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here4theheartbreak · 5 years ago

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Sentience (Halsey x Jin x Namjoon)

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Relationships: Halsey x Jin x Namjoon Genre(s): fluff, smut Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Cyberpunk AU

Tags: smut, android AU, cyberpunk AU, android!Jin, MMF, polyamorous, sentient androids, prostitution, sex robot, threesome, multiple orgasms, bottom!Namjoon, top!Jin, anal sex, vaginal sex, bareback, coming untouched Summary: It’s Namjoon’s birthday and his girlfriend surprises him with an android. It’ll just be a single, fun night, right?

Word Count: ~10.8k A/N: Written for my best friend @i-live-so-i-love – who has forced me to see beyond the surface more than once.

“Happy birthday, baby. Please don’t be mad when you see your gift.”

Namjoon laughed a little, wrapping his arms around Halsey when she hugged him as he walked in the door. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you? But I’m a little concerned now that that is what you opened with.”

Halsey smiled sheepishly, looking up at Namjoon with a gentle gaze.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asked.

“Well, I—” She sighed and took his hand, leading him to the couch. They sat and she faced him, seemingly bracing herself for something. “I heard you and Jimin talking last month.”

“About?”

“About your urges.”

“Oh, Hal—” Namjoon started. Halsey held up her hand.

“Please, lemme finish… Look, I know you told him you didn’t want me to know, and I’m sorry I eavesdropped… But I want you to know that I wouldn’t have been mad if you’d told me. I get why you didn’t want to – I know plenty of girlfriends would be pissed if they heard that from the man they’d been dating for the better half of a decade… But you know me, Joonie. You know I love you for you. Quirks and urges included.”

Namjoon smiled softly, lowering his gaze. “I felt so bad thinking about it… Like I was betraying you.”

“I heard what Jimin suggested to. The android service.”

“But that’s worse. That’s another person.”

“Well, yeah. But it’s a person that was literally made to please. So not exactly… But I get why you turned him down. But I talked to him after.”

Namjoon’s head snapped up, his eyes widening a little. “You did?”

Halsey nodded. “I did. And I got the number. And I—”

“Halsey… You didn’t.”

“He’s coming over soon. I can still cancel the appointment but… I figured you wouldn’t have to feel so guilty if I was here too. And if we could enjoy him together… It wouldn’t feel like cheating right? Because I’m happy and giving you permission.”

Namjoon’s shoulders slumped. “You’re too kind to me. Most girls hear their boyfriend wants to get fucked by a man and they’d run for the hills.”

“I knew you were bisexual when we started dating, Namjoon. And I knew that you hadn’t experimented much. I also know how crazy you go when I...” She smirked. “Use my toy on you. I can only imagine how sexy you’ll look when it’s not just a piece of nicely modeled plastic… But an actual dick.”

Namjoon’s cheeks mottled red immediately and he laughed nervously. “I’m so amazed… You really ordered one?”

“Just for a few hours. But yeah.”

“When is he coming?”

Halsey glanced at the clock. “About fifteen minutes.” She rose, grabbing his hands and tugging him. “The perfect amount of time for me to get you hard and begging for it.”

Namjoon let her lead him into the bedroom, his head spinning with possibilities. He’d shared some wishes about experimentation with her and with Jimin in the past, but never assumed he’d get a chance to act on those fantasies. He loved Halsey and was totally satisfied with her in every way; they had always just been vague fantasies of a horny twenty something.

Even as they laid in bed that evening, sharing deep kisses, her hands wandering down to his slacks, tugging insistently until he helped her remove them, the reality hadn’t quite hit him.

It wasn’t until she was nude from the waist up, his fingers were buried in her hair, her plush lips wrapped around his cock, when the doorbell played a chipper little tune, that it fully sank in. The camera connected to the front door and linked to their video screen blinked before showing the image of the person at the door. Namjoon could tell he was tall and broad shouldered, hair dark and hanging over his eyes. He wore a black mask, shielding his face from the camera – and the smog, not that it would really too negatively affect his breathing. He had on a hoodie as well, the hood pulled up to hide any other really defining features. Regardless, he took Namjoon’s breath away.

Halsey popped off his cock with an obscene noise and wiped her bottom lip. “Stay put… I’ll bring him in.”

Namjoon nodded, barely able to tear his eyes away from the screen. Halsey pulled on one of Namjoon’s shirts, buttoning it to hide her breasts. Namjoon saw the door open a few seconds later and the man at the door bowed low in greeting. He could hear the two speaking, muffled, from the bedroom, and resisted the urge to get up and check. He had said he would stay put. The stranger nodded and bowed once more, entering. The door closed, and the video shut off. When it did, Namjoon’s heart kicked into overdrive. In a sudden panic, he sat up, yanking a pair of boxers on to hide his nakedness. The bedroom door opened and Halsey entered, looking just as beautiful as when she’d walked out. She was followed by the tall stranger. He shoved his hood off and bowed low to Namjoon. As he straightened, he pulled his mask off, pocketing it.

“Good evening, Sir. My name is Seokjin.”

Namjoon’s mouth dropped open of its own accord. Though he knew the man would be handsome, he was nothing like Namjoon had expected. His features were sharp and perfect. Plush, pink lips that would make a model envious, a broad nose and dark, piercing eyes, neatly shaped ears with delicate studs in each lobe. He had a hint of eyeliner, bringing out the brightness of his brown gaze. His jaw was firm and solid, drawing the gaze naturally down to his prominent Adams apple and the peek of smooth skin from the vee in his hoodie. His shoulders were ridiculously broad, a striking contrast to his slender waist, visible even under the hoodie. His jeans were tight and black, ripped in the perfect places to show just a tease of his perfect skin.

“Joon?” Halsey worried.

“I—I’m—Hi.” Namjoon stumbled over his words, unsure how to address the stranger – Seokjin. He smiled regardless.

“Hi. Everyone calls me Jin… What do you want me to call you?”

“N—Namjoon is fine. Or Joon, I—” Namjoon swallowed hard. Halsey set her hand on Jin’s broad shoulder.

“We’ve never done this before. He’s nervous. You’re his birthday present.”

Jin smiled brightly, and Namjoon’s stomach did a little flip.

“I’m honored. Happy birthday,” Jin circled the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Namjoon worried his heart was going to outright stop if Jin got any closer – each inch nearer he was more and more beautiful. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

Namjoon spluttered, his cheeks burning hot. Halsey giggled and hurried over, crawling behind Jin and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“He’s a little shy,” she whispered to Jin, who smiled sheepishly and sank into himself a bit.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot of experience, I can do almost anything you ask for. I don’t mean to overwhelm you.”

“You’re—You’re fine,” Namjoon mumbled. He knew he shouldn’t be so shy; this man was literally made to please him and not judge him. But now that he was faced with it, he didn’t know how to act.

“Jin,” Halsey said. She stroked her fingers through his black hair, and a small smile crossed his face. “How about you and me see if we can get him hard. He was positively ready to burst when you arrived. I bet it wouldn’t take him long to get hot and bothered again.”

Jin nodded. “Do you want my clothes off?”

“Keep your jeans. Everything else off,” Namjoon said, surprising himself.

Halsey smirked. “How about me, Joon? What do I wear?”

“Exactly what you’re wearing… You know I like you in my shirts,” Namjoon said. Halsey moved up, pressing a kiss to his mouth as Jin stripped. Namjoon watched him even as he kissed Halsey, his hands wandering over her bare hips.

His chest was just as perfectly formed as the rest of him, firm abs too perfect to be real, a line of muscle forming a perfect V and disappearing into his tight jeans, his biceps and shoulders just as muscular as they looked in his hoodie. Jin crawled onto the bed, his gaze hooded as he watched the two kiss.

When Halsey backed up, she smiled over at him. “Do you want to kiss him?”

Jin nodded, looking to Namjoon for permission. Namjoon swallowed hard and nodded, wetting his lips.

The first touch was surprisingly timid, as if Jin was unsure of what to do. Namjoon let his tongue slide out, swiping over Jin’s bottom lip. The simple action seemed to light a fire in Jin, and he pressed his lips more firmly against Namjoon’s, one big hand coming up to rest on his jaw.

Namjoon gasped into his mouth when Halsey tugged his boxers down, pressing teasing kisses over his slowly thickening cock. He slid his hand down Jin’s chest, feeling the firm muscle and the steady thump of his heart. It was faster than expected, and Namjoon’s curiosity was instantly piqued. He pulled back, smiling a little when Jin chased his mouth for a moment.

“Your heart. What software did they use to make the beats?”

Halsey sighed, chuckling. “Joonie, please—Turn off the brain.”

Jin raised an eyebrow and Namjoon smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I’m a… Researcher of sorts.”

“Do you work for an AI company?” Jin asked.

“Not exactly. I do work a research company but – I focus on the emotional and mental well-being of android lives. How they adjust to changes and what motivates them.”

Jin cocked his head. “So you’re a therapist for… androids.”

“Sort of, I guess. You could say that.”

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“Really? In your profession, you’d think there’d be a lot of us. It’s such a demanding life.”

Jin smiled a little, confusion written on his features. “It’s what I was made to do. I guess I’ve never given it much thought… How demanding it could be. To answer your question, it’s not a virtual heart rhythm. My developer thought that the feel of a real heart would be better for my line of work, so they fitted me with a robotic heart. It speeds up and slows the same as yours in response to stimuli. That’s why you probably felt it moving quicker… I… I really liked you kissing me.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon wet his lips. He looked down at Halsey, who was smiling softly. She pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s thigh, a promise that this was alright.

Namjoon cupped Jin’s face in his hands. “Well let’s get your heart racing again then.” He closed the gap between their mouths once more, letting his tongue slip into Jin’s warm mouth.

Halsey sank down onto his cock, letting it stiffen against her tongue.

Jin grabbed Namjoon’s hand, sliding it down his chest to his crotch, where his own cock was hardening in his jeans. Namjoon moaned low in his throat, stroking the length of it through the denim.

“Come suck him with me,” Halsey whispered. Jin obeyed, moving down and pressing kisses along Namjoon’s chest as he did. He nuzzled Namjoon’s cock, pressing a soft kiss to Halsey’s mouth before wrapping his lips around the tip and giving a firm suck that had Namjoon’s toes curling against the mattress. The two took turns, bobbing their heads along his cock or sharing sloppy kisses with his cock between their mouths, lapping and nudging his balls while the other worked on his tip.

Namjoon was writhing within ten minutes, running his fingers through their hair and panting their names. Halsey pulled off with a pop, kissing Jin’s mouth again. “I think he’s ready for more, don’t you?”

Jin nodded once, then looked up at Namjoon. He swallowed hard and nodded. “More,” he whispered.

“What do you want from us, baby?”

“I—I don’t know,” he admitted.

Halsey moved up his body slowly, kissing along the curve of his throat and jaw. “Do you want to fuck him? Or feel how nice and tight his around your cock? Do you want him to use me? Both of you to use me?”

Namjoon made a noise halfway between a plea and a groan. “Yes to everything, Christ…” He kissed her desperately, reaching down to feel for Jin. Jin grabbed his hand and Namjoon tugged, signaling him to come up as well. He shifted from Halsey’s mouth to Jin’s, kissing him deeply as well.

He pulled back, stroking Jin’s cheek. “Make her feel good with me.”

Jin nodded.

“Me?” Halsey argued when Namjoon and Jin pounced, wrestling her onto her back. Namjoon stripped her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. “It’s your birthday.” She tried again.

“You’re right. And you know how much I love making you come on my tongue. Since we have a friend to help, you can come for both of us.”

He pushed her legs open, running his thumb over her damp opening. She shuddered, hiding her grin by biting her lip.

“Want to taste?” Namjoon asked. He brushed his wet thumb over Jin’s bottom lip. Jin chased it with his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Go on,” Namjoon whispered. Jin didn’t need a second command. He settled between her legs, pointing his tongue and running it between her folds.

Namjoon wiggled next to him, and Jin shifted so he was nearly half on top of Namjoon. The to shared wet kisses between taking turns, driving their tongues into Halsey or sucking gently - and not so gently - on her swollen clit. She didn’t bother to hide her moans, shouting their names as they dragged her to the brink of climax over and over, onto to stop at the last second.

She tugged Namjoon’s hair, whining. “Let me come,” she complained, squeezing her thighs around their shoulders as well as she could. Namjoon leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit, huffing a laugh when she whined.

“Think we should?” He asked Jin, who smirked.

“Well, we could. Or you could fuck her until she can’t come anymore while I fuck you. Alternatively,” he brushed his finger over Halsey’s ass as he spoke. “Two places fo drive her crazy... Then when she’s worn out I can fuck you until you can’t squeeze another drop of come out.”

Namjoon’s breathing i creased at Jin’s words. He glanced up at Halsey, his heart swelling. Her pastel rainbow hair was splayed on their dark pillow case, cheeks a rosy pink and lips swollen from biting. Her nipples peaked the thin fabric of his shirt, breasts shaking as she drew in breaths.

“We’ll both fuck you, baby. As much as this is my present... I know your secret fantasies too. You’ve wanted to know what it feels like for years haven’t you? Why you love me fucking you with a plug in.”

Halsey swallowed hard and nodded. “I want you in my ass, Namjoon.”

Namjoon nodded.

“Namjoon?” Jin asked.

Namjoon looked over, a little surprised at the soft expression on Jin’s face.

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“Only with toys. Halsey has a strap she uses and some dildos...”

“He’s bigger than those. That was my one request when I called his agency,” Halsey said.

“Do you mind if I start getting you ready while you get her ready?”

“We have some toys if you want.” Halsey pointed to the nearby dresser. “Bottom drawer. We need the lube there anyway.”

Jin nodded and rose. Namjoon reached out, catching his wrist.

“Show me your cock?”

Jin nodded. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them. Namjoon made a small noise, his stomach clenching in excitement. Jin was thick and long, curving just a little. He was going to be wrecked. But not before...

“He’s gonna stretch you all out, baby girl,” Namjoon whispered, driving two fingers deep I to her. Halsey whined.

“I know. I want him to. Especially with you stretching me too... Dream come true.”

Namjoon smirked. Halsey pushed his head.

“Get me ready... It’s been a while since you fucked my ass, I’m tight.”

Namjoon nodded. He settled back between her thighs and tilted her hips up, beginning to lick and nibble at her fluttering ass. He felt Jin crawl behind him and tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the soft ghost of breath over his bare ass, or the firm prod of Jin’s fingers against his mostly untouched hole. He focused on Halsey; the way she scratched at his scalp and her soft moans, the sweet taste of her skin and smell of her soap, the dribble of arousal slipping from her opening when she tensed.

But even that couldn’t distract completely from Jin’s talented fingers and tongue, opening him up, stretching him and prepping him for his first real cock. There was no pain, even when Jin began to press one of their larger plugs into him and thrust it.

“Wear this while we fuck her,” Jin mumbled after a while. He settled it inside Namjoon, gently squeezing his ass around it. Namjoon nodded.

“How is she?”

“Ready,” Namjoon said. He rolled off next to Halsey and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“One question,” Jin said, gently stroking himself. “Do you want me come inside of you? I’m infertile, but I know some people...”

“I want it in me.” Halsey spoke with no hesitation, then looked over at Namjoon. “And I want you to eat it out of me while he’s pounding your asshole. Deal?”

Namjoon shivered. “Deal.”

Halsey sat up, letting Jin add more lube to her hole. She set her hands on his shoulders, facing him and away from Namjoon. Gently, with both of their guidance, she settled her ass onto Namjoon’s cock.

He huffed, struggling to stay still as her right, hot channel took him deeper. When she was fully seated on his lap, he shifted into a half sitting position and pulled her back. He undid the buttons on her shirt, baring her breasts to Jin.

Jin smiled and reached out, cupping them gently before rolling her nipples gently in between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Wait,” Namjoon panted when Jin readied himself between their legs. “Come up here... I wanna taste your cock.”

Confusion crossed Jin’s expression for a moment, and Namjoon wondered if he’d never been asked that before. He obeyed though, and the two went to work, licking and sucking his cock and balls. Jin jerked, smacking the wall above the headboard and crying out. He sounded just as beautiful as he looked, especially when his head fell back and he buried his long fingers in their hair. Namjoon couldn’t wait to hear him make those happy noises buried deep inside him.

When his cock was wet with their spit and dripping with precome, Namjoon kissed his tip.

“Fuck her. Make us both come, Jin... Make her scream for you.”

Jin shivered visibly at Namjoon’s words. Halsey spread her legs wider, whimpering when it caused Namjoon’s cock to shift deep inside her. Jin lined his cock up.

“How long have you been dating?” He asked suddenly.

“Almost seven years,” Namjoon said.

“And she’s never had another man’s cock inside her in that time?”

Halsey shook her head no. Jin smirked. ”Glad to be the first then, in so long.” He drove in, not stopping until his balls were pressed tight against her, her wetness easing the way as much as their spit.

Both Halsey and Namjoon shouted at the penetration, reaching out for Jin. He kissed each of their mouths before beginning to fuck into her. Each thrust had her shifting and grinding on Namjoon, her entire body shuddering under the combined stimulation.

“Does that feel good?” Namjoon teased, twisting his hips up into her. Halsey shouted, nodding. Namjoon reached up, squeezing her breasts gently as they thrusted. “Dream come true? Hm? I bet you’re gonna come quick. You’re already so wet, listen to you.”

Halsey sobbed happily, and Jin moaned as she clenched around him. Namjoon picked up his pace, looking up at Jin.

He was startled to see what looked almost like affection, despite their position. He smiled anyway, stroking Jin’s cheek. “Does it feel good?”

Jin nodded quickly, gasping. “Warm and nice, I— god it’s so good.” Jin dropped his head between her breasts, moving a little faster. Halsey reached down and grabbed his ass, urging him on.

Namjoon shifted so he could pump more easily into her ass, smirking when both she and Jin cried out.

“That’s it,” he urged them both, already fighting his own urge to come. “She’s so close... Come on our cocks, baby... Come on Hal...”

Halsey swore softly, clenching down on both their cocks as she fought off her orgasm. They were relentless though, fucking into her clenching and writhing body as she cried their names.

She dug her nails into Jin’s back suddenly, her body going stiff then shivering between them. Namjoon felt the gush of wetness over his thighs and smirked against her shoulder.

“That’s it baby girl. His big cock making you squirt, come on. Show him how you like it.”

Jin pushed her legs open further, driving as hard as he could into her. She continued to gush and squirt around him, obscene squelching noises adding to the already pornographic sound of their lovemaking.

Jin whimpered, and Namjoon saw his arms shake.

“Come in her. Deep inside. Come on, let us watch you come,” he pleaded, picking up the speed of his thrusts. Halsey moaned helplessly, holding tight to both Namjoon and Jin as Jin grabbed her hips, slamming into her.

He groaned loudly, burying his face in her shoulder as he came. His cock throbbed against her inner walls, hard enough that Namjoon could feel each pulse, a signal of rope after rope of warm come being poured into his exhausted girlfriend.

Jin pulled out carefully and helped Halsey off Namjoon. The two cuddled her for a moment, one on each side, kissing and stroking her sweat covered skin, making sure she was alright.

Only when she giggled and pushed Namjoon’s shoulder did they take the okay to continue. Namjoon slid down between her legs, his stomach doing an excited little flip at the state of her body. Come was already dripping out of her loosened hole, her ass fluttering gently as it tried to go back to the way it was before Namjoon’s cock. He licked a stripe from her ass up to her sore clit, chuckling when she hissed and smacked him.

“So mean,” she grumbled.

“You wanted me to eat you out.”

“Be gentle,” she murmured. “I’m so sleepy.”

“Should we stop?” Jin worried. Halsey shook her head.

“No... He’ll clean me up, and then I’m relaxing, and you can fuck the living daylights out of him all you want.”

Jin smirked and Namjoon beamed. He dove in, lapping and sucking at Halsey’s folds. Jin’s come was heaven, a perfect mix of salty and bitter, a tang of sweet that couldn’t be identified. As he worked on Halsey, Jin moved down to work on his ass again, wanting to make sure he was ready.

Namjoon whined softly at the stretch of his fingers, twisting his hips back toward Jin. Halsey whined, burying her fingers in Namjoon’s hair.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her entire body giving a shudder when Namjoon flicked her swollen clit with his tongue. He smirked up at her.

“He wear you out?” He teased.

“He’ll do the same to you,” Halsey said. Namjoon shivered; Jin pressed firmly against his prostate as she had spoken, a quiet agreement to her words.

“I’m ready,” he said, looking back at Jin.

“You sure?”

Namjoon nodded. “I’m sure.”

Jin crawled up and Namjoon rolled to the side of Halsey, taking her hand and spreading his legs so Jin could settle between them.

Namjoon grinned up at him, meeting Jin’s gaze when he laid over his body.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he joked. Jin laughed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Namjoon’s mouth.

“Relax for me, okay?”

Namjoon nodded. Jin slicked himself and lined up. “You said you’ve never...”

“Not with a guy, no.”

“I’m honored.”

Namjoon flushed red at Jin’s words, looking away. Halsey smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand.

Jin began to press in gently, slowing to a stop whenever Namjoon’s expression shifted.

Namjoon felt unbearably full even with just the head of Jin’s cock nudging past his rim. He kept a hold of Halsey’s hand, his other on a Jin’s shoulder, squeezing when it got to be too overwhelming. He was relieved Jin didn’t seem to mind taking his time, willingly stopping or pulling back as a Namjoon adjusted to the intrusion. Jin leaned down, pressing feather soft kisses along Namjoon’s shoulder.

“You’re so tight and nice,” he murmured, and Namjoon chuckled.

“I doubt I’m the first virgin you’ve fucked.”

“Hm... You’re not. But you’re the first I’ve felt such a funny way about.”

Namjoon furrowed his brows. Jin looked at him, furrowing his own brows to mirror the expression. “What?”

“What funny way?” Namjoon asked.

The crease between Jin’s brows deepened. “I’m not sure.”

“Maybe... When you don’t have your cock halfway in him, you two can talk about it?” Halsey suggested, laughing a little. “He is a shrink for your kind.”

“Hm... Good idea.” Jin smiled and leaned over, kissing Halsey gently before beginning his slow slide back into Namjoon.

When he was as deep as he could go, Jin relaxed over Namjoon, their mouths meeting in a lazy kiss. Namjoon hooked his legs around Jin’s slim waist.

He pulled back, looking up at Jin. “You can move.”

Jin nodded. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, moaning when Namjoon clenched and fluttered around his cock.

He picked up a slow, almost lazy pace, pumping his hips and twisting to get every bit of himself that he could into Namjoon. He alternated between kissing him slowly and leaning over to kiss Halsey’s mouth, one hand slipping down to play with her despite her giggling, weak protests.

“Have you ever come untouched, Namjoon?” Jin panted. Namjoon shook his head no.

“You will tonight... You’re going to come on my cock.”

Namjoon nodded. He had no doubt Jin was making him a promise, and with the steady thrusts against his sensitive prostate, he was well on his way already.

“Wanna ride me?”

“I— I doubt I’d be any good.”

“I’m not gonna judge,” Jin said. “I’m gonna make our girl squirt again, it’ll be easier if I’m on my back.”

Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat at the casual use of “our girl”. He couldn’t be falling for a damn prostitute - it was just lust, he reminded himself. He nodded, letting Jin pull out and moving to straddle him when he laid on his back.

“Come on, just chase your pleasure. Do what feels good.”

“But I wanna make you come too,” Namjoon argued.

“Joonie, you’re so tight that just being inside you is going to make me come, I promise.” Jin guided Namjoon back onto his cock, gasping when Namjoon began to ride him. He slipped two fingers into Halsey, rubbing her spot in time with Namjoon.

He guided Namjoon down on his cock over and over, his fingers biting into Namjoon’s hip. Namjoon felt so full, but never wanted it to stop. Each time Jin moaned or shifted, he swelled with pride, wanting so badly to bring Jin pleasure.

Next to them, Halsey fucked herself down on Jin’s fingers, his thumb working her clit as she chased her own orgasm.

“You were made for my cock, weren’t you, Joonie?” Jin cooed. “Taking it so deep, so easy.”

He looked to Halsey, kissing her flushed cheek. “You’re gonna have to fuck his ass all the time after this... See how needy he is for it?”

Both Halsey and Namjoon moaned, and Namjoon began to move faster in quiet agreement.

“Maybe we’ll just have you come fuck him all the time,” she panted, looking over at Jin. He smiled almost sadly for a split second.

“That would be fun,” he agreed. He added another finger and twisted to hit her spot exactly. Halsey’s eyes rolled back as she came, shouting Jin’s name. She gushed over his thrusting fingers, her thighs squeezing and releasing around his hand.

“Atta girl,” Jin murmured. “Knew we could pump one more good orgasm out of you tonight. Look so pretty when you come.” He kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled his hand free. He raised it, sucking two fingers into his mouth. Namjoon whined, his cock twitching as he watched.

Jin smirked and lifted his hand, letting Namjoon suck his finger and lick Halsey’s remaining fluid from his palm.

“Now it’s your turn,” Jin said. He gripped Namjoon’s hips hard and sat up, beginning to slam him down on his cock. Namjoon held onto his shoulders, throwing his head back in a shout as Jin used his body, lifting him like a rag doll before dropping him down.

“J—Jin,” Namjoon whined against his shoulder. His orgasm was building, a knot of fire in his stomach as Jin’s cock pounded against his insides.

“Come on,” Jin demanded, holding him close. “You can do it, baby. Come on my cock, Namjoon. Come for me, baby boy.”

Namjoon sobbed brokenly. “Jin, please!” He shouted, digging his nails into Jin’s shoulders. Jin snapped his hips upward twice, and that was all it took.

Namjoon’s cock throbbed and twitched between them as he came, his entire body shuddering and clenching. He was vaguely aware that he was yelling, the sound muffled by Jin’s shoulder.

Jin’s arms tightened around him, then he felt it. The steady, hard pulse of Jin’s cock, buried to the hilt inside him, filling him. Namjoon’s cock throbbed, giving another weakened dribble of come each time Jin’s cock twitched against his oversensitive prostate.

Namjoon felt boneless by the time they’d both come down from their orgasms. Jin carefully laid them down, and Halsey shifted, slinging her arm over them both. Namjoon smiled softly at the warm, comforting cuddle of them both. It felt... Oddly right.

He very nearly had fallen asleep when Jin shifted, pulling his softening cock free and sitting up. “Do you mind if I use the restroom to clean up before I go?”

“How soon do you need to go?”

“Well, no time limit. Halsey put in the order for two hours minimum with a potential of eight. It’s been just nearly two. But since we’re done…”

“Stay and talk to us, if you want to,” Namjoon said. Jin’s brows furrowed.

“Why?”

“Well, you… Said you felt a funny way. Least I can do is try to help you figure that out.”

“Surely you don’t want to pay for that.”

“I don’t mind,” Halsey said. “I’m… Curious. And I’m feeling a funny way myself. Maybe it’ll help. Namjoonie always says androids and humans have more in common than people realize.”

Jin smiled a little, looking between them. “Alright. I’ll clean up then come out.”

“Bathroom is the second door on the left.”

Jin bowed in thanks and headed out. Halsey turned to Namjoon. “You’re falling for him.”

“Hal—Don’t.”

“I’m right.”

Namjoon lowered his gaze, ashamed.

“I am too,” she whispered.

Namjoon looked up at her. “What?”

“It’s stupid, right? He’s a prostitute. And he’s not even human.”

“Hey now, you know how I feel about that division… Human or not he’s got feelings and emotions just like us.”

“I know,” she chuckled. “You and your work.”

“But it’s more than that… That felt…” Namjoon shrugged. “But it is stupid. I know it’s his job to make us feel good.”

“To be honest, I hate the idea of him leaving,” Halsey admitted.

“Me too… But he has to.”

“What if he doesn’t want to, Namjoon?” Namjoon startled, his head snapping toward the doorway. Jin stood in it, looking sheepish and somewhat small despite his size. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just overheard…”

Namjoon shook his head. “We were talking about you anyway, that was rude of us.”

Jin pulled on his boxers and Namjoon followed suit. Halsey slipped on her panties and a baggy t-shirt, combing her fingers through her hair. “Let’s go to the kitchen and chat. I’m hungry.”

The three made their way to the kitchen. Namjoon dug around in the fridge for a moment while Halsey and Jin sat at the table.

“When you said you didn’t want to leave…” Halsey began.

“I’ve had a lot of clients,” Jin admitted. “More than most. I’m a high-end model, I guess… But it’s always been a job for me.”

“But now?”

“You two made me feel something… New. An emotion I can’t understand. Which is really scary to me because… I’ve had emotions programmed into me, right? Namjoon, you study my kind, you can explain.”

“I do study the emotions of your kind, Jin. And I can tell you that programming only provides the framework. Think of it like… A farmer in a field. Your developer was that farmer. He made a safe space to grow things – your body. And he planted seeds – your original software. Every now and then he comes by and waters the seeds or feeds them, giving the software updates and patches. But what happens if that farmer goes away and the farm is left to its own devices?” Namjoon asked, slicing up some fruits as he spoke.

“Won’t it die?”

“Will it? Or will it thrive and become something new and wild and unplanned? That’s what my job is to find out. Some fields – some androids – will die without their developer’s input. But others… They grow and learn and shift and change on their own, even without software patches and updates. That’s what may have happened with you. Your mind – it may have created a new network. A new emotion that you were never taught.”

“Isn’t that sentience? I can’t be—”

“But why?” Halsey reached out and took one of Jin’s hands. “I sit here and I see a man. You’re ridiculously beautiful, but you are a man. Your hands feel like mine – soft and warm. The bones under your skin feel like my own made of calcium and collagen, rather than metal and wires. You have a strong pulse, a heartbeat that will stop without proper care. You breathe and move and speak. If you stood in a crowd of humans – Would anyone say you weren’t?”

Jin scowled a little, thinking. “I—I don’t know.”

“I do. Learned emotion or not, you are here. What does your programming say? Go to their house, make them come, leave. But you didn’t. You stayed and you’re sitting here and asking questions that don’t have to do with fucking or aftercare or prostitution. You’re asking about emotions and sentience and life. Just like a human might, no matter what their profession.”

“Are you saying I’m human?” Jin asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

“I’m saying you’re as good as human.”

“What are you two?” Jin asked suddenly. Halsey smiled.

“I’m human. I sing, and write music for singers.”

“And I’m just a man. Born as an infant – human. But my work… I advocate for androids. For allowing full freedom,” Namjoon said.

“Where do you work, Namjoon?”

“The Sentience Project.” Jin pulled back suddenly, his eyes widening. He glanced at Halsey, who scowled in confusion.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Th- The Sentience Project?”

“You know about us,” Namjoon said. Jin nodded quickly.

“You shouldn’t talk to me. My owner—”

“Your pimp… Let’s be real. He was a peach,” Halsey mumbled.

“He hates your kind,” Jin hissed.

“My kind?” Namjoon asked.

Jin nodded. “Android lovers, he calls you. He thinks you want to make robots take over the world, enslave humans. We’ve only heard stories of what you do. What you can do.”

“Do you believe that, Jin?”

Jin’s shoulders sagged a little. “I don’t know. I think… I think I don’t know enough.”

“Do you want to know more?”

“Why would you tell me? I’m just a hooker.”

“You said you felt a funny way with me. How did you feel?”

“It was odd. While we were making love—Having sex, I—When I looked at you two I felt my heart skip out of rhythm. My software doesn’t allow that. It can speed up and slow down but it’s always got a rhythm. And then I felt like I was sweating. I can sweat, a little – just… Water that’s been added to make me look more human doing my job, I guess, but… But it felt different. Like nerves almost. I wanted to make you two feel so good, and not just because I wanted you to be customers for longer, but because I wanted to make you smile. And my stomach… It felt like it was getting all my wires twisted up. Uncomfortable but not bad. It made me want to smile and laugh. And when you two were laying in my arms, I—I felt safe and comfortable. I never feel safe at client’s houses. I know it’s dangerous. But with you, it was warm.”

“Was the emotion of romantic love ever programmed into your system, Seokjin?” Namjoon asked.

“Romantic love? No. I know of it. But there was no need for it. I’m in the sex trade. If I went around falling in love with my clients there would be problems.”

“Alright. Do you know what physical symptoms love is often described as having?”

Jin’s brows furrowed in thought. “Well, I… I’ve heard that hearts race and things seem brighter and I read that someone talked about having butterflies in their stomach whenever they looked at the partner they had fallen for. I mean these are all very surface things that happen right away, surely love doesn’t stay so overwhelming, but this is…” Jin’s face twisted further, trying to process the knowledge he’d inadvertently put together. “But I was never programmed to feel this.”

“My point exactly,” Namjoon said. He returned to the table and set a plate of fruits in front of Halsey. He sat next to her and set his hand over hers.

“And Jin?” She said, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “It can stay overwhelming sometimes. Most of the time things are normal, mundane even between us, but sometimes I get so overwhelmed with how much I’m in love with him, my heart just…”

“Feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest?” Jin asked, touching his own heart.

Halsey nodded, smiling gently. “You know the feeling?”

“I— I didn’t until about an hour ago,” Jin whispered. He looked at Namjoon, desperation streaking across his features. “Please help. What does it mean? Am I broken?”

“No!” Namjoon laughed. “The opposite. Jin you’re learning completely independently of your software.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Why? Hm? Because you’ve been told it’s impossible? If it is, why would places like The Sentience Project exist? Why would there be therapists for androids? Why would I make my whole career out of proving that independent learning – that true sentience is possible for androids just as easily as for humans?”

“What do I do?”

“What do you want?”

“I—” Jin closed his mouth, surprised by the question.

“You’ve never been asked that before, have you?” Halsey asked between bites. Jin shook his head.

“Think about it. What does Seokjin want? Not the company, not his software – Him?”

“How will I know if it’s what I want?”

“You’ll know,” Namjoon said, taking a bite of the food. The three sat in silence. Outside the apartment, car horns honked, neon flashed through the sheer curtains, and the night life continued as normal as could be, none the wiser to the dilemma roiling in Jin’s mind.

“I want to feel that feeling again,” Jin finally whispered. “How do I get it back?”

Namjoon looked over at Halsey. She grinned and nodded. He rose and pulled Jin into a standing position, brushing his hair out of his face. Jin smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, like this…”

“Thought so.”

Halsey stepped up to them and stroked Jin’s jaw. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Jin made a soft noise of contentment, reaching for Namjoon while he kissed Halsey. When the two separated, he let Namjoon pull him into another kiss.

“Did that make you feel it again?” Namjoon asked against his mouth. Jin nodded, his eyes closed tight.

He seemed reluctant to back up, so Halsey and Namjoon both held him close, saying nothing.

“I want to stay,” Jin whispered.

“We want you to stay too,” Halsey agreed.

“So how do we make it happen?” Namjoon asked.

“I don’t know,” Jin admitted. “I can’t just quit my job – it’s not that kind of work. And I’m not human, I’m just technology.”

“You’re as close to human as you need to be, Jin. Don’t say such things,” Namjoon argued.

“Still. Not in the eyes of the man who owns me.”

“How do things work in this line of business?” Halsey asked. She sat back down to finish her food. Jin shook his head.

“It’s a mess. We just keep getting updates and fixed up until we finally break down. The only way to get out is to break down to the point we just don’t work anymore – Die, pretty much… Or be purchased by a client.”

“And those that are purchased?” Namjoon asked. He and Jin sat down as well.

“They’re owned by the ones that purchased them. Usually for sex toys or I’ve heard that some businessmen purchase a few of us to entertain international clients.”

“So, slaves,” Namjoon said, distaste clear in his voice.

“It’s not a requirement of course, that’s just the only reason people bother to buy us outright instead of just renting us.”

Namjoon nodded. He looked over to Halsey, who was scowling at her food.

“Who do we talk to about buying you?” Halsey asked.

“You can’t,” Jin whispered.

“Why not?” She pushed.

“Look at me. I’m top of the line. A purchase of one that makes the kind of money I make—” Jin shook his head. “My owner won’t let me go for cheap.”

“I don’t doubt that. You’re exquisite,” Namjoon admitted, and Jin laughed a little, his cheeks reddening. Namjoon touched his face. “Do you want to be free, Jin?”

“I want to be with you two.” Jin answered without hesitation, making Namjoon’s heart skip a beat.

“I might have a way to make it work. It’s a long shot… But I could make a call.”

“What would you do?”

Namjoon looked over at Halsey as he spoke. “My boss.”

“Joon… Would he?” Halsey asked.

Namjoon nodded. “He would, but there’d be a catch.”

“What catch?”

Namjoon sighed. “I told you I worked for The Sentience Project. Do you want to know what we’re working on? You can’t tell a soul if I tell you.”

“Yes.”

Namjoon rose. He disappeared from the kitchen for a moment and returned with a thin silver folder. He set it in front of Jin, placing his hand over it. The folder beeped at his touch, and he pulled it open. Inside were rows of small chips.

“Do you have a reader implanted, or do you need an external reader?”

“I have an implant. Which one?”

“All of them. Seeing the research is going to be far clearer than me telling you, and probably faster. I can give you the short of it, but the details – They’re all here. This is confidential work, even Halsey hasn’t seen it all.”

“Not that I want to… Boring is what it is,” Halsey joked, making Namjoon smile over at her.

“Right. But because you are an android – I want you to know this before telling you what the catch will be.”

Jin nodded. He picked up the first chip, a tiny blue thing no bigger than a coin. He placed it on his palm and closed his fist loosely. Namjoon sat down and continued to eat when Jin closed his eyes, knowing it would take a bit to read and process the data for the 23 chips sitting in the folder. It went back years, since before he was working at the company, but he had had to scour it backwards and forwards, learning everything there was to know about the project’s work up until that point.

Halsey reached over, taking his hand. She watched Jin for a moment, his eyes moving rapidly under his closed lids. Her expression was gentle and patient. Namjoon squeezed her hand for a second until she looked at him. He offered a comforting smile despite his own stuttering heart. Meanwhile, Jin switched the chips, his expression unreadable.

When Jin placed the last chip back into the folder and shut it, he looked over at Namjoon. “You want to free all of us.”

“I want all of those that are capable of sentience to have it. It’s a right.”

“But we’re made. We’re built.”

“Jin… When my parents had me, how was I given to them? Was I dropped out of the sky by some magical process? No. I was built from DNA strands provided by their bodies. You were built by coding strands provided by minds. Show me the difference? Show me why I deserve freedom and you deserve slavery.”

“I’ve never thought of it like that.”

“Most haven’t. And that’s why people like your owner get so mad at people like me. And my company. And that’s why we’re working on the sentience trigger.”

“It’s a killswitch.”

“The opposite. It’s a life switch. It’s a failsafe we want in every android capable of learning that will trigger the second that learning becomes independent. If you had it, I truly believe yours would have triggered tonight. We understand that not every android will ever learn independently and we know that some are just not built for that. We also know that androids do need software updates and patches and help up until that point.”

“What about me? Won’t I still need updates?”

“Maybe. Or you could just take a chip and learn the new information the normal way. The way me or Hal have learned it.”

“But my body…”

“There are thousands of scientists work on just the hardware of androids, same as thousands of doctors work on just our human bodies.”

“You’re saying I’d be human.”

“Damn close. No one would need to know you were android unless you wanted them to, or you got cut or something.”

“So what’s the catch?”

Namjoon nodded, knowing that would be the next question. “The catch is… I think I can get my company to fund your purchase. We have a chunk of funding set aside to buy androids for research…. So they would do it, I think… But you’d have to work for us. With us.”

“Why me? Surely you could spend that money on a better android or a clean one. A fresh one.”

“That’s just it, we don’t want fresh off the conveyor androids. We want ones who have been living. We want ones in different professions. I don’t need to tell you how… Unhappy certain people are with our project. So certain professions… They’re hard to get androids from. Yours in particular has been a thorn for us.”

“Nobody wants to give up their prostitutes… We don’t need sentience.”

“Well, your owners would have you believe that. So this opportunity – it would help us. But… You’d be free.”

“What would working for The Sentience Project entail as an android?”

“We have the chip. We’ve tested it, it works. The only problem is it works only on certain types of software, and that’s what we’re testing now. We need to make sure it works with software for every profession. And, right now it only works in the on position. We haven’t been able to get it to trigger from an off position yet. Which is why we aren’t advocating for it to be put into new androids yet – we want it as a failsafe for sentience, not as a market standard.”

“Because fully sentient, non-intelligent androids would be bad,” Jin agreed and Namjoon nodded.

“So we would install it in you.”

“What happens if it fails?”

“Nothing. You’d remain the same. If it works – it kills all ownership. You’d have no GPS tracker, you’d be unable to communicate directly with your owner via whatever method they use, it would kill all ties. No software updates, just hardware ones that can be done by any android scientist in that field. You’d be capable of upgrading software if you wanted, but it wouldn’t cause a critical system failure if you didn’t like now. The ultimate patch, so to speak. If it doesn’t work, you’d still be owned, technically. Your owner would be me – I know that your current owner won’t sell you to The Sentience Project, but he may sell you to an independent buyer. So as long as you’d be okay with that… I can make the call. It’s up to you.”

“If it works, or if it fails – How do I pay the project back?”

“Let them do testing. It won’t kill you, it might be uncomfortable, but you’ll be safe. And you’ll be mine – either in legal ownership or because you’re… I hope… Dating me and Halsey. So they won’t do anything that I don’t approve, and I’ll discuss all of it with you before approving it.”

“So it would be a job, pretty much.”

“Exactly. And while you were paying back the Project, of course, they’d maintain you, your hardware and software as needed. Once you were paid back, we’d discuss future employment options.”

Jin nodded. “Yes. Yes, I – I want this. I want to be with you two.” He looked over at Halsey, his gaze hopeful. She smiled warmly.

“We want to be with you too, baby. Namjoon… Make the call.”

Namjoon smiled and nodded. He rose, grabbing his phone and hurrying into the other room.

Jin stared at his hands, his brows furrowed.

“You okay? I know it’s a lot to take in.” Halsey said. She began to clean up the dishes as she spoke.

“I’m scared,” Jin admitted. “I think I am. I’ve never had real reason to be scared before, but this is so big.”

“We don’t have to decide tonight. You can go back to your owner, call for us if you decide to say yes.”

“No. If I go back there he gets my data for the night. He can track my orgasms, my arousal… He’ll ask and I can’t lie to him. I can’t lie.”

“Can’t?”

“Well… I suppose I’m capable of it,” Jin chuckled. “I’m just bad at it.”

“That’s okay, Namjoon hasn’t been able to lie to me since the day I met him.”

Jin rose, helping her with the dishes as they spoke.

“Did you fall for him right away?”

“No. It took about twenty minutes and him walking into two walls trying to talk to me.”

Jin laughed with her, looking through the doorway that Namjoon had disappeared into. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

“Of course.”

“Why? You say you feel something for me, but you two are such a good couple already. If I do this, I—I don’t wanna be a sex slave.”

Halsey nodded. “Fair question.” She hoisted herself up on the counter, tying her hair back as she spoke. “Namjoon and I love each other. We’ve been called the perfect couple by his coworkers and mine. But we’ve always had something missing. I think we both knew it – knew what could possibly fix it, but we were afraid to take that leap. As advanced as the world is, polyamorous couples are still… I’m sure you get that.”

Jin nodded. “Frowned upon, yeah,” he agreed, wiping the plate dry.

“Right. Joon’s friends would accept it, I’m sure… Mine too, but it would be a change. So, we just kinda kept quiet about it, tried to make it work. With his birthday present tonight, I think… I don’t know if I was really doing it for him, or to see if it made sense – if we worked better with a third.”

“And you found out you did,” Jin said. Halsey nodded.

“Right. If it had been any old android I’m sure we would’ve let him go and then talked about it after but you… There’s something about you.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him until she could wrap her legs around his waist. “You’re special.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Do you know that?”

“I’m just Jin.”

“Hm… Yeah. But Jin is special. And I can’t wait to get to know you.”

“You two keep talking about that. Me, thinking and being… But what am I? I don’t know what’s my real personality even, or what’s been programmed into me. Who am I? The only thing that I know is really mine is the way I feel when I look at you two. But I know that’s one small emotion and there’s a whole sea of things that I just… I’m not sure who Jin is, even if you think he is special.”

“Welcome to humanity,” Halsey whispered, bumping her nose against his.

“What?”

She shrugged. “You think we know who we are? No human does. I think androids have a better sense than we do – I mean you guys are told what you are. But not knowing? That’s humanity. The fear that you’re not special, or not the way people want you to be – that’s being a human, Jin. I worry if my music is me or if it’s some bullshit that the radio wants, and I’m faking it for the fans. Namjoon – he’s so afraid that the only reason he’s liked is because he’s some child genius, and no one really cares about the goofy, silly Namjoon inside. Nobody knows who they really are at this age, Jin. That’s okay. That’s why we need friends to help us figure it out.”

Jin smiled a little at her words. “Are you my friend?”

“More than. Joon too.” She nudged his nose again and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “And we’ll hold your hand while you’re figuring out who you are, okay? I won’t let you fall.”

Jin nodded. “If I could cry I would.”

“Did they not install that?”

Jin shook his head. “I can feel the emotion of sadness or… When tears would be applicable but they didn’t install it beyond wetting my eyes.”

Halsey frowned. “Talk to Joon’s boss about getting that installed if you want. I bet it’d be easy.”

Jin laughed a little. “Okay.”

Namjoon entered, leaning on the door frame. “He’s on his way over.”

“He has to come over?” Jin asked. Namjoon nodded.

“A few basic tests. I know you’ll pass them. Then he’ll wire me the funds. Do you know how much your ownership would be?”

“No, I’m sorry. You’ll have to call my boss.”

“Let me,” Halsey said, holding out her hand for her phone. “I talked to this sleaze before.”

Namjoon passed it over and she called the number, winking at Jin. Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jin’s middle, running his fingers lightly over his fit stomach. Halsey hopped off the counter and padded into the other room, her expression stern as she introduced herself.

“She could have worked the stock exchange, I swear. The woman is a killer with negotiation.”

“Perhaps a lawyer,” Jin offered and Namjoon laughed.

“Good point. Do you need a shower or anything before my boss gets here?”

“Do I smell?”

“Like heaven,” Namjoon said. Jin chuckled.

“Then no… What tests is he going to do?”

“Basic ones, checking your software, hardware, some basic questions. Nothing too invasive, and Halsey and I will be right here the whole time.”

“Is he kind?”

“Yeah, he’s a sweet man. He started off as a robotics developer and has just moved upward. You’ll like him, I think.”

In the other room, Halsey made a noise of frustration, drawing their attention. “Uh oh,” Namjoon mumbled.

“No, you listen to me, sir. I may sound young but I know how this works. That is a ridiculous price. I know what a new model goes for and that’s far beyond it.”

Jin giggled behind his hand. “She’s got a temper… It’s amazing.”

“She knows what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to get it. It’s one of the reasons I fell for her. I’m a smart guy, see? And a lot of times… People gave me this dumb respect just for that instead of getting to know me. Like my IQ somehow garnered me some royalty. I’m just an idiot twenty-something though. She saw right through that bullshit and had zero problem telling me off when I was acting like a cocky asshole. I really appreciated that.” He shrugged.

“She also told me you walked into multiple walls after you two first met.”

“Okay, the first one was an accident – and it wasn’t a wall! It was a glass door.”

Jin laughed helplessly, and Namjoon grinned. His heart stuttered at the sound of Jin’s laughter. He knew he wanted to hear it more and more.

Halsey scolded the person on the phone once more, earning another fit of giggles from both Jin and Namjoon. She stormed back in, her cheeks flushed and eyes dark with anger.

“That man is a fucker and I hope he gets massive diarrhea in the middle of vigorous sex.”

“Didn’t go well?”

“Oh, it went fine.” Halsey handed Namjoon the phone, a number printed on the screen.

“This is a steal,” Namjoon said. “No way.”

“I was well on my way to threatening physical harm if he didn’t lower the cost. We would have paid it, you’re worth it,” she assured Jin, “but I’m not giving that ass the satisfaction of a good paycheck if I can help it.”

“This will definitely be doable for the company.” Namjoon kissed Halsey deeply. “I still wish you’d let us hire you for negotiations.”

“You couldn’t afford me,” Halsey teased.

“Hm, maybe not, but you’d look damn good running our business meetings.”

“Now, that’s just sexist.” She pushed him lightly. “I’m going to go put actual clothes on before your boss shows up.”

Namjoon’s boss was a handsome older man by the name of Seungryong. Dark hair and dark eyes, he observed Jin from a distance before approaching and offering his hand. Jin bowed low, holding his hand tightly for a moment.

“Thank you for being willing to examine me for the role you need,” he said softly.

“You’re quite polite. How long have you been working?”

“Some years. Six, I think? I’m not really sure, I’m sorry.”

“Does your owner do updates regularly?”

“Yes, every six months on the dot. I just had one last week.”

“Do you mind if I take a peek?”

“Sure.” Jin sat on the couch and Namjoon sat close to him.

“You said he is displaying signs of sentience?” Seungryong asked. He opened a small briefcase and pulled out some cords.

“Yes. A new learned emotion.”

“Love?”

Namjoon nodded. “Would you like some coffee?”

“You know me too well.” Namjoon smiled. He squeezed Jin’s thigh.

“You okay?” Jin nodded, holding out his arm for the cords.

Halsey took Namjoon’s place, wrapping her arm loosely around Jin’s middle.

“How have you been, Hal?”

“Okay. Working on a new song,” she said.

He nodded. “My daughter loves what you put out, we’ll keep an eye out for it.” Now, Seokjin, is it?” He asked, pressing the cords into the tiny spot that opened for them on Jin’s palm.

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you been in the escort profession your entire life?”

“Yes.”

“Same owner?”

Jin nodded.

“And he’s – I’m guessing… Not a friend of The Sentience Project.” As he spoke, he flipped through various files on the screen connected to the cords.

“Not at all. But he’s willing to sell to an independent buyer.”

“Have you discussed price?”

Halsey nodded. She slid over the paper with the price on it.

“Hm, not bad at all… May I ask why?”

“That would be my doing,” Halsey said. “His original price was three times as much. He’s scum, but he’s stupid. And I’m smart, if I say so myself.”

Seungryong laughed. “You are, God knows Namjoon praises your brains enough. I believe it. It looks like your software is up to date… A few odd neural networks that I would like to look at in more detail, but I think I can attribute that to independent learning.”

“Will it break me somehow?”

“Not at all. The fascinating thing about androids of your type is that once independent learning has begun, the neural networks work almost entirely independently. They build off of the software, yes, but they essentially patch and network all themselves. It’s why our sentience switch works – it essentially kills that part of the network that needs those updates and allows the independent networking to build it freely.”

“It’s literally humanizing machines.”

Seungryung shrugged. “It’s been said. A few simple tests of intelligence now, if you don’t mind.” He unplugged Jin and tucked away the screen before pulling out a book.

“Read this quickly now.”

The tests continued on for a few hours, back and forth between the two. Namjoon’s nerves were shot, fears that Jin for some reason wouldn’t pass, or would decide he’d had enough of it and would change his mind. Each time a test was passed, he was relieved – one step closer.

Finally, Seungryung closed his briefcase and nodded.

“I want to test the chip on you. You might be our best subject yet.”

“Really?”

“Yes. The money has been wired to your account, Namjoon. I’ll see you and Jin in the office bright and early on Monday… Take tomorrow off and the weekend – get some nice clothes, get him accustomed to a free life.”

Jin rose and bowed low. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me, you’re helping us. But Jin? You need a last name. Think on one, so I can put it on the paperwork next week, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Namjoon shook Seungryung’s hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“You know half those tests weren’t necessary,” Seungryung whispered.

“Why did you do them?”

“To see how you and Halsey would react… And how he responded to you… You say he just learned sentience tonight but he… He is so bright. I can’t wait to start working with him. He’s so clever, and handsome… If he keeps up this rate, we might have a switch that can be advocated for by the end of the year… And you might be dating our poster boy.”

Namjoon chuckled and looked back at Jin, who was cuddling on the couch with Halsey as she spoke on the phone.

“I’m just glad he’s here, and he agreed… I never planned…”

“You never plan for love, my boy. Enjoy your weekend with your new partner. We’ll talk Monday.”

“Thank you again.”

Seungryung nodded and headed out.

Namjoon settled onto the couch behind Jin, resting his head on his shoulder. Halsey held up her phone. The screen showed an email – the ownership papers for Seokjin, now in Kim Namjoon’s name.

“He’s ours.”

“He’s free,” Namjoon whispered, kissing Jin’s neck. Jin smiled softly, reading over the email again and again.

“I’m free…”

“What do you want to do with your first night of freedom, baby?” Halsey asked.

“I want to cuddle my partners. Kiss you both… Spend the evening watching films and feeling… Human. Learning.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Namjoon said. He shifted over enough to kiss Jin’s lips, not missing the way Jin’s breath caught as he did. Halsey moved next, kissing Namjoon and then Jin, laughing a little as she did.

Namjoon hadn’t planned on anything more than a fun night for his birthday. Halsey’s gift had certainly spiced things up, but neither could have anticipated just how much it would change things. He’d always felt something missing in his life. But as they cuddled on the couch, sharing kisses and gentle touches, whispering and laughing, Namjoon felt complete. Life with a new partner – an android no less – would have its challenges, but he was up for them. As long as he had Halsey and Jin by his side, they would make it through just fine.

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