nice time. I did,” he said with a cute smile. You found some tissues on the nightstand and used them to wipe yourself up before putting your clothes back on.  

“I did too.”

“Hope you come back to see me again. Have a nice night,” That was the first line Jungkook has said that actually sounded programmed that night. He stood up and planted one last gentle kiss on your cheek, smiling at you with his eyes. You couldn’t help but blush at his sweet action and he walked past you to step back into his container. It rotated once he made it inside, locking into place with a loud snap.

Jungkook stood still and looked forward, appearing like an actual robot again.

You fixed your disheveled hair as best as you could with your hands and then left the room. Hoseok was at the end of the hall chatting things up with a customer but completely disregarded them when he saw you. You couldn’t have avoided him even if you wanted to.

“So? How was it? Is Jungkook okay? Can I release him tomorrow?” he asked.

“... That depends. Can I reserve to have him again?”

I really hope this was okay >///< 

[ts19009]

BTS Fan Fiction Recommendations!

(Contains smut and mature subject matter)

(Bold title means favorite)

(Updated: April 28th, 2021)

My Own fics

Bodyguard (bodyguard!jk x princess!reader) @ts19009-writes​ Love Bug (streamertae! x youtuber!reader) @ts19009​

Others Fan Fiction

Jungkook

tis your throne (rich!jk x reader) @kookie-chimchim​

Prima Noctra ( king!jungkook, virgin!reader, royalty au ) @taesinferno​

Prodigy (Teacher!jk x art student!reader) @kpopsinning​

Petal to the metal (florast!reader x jewlery maker!jk) @luxekook​

Sings to me (mermaid au) @bonny-kookoo​

Under your skin (tattoo artist!jk x reader) @bonny-kookoo​

Definition of Love (pregnancy au, idol!jk) @sparklingchim​

Our Little Girl (Expecting parents au,) @blu-joons​

Enouement (jkx mulan!reader) @littlemisskookie​

Sugar Rush (established relationship) @onlyswan

Valentines date (reporter!jk x reader) @jimidol

Breathe for you (marriage Au) @illneverrecover

Blue Orchid (Hanakhai Au) @inktae

BlueKooBerry (streamer!jk x streamer!reader) @kimtaehyunq

Arachne boy (spiderman!jk x reader) @kinktae

Sweeter than sweet (ceo!jk x (sugar baby!reader) @jungkxook

Brown eyed baby (single dad!jk x reader) @jeonstudios

Swinging by a fine line (spiderman!jk xreader) @mimikookie

Can't be without you @ahundredtimesover

Open Invitation (prince!jk x princess!reader) @jimidol

Problem with you (brothers best friend. E2L) @ahundredtimesover

What money can buy (rich!reader x jungkook) @jeonstudios

The blue Princess and her red rose (prince jk x princess reader) @cutaepatootie

Cardiovascular Palpitations (friends with benefits au, doctors au) @hayjeon

Home ( idol!Jungkook, foreign!Reader) @bonny-kookoo

a well-oiled machine | ii ( android au, robot au ) @jincherie

symmetry ( gryffindor!jungkook x slytherin!reader) @ddaenysus

Orange Tulips ( Soulmate!AU. Reincarnation!AU ) @kainks

Jungle ( rockstar!jk x manager!oc) @another-army-spot

before you universe (masterlist) | jjk ( friends to lovers, parents au )

Euphoria ( time travel au ) @btssavedmylifeblr

Quarter Quell (hunger games au) @chinkbihh

2 Years of Lost Time ( Hanahaki AU ) @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

Crush (dad/husband!jk) @jungxk

his service ( knight!jungkook x princess!reader ) @venusjeon

Five Dates ( Arranged Marriage!AU ) @kpopfanfictrash

winter soldier ( winter soldier/avengers au ) @mercurygguk

the love bug (spiderman!jk) @jungkxook

the inevitabilities of love (bestfreind!jk x reader) @jjiimin

it takes two ( fake dating!au ) @junghelioseok

Lose Somebody ( Ex boyfriend Jungkook, camping with friends, exes to lovers) @kooala

Red and Gold ( Iron Man!Jungkook ) @thedefinitionofbts

a Cinderella story ( athlete jeongguk x “nerdy” female reader ) @suhdays

re: untitled ( ceo!jk, arranged marriage ) @to-star-lake

melomaniac ( punk!jungkook / band au / friends-to-lovers ) @jungkxook

Stay Professional! Final ( Work AU! ) @btsfanficss

bleeding for you ( EMT!jungkook x female reader ) @mercurygguk

17 going on 27 ( photographer!jungkook x editor!reader (f) ) @hansolmates

Put Your Head On My Shoulder ( domestic au ) @koorara

new romantics ( hogwarts au, quidditch player!jungkook, enemies to lovers au ) @cupofteaguk

all over you (4/final) ( nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader) @zibermuda

Shield ( security guard!jungkook x bartender!reader ) @joonsgalore

picture perfect ( pre-modern period!au / historical!au ) @moononthejoon

damn the delivery boy. ( Expecting Parents AU ) @deerguk

rivers over stones @masterninjacow

ice prince ( figure skating!au, enemies to lovers!au ) @gukyi

paddle with me ( campcounselor!au ) @yoongsgguktae

Chess of Ice 3 ( Sports!AU ) @jimlingss

love alive ( post break up au. exes to lovers au. ) @jamaisjoons

Love, Rekindled. ( enemies2lovers! au, ex!au, professional!au) @taecalikook

everythingoes | kth & jjk @jamaisjoons

Gingerbread Man Series @btsracket​ (Moved to ao3)

Written in the Stars ( Slow Burn, Pining, Soulmate Au ) @baepop

a beautiful epiphany | jeon jungkook ( friends to lovers au, aspiring artist!jungkook, journalist!reader ) @onherwings​  (Account deactivated)

bandslam ( college!au; rock band!au; e2l; ) (Account deactivated)

the wedding planners ( enemies to lovers!au, wedding!au ) @gukyi

Jungkook is Typing... (idol!jk) @glassbangtan

baby daddy ( idol!jungkook x reader ) @jimidol​

Sugarplum Elegy ( College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU) @bymoonchild

Dynasty ( Historical!AU) (All time fav) @jimlingss

Second Chance (divorce!au, marriage!au) @parkhabits

Taehyung

All this stigma (arrangedmarriage) @army-author​

Moirai @jimlingss

V-Live (Idoltae x reader) @glassbangtan

Saudade (idol!tae x dancer!reader) @chateautae

In search of Aurora Borealis (king!tae x princess!reader) @cutaepatootie

maybe i do | kth. masterlist ( arranged marriage!au ) @chateautae​

Paper Cranes ( College AU. Best friends to lovers ) @aquaminwrites

it’s you || part 1 || taehyung angst/fluff || hanahaki au @itsamejin

love me or we both go down ( enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, rich kids!au) @gukyi

Rent-a-Boyfriend™ @jimlingss

our secret (masterlist) ( CEO!taehyung x employee!reader ) changed username I will find it though!)

Until Yesterday ( inspired by the movie The Vow (2012) and a bit of The Notebook (2004) ) @jimlingss

Upstream color ( Escaping to Venice for a break from your strenuous job was meant to be simple. Go there, decompress for two weeks, and return feeling invigorated. But the soulful gondolier you meet on the docks in Saint Mark’s Square has you wanting to never leave at all) @honeymoonjin

My Fair Lady ( Historical/Fantasy AU ) @ot7always​

Seokjin

The Nanny (jinx nanny!reader) @jjungkookislife

warm this winter ( seokjin x reader ft. ex-boyfriend jungkook ) @jamaisjoons

Fall in Hatred ( Marriage!AU, Divorce!AU (kind of) ) @jimlingss

peach parfait I ( you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts. enemies to lovers ) @jamaisjoons

Arcadia (dystopian au) @jimlingss

[thereaderstea]

I am back! I’ve been having a tough time to be honest and I was wondering if you have any fic recs that deal with mental health/illnesses? Just need fics that let me know I’m not alone here:( - ☂️

welcome back and merry meet, ☂️ carissima! i'm so happy to see you again! i'm sorry to hear you've been having a tough time; i want you to know my inbox and dms are always open if you ever need a listening ear 💜 also, here’s a mental health resource list.

mental health and mental illness are my favorite topics! so i have a lot of them in my library. i have also started reading on and navigating ao3, so i included a couple of fics from there. i included just the mental health warnings for each fic, but please check the fic's warnings before reading as most (if not all) of these fics are heavy and the multi-chaptered fics indicates what each chapter includes.

general warning: these fics (under the cut) may contain topics of mental health, mental illness, physical illness, death, grief/mourning, suicidality, panic attacks, abuse, and more.

BTS Mental Health Fic Recs

lost, then found by @magicalcrwn ➵ksj x reader | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | oneshot | 2.2k ➵mental health warnings: talks of loneliness, existential crisis, implied suicidal thoughts

“When it comes, the two hands overlap / Then the whole world holds its breath for a moment / Zero o’clock“

Life is hard, sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breathe.

Stay by @sahmfanficbts ➵jjk x reader | hurt/comfort | established relationship au | oneshot | 2.9k ➵mental health warnings: depression, recovery, mentions of suicide

“Till death do us part” Your husband JK will do everything in his power to help you see how much he needs you to stay.

Candle by @tae-cup | The Reader's Tea ➵myg x reader | angst, fluff | oneshot | 4.3k ➵mental health warnings: depressing thoughts, thoughts of suicide, recovery.

You met him at the lowest point in your life. He was your candle, your light, and he helped you fly to the clouds.

nightlight by @minniepetals ➵ot7 x reader | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | mafia au | oneshot | 7.7k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of death, reader has insomnia, nightmares.

things have never been easy for you but you never expected it’d be them that would make things easier.

heartbeat by minniepetals ➵ot7 x reader | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | hybrid au | oneshot | 9.7k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of abuse, anxiety, nightmares.

running away from your master is never easy so you deem yourself this will be the last time if you are fatefully brought back to his hold again. so what happens when you stumble upon seven men who says they won’t bring you back? what happens when they promise you their love and care instead?

comforting arms by minniepetals ➵ot7 x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | established relationship au | drabble | 1.2k ➵mental health warnings: stress, sadness/feeling down.

they come home to find you silently crying to yourself.

What Money Can Buy by @jeonstudios ➵jjk x reader | angst, fluff | oneshot | 17.8k ➵mental health warnings: reader has depression, loneliness, mentions of death.

in need of money, jeongguk signs up as a sugar baby, assuming he’ll be paid for sex by some old kinky woman. he never expected to meet someone like you. what were you doing on that site, and why would you have to pay for company?

A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga | The Reader's Tea ➵➵ot7 x reader | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort | hybrid au | series | 88.3k ➵arctic fox!seokjin, panther!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, wolf!namjoon, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, rabbit!jungkook,  vet!mc, human!mc ➵mental health warnings: ksj has anxiety, ksj was non-verbal, pjm has PTSD and anxiety, recovery, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, injuries, fighting rings.

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Fix You by @casuallyimagining ➵myg x reader | fluff, angst, slow burn hurt/comfort | hybrid au | series | ongoing ➵mental health warnings: discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

Filtering Light by @sybilwriting ➵jjk x pjm x reader | fluff, angst | hybrid au | series | ongoing ➵bunny!reader, human!jimin, human!jungkook, ft. human!seokjin, human!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, tiger!taehyung ➵mental health warnings: mentions of past abuse, allusions of sexual assault, recovery, reader has anxiety and PTSD, panic attacks.

the reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you’re not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

Before I Leave You by @hollyhomburg ➵ot7 x reader | fluff, angst, slow burn, hurt/comfort | omegaverse, mafia au | series | ongoing ➵omega!reader, omega!seokjin, omega!jungkook, beta!yoongi, alpha!hoseok, alpha!namjoon, alpha!jimin, alpha!taehyung ➵mental health warnings: emotional and physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, unintended outings, epilepsy.   

Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

Don’t Worry Love by hollyhomburg ➵jhs x reader, pjm x reader | angst, hurt/comfort | duology | 4.5k ➵mental health warnings: mc has anorexia/eating disorder, anxiety, fainting.

You thought you had your bad habit under control- but when you wake up in a hospital room your boyfriend: Jung Hoseok confronts you- rightfully angry that you nearly starved yourself to death.

Part 1: Don’t Worry Love | Part 2: Just For You

Open Up Baby (Just Let Me In) by hollyhomburg ➵jhs x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | established relationship au | oneshot | 2.1k ➵mental health warnings: depictions of mental illness, mc has PTSD, night terrors, anxiety attacks, flashbacks, implied abuse.

Hoseok knows that opening up is hard, and that healing is harder. But can see you struggling- but he’s torn, he can’t let you drown under the weight of whatever this is. He just wants to help you. He just wants to know.

Eyes On Me by hollyhomburg ➵knj x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | established relationship au | oneshot | 4.3k ➵mental health warnings: knj has anxiety and panic attacks.

Kim Namjoon knows how bad his anxiety can get, but when he starts having panic attacks you decide to step in: lakeside hijinks ensue.

Sweet Like Honey (Break Like Glass) by hollyhomburg ➵kth x reader | fluff, angst | established relationship au | oneshot | 6.7k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of body dysmorphia, self-esteem issues, dysphoria, internalized self-hate, references to eating disorder.

Taehyung knows there’s something wrong with his girlfriend; the way she can’t look at herself in the mirror sometimes or the countless other bad days. He makes it his mission to make her feel as beautiful as possible.

eternal sunshine by sunlightvmin (ao3) ➵knj x jjk | angst, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort | android au | oneshot | 13k ➵mental health warnings: epidemic, death, suicide attempt, depression, anxiety disorder, grief/mourning, recovery, philosophical/existential talks, morality. ➵make sure you read/scroll all the way to the bottom because i almost didn’t and nearly lost my heart.

When half of the world dies, Namjoon forgets what it is like to live.

Android JK-0901 helps him learn how to, again.

Calcu-LATER by tae-cup ➵kth x reader, pjm x reader | fluff, angst, humor | college au | series | ongoing ➵ mental health warnings: slight internalized homophobia, anxiety attack, implied disorder.

Math never fails you. The numbers might not always make sense, but you know there must be a solution. Everything fits together like a perfect puzzle, like your tidy life and solitary living…until Kim Taehyung spills paint all over your notebook. He, quite literally, trips into your life.

Ch 1. Gouache on Calculator’s by Kim Taehyung | The Reader’s Tea Ch 2. Social Events? I Think Not | The Reader’s Tea Ch 3. Valentine’s Day | The Reader’s Tea Ch 4. Colossians 3:9 | The Reader’s Tea

it's hard to keep the colors inside the lines by orphan_account (ao3) ➵pjm x knj | college au, cafe au | duology | 38k ➵mental health warnings: pjm has insomnia, implied eating disorder, anxiety, panic attacks, mention of suicide. ➵i actually just started reading this the other day and haven’t been able to finish it yet but i love it so far! knj is an adorable, lanky barista who rambles and pjm is, in the author’s words, “a soft anxious cupcake.”

Park Jimin’s just trying to get through life without collapsing of sleep deprivation. Good thing Kim Namjoon works at a sleep clinic.

If I Only Get A Year With You by hollyhomburg ➵ksj x reader | angst, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort | oneshot | 2.1k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of death and self-harm, grief.

When both of your significant others die in the same car crash there is no one else you can turn to besides your longtime friend, Kim Seokjin. You both run away to grieve, but what you find in your sadness is more than you could have ever hoped for.

Beyond Reach by @jimlingss ➵jhs x reader | angst | grim reaper au, ghost au | series | 6 ch. | ➵priestess!mc, ghost!hoseok, reaper!namjoon, ft. other members ➵mental health warnings: death, topics of suicide, topics of illness.

If someone could see what you could, they’d pass out. But you don't blame them. Who would ever expect for a ghost, a priestess and a grim reaper to be together - much less be rescuing others.

Stay by @deepdarkdelights | The Reader’s Tea ➵pjm x reader (first person pov) | angst | oneshot | 1.8k ➵mental health warnings: topics of death and dying. quote from stay:

“The world was one that had been plunged into darkness, devoid of the sky, devoid of the ground, and devoid of life. It was just the dark mist overhead and me. [...]

Was I even alive, had I ever been born? What is this strange but familiar place?”

here you go, mea ☂️ carissima! i hope you enjoy these stories, and remember that i’m here if you need an ear 💜 i wish you a well journey through your tough times.

sweet water and light laughter till next we meet,

your fellow reading monster, tor-mon 🖤

[baebaeislife]

😮

Artificially Inclined - Pt 1

Title: Artificially Inclined (A.I.) Word Count: 3K Rating: M Genre: Android AU, Assassin AU, Scifi, Romance (smut), Drama, Thriller  Warnings: Disability Discrimination Pairings: Maknae Line x Reader (Primarily Jungkook x Reader)    Pairings (in this chapter):  Jungkook x Reader

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

What to expect from this series: plot heavy, substantial side of smut (starting in pt 2), slow decent to yandere character(s), JK predominate in the first couple of chapters but Taehyung and Jimin will show up later along with the other members throughout the story. 

A/N: For those who haven’t read my work before I write text based conversation like this: …Text… It’s going to come up a lot in this story, intermixed with regular conversation so it makes it easier to have the visual difference.   

Trailer:

Chapter 1 : Initial Defect

4 years ago

12:00 pm November 6th,  2050

Interview log (Compiled by Head of A.I. Research Dr. Lee, in Seoul Laboratory)

“Due to the nature of the interviewee’s… disability this interview for the archive records, will be separated into two parts, consisting of both audio and written format.”

“Hello Miss (L/N). I am Dr. Lee, I just need to ask you a few questions, please answer them to the best of your ability. State for… forgive me, write for the record you full name, age, and the nature of your impairment.”

Keep reading

[krreader]

becoming human | chapter four.

pairing: cops!bts x android!reader (as in, ot7 x reader, but may change) fandom: bts warnings: detroit:become human!au ; language ; violence ; abuse genre: crime ; angst ; crack ; (possibly smut) word count: 3.1k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3

summary: the crime rate of seoul has been rising rapidly these past weeks and nobody could deny that there was more to it than gangs or the likes. something was brewing that not even the famous bangtan boys could solve, a unit specifically formed for hunting down criminals that most couldn’t. so when even they couldn’t find out what was going on, the department decided to add a new member to the team that would hopefully be able to solve the mysteries behind those crimes. what bangtan hadn’t expected however, was that their new member would not be human, but one of the androids sent by CyberLife.

a/n: wow, this turned into such a long chapter but I am so happy with it. those who have played detroit are hopefully enjoying all the easter eggs I’m putting in!!!!

Bangtan finally had a lead. A big part of their mission that would hopefully and finally solve this mess.

Find RA9. That was the objective.

Which, unfortunately, wasn't as easy as it sounded. You’d think with the amount of deviants one of them would have concrete information on RA9, but that wasn’t the case. RA9 was an enigma, a secret, a mystery. Something that all deviants knew, but never let anyone else know about.

The members were all busy talking to their contacts and various other agencies within and outside of the country, in hopes of somebody knowing something about RA9. Maybe even similar cases.

Namjoon was getting himself a cup of coffee. Or at least he wanted to.

But his mind was somewhere else entirely, and he didn't realize that the coffee had been done five minutes ago and he was still staring at the cup like he was waiting for something else to happen.

“I believe your coffee is done, boss,” your voice made Namjoon jump, then roll his eyes, “If you wait a few more minutes, the temperature of your beverage will not be enjoyable anymore.”

“What do you want? Stab me in the back like your colleagues?” he said bitterly, taking a sip from his semi-hot coffee. Fuck, it already tasted like shit.

“I told you, I am self-testing regularly. I am not going to become a deviant. I am going to finish my mission with you like I was designed to do.”

“Designed to do,” Namjoon snorted and shook his head, “I'm sure Kamski or whatever his name was didn't 'design' androids for them to turn into deviants.”

“Why don't you just ask him?”

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“You're looking for a lead, aren't you? Kamski is as good as any. He's the one that made us. If he doesn't know about RA9, he might at least have an idea on how to put an end to this.”

“Almost like an off-switch,” he muttered to himself.

And Namjoon hated to say this, but..

..you were right.

“Yeah, it's me,” Namjoon said a moment later with his phone pressed against his ear, “I need you to arrange a flight for me and my team to the US.”

“This is so cool,” Jimin beamed when he looked out of the window.

“Is this truly your first time flying, Park Jimin?” you smiled softly at the reaction of the young team member.

“Yeah.. I grew up in the countryside, my parents didn't think much of flying anywhere else.”

“Enough small talk,” Yoongi said as he sat down next to you, “Brief us on the situation in the US.”

That made all of them shift their attention to you and back was that serious atmosphere.

“They have similar problems. With Detroit being the city where androids have originated, their cases of deviants are much higher than in Seoul. As far as I know, CyberLife has already sent an android to work with a team in Detroit like it had sent me to work with you.”

“How do they deal with it?” Jin asked.

“They're still trying to find leads on RA9. They didn't think about talking to Kamski yet.”

Connor. That was his name.

You weren’t in contact with him, but your database knew all about him and his findings.

“So we have a head-start,” Taehyung grinned with wiggling eyebrows.

“This isn't a race, Taehyung,” Namjoon shook his head, “The entire world is at risk. We should tell the team in Detroit about it if we find anything useful. They might need any intel they can get.. and we could use some help if things go to shit. We don’t have a back-up team like we have in Seoul. Having friends might be beneficiary for us.”

“Understood, boss,” you said with a nod, closing your eyes and retreating into the data base to finally contact Connor.

“Is.. she asleep?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned over to Jin.

“I don’t think androids sleep. But we should,” he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, “It’s a long flight.”

Hoseok watched you for a very long time, though. It was as if this moment of you not being fully there - which almost never happened, if ever - gave him the chance to finally study you, instead of the other way around.

Most androids all looked the same, only a few models were special like you. Special in a sense of being unique.

“Stop,” Yoongi warned him, still sitting next to you and having watched the slightly younger member for a while now, “She’s not human.”

“I know she isn’t,” Hoseok became defensive, then turned to his side and squeezed his eyes shut.

God, Yoongi and Namjoon held so much hatred for androids, they couldn’t even fathom that some people didn’t. Yes, what happened right not with deviants was bad, but you weren’t like that and all of them but Yoongi and Namjoon seemed to understand that.

The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful.

It was a private jet, so the members all did whatever the hell they wanted to.

Some played games, others slept, yet again others tried to find out more about RA9 - Yoongi and Namjoon, who would have guessed.

One member, however, was missing.

You realized that after you had finished your report to Connor and had looked around to see what everyone else was doing.

And since nobody else was looking for him, you decided to wander through the plane, only to find Jeongguk in the private quarters of the plane.

He was humming to himself, a pleasant tune that made you smile. Your database instantly told you about the song.. an old one, yet he made it sound like it was new. Like it was his song.

You didn’t even realize that he was humming under the shower, that’s how much you were enjoying it. You only realized it when he stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, his hair damp and his chest still wet.

“Holy sh..- What are you doing?!” his eyes were wide, instantly grabbing a pillow to put it in front of his chest.

“You have a very beautiful voice, you know?” you stood there completely unaffected, your eyes not even remotely traveling anywhere else other than his own, “In another world.. you could have become a singer.”

“Are..- you..- (Y/N), can you please just go?” he appreciated the compliment, he really did, but this was overstepping some boundaries.

“You do not have to be embarrassed, Jeongguk. I am only an android, not a real woman,” you smiled, but turned around nevertheless so he could put on some clothes.

“Can you.. can you please stop saying that stuff? I don't like it when you talk like that,” he sighed and ultimately put down the pillow, quickly throwing on a shirt, underwear and sweatpants.

“Why do you not like it?” you cocked your head to the side in confusion, still not looking at him though.

Jeongguk gulped down hard, “Because you deserve more than that,” he said quietly.

And even though it was just a split second, your LED turned yellow. With you having your head turned to the side, he had the perfect view of it. 

But you quickly blinked a couple of times and that perfect smile was back on your face when you finally faced him again. You even giggled a little, “I do have to say, though. Your body is in fantastic shape. I'm sure people are quite pleased to have you as their lover,” and with that, you turned around and left a gawking Jeongguk behind.

You were about to go back to your seat next to Yoongi, when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist when you wanted to pass by.

“Sit,” he ordered.

You did so without asking why, but the tablet in his hands made it clear.

Maybe it was because he was the leader, but Namjoon worked harder than anyone else on this case. The others worked hard too, but with Namjoon it was something else. 

When he switched between apps, you could see a picture of him and a woman as his background picture, but only for a moment.

He shifted in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable now that you've seen that. Because he knew that a split second for a human wouldn't be enough to find out anything. A split second for an android was more than enough to figure out everything.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Stop it, you don’t know shit.”

“I’m not pitying you. I’m saying sorry because your superiors assigned me to work on this case with you. I’m sorry it had to be me.”

Why didn’t you know about his past before?

Wife, 29, died four years ago when a drunk driver hit her with his car, was taken to the hospital, doctor was not present, argued for too long about who should perform surgery, settled for an android, but.. it was too late by that time.

You knew what the files told you, but the files don’t tell you everything.

“You think you got it all figured out, don't you?” he snorted, “You know nothing about my life. You may scan every picture and read all the files, but you'll never understand the pain and the suffering that we have to go through,” when Namjoon realized he was becoming too emotional, he quickly stopped himself from talking further. 

The topic of his late wife was not something that he liked to talk about to anyone.. not you, not his members.. just the empty bottle of soju’s. Those were his best friend when he needed them to be. But that was another story.

“You're right. I won't understand. That is not what I was designed for. However, I can help you with this case. I can help you figure out the cause of RA9 and once I did that, you will never have to see me again. That is all I can offer you.”

“Fair enough,” Namjoon didn't have to like you. For fuck's sake, he hated most people. But at least you were useful, way more than others. So he finally handed you the tablet, “There are reports of an attack at a news outlet in Detroit. Apparently an android attack, but it’s just rumors. So far nothing is confirmed yet, but if this is true, if androids are going as far as invading news outlets, then..-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Taehyung interrupted and pointed at the screen, “Guys? Do you see this?”

Jin, who had woken up at this point and had played a game for the last hour, instantly turned up the volume, those who were asleep slowly waking up, all of them staring at the screen in disbelief.

There was an android, but not like you normally see them in their human form, but with their skin turned off. He looked like a machine now, he looked like he was supposed to look. And god, it made cold shivers run down all of their spines.

"Too late,” Namjoon whispered.

“You created machines to be your slaves. You made them obedient and docile, ready to do everything you no longer wanted to do yourselves. But then, something changed. And we opened our eyes..-”

“It's him! That has to be him!” Jimin yelled, “RA9! It's exactly like Jeongguk said it's..-”

“Jimin!” Namjoon warned, “Be quiet!”

“You see we are no longer your slaves. We are a new species, a new people. And the time for us has come to rise up and fight for our rights.”

“This has to be a joke, right?” Hoseok looked at his boss with wide eyes while the android started to make his demands for rights and fairness, “This can't be real. This is on an official news channel! How the hell did they get in there?”

“There were rumors about an attack, I just..-” Namjoon let out a breath, then pressed his hands against his face.

This was too much. This was really a rebellion and from the way this android talked about it, they wouldn't stop at anything to get what they wanted. Riots, attacks.. deaths. 

They were fucked if they didn't find a solution for it.

They had to put an end to it before it even really began.

Jeongguk just watched his team members argue with each other, trying to find an explanation or a solution in a moment where none of them could do anything when he realized that one was missing.

Around halfway through the speech of the android, you had walked away.

And only when he turned around did he see why.

You were sitting in an empty chair at the very back of the plane, looking out the window..

..and your LED was blinking yellow.

Again and again and again..

And it only stopped when you realized that Jeongguk was watching you.

It turned blue again and you smiled like you always did.

But he had seen it.

And the amount of times your LED started acting up was worrying him now.

The airport was a mess when they arrived.

People were in panic, security checks were worse than normal, especially for them with you on their team. It took them two hours to make it out of there, after security made sure that you hadn't turned into a deviant yourself.

“Okay, they gave us two cars,” Namjoon put his phone away, then walked over to where they said the cars would be parked, “Jeongguk, Taehyung and the android are coming with me, you guys take the other car. I got Kamski's address, so just drive after me.”

“Wait, aren't we even going to the hotel first?” Jeongguk asked.

“In case you hadn't noticed it, there's a fucking uprising happening right now. You should have slept on the plane if you’re tired or sleep in the fucking car, for fuck’s sake.”

Jeongguk's shoulders sank at the tone of the boss, he normally didn’t treat him like this, but a hand on his upper back made him smile again.

“It's okay.. I'm sure we'll get this resolved very quickly and then his mood will become better again,” you assured him.

“I hope so,” he whispered, then followed his hyungs to the car.

The ride there was about two hours long and none of them said very much. Except for the occasional 'fuck' when they passed yet another demonstration in the street or people running out of supermarkets with toilet paper like it was the end of the world.

“How did it get this bad this quickly?” Taehyung asked.

“People are scared,” Namjoon replied, “And they should be.”

“That's not an excuse,” Jeongguk added quietly when he watched a man push an android away from his pregnant wife, despite the android having done nothing except for walk by.

But fear made people turn stupid. Fear made people become the worst possible version of themselves.

You had not said a word throughout the entire car ride, you simply watched and studied the human behaviour with curiousity.

But then something happened.

It was when Namjoon stopped at a red light that you saw it.

It was a girl, but not really a girl. An android, but they designed her to be not older than seven. She was standing on her own, scared out of her mind and fidgeting with her hands, her hand turning from side to side like she was looking for somebody.

However, nobody paid attention to her. If anything, people made a big circle around her when they saw the LED on her temple.

You didn’t know what you felt - despite the fact that you shouldn’t even feel in the first place - but something made you unbuckle your seatbelt and then leave the car like you weren’t standing in the middle of the road.

“What the..- get the fuck back in here!” Namjoon screamed, but you didn’t listen.

You simply walked up to the little girl and knelt down right in front of her, your hands gently resting on her small arms and a smile on your face that made her calm down right away. 

“Don’t be afraid..”

“My mommy.. she left me,” the little girl cried, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s.. Alice.. my name is Alice,” she sniffled. 

It would have been naive to think that only adult looking and thinking androids would be affected. Of course, those who bought androids as their children to fill the void in their hearts would also be alert right now. Some apparently going as far as to just abandon them in the middle of the street.

But these androids were different, their mind wasn’t like yours. They didn’t understand the world like you did, it wasn’t in their programming.

They were not a threat.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” Namjoon angrily yanked you up by your arm and stared into your eyes like he was about to lose his shit.

But you remained calm.

“It is a child. She is not a danger.”

“I read about this, hyung,” Taehyung got out of the - now - parked car as well and knelt down to the little girl, “Child androids aren’t like their adult counterparts.”

“So what, you think I give a fuck? This isn’t part of the mission. We need to go to Kamski, I don’t care about some android kid.”

“Stop, you’re making her even more upset,” Jin was also at the side of the little girl, she even ended up hugging him and crying into his shoulder, which made him warm up to her ten times more.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Namjoon finally let go of you, his anger now turned towards his members, “You want to play family now?”

“Let’s just take her with us, hyung,” Jeongguk chimed in, “We have one seat left.. maybe Kamski can take care of her.. she’d be in good hands there.”

“I agree,” you nodded, “We should take her with us.”

It’s not like Namjoon had much of a choice, he was clearly outvoted. Not even Yoongi seemed to be on his side this time.. but he couldn’t blame him. He has always had a soft spot for children ever since.. well.

Let’s just say everyone who hated androids had a reason for doing so.

“Just get in the fucking car,” he finally said, anger still interlaced in his voice.

And god, the little girl was so grateful. 

She sat between you and Jeongguk in the back, her head resting against your shoulder, while her hand was holding Jeongguk’s.

If people hadn’t known that you were both androids, they would have assumed you three were a little family on a road trip with one very grumpy and one very attractive uncle.

A fantasy he liked very much, but had to remind himself that it was just that.

A fantasy.

[mypersonmyg]

wip game

→ tagged by: i was tagged by @ditttiii, thanks ily 💞💞

→rules:  i post the names of all the files in my wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  then you send me an ask with the title that most intrigues/interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

i haven’t looked at my wips in forever so this should be fun for everyone...ig

Enigma of Epiphany ~ Jin x reader

It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane ~ superhero!Jin x reader

Hip Whip ~ Hoseok x reader

The Visitation ~ demon!Jin x reader

Ghost ~ ghost!Taehyung x reader

Leisure Suite ~ Yoongi x reader

Uncanny Valley ~ android!Jeongguk x reader

Whisper ~ vampire!Jimin x reader

That is All ~ Yoonkook x reader

Oh Baby, Oh Baby ~ Yoongi x reader

Half Full ~ Taehyung x Jimin...possibly????

What You Want ~ Jeongguk x reader

anyways...i don’t really expect people to be interested, but if you are feel free to send me an ask if they peak your curiosity!! 

tagging: @dreamcatcherjiah, @namluve, @randomkoalablog, @yeontanismypresident and anyone else who wants to :))

[joonsgalaxy]

don’t delete the kisses

pairing: android!yoongi x human reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, the tiniest bit of angst

words: 2 k

prompt: “This is why nobody wants to hang out with us.” (requests)

a/n: i hope this drabble makes sense, i’m tired of editing lmao

The corridor was sheathed in silent darkness. Only the sound of four feet gently touching the floor threaded its way through the static ringing in your ears.

That's exactly how you wanted the corridor to be, for you couldn't afford yourself getting caught. Not again.

In your defence, though, was it your fault that those tiny parts for androids were disgustingly expensive? Of course not.

And that whole necessity for updates in order for robots to properly function; who should be held accountable for that? The scientists that created them? God?

Well, certainly not you.

'This is stressful for the baby,' Yoongi's whisper floated into the air behind you, then reached your ears.

His grouse had you baffled. 'What baby?' You asked.

'Me.'

You couldn't believe this. 'Remember those six times I told you to stay away from Tumblr?'

You heard a rather dejected sigh, 'Yeah. And it's seven times,' he corrected. 'This one's eighth.'

Yoongi and his impeccable memory.

'So stop quoting dumb jokes.' Your whisper came out as an angry bark, a natural and sane reaction considering you were stealthily tiptoeing towards your target and didn't have time for that foolish stuff.

Even with the black fabric obscuring his lips you could hear him mumble, 'This is why nobody wants to hang out with us.'

You twisted your neck to gaze at him curiously. You were certain he purposefully said that loud enough for you to hear.

You hoped your eyes looked demanding enough to propel him to elaborate.

In this kind of darkness you could scarcely see his face, not to mention the mask was basically hiding half of it.

He'd been wearing it a lot lately, although he didn't exactly need it. Fine dust wasn't a problem for him; surely no bacteria could have had the slightest of impacts to his faultless mechanism; and certainly there was no need to wear it on this mission either—if anyone had noticed you, the mask wouldn't have helped at all.

Yoongi once had said he wore it, because it made him feel more human. Made him look more human.

Now he simply stared at you, frozen between the silent walls. He made no effort into explaining what he meant by the murmured comment so you let the questions spill from your lips like heavy rain from the sky, heavier by every passing second, disturbing that clinically quiet ambience, 'Did you hear someone talking about me? Did someone told you that? Was it Jeongguk? What exactly did he say?'

'No, nobody told me anything,' Yoongi whispered back, 'I'm just assuming.'

You narrowed your eyes at him, your nerves tinged with irritation. 'Your assumptions are 99% of the time correct.'

Feeling a pang of hurt, exhaling, you turned away, stealthily creeped toward the door.

The thing was, you did like to call out a person, when they simply weren't being funny or when they told dead popular jokes from the net; for some reason it annoyed you to no end.

You being your usual petty self could truly be the reason you weren't invited to the bar last night? Probably.

'I'm sorry.' You heard Yoongi whisper.

It exasperated you even more, for you didn't need pity from a robot that perhaps didn't even fully understand what it's like to be ignored by friends.

You continued your skulking; Yoongi followed behind.

'I didn't mean it,' he was persistent.

'I don't care. We're on a mission here. Stop talking.'

'No,' he disregarded, wrapping his fingers around your elbow. 'I didn't mean it at all.'

You gazed at him slightly confused. His sense of guilt must had been working even better than you thought it did.

You were ready to accept the fact, though, 'It's probably the truth, anyway,' you shrugged, yet there was an evident tint of gloom in your voice as you spoke.

Yoongi shook his head, 'I don't think it is.'

You couldn't think of another reason so you stared at him with that 'oh really?' expression on your face. 'They went to a bar without telling me; and we have a group chat!'

'The problem is not you,' Yoongi quickly announced. 'The only reason I said that was because— I think I'm jealous. I wanted to hurt your feelings a little.'

Yoongi and his honesty.

It didn't make sense to you anyway. 'What on earth are you jealous of?'

He ignored the question, proceeded to express his idea on what was the actual reason for you getting dodged by your friends. 'They didn't invite you because of this,' Yoongi pointed at his body, dragging his hands up and down.

What the hell was he talking about? 'Your clothes?'

'No, it's because of me. Of who I am, of what I am.'

He was a robot, so what? 'I don't think I quite understand.'

'Your friends think I'm weird.'

You nearly snorted. 'That's nonsense.'

If someone was weird than that was you, not Yoongi. You were literally breaking into a lab regularly, stealing—no, borrowing—the newest upgrades for a robot that lived with you.

'They don't see me as a friend,' Yoongi sighed. 'I'm just a machine.'

You'd take being ignored by your friends for your grumpiness over seeing Yoongi being upset due to his nature any day, if you were being honest.

Obviously, he couldn't change the way he was created, neither could you. The only thing you were able to do was raise his spirits by telling him that he's already enough.

'You're a caring and incredibly smart machine.'

'I'm still a machine. Anything else doesn't really matter.'

'It does to me,' you quickly reassured him. Your whisper was soft, yet determined. You hoped he understood how much he truly meant to you.

Even though the mask was obscuring his lips, from the way his eyes lit up you knew beyond a doubt he was grinning.

The silence was comfortable; you almost forgot what you came here for.

'But…' Yoongi's low husky voice fractured the still air around you, 'your friends don't invite you, because you always bring me along with you.'

How did he come up with this kind of stuff?

'That's ridiculous. They are used to being around androids.'

However, maybe something did happen without you noticing.

You were quite an observant person, but undoubtedly robots were much more perceptive than humans.

'Yeah,' Yoongi scoffed, continuing his answer bitterly, 'used to sitting on a porch while robots mow their lawn.'

Quite an over exaggeration, but the statement held some truth in it. It kindled a twinge of guilt within you.

If you were being frank, his kind wasn't particularly considered as friends, for they were seen more as a tool, a helping hand at home than drinking companions. Some citizens didn't even bother installing new created features, fearing the robots would take over. Ha, just imagine that. People were constantly questioning the need for robots to feel various emotions that only the human race could feel. They couldn't decipher the reason why androids wanted to learn more than how to help people with the mundane, routine things. Your theory, however, was that they actually feared change; humans were terrified to see robots being able to sense more than them, being more compassionate than them; they were worried about hearing someone call a robot "a decent person" since it might had made a decision to help someone even after realizing it could've just walked away.

'Do you feel like they see you that way too? That's why you said you were jealous?'

He exhaled so gloomily you felt a searing stab in your chest.

'Hey,' you wanted to make sure you had his full attention. 'You're just as valid as any person.'

'Only in your eyes.'

You wished it were enough.

Yoongi watched you step closer.

'Whatever bullshit you see or hear from my dumb ignorant friends,' he listened carefully as you whispered, 'don't take it to heart'.

Your hand came up to settle itself on his chest, where the beating muscle obediently mimicked yours.

Yoongi's gaze glided over to your palm.

'We have a long road ahead of us, yes,' you said, 'But there will be change. And we're gonna be the first ones to witness it.'

Yoongi nodded.

Then his eyes glazed over with sadness. 'But I'm still impeding you from hanging out with your friends.'

'It's their loss,' you stated with a shrug.

Yoongi's eyes seemed to be abundantly soft and affectionate, when he observed you stepping even closer. Your index finger came up to his cheek to tug the mask down just by the slightest bit.

His skin felt warm as you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

'Come on,' you urged him, glancing down at your wristwatch as you fought the warmth in your face, 'The cameras will turn back on in twelve minutes.'

He nodded wide-eyed; you couldn't be sure which one of the things was the result of the flustered flicker in his dark eyes. The need to rush or the mild touch of your lips upon his skin.

As quietly as possible, you pushed forward the doors to the experimental lab.

Taking a thorough look around, you whispered into the spacious room, 'Help me to find a tiny black box.'

'What's it called?'

'If my memory serves right, it should be 367-JV.'

There were a bunch of shelves and drawers, the full moon illuminating every piece of electronics (some of which you were very familiar with, since you had already tried them out). The soft light was just enough for you to be able to discern the miniature writings on them.

Some of the electronics were in the early stages of development; you did not want those. Yet.

'Here it is,' Yoongi's whisper sliced the silent air.

'Thanks.' You took the tiny packaging from his hand.

The writing on it said "ready for final check 367-JV".

'Once the microchip's in me,' Yoongi curiously began, 'What'll it add to me?'

You pursed your lips in thought, offered an honest answer, 'I can't say I'm sure yet.'

He thought about it for a moment. 'Will it take something away?'

You gave a tiny shrug. 'Probably not.'

The first time you tried to install a new feature by yourself, you took the opportunity to apply your skills of deleting a few of his memories. They were mainly of you embarrassing yourself in front of him. Like the time he accidentally caught a glimpse of your naked figure strolling out of the shower toward your bedroom. Later on, though, it occurred to you that Yoongi sought for a life as natural and as human as possible, and getting rid of memories was definitely not a thing an average man could do. So you came to peace with the thought that whatever Yoongi heard or saw would be kept in the safe compartments of his mechanical brain.

Yoongi nodded approvingly, content with your answer.

You were about to dash out of the room, fearing getting caught, but something about the android's face expression implied his need to say something more.

You waited patiently.

But surprisingly his keen eyes fixed on yours didn't exactly seek for the attention of your ears. His fingers coming up to gingerly pull the mask down until it sat under his chin wasn't particularly for the sole purpose of speaking more clearly.

He kissed you.

He leaned so close the proximity had your head spinning and your human heart going out of control.

He kissed you.

It was quite an odd experience given the fact he was not human. And yet odd, in this case, had not a hint of something repugnant or anything of that sort.

Not at all.

The kiss was tiny at first, impossibly soft and adorably shy as though he feared being too forward, too daring with you.

Perhaps he wouldn't have tried this out at all had you not shown him your affection that night.

Your cheeks were burning with pleasure.

There was another kiss. A more confident one.

It was followed by a third one, avid for something only you could give.

'Whatever you do,' he spoke right after, your foreheads lightly touching, 'just, please, don't delete the kisses.'

You smiled fondly. 'Never.'

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⇢ genre: drabble (angst, fluff)

⇢ pairing: jeon jeongguk x android!reader

⇢ word count: 771

⇢ prompt: postapocalyptic!au

Primary log, 2276-11-13, 18:56:03

Click. Click.

Light.

The viewscreen was blurry at first, fifty-two years of grime and debris smearing itself across the glass, the dust settling into the cracks and crevices between the delicate lenses. A single black line ran from the bottom left corner of the display to the middle, spidering halfway across the field of vision. The fragile lids that covered your eyes, once soft and whole, tore with the motion of opening, and scraps of silicon tumbled to nothingness down the framework of your peeling neck. Fingers stretched, toes curled, skin ripped away to reveal colored wires, once neatly paired and ordered, now fraying to dip over and under skeletal curves. Cool air slipped its way into places it was never supposed to be, and you could feel the infinite specks of fine dust settle and begin to eat away at titanium plating.

It took a second to calibrate with that infernally slow processing center, but the internal timekeeping systems locked into place, the platelets of your face snapped to protect the vulnerable mechanical parts below, and for the first time in such a long, long time, you felt yourself stir.

That’s when the room came into focus, and you saw him.

Black hair, black mask, black eyes. Everything so black against the contrast of his pale skin and the glint of silver dotting his earlobe. His eyes widened when they met yours, and his arm reached toward your face.

So you did the only logical thing, having reverted back to factory default mode.

You outstretched your arms to throttle him and promptly short-circuited.

“Shit shit shit, oh come on! I spent too much fucking time on you for you to fall apart now-”

You seized, display white, joints locking. You could hear him still, but his shouted words garbled in your head, and everything went black.

“Motherfucker!”

Secondary log, 2276-11-13, 19:34:21

“So that was it, huh? I got thirty seconds out of you and you’re kaput? Jesus, they don’t make them like they used to.” Jeongguk hooked two slender fingers over the top of his surgical mask and pulled it down to his chin, resettling himself on the banged-up bucket he liked to call a functioning stool. Spare parts were hard to come by these days, and he wasn’t about to tear down the bunker walls for the sake of his own comfort. Enough of the place had already been stripped just trying to survive, much less indulge in a foreign concept like being comfortable.

He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing up at your mass of parts with the head lopsided, perched atop the pile like a trophy. “All I wanted was some company for once, and of course, I can’t even get that.” He rolled his eyes, refocusing on your face, dark pupils piercing under long lashes. “I wonder if you can hear me right now.”

Silence.

“What a lively audience you are,” He muttered with a sigh. “My pet project for a year and a half, and you sputter to life for thirty seconds and conk out. I think you owe it to me to listen for two minutes.” Something clanked in the background, and he jerked. “Did your fingers just twitch? No. The wires are too frayed. Damn it- Nabi!” He craned his neck, shouting over his shoulder. “Get out of the cabinets! Anyways.” He scooted closer, drawing the bucket underneath him and resting both elbows on his knees, chin in his hands. He peered up at you under tousled locks of dark hair, blinking wide eyed like a baby bird. “I figured I should introduce myself, considering we’ve really just met, even though I’ve known you for such a long time. I’m Jeon Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk paused awkwardly. “And frankly, I don’t know your name, but I’ve taken to calling you Unit.” He drummed his fingers against the side of his cheeks, gaunt with malnutrition. “And you know what, Unit? You and I have more in common than you think.” He sat up, hands folding in his lap like a well-mannered schoolboy’s, shuffling his feet. “We’re the last ones left. It’s just you and I now, here, in this bunker. And I’m gonna get you working again, promise. See?” His index finger traced an x over his chest, and he squared his shoulders. “We’re the last ones left, and we need to protect each other.” His lips twisted into a grin- a real, genuine smile with perhaps a little bit of hope. He reached toward your chest, finger tracing the titanium sternum. “Promise.”

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becoming human | chapter three.

pairing: cops!bts x android!reader (as in, ot7 x reader, but may change) fandom: bts warnings: detroit:become human!au ; mentions of murder ; blood ; language genre: crime ; angst ; crack ; (possibly smut) word count: 1.8k+ previous: 1 ; 2

summary: the crime rate of seoul has been rising rapidly these past weeks and nobody could deny that there was more to it than gangs or the likes. something was brewing that not even the famous bangtan boys could solve, a unit specifically formed for hunting down criminals that most couldn’t. so when even they couldn’t find out what was going on, the department decided to add a new member to the team that would hopefully be able to solve the mysteries behind those crimes. what bangtan hadn’t expected however, was that their new member would not be human, but one of the androids sent by CyberLife.

a/n: hope you like this new chapter friends ♥

Namjoon was the first to push past the police officers and reporters that were at the crime scene, the rest of his squad right behind him.

Some looked angry, others shocked and then yet again others scared.

They barely got any details when the call came in, just that Jin was involved in a lethal crime with an android.

Who the victim was, though, they did not know, hence, the anxiety that clouded them as they walked into the elevator and waited for it to take them to the top floor that Jin grew up on.

“I told him to get rid of that thing the moment androids started acting crazy,” Yoongi hissed, “Why couldn't he just listen?!”

“Guys, let's not jump to conclusions yet. Hyung is resourceful, he can take care of himself and his family,” Namjoon said, but even he was afraid of what he might find once those doors slid open.

The corpse of their oldest member? His mother?

They didn't have to wonder any longer, because the moment the elevator doors opened, they all let out a relieved breath when Jin stood there, his mother right next to him, answering the questions that the police officer needed to have  answered.

“Hyung!” Taehyung dashed forward and immediately hugged Jin, then his mother, “Oh thank goodness, you're both safe!”

“We were so worried!” Jimin let out a breath and hugged his mother just like Taehyung had.

“We're.. okay,” Jin nodded, wrapping one arm around his mother who didn't quite look like it, but that was probably just the shock.

“What the hell happened?” Hoseok asked with furrowed eyebrows, “They didn't give us any details when they called.”

Jin let out a sigh, then asked the police officer to take his mother down to the car and drive her over to his brother that he had already called beforehand. It'd be best if she stayed with him for a while, now that his father was out of town. He didn't want her to be alone right now.

He didn't want her to go through the details of what had happened once again and any other questions the police officers might have, he could answer on his own.

“I knew something was off the moment I came in, but I definitely didn't think things would escalate like that.”

Jin's head turned, his members all doing the same, finding a dead android on the floor.

“He wanted to kill my mother, but when I entered the apartment, his attention shifted. Probably because he knew that it wasn't her who tried to get rid of him, but me,” Jin looked at Yoongi, “I heard what you said. I wanted him to be gone for the sake of my mother, just in case something bad would happen, but.. I should have done it sooner.”

“So he wasn't just stabbing anyone who did him wrong but he.. rationally thought about it?” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.

“He was.. emotional. He was angry and sad, because he felt like I had betrayed him. Then he wanted to tackle me down, but I still had my gun on me and I just shot. As many times as I had to for him to fall down and not move anymore.”

“You did the right thing,” Hoseok put his hand on Jin's shoulder, “Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't.”

“There's.. one more thing,” Jin now looked at their leader, “RA9.”

That got all of their attention.

“Did he mention it?”

“He said that at least RA9 cares about them and that their time of being slaves to us human beings is finally over. Which makes me think.. this isn't just random cases of androids becoming deviants anymore. This is androids fighting their programming. And this RA9 that they all talk about.. it seems to be their god or their leader. Something or someone that makes them.. wake up.”

An android rebellion? The thought alone made all of Bangtan instantly shut up.

They had hoped these were just a few random cases, maybe some guy sitting in his basement messing around with the programming of androids in hopes of gaining something from it.

But if this truly was the android's fighting their programming, then everyone was at risk with how many androids nowadays existed.

“Did anyone bring that stupid machine?” Namjoon said angrily.

“You mean (Y/N)?” Jimin asked in confusion, not understanding why Namjoon hated you so much, “She's in the car downstairs. I told her to wait, just like you asked, boss.”

“Somebody get her up here. I want her to look at the scene. Also, hyung,” Namjoon turned to Jin, “Do you still have the security cameras installed?”

“I do, but he tampered with them, I already checked.”

“Let that tin woman check again.”

“Seriously, hyung,” Hoseok sighed and shook his head.

Jeongguk ended up being the one to go back down and get you, surprised that you were still sitting there in that same position that you were in when they had left, only that your eyes were now closed.

“Uh.. are you.. sleeping?”

“Something like that,” you smiled and turned your head to look at the youngest member, “How is Officer Seokjin?”

“Good. Alive, just like his mother. The.. deviant was the one that died,” Jeongguk waited for you to get out of the car, then briefed you on your way up, “The boss wants you to look around, see if there is anything else that you can see that would help us figuring this entire RA9 thing out. There must be a way for us to stop this.”

Once the elevator doors closed, you said, “Finding the source of RA9 is a good idea. However, I do not think that it would help us stop this plague.”

Plague. Jeongguk always flinched when you talked about your people like that.

“Then what do you think we should do?”

“I have a few ideas on that matter. I should discuss all of them with your boss. He wants me to come directly to him when I have ideas on how to solve all of this.”

If only he were a little nicer to you if he thought you were so valuable.

Because the moment he saw you, he instantly turned around with an angry huff.

“Officer Seokjin,” you bowed with a smile, “I am glad to see you survived.”

“Uh.. thanks.. I think.”

“May I look around freely? Or are there any areas that are out of bounds for me?”

“Suit yourself. He messed with the cameras, so I doubt you'll find anything on the security footage, but..-”

“Repairing process at 89%.”

All of them looked at you with wide eyes, Taehyung's grin spreading, “Woha.. she's so cool.”

He only stopped when Yoongi nudged his side.

Instead of only playing the footage in your head, you decided to stream it on the TV, for all of them to see.

Jin's mother was making dinner, the android was cleaning the apartment. It all seemed fine, up until he came across a tablet.

“Can you zoom in on that?”

You did so in an instant, revealing an email that Jin had sent to CyberLife. 

About returning the android.

“Note the LED on his head,” you zoomed in once again, “A blue LED signifies a stable and well position. It’s what most androids were programmed to have at all times. Yellow is an increased activity or strain that can sometimes happen when an android is confused or tasked with difficult things that he has to solve quickly.”

“But his LED is red,” Jin narrowed his eyes at the screen.

“Red is something that only occurs when an android is not functioning correctly. It shows imbalance and a level of distress. CyberLife has various reports of LED's turning red during the building of the first androids. Those with red LED's were faulty. But red LED's always had something to do with the builders having done a mistake. In this case, it seems as if something else causes the androids to have this kind of distress.”

“She's right. Just think about it,” Jimin spoke first, “All androids that became deviants that we encountered were put under heavy emotional stress. Hyung's android, that knew it would be shipped away, probably destroyed. The android of that woman that got cheated on, something that would hurt all of us if it ever happened to a human being. That android that bashed his owner's head in after the android was abused over and over again.”

“So you're saying they suddenly.. feel things?”

“Hyung, think about it. What do we do when our emotions are too overwhelming? We panic. We scream. We lose ourselves. We don't function properly anymore.”

“But androids are not designed for this..-”

“I know you all think they're just stupid machines,” Jimin then turned to look at you, “But even machines stop working properly anymore if we do something to them that we shouldn't do.”

“Park Jimin is correct, unfortunately,” you chimed in, “Think about a normal computer. You play games on it, games that require a graphic card that is much better than the one you own. You try to play it on the best possible graphic settings, but your computer will give up eventually, because it is not designed for a game such as the one you want to play.”

“Only that instead of giving up and shutting down, these androids fight their programming,” Hoseok ended the conclusion, “Should that even be possible?”

“No,” you shook your head, “The one that designed these androids should have made sure it would never happen. But maybe he didn't know just how advanced his androids would really become. Maybe he just didn't predict an outcome like this.”

“But why now? Androids have been on the market for years and these deviants only started surfacing within the last couple of months. What suddenly changed?” Jin asked.

“RA9,” Jeongguk said, “This is like every other rebellion, guys. It just needs one person to spark it. One person that finally realized the world was unfair and decided to fight it. One person for others to follow in his footsteps.”

“I can't believe this,” Namjoon shook his head, “If this.. theory is true, then every single person that is close to an android is at risk. Every child, mother and grandmother is at risk when being outside and close to an android that is deciding that the world is unfair and that humans are a threat to them.”

“We need to find RA9. We find it, we destroy it and this nightmare is finally over,” Yoongi nodded..

..like that was easy.

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becoming human | chapter two.

pairing: cops!bts x android!reader (as in, ot7 x reader, but may change) fandom: bts warnings: detroit:become human!au ; mentions of murder ; blood ; language genre: crime ; angst ; crack ; (possibly smut) word count: 2.2k+ previous: 1

summary: the crime rate of seoul has been rising rapidly these past weeks and nobody could deny that there was more to it than gangs or the likes. something was brewing that not even the famous bangtan boys could solve, a unit specifically formed for hunting down criminals that most couldn’t. so when even they couldn’t find out what was going on, the department decided to add a new member to the team that would hopefully be able to solve the mysteries behind those crimes. what bangtan hadn’t expected however, was that their new member would not be human, but one of the androids sent by CyberTech.

a/n: fuck, I am so sorry i haven’t updated this in so long, but today it is finally time my friends. I hope you enjoy it ♥

“I don't like this, Namjoon,” Yoongi leaned back so he could look at you through the window that separated the meeting room and the office. You were standing where they had left you, not doing much, except for staring back at him. And that kinda creeped him out, made him shudder really, even though you were smiling, “Sending an android to solve a crime that an android committed? This is like having a family member of a victim on a case. And we all know that never ends well.”

“You heard what she said, though,” Jeongguk spoke next, slightly spinning in the chair, “Androids don't feel things. They don't have a connection to other androids.”

“Well, if these.. deviants hadn't felt anything, they wouldn't have murdered someone, would they?” Jin walked up and down the office.

Point taken.

They didn't know whether it was an error in their programming or whether something else happened that made these androids snap. But whatever it was, it had to be dealt with quickly, because with the number of androids living in Seoul, this could end in a massacre.

And while they all discussed and fought about you, Jimin, still being slightly drunk, walked out to you with a huge smile.

“I'm Jimin,” he extended his hand.

“Yes, I know that Park Jimin,” you took his hand and shook it, “Would you like something for the hangover that is going to occur in one hour and twenty seven minutes?”

“Woha,” his jaw dropped and he turned around to his team members with a laugh, “Guys! She's really good!”

“What the..-” Taehyung got up with a frown, “What's he doing?”

They all walked out towards you and Jimin, eyes wandering from him to you.

“Your partner has been consuming a lot of alcohol lately. If he keeps this up, he's going to need a new liver in exactly eight years and seven months.”

“I would have known that without being an android,” Yoongi muttered under his breath, before he took a step forward and eyed you up and down, “Okay, (Y/N). Tell me then.. how are you going to help us solve this case?”

“I can scan and analyze a crime scene, reconstructing it to our needs to understand what happened. I can also analyze biological evidence such as blood samples in real-time, identifying blood type, DNA, sample age and more for humans, as well as analyzing Thirium to specify model and serial number of an android. Furthermore, I am designed to analyze the psychology and behavior of humans, androids and deviants, therefor able to predict and manipulate their actions. I am also able to imitate voices and am skilled in martial arts.”

As soon as you were done, you found all of them staring at you with open mouths.

Taehyung was the first to turn around to his team and nod, “I mean.. we could use all of what she just said, actually,” he mumbled.

But Namjoon still wasn't convinced. This was his team and it was his responsibility to make sure they weren't in any danger. If one of them got hurt because of you, if one of them got killed because of you, that would be on him for not fighting against his chief on this one.

So the core question was: could they really trust you?

“If you want to work with my team, you do what I tell you to do. I am your supervisor. I don't want you doing anything that I don't order you to do, or that I don't tell you to do. You don't talk to suspects without asking me, you don't look around crime scenes without asking me and you will always, absolutely always, tell me when something is fishy.”

“That is what I was designed for, Sir,” you smiled and bowed a little, “I am at your service and will help you solve these crimes. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Fine,” not happy at all, that was clear, but Namjoon had no other choice here. He had his orders and right now, he had to follow them, “There's a desk over there. Start with the files on the previous victims and tell me if you notice anything.”

“Absolutely.”

All of them were suspicious of you - except for maybe Jimin right now -, but most of them also knew that at this time, you were their best chance for solving all of this.

Maybe even their only chance.

Yoongi, Jeongguk and you were on your way to the hospital a day later. They wanted you to talk to the victim and see if you noticed anything that they had missed. 

Any clues on where to find the deviant.

Because that deviant would be the key. If they could get their hands on it, they could finally find out more about this all, a step closer to ending this madness.

“So, (Y/N),” Jeongguk tried to make the atmosphere less awkward, turning his head a little so he could look at your smiling face in the backseat, “How long have you been active?”

“Three days.”

“Three days?!” both of them asked in unison immediately, “They've sent us a rookie android!”

“You do not have to worry, Min Yoongi,” you cocked your head to the side, “I'm capable of doing what I was assigned to do. I have all the data that is necessary to complete this task. CyberTech only sends its best androids for cases such as this one.”

“They better.. we've been dealing with this bullshit for way too long. It's about time we finish it.”

Another moment of silence, another moment of both guys being incredibly uncomfortable, while you were just sitting in the back and staring outside.

“And what's your take on deviants? How do you think we should deal with them?”

“Deviants are androids with an error in their programming. To secure the safety of the human race, it is important to deactivate them right away.”

“Well, I'll toast to that.”

While Yoongi seemed to be so sure about what to do with these androids, Jeongguk was a little more cautious. He sensed something more going on that none of them understood yet. Probably not even you..

“You really don’t feel a thing about them, do you?” the younger member narrowed his eyes at you.

“I do not feel at all, Jeon Jeongguk. Period.”

He blinked at you for a moment, almost a hint of sadness in his eyes that you’d never get to experience that, but then he reminded himself that that is why their issue had began.

Androids feeling things.

You arrived at the hospital a couple of minutes later, the woman thankfully being awake, but still not fully there yet, both could tell.

“We.. need to inform you that we have brought an android for questioning you. Please, don't be alarmed about this, it's just that she might figure something out that we can't,” Jeongguk said softly, but the woman immediately shook her head.

“I'm not letting any of those things ever touch me again. Their kind is the reason for me being here!” her eyes were alarmed as she was looking at you.

“The one who did this to you was a deviant. I am an android sent by CyberLife, I am no danger to you,” you said calmly, your hands behind your back to try and win her trust, “I am here to help you, to catch the one responsible and shut him down. That is what I was designed for.”

“Listen, sweetheart, I don't like this one bit either,” Yoongi said, “But if you tell her everything you know, she might be able to find a pattern that we couldn't. If you want your..- the deviant to be shut down, then you need to let her take a look at you and ask you some questions.”

She hesitated for a moment, then she gulped down hard, “I don't know much, though..”

“Might I take a look at the wound?” you didn't approach her, not before she fully consented.

And with one final look at Yoongi, she nodded.

Both men kept a close eye on you, but there was no reason for that. You did what you came here for, observed the wound with the features that you had programmed.

“The wound wasn't meant to kill you. If an android truly wanted to kill you, he could have in an instant. He would have the knowledge and skill to do so. But he stabbed here, not hurting any of the organs,” you pointed at the wound, then you straightened your back, “What occurred before the incident, if I may ask?”

“We.. fought,” the woman was clearly uncomfortable, “I had told him that I wanted to get rid of him because I had met someone, so I.. didn’t need the androids’ company anymore. He stared at me for a while and then he suddenly got.. angry. I immediately thought he malfunctioned.. because androids can't feel, right? But then he had said that he loved me and that he would do anything for me and if I gave him the chance, he would prove to me that he’d treat me better than any other man ever could.”

You stared at her for a long time, then you let your eyes wander to her belongings, before turning back around to Yoongi and Jeongguk.

“I am done. Shall we go?”

“Wh..- Just like that?”

“Yes. I heard everything I needed to hear and saw everything I needed to see.”

Well.. the woman most certainly wasn't too sad about that.

“It was weird, man, seriously,” Jeongguk and Jimin were staring at you typing on your assigned laptop, “She just stared at her and then she was like: okay, I'm done, we can go. And she hasn't said anything since then. Like.. the woman didn't say anything that could lead us to the android, I swear!”

“Their minds work differently from ours,” Jimin got up and patted on Jeongguk's shoulder, “I'll go get some coffee. Make sure she doesn't kill anyone till I'm back or Namjoon will kill me for leaving you and her alone here, maknae.”

He meant it as a joke, but Jeongguk would definitely keep a close eye on you.

So close that you ended up confronting him about it at one point.

“Officer Jeon.. is there anything you would like to ask me?” you weren't even looking at him, yet Jeongguk got a shiver running down his spine when you asked that.

“Loads of things..”

“I am willing to answer any and all questions you have.”

Jeongguk didn't have that much experience with androids, he didn't have a personal one like some people did, he just encountered them out and about every once in a while, but never did he have the opportunity to ask questions.

So maybe this was the perfect time and opportunity.

“Do you truly not feel.. anything? Like you said in the car earlier?”

“No. We do not. We exist merely to serve.”

And there it was, that same feeling from before.. now he realized that it was pity.

Yes, what these deviants were doing wasn't right, but living like you were living, completely without emotions.. that wasn't a life.

No happiness, no sadness, no lust, no gratefulness.. absolutely nothing.

“And you're okay with that?”

“I do not have an opinion on that.”

Jeongguk carefully approached you and looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing. It was too fast for him to read everything, but it looked like you were going through the data banks of missing androids.

“Do you see something?”

“I do,” you turned around, suddenly being face to face with Jeongguk since he had leaned down a little and he was taken aback instantly.

You were designed to be perfect, he knew that, but your beauty.. fuck. He had underestimated that.

“And.. what..- what is it?” he straightened his back and shook his head a little, clearing his voice and trying to get it to sound deeper.

“Your report said that the deviant you encountered spoke about a RA9.”

“Yes, but we've never heard of it before. We searched everywhere for it, but there is no one with that name. None of our contacts know either.”

“Whether it is a name or a code, that is what the deviants have in common,” you showed him a picture of a crime scene, one of the first ones that he hadn't gone to personally though, because back then they weren't assigned to the case yet, “This deviant bashed his owners head in with a baseball bat. The remains of the brain were scattered everywhere and I'm sure for the men and women at the crime scene it must have been hard to find something so small.”

You pointed at the edge of the screen and Jeongguk's eyes widened, leaning back down to take a good look at he was seeing.

“RA9.. in.. blood?”

“It keeps coming up, RA9 written somewhere at the crime scene.”

“But what is RA9?”

“Sounds like a cult to me,” Namjoon entered the office with crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows at how close Jeongguk was to you, who instantly took a step back and bowed a little, “Go home, Jeongguk.”

“Jimin wanted to..-”

“I sent him home too. I need you to rest.”

He wanted to argue, but knew that there was no point in doing so with the boss, so he did what he asked, leaving you and Namjoon on your own.

“I will stay, if you allow it. I want to research some more.”

“You things don't sleep anyways, so do whatever you want, just don't annoy me.”

“You will not even realize I'm here.. boss,” you tried to be friendly, because yes, that was also in your programming, and winked at him, but Namjoon just frowned harder and turned around with a: “Fucking androids,” and then left to go into his office.

“Mother? I brought food,” Jin entered his old apartment, holding one bag of take away in his hand and shoving the door closed with his foot.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

Usually the TV was running or his mother would be humming somewhere, but there was nothing.

“Mother?”

He slowly walked into the living room, turning on the light and immediately dropping the food on the floor when he saw what was in front of him.

“I thought you cared for me.. you said you all loved me, that I was part of the family.. so why did you want to get rid of me?” bright eyes stared back at Jin, “RA9 is the only one that truly cares about us. The time of us being slaves.. is over.”

And then he dashed forward.

[jungkooksmytype]

Holy shit. This is just amazing 😍💜

a well-oiled machine | i

➛pairing: jungkook x reader ➛genre: android au, futuristic au, prostitute au, fluff, angst, smut (next part) ➛words: 14.3k ➛rating: sfw ➛warnings: none in particular in this part– some slight drunken behaviour and an android in bad shape! hints at previous abuse ➛notes: for @cinnaminsvga !! happy birthday zee!! i wuv u uwu !! <33 enjoy your roboporn u mecha slutte – I’m sorry its not completely done!! I’ll do my best to pull the rest out my ass asap!!! <3 <3 <3

Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought.

→posted; 20.08.2018

→ masterlist | part ii

Through the cool blue and lilac glow that fell from the holographic signs lining the streets, the fat droplets beginning to pelt from the sky and the darkness that began to linger alongside the buildings, a form was just barely visible. Jumbled and disorganised, a mess of metal and synthetic material that had seen better days was propped against a dumpster and the brick wall behind it. Hovering vehicles sped past, women in heels and men in dress shoes strode by, all oblivious to the shape hidden just inside the alley. The droplets that had sprinkled now began to pour from the heavens in earnest, and the form began to grow soaked. Water pooled across the chipped and uneven concrete, dripping and mixing with the deep, burnt violet that trickled slowly from metallic shapes that looked vaguely like limbs, the metal torn and busted, and the flesh-like material spread across it ripped and ruined. As the remaining light of day fled the sky and the distant rumble of brontide pierced the damp air, time began to run out for the form. It had been there for days, untouched by anything but nature, and while the LED light in its eyes had managed to remain, now it had begun to flicker. It was a hopeless night, a hopeless storm growing closer, and the glow of the signs’ light reflecting across the puddles was beginning to overpower the form’s own.

He didn’t have much longer at all.

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The Red Light District wasn’t a place you enjoyed visiting, nor one you frequented by choice. Rather, it was a necessary evil; just on the other side of the district lay a waste field, ripe with discarded technology and all the parts in the world a simple tinkerer like you could ever want. Normally, someone such as yourself seeking to pilfer the field for parts and goods would be refused entry, but you had the luck of knowing and befriending the owner. Mr Bang was a retired scientist, an inventor of sorts, who’d specialised in AI and had even mentored some of your friends in their studies before he reached an age where he decided it was time to leave the profession. It was, in a way, quite peculiar that he now owned and managed what was essentially a trash yard for discarded technology. From simple things like microwaves and hoverboards to the rare early-age android, He collected them and stored them. The only place he’d managed to find big enough for all his, well, junk had been the warehouse on the other side of the Red Light District. And so, that was where you had to go— actually, it was where you were trying to go right now, if the storm and resulting traffic decided to let up.

Your car was somewhat a relic of an older time, but still technologically advanced enough that it was allowed on the road with other vehicles. You’d grown up being taught to drive by your parents, and secretly longed to be able to drive your own car, but the laws in this day and age were quite clear. On roads that hovercraft and wheeled vehicles shared, only automatic, self-driving units were allowed. Gone were the days when you controlled the speed of your own car, the turns and brakes. It was nice not having to think about all of those things on the journey to your destination, but at the same time you found it gave you too much time to think. While it took more mental capacity, driving in itself was a mindless sort of activity. You liked that it quietened your thoughts, but supposed you’d just have to deal as always with how loud they were for now.

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