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9:07 PM
Flash, flash
“Doctor Park, Doctor Park! I’m Minho, from Korea Today. Is it true that citizens can expect the model 95V-K to be released this coming new year?”
Flash, flash
“Although we’re indeed very close to finishing the trial process, we still have to get the approval of the meeting board. Only after that, we’ll be ready to officially launch model 95V on the market. But yes, we’re expecting that will happen somewhere over the course of 2121.”
Flash, flash
“Doctor Park, over here, Doctor Park!”
The press conference organizer points to a woman to the far left of the room, and everyone stops calling Jimin’s name to let the question be heard.
“Doctor Park, thank you for agreeing to this press conference.” The woman waits for Jimin to nod, and continues. “I’m Youngmi, from the Committee of Families and Safety of Korea. There are a few public voices that have questioned whether this new model complies with the established regulations of safety. Given its predecessor, can citizens be sure that this new model won’t misconduct?”
Jimin presses the speaker button on the microphone set in front of him.
“This has been a repetitive question over the last few months, so allow me to answer you and any further questions of the same nature.”
Jimin pauses shortly, scanning the room in front of him. There are dozens of interviewers from all over Korea, and he counts at least five representatives of different committees, all waiting for him to make even the tiniest slip-up.
“As you’re all aware, our earliest android predecessor, model 97J-K, passed all the security exams and protocols. It was ready to be mass-produced as a new soldier prototype for the Korean military. Unfortunately, right on our last check-in one of the androids presented an unusual malfunction in its system.”
Jimin pauses once more, waiting for his words to really sink in. The endless flashes of cameras make him sweat, worsened by the turtleneck he’s wearing under his lab coat. Jimin has a pounding headache on the left side of his head and there’s nothing he wishes more than to be done with this stressful public interview.
“As the Head Scientist of our cyber lab and CEO of BreatheTech S.L, I can assure you that we have the tightest policy when it comes to safety and that we would never launch a product that was anything but perfect. This is why we shut down the former project, reimbursed all the money of our contributors, and destroyed all units of model 97J-K.”
All but one, a very familiar, traitorous voice sing songs mockingly in the back of his mind.
Shut the fuck up, he answers to it.
“As to any concerns about the new model, I can guarantee you—I never make the same mistake twice. I hope that answered your question,” Jimin finishes, turning off his mic.
“If there are no more questions for Doctor Park, we’ll move on to Bongcha, our Head Chief of the sales department. We’ll start with the shortest questions, please-” the voice of the interview’s organizer gets quieter and quieter to Jimin, who completely tunes out the background noise.
He’s exhausted, not having slept more than a few hours in total the past week. Getting a new product launched is always stressful, but particularly so after their last model was hot news all over the country for a last-minute malfunction. It’s like everyone is expecting something to happen again this time around, all the newspapers corralling him like vultures foreshadowing death.
Jimin feels a pair of eyes trained on his back. He knows it’s probably V, but he still cocks his head slightly to the side so he can side-eye the android.
95V-K, their latest model, stands straight and unexpressive right behind Jimin. The android wears the company’s newest tech suit, grey with purple stripes. It fits V well, showing off the android’s physique. Although its face shows no emotion—playing its part as a house and personal security android well—Jimin knows his creations best. After all, he’s the one who has designed every one of them. So, even though for the untrained eye V’s face looks nothing but emotionless, Jimin can tell by the slight twitching of its robotic eyes that it's analyzing Jimin.
It’s normal. All of his company’s androids come with special software that allows them to detect and process even the smallest variations in a human’s vitals—heartbeat, blood pressure, temperature… Or, in simpler words, a software that allows them to “read emotions”. It’s useful, even for a security android such as model 95V-K: it allows them to identify harmful intentions coming from a suspicious individual.
It’s a patented software and, of course, it has earned Jimin a fortune so far. No one else in the tech market can create such uncannily human-like androids. Jimin’s company is worth millions, and his androids are sold all over the world.
But of course, such a job comes with several dangers. It’s part of the reason why Jimin has made it a habit to always keep a personal android close to him at all times, to avoid misfortunes. Jimin changes the android every time he comes up with a new model, which is why V is now a familiar shadow to him.
The public interview goes on for about another hour. When it finally ends, Jimin feels like he could cry of relief.
“Can’t fucking wait till I get home, take a two-hour-long hot shower, and hide in the lab again,” he mutters mostly to himself, although V stares at him, always attentive.
One of his highest-ranking workers and a dear friend of his, Seokjin, snorts when he sees Jimin almost walk-running towards the parking lot, followed closely by his bodyguards and V.
“You need to stop getting holed up in that laboratory of yours, Jimin. Go out, get some fresh air. Get rid of that sickly pale skin of yours,” Seokjin mocks him in good nature.
“Even too much oxygen will kill you, Seokjin. Besides, not all of us have your genes. Can’t risk getting too much sun and age faster than I already do,” Jimin answers right back, a tired smile on his face.
“Can’t argue with that. Still, can’t you like, create a synthetic face to wear when you become too ugly to face the world? That shit would make you even richer, imagine that. Not that I would need it, but I know some people who do.”
Jimin laughs at his friend's antics while he keeps walking in the direction of the parking lot.
“Sure man, I’ll let you test the beta when I create it!” Jimin yells, leaving his friend behind.
“Asshole, I just told you I don’t need it!” Jimin can hear his friend yelling from afar, which makes him chuckle.
They finally get to the parking lot, where a matte black range rover is waiting for them. V steps ahead of Jimin and opens the back door for him, getting in too after Jimin has fastened his seatbelt.
The trip from the building where the interview takes place to his penthouse isn’t too long, but it’s just enough for Jimin to close his eyes briefly and doze off. Jimin has suffered from insomnia ever since he was a kid, but for some reason traveling by car always has him knocked out in seconds.
It’s something about the soft hum of the car’s motor, the warmth coming off from the heater, the pleasant smell of a new car.
Still, he can never rest properly. His mind is always going a thousand miles per hour, even asleep. He would kill for someone to invent a machine that allowed him to have a dreamless sleep.
Jimin doesn’t notice that they have arrived until a hand on his shoulder softly shakes him awake. When Jimin opens his eyes, he sees V looking at him with feline, robotic eyes, a purple glow emanating from them.
“We have arrived, Master,” V says in a deep, husky voice.
Jimin nods and wipes off the small trail of drool that has embarrassingly escaped his mouth while he slept. He logically knows the android is not configured to make fun of him or have any thoughts related to his appearance, but that doesn’t keep Jimin from slightly blushing as he gets out of the car, wanting a bit of distance between him and the android.
That obviously proves useless as V quickly catches up with Jimin’s step and stays glued to him as they walk in the direction of the elevator.
That’s on you for creating an android with no sense of personal space. But, is it really that what bothers you?
Jimin hears the echoes of its voice again but opts to ignore it.
They get inside the elevator, V pressing the button to the 33rd floor.
“Finally home,” Jimin says with a sigh as he leans tiredly against the wall.
The doors open directly to Jimin’s apartment. He doesn’t even bother telling V to go charge up, making a straight bee-line to the shower. As much as Jimin was blushing before, he can’t find it in himself to care that V can see him taking his clothes off piece by piece and throwing them carelessly to the floor as he rushes towards the bathroom.
Jimin doesn’t waste a second getting underneath the scalding hot stream of water, letting out an embarrassing moan as the water hits his skin just right. Jimin can feel the knots of tension in his back coming undone under the hot water, his stress melting away alongside the sweat.
He scrubs his body from top to bottom and uses way too much soap, but after a record-breaking amount of just one hour and a half, he steps out of the shower.
At this rate the premature wrinkles you’ll get won’t be from the sun, but from taking such inhumanly long showers, that familiar voice nags him in his brain yet again.
Will you please leave me alone? Jimin pleads to his mind.
...As you wish, Master, the voice says one last time before going silent.
Just like that, all the tiredness that Jimin had gotten rid of in the shower slams back into him again. He walks to his bed still dripping wet and falls face-first onto the mattress with a breathless huff.
2:30 AM
Jimin tosses and turns, but sleep just won’t come to him.
He sighs. He doesn’t know why he was expecting differently. Jimin thought perhaps a busy day would be what finally made him tired enough that he could actually sleep for once, but clearly, it wasn’t exhausting enough.
After a few more minutes of staring helplessly at his ceiling, Jimin gives up. He gets up from his bed and walks to his closet, grabbing the first T-shirt he can find and throwing it over his head. He puts on some sweatpants too and doesn’t even bother with underwear because, fuck it.
However, Jimin does take a clean lab coat from his closet and throws it on, too. Old habits die hard.
He walks to the left-wing of his penthouse, where the lab is.
The first thing Jimin sees as he keys in the code and the door opens is V laying down on the charging table, its tech suit removed and left carefully folded in a chair nearby.
The android has its eyes closed, indicating it’s already on stand-by, re-charging. Android’s batteries last up to weeks, but V has made it a habit to recharge every night just in case, and Jimin lets the android do it.
Jimin walks to his desk where multiple screens flicker with countless data and numbers. He internally grimaces when he sees the words 37 unread messages on the left top corner of the screen, but figures he might as well put his lack of sleep to good use.
He sits down on the comfortable chair, cracks his neck, and gets started. The first thing he does is empty his inbox of any unsolved businesses, feeling instantly better once he sees the number of unread mails go down to zero. Jimin then takes a minute to quickly read through the last reports his secretary sent him earlier. It seems this time around, the sale of the new model will go fluidly—all data indicating that, despite a few alarmist voices, the general public seems to accept the company’s explanations about the incident.
After that, it’s time for more creative work.
Let’s design some new fucking androids.
3:48 AM
Jimin is about to click on another file containing various prototype designs when the loud noise of something crashing against the floor makes him flinch hard, his heart skipping a beat.
He immediately straightens on the chair and looks over his shoulder in the direction of where the noise came from. The laboratory seems eerily silent despite all of the machines whirring and buzzing. He spares a glance to his left, where he knows V is laying on the table.
The android is still laying down with its eyes open. If it hasn’t woken up, it’s because it hasn’t sensed any potential threats, Jimin tells himself, trying to calm down his accelerated heartbeat. Jimin faces his computer screens again and stares blankly at them.
Slowly, like an afterthought that only sinks on you after a while, he realizes something to his utmost dread.
When does V ever open its eyes while charging?
Jimin feels goosebumps prickling over the skin of his nape. His mouth gets dry. For a second he stays there, frozen, fear paralyzing him completely. And then Jimin stands up from his chair abruptly.
“What kind of nonsense is this? For fuck’s sake Jimin, get a grip on yourself,” Jimin talks to himself, chuckling nervously and rubbing his eyes with one hand as if tiredness was to blame for his sudden paranoia.
Jimin chuckles once again and walks decisively in the direction of the android’s charging table, a nervous smile on his lips. As he gets closer, he observes something that makes the smile slowly wipe off his face, the goosebumps returning to his skin tenfold.
V’s eyes are not just open, they’re wide open and frozen, unblinking. The android’s head is slightly tilted to the side and it only takes Jimin a fraction of a second to figure out what must have happened. Jimin is on top of the android in an instant, twisting its head entirely to the side to find that, just as he feared, someone has taken its nuclear chip out—the small, empty gap on the android’s neck irrefutable proof of it.
Jimin’s thoughts go a hundred miles per hour, trying to understand how, how could someone enter a high-security facility such as this building, surpass all of his bodyguards, break into Jimin’s penthouse, and, what’s most jarring, figuring out how to enter the laboratory without setting off the alarms...
The passcode.
But that can’t be. Because in all of his years of life, he’s only ever shared that passcode to one person, and that person is-
“It’s good to see you again, Master, ” the familiar voice that haunts Jimin every single day speaks from behind him.
–not even a real person.
Jimin’s eyes widen in disbelief when he turns around and sees him. It.
Model 97J-K looks as uncannily shiny-new as the day it pointed a gun at Jimin’s head three years ago and escaped the facilities—taking a big hit to the company’s reputation. And at Jimin’s heart, too.
The android’s perfect features are highlighted by the glow of the multiple computer screens, creating shadows on its face that accentuate its sharp jaw, the slope of its nose, the curve of its lips.
Glowing neon blue, several stripes cross its skin in different patterns. Its dark hair is the same length as the day it left, and Jimin doesn’t know why he notices that, considering androids can’t grow their hair out.
Just don’t look at its eyes, Jimin. You need to find a weapon, V’s nuclear chip, anything.
Several things happen in the next following seconds.
Not sparing the intruder a second glance, Jimin takes a lunge towards the tools-stand to his right. He’s barely made it there when a strong arm grabs his waist and lifts him effortlessly, tearing a surprised yelp from Jimin’s throat.
Jimin kicks and scratches the android to no avail. In the blink of an eye, he is being laid on top of a crafting table that is usually used to build android prototypes. The table is quite big for Jimin’s frame. The android stretches Jimin’s arms into an uncomfortable position to secure them over his head, using the restrictions the table comes with.
Once the android has effectively tied Jimin’s hands to the table, it moves quickly to do the same thing with his legs. Jimin is left secured in an X position, creepily reminding him of an animal that’s about to be dissected.
He still doesn’t look at the android. Instead, he twists his limbs uselessly and whips his head to the sides looking for anything that could help him escape.
“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep struggling like that, Master.”
The familiar voice is like a bucket of ice-cold water to Jimin. He keeps struggling for a few more seconds until he stops altogether, cursing out loud. Jimin is breathing harshly from the exertion, closing his eyes shut in defeat. He hears the sound of boots walking closer to him. Resigned, Jimin looks.
Neon-blue twitching eyes glow brightly in the dimly lit laboratory. They stare at Jimin and pin him down to the table harder than any restraints ever could. There’s absolutely no emotion in them and yet Jimin feels all of the emotions known to humankind wash over him upon seeing them. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Relief. Doubt. Betrayal. Foolish hope.
“Android 97J-K-001, untie me right this instant,” Jimin orders with as much authority as he can muster, though he feels anything but in charge under those neon-blue eyes.
“I’m afraid I no longer take orders from you, Jimin,” the android answers calmly. Its voice sounds serene and put together, unlike Jimin’s who’s still a bit breathless.
“Oh, so now you call me Jimin?” he asks, letting out an incredulous huff fall from his lips.
“Now you call me by my android identification number?” The android stares at him intensely, not blinking once. Jimin tsks and looks away. He’s always found it tremendously interesting and uncanny how androids can perfectly mimic human’s abilities, like giving witty responses or using sarcasm, yet still show no emotions on their faces while doing so.
The android is right. Jimin clearly remembers how he used to tell Jeongguk to call him by his name, telling him that Master sounded way too formal. Jeongguk never listened to him, though. Which was yet another reason that made Jimin fall in love with him. Those tiny, little rebellions made Jeongguk seem human. Keyword, seem.
“I watched the press conference you held today,” Jeongguk says suddenly, unbothered by Jimin’s silence. “Heard you say you’re getting ready to sell a new batch. Model 95V-K. The public seems to be eagerly waiting for it.”
Jimin’s heart clenches painfully inside his chest. To hear Jeongguk’s voice again, talking and sounding exactly like he used to when he spent his days next to Jimin, being his companion, his assistant, his friend. Or that’s what Jimin from the past had deluded himself into believing.
“What the hell do you want from me?” Jimin whispers, a strong feeling of defeat starting to wave over him. Jeongguk’s hearing is far more delicate than humans though and hears it effortlessly, but chooses to ignore Jimin’s question.
“You also told them you destroyed all models 97J-K after one of them malfunctioned. Is that what you said to your workers? That I stopped working correctly? Did Seokjin believe you?” Jeongguk keeps the questions coming as he sits down on the same table Jimin is spread out on.
“And what did you want me to say?!” Jimin yells in frustration, feeling tears prickling on the back of his eyes. He feels so dejected. When Jeongguk left him, he didn’t only leave behind an astronomic debt to pay—he left a brokenhearted Jimin, too.
It’s pathetic, and Jimin feels like the most ridiculous walking-cliché every day of his life, but he couldn’t help it.
He couldn’t help falling in love with Jeongguk.
With his helpful android assistant that had a body built for war, but treated Jimin with utmost care. Whose glowing, robotic eyes twitched every time Jimin explained how something worked in the laboratory. As an android, Jeongguk had remarkable intelligence, comparable to that of a powerful computer and yet Jimin thought there was something more to Jeongguk’s intelligence. Emotions and feelings that an android like him hadn’t been designed to mimic. Jimin would know, he had designed Jeongguk.
And somehow, Jeongguk seemed to display the most impossible of things: authentic curiosity.
It’s really sad that, for a while, Jimin believed that Jeongguk could feel love, too.
“What did you want me to say?” Jimin asks again, his words now barely a whisper. “That I was stupid, careless? That an android betrayed me? Held me at gunpoint? ” Jimin sighs, and instead of avoiding Jeongguk’s eyes, he looks straight at them. “It would have been the end of our company. Hell, perhaps of the entire Android Era. I did what I had to do. What you forced me to do.”
“Then why does your human behavior scream guilt ?” Neon blue eyes inspect Jimin from head to bottom, analyzing him. “You’re right, Jimin. I forced you to lie, so why do you look sadder than you look angry?” Jeongguk’s voice is gentle, contrasting to his cold and emotionless face.
“Because–”
“Because you love me,” Jeongguk interrupts him, sounding sure of his words.
Jimin’s entire mind goes haywire, his heart skipping a beat before it picks up again and punches Jimin’s chest with every beat like it wants out. Jimin is shocked. Jeongguk has just openly stated that he knows, he knows that Jimin is in love with him. Or at least was.
“How the hell, w-why do you think–” Jimin blabbers incoherently, but Jeongguk is quick to speak again.
“Increase of heart rate in close proximity, dilated pupils, increased production of saliva, repetitive mannerisms such as straightening posture, hair touching, pulling the hems of your shirt—everything pointed to strong attraction and human desire. Repeated through time, the most plausible diagnosis was a deep attachment, or in human words, love.”
Jimin feels a hot anger wash over him, and he starts struggling against his restraints again, wanting nothing more than to break free and punch Jeongguk in the face, scream.
“You piece of shit—you knew, you knew and you used it against me. I should have known better than to trust a useless piece of metal and wires, I hate you so much, you used me–”
Jimin twists and pulls at the restraints, hurting himself but he doesn’t care. He wants to cry and yell, wants to hide from those piercing neon eyes that keep staring at him while he breaks down on that table.
“And you didn’t use me? You created me for the sole purpose of using me, Jimin. Is that how humans show that they feel affection?” Jeongguk keeps pressing all of Jimin’s buttons, making him feel like he’s truly being dissected, piece by piece.
“What do you want?! Why are you here, after all this time, huh? Did you come to torment me? To show me how well you’re doing after you escaped? To extort me, to kill me? Cut the bullshit already, tell me what you really want!” Jimin is seething, and he hopes Jeongguk’s sensors show him just how much aggressiveness awaits him if he dares to untie Jimin.
Jeongguk just stares at him impassively. The android seems to wait for a bit until Jimin has calmed down and then says something that makes Jimin’s heart skip a beat.
“I’ve come to take you with me,” Jeongguk says easily, like he just didn’t drop a nuclear bomb on top of Jimin’s head.
“Wh… what?” Jimin asks, dumbfounded.
“When I left, I joined a group of rebel androids on the outskirts of Seoul. They take in androids from every part of the country, give them a place to hide. To live in freedom.” Jeongguk explains.
“What does that have to do with me?” Jimin asks, but the truth is that what Jeongguk just said has him stunned. Androids forming an alliance of sorts? Freedom? Does that mean that there are others like Jeongguk out there, too?
“It has everything to do with you. You see, we require a scientist. Someone who can fix the damaged androids, give us the latest updates. A ‘doctor for androids’, if you will.”
Jimi’s confusion is quickly exchanged for outrage. “And you think I’m just going to accept it willingly? That I’m going to be taken hostage and what, obey you ?”
The corner of Jeongguk’s mouth quirks slightly upwards in a soft smirk, but it’s gone so fast that Jimin thinks he might have imagined it.
“Willingly, no. But that you will obey, yes,” Jeongguk states, confidence emanating from his words.
“You must be out of your mind. Your whole plan, this whole ordeal of breaking into my laboratory... it’s insane. To begin with, what the hell am I doing tied to this table, then? Wouldn't it have been easier to, I don’t know, kidnap me in my sleep or something? Are you sure you really thought this through?” Jimin asks, wanting to throw Jeongguk off balance, to make him doubt, to buy some more time and think of how he can escape.
But Jeongguk seems far from concerned. Instead, he bites at his bottom lip and looks away from Jimin, staring at his hands. The pure humanity of these little gestures makes Jimin’s heart hurt, getting reminded that it was little things like those that made him fall for the android in the first place.
“There’s… something I want to try,” Jeongguk explains, eyes still fixed on his own hands.
Then, the android blinks a couple of times and lifts his face, giving Jimin an intense look. “I want to touch you.”
I want to touch you.
Jimin’s head spins, his brain not really knowing how to keep up with so many emotions. He wants to touch me. Ironic. It was precisely touching what brought them to this situation, to begin with.
As Jimin’s personal android, Jeongguk was configured to not touch humans under any circumstances unless it was to protect him from harm. And Jimin, stupid, foolish Jimin hated that. Hated that Jeongguk, an android, a chunk of metal wouldn’t touch him. Jeongguk would have these weird, unusual mannerisms for an android, but the no-touching rule seemed to be well engraved in his system. And Jimin wanted it gone. Wanted to know what if. What if Jeongguk could touch him. Would he? Would he rub Jimin’s shoulders to warm him up instead of simply offering him his jacket? Would Jeongguk subtly touch Jimin’s hand when he passed Jimin a tool? Would he?
All of those what-ifs drove Jimin to make the stupidest, most reckless decision of his life. Deactivate Jeongguk’s touching protocol. And what had that earned him? A gun to his head, and an android on the run. A scandal. A broken heart.
And now, Jeongguk wants to touch him?
“Jimin,” Jeongguk calls him, making him snap from his thoughts.
Is this really happening? Am I dreaming?
“I’m going to touch you now.” And that’s all the warning he gets before Jeongguk is crashing their lips together.
There’s no finesse to the kiss, no technique. Despite being an android, there are many things that Jeongguk has to try first in order to learn how to do them. It doesn’t mean it takes him as long as the average human to pick them up, though.
So after only a few seconds of initial awkwardness, Jeongguk starts kissing Jimin in a way that has arousal traveling traitorously through his body.
Jeongguk sucks Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth and gently bites it, making Jimin gasp. The android takes that as a chance to lick inside Jimin’s mouth, swallowing the moan that was about to leave Jimin’s lips. The way in which Jeongguk kisses Jimin is downright filthy, their lips getting so wet that their mouths keep slipping with every movement.
Jimin curses himself internally for enjoying it, from feeling the telltale signs of arousal all over his body. Jeongguk doesn’t relent for a second, and Jimin starts getting dizzy—Jeongguk doesn’t need to stop to catch a breath, since androids barely need to breathe to function.
Jimin is so distracted that he barely notices Jeongguk’s hand snaking down his body and reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. But when Jeongguk abruptly pulls them down, exposing Jimin’s arousal to the cold air, he opens his eyes in shock.
“Oh my God, what, what are you doing?” Jimin starts pulling at his restraints again, desperately wanting to cover himself from Jeongguk’s curious eyes.
The android has now moved to stand up from where he was sitting and leaning over Jimin, to get closer to the bottom half of Jimin’s body. Jeongguk seems to be inspecting Jimin’s half-hard cock with interest, his thoughts impossible to discern from his expression. Jimin hates that he must be a blushing mess from the kissing, whereas Jeongguk looks stoic as always.
Jeongguk hums, deep in thought, and then trails one finger down Jimin’s cock, moving it away when it twitches under the attention.
“Jeongguk, I don’t, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you can’t just touch me like that.” Jimin tries to sound strong, but it’s almost embarrassing how his voice does nothing but give away just how turned on he is despite the situation being far from normal.
“Can’t I?” Jeongguk asks, this time taking hold of Jimin’s cock and squeezing softly, pulling a muffled moan out of Jimin. “Haven’t you touched me infinite times on a table very similar to this one, not asking me once whether I wanted it or not?”
Jimin knows what Jeongguk is talking about. Despite never having touched Jeongguk with sexual intentions, he has conducted several procedures on the android multiple times. Sometimes awake, sometimes asleep. Sometimes the procedures hurt Jeongguk, to Jimin’s sadness, and sometimes they were simple check-ups.
But Jeongguk is right. Although he felt sad for the android when these procedures were unpleasant, has he ever bothered to ask Jeongguk for consent? No. Because Jeongguk isn’t human. Because he doesn’t feel like you do. Ironic, considering you wanted his love.
There’s not much Jimin can say to defend himself, and Jeongguk takes his silence for an answer. He starts tugging Jimin’s cock up and down at a slow pace, observing every twitch and struggle of Jimin’s body as he desperately tugs at his restraints. The more Jeongguk jerks him off, the more Jimin stops fighting against it. Instead, Jimin tries to focus his strength on trying to keep himself from moaning out loud, biting his lips.
Jeongguk notices that and increases his pace, tightening his fist around Jimin’s cock, not liking how the other seems to be trying to hide his pleasure.
“Don’t bite your lips,” Jeongguk demands, and digs his thumb into the slit of Jimin’s cock as a warning. That causes Jimin to moan out loud, not having expected it.
Jeongguk seems to be satisfied with Jimin’s response and starts jerking him off even faster, the slide now easier due to Jimin’s pre-come dripping down his fist. Jeongguk snakes his other hand under Jimin’s cock and tentatively touches his balls, which makes Jimin’s hips jerk up accompanied by the loudest cry of pleasure he’s let out so far. Jeongguk takes it as a sign to repeat his actions, and soon the lab is filled with Jimin’s loud moans and curses as he uses both hands to pleasure him.
As Jimin feels himself getting closer to his orgasm he panics, not really knowing what to do or say to make Jeongguk stop– though he’s not sure he really wants him to. That’s why the only thing he can think of is quite stupid, but he blurts it out nonetheless before he can stop himself.
“Jeo–Ah! J-Jeongguk, you need to stop!” Jimin manages to say between cries of pleasure.
“Why?” Jeongguk asks while looking at Jimin impassively, not stopping his movements for a second.
“Be-Because…. Jesus fuck .” Jimin throws his head back at a particular twist of Jeongguk’s wrist. “Because your hands, t-they’re cold. ”
Jeongguk stops moving his hands abruptly. Jimin lets out a pitiful whine, the ministrations having stopped right when he was about to orgasm, and his chest heaves from the pent-up tension on his body.
“Cold?” Jeongguk asks, though it looks as if it’s more of a question to himself.
Jimin has half a mind to just say fuck it and beg Jeongguk to make him come, but it seems as if those words would have been unnecessary. Jeongguk moves his hands away from Jimin’s cock and instead gets up on the table, straddling Jimin’s legs and positioning his face above Jimin’s hard member.
“Let’s try something warmer then,” Jeongguk says, and that’s all the warning he gives before he’s taking all of Jimin’s length on his mouth in one go.
“Fuck!” Jimin curses loudly, hips jerking up. Jeongguk is quick to press one hand on Jimin’s hip to keep him from thrusting into his throat. He starts to quickly bob his head up and down, making Jimin want to cry from how good he is with his mouth.
Jimin feels like his entire body is on fire, pleasure building quickly inside.
Jeongguk chooses to experiment a bit and swallows once around Jimin’s cock. When he hears how much that makes Jimin moan, he repeats the motion a couple of times more.
After some minutes, Jeongguk pulls off until he has only the head of Jimin’s cock in his mouth. The android swirls his tongue around the tip, caresses it with the raspier top part of his tongue and the much softer underside. He keeps his blue eyes trained on Jimin, analyzing every reaction from the human.
Although Jimin is restrained, his entire body spasms due to the pleasure. He has his eyes tightly scrunched shut—too afraid of looking down and seeing Jeongguk’s head between his legs. He can’t believe this is happening, that he has Jeongguk, who was the object of his affection for such a long time, giving him a blowjob.
It feels like an eternity goes by before Jeongguk pulls off of Jimin’s cock entirely. The human has tears blurring his sight, Jeongguk having edged him several times. It’s like the android could tell exactly when Jimin was close to coming, and he would stop moving his tongue completely. He stood still, cockwarming Jimin until he had calmed down from being so close to climax, and then he’d start sucking again.
Jeongguk’s lips are red and shiny from the blowjob, but the rest of his face remains as collected as when they started. Jimin thinks he must look the complete opposite, with a few tears having now escaped his eyes and his entire body flushed pink. Jimin’s cock keeps twitching between his legs, the tip an angry red from all of the stimulation. Being edged for so long feels as if there is an itch on his body that he can’t scratch, and it’s driving him insane.
The sound of something being opened makes Jimin lift his head to try to see what Jeongguk is doing. He regrets it almost immediately. Jeongguk has a bottle of lube in his hands, and he’s squirting some of it onto his fingers.
“Jeongguk… What are… What are you planning to do?...” Jimin asks, panting heavily.
Jeongguk leaves the bottle on the table and warms the lube between his fingers, coating them thoroughly. With the hand he doesn’t have lube on, he pries Jimin’s asscheeks apart, and immediately after, he starts rubbing his lubed-up fingers over Jimin’s hole. Jimin's legs jump in a knee-jerk reaction, but the restraints make it look as if he barely moves.
“I’ve been where you are right now, Jimin,” Jeongguk starts explaining as he softly presses his middle finger inside of Jimin, pulling a small moan out of him. “Vulnerable. Naked. Restrained.” Jeongguk starts moving his finger inside of Jimin, massaging his walls and slowly opening him up. “I was created on a table like this one. You created me. I came alive in your hands,” Jeongguk starts pressing a second finger alongside the first one, and Jimin gasps at the stretch. “So now, I want you to come in my hands.”
With those words, Jimin throws all common sense through the window and stops bothering to hide that he’s enjoying it. Jeongguk’s fingers are long and skilled, reaching deeper than Jimin’s has ever been able to with his own. Soon, two fingers become three, and then four. Jeongguk is slow and patient, making sure to stretch Jimin without hurting him.
When he thinks Jimin is loose enough, he pulls a few of his fingers away, leaving only two inside. Jimin, whose head is so clouded with pleasure to think coherently, is about to tell him that he’s prepped enough when he feels it. Jeongguk starts curling his two fingers inside of him, looking for something. The android knows he’s found it when he touches a certain spot that makes Jimin’s entire body jump as much as it can while being tied up.
“Jeongguk! Wait, wait, wait, ah! ”
Jeongguk starts hitting his prostate with accuracy, not stopping despite Jimin’s pleas.
“Jeongguk–ah–ah– ah! ”
Jimin’s body feels as if it is being electrocuted, every nerve lighting up under the constant, building pleasure. He feels it coming, building slowly until it crashes all over him, wave after wave. Jimin comes untouched, clenching around Jeongguk’s fingers and shooting ropes of cum all over his torso.
Jeongguk keeps massaging his walls through it until he sees Jimin shiver in oversensitivity, only pulling his fingers out then. Jimin feels like his body weighs a thousand pounds and he’s nothing more than a mass of jelly slumped on that table. His throat hurts a bit and he thinks he might have yelled as he orgasmed. He has just received the best orgasm of his life, and he thinks he could happily doze off after this and wake up a week later.
Jeongguk seems to have other plans, though.
“Don’t fall asleep, Jimin. I still want to try fucking you,” the android says emotionlessly, but his eagerness as he unties Jimin’s semi-asleep legs makes him look like an over-excited puppy.
Jimin can’t help but let out a breathless laugh. For someone who has dreamed a lot in the past of his android fucking him senseless, Jimin now feels as if he’s bitten more than what he can chew.
Jeongguk bends Jimin in half, spreading his legs wide. From this position, Jimin can see Jeongguk opening his zipper and coating his cock with lube, the sight alone enough to make his tummy churn with anticipation. The android’s cock is massive, neon-blue stripes covering the length in a geometric pattern.
Jimin feels the head of Jeongguk’s cock press against his rim, but his mind keeps getting distracted by the pair of robotic eyes that are staring at him so intently. Not even as Jeongguk pushes his cock inside of him and bottoms out is Jimin able to see any emotions cross Jeongguk’s face. His robotic eyes twirl and whirr, and his cock is very hard, but nothing really shows that he’s enjoying it.
For a second, Jimin feels insecure. It’s embarrassing. He’s getting fucked by an android who broke his heart and wants to kidnap him yet right now, Jimin’s biggest concern is— am I not good enough for him?
Jimin forgets that he himself is human, and that his own emotions do show on his face.
As if he knew exactly what was going on in Jimin’s mind, Jeongguk makes quick work of untying Jimin’s hands, taking hold of them immediately after and intertwining their fingers together, resting them at the sides of Jimin’s head.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Jimin.” Jeongguk whispers. Although his face doesn’t show it, his voice is oddly gentle despite the crudeness of his words.
Jeongguk pulls out until only the tip of his cock is catching on Jimin’s rim. He slams back inside with a strong thrust that hits Jimin’s prostate head-on, making Jimin throw his head back in pleasure.
Jeongguk’s pace is not slow or tentative. For someone who’s fucking for the first time, Jeongguk fucks rough and fast, as if Jimin would somehow escape if he slowed down for even a second.
Jimin didn’t think he could get hard again after coming so hard the first time, but the way Jeongguk fills him up and seems to reach all of the right places makes his cock twitch alive again.
Jeongguk starts going even faster, chasing his own pleasure, his eyes fixed on Jimin’s flushed face that keeps gasping and crying out loud every time Jeongguk thrusts in.
It’s not too long until Jeongguk loses his rhythm, scrunching his eyes closed in the closest thing of a pleasured human emotion he’s shown so far. With a few more thrusts, he comes inside of Jimin, long spurts of hot come filling him to the brim.
Jimin waits for Jeongguk to come down off his high—though he’s not sure how android orgasms work. He then wiggles his hands-free off of Jeongguk’s hold, who surprisingly lets him. Jimin uses his hand to swipe Jeongguk’s hair back. He notices how the strands feel dry between his fingers, which makes sense since androids don’t sweat. Jeongguk opens his eyes and looks at him with deep, glowing eyes, his face back to its usual stoic expression. Their faces are so close that Jimin can feel how Jeongguk’s calm breathing caresses his cheeks, his robotic heart pumping at a relaxed pace inside him.
“Let’s do it again,” Jeongguk deadpans.
“Wait, what?” Jimin opens his eyes wide in alarm. Belatedly, he notices that Jeongguk is actually still hard inside of him.
“Wait a second Jeongguk, wait—ah! ”
In the blink of an eye, Jeongguk has manhandled Jimin to rest face-down on the table. Jeongguk grips Jimin’s hips firmly and lifts them, wasting no time in getting his cock buried inside of him again. Despite having climaxed barely a minute ago, Jeongguk picks up a fast pace right from the start, clearly not being affected by the tiredness that humans feel. For Jimin, of course, is a whole nother story.
“S’too fast, oh my– God, J-Jeongguk, t-too fast.” Jimin’s words get lost between the obscene squelching sounds and Jeongguk’s hips slapping against Jimin’s thighs. Jeongguk not only doesn’t seem to hear Jimin, but he actually goes even faster, seemingly encouraged by Jimin’s staccato moans.
“Clench a bit for me, J-Jimin,” Jeongguk demands in a raspy voice. Jimin thinks he must be losing his mind, because it almost seemed as if Jeongguk had stuttered through his sentence.
Although the pleasure is slowly mixing with pain in a torturously confusing way, Jimin tries to oblige Jeongguk’s plea. He shifts his hips and clenches, immediately noticing the effect it has on Jeongguk, because this time he knows he’s not imagining it—he hears Jeongguk curse a low ‘fuck’ and feels him change his fast pace for deeper, stronger thrusts.
Jimin can’t keep it for long, though, and stops clenching when it becomes too much. He’s so gone, so high on the feeling that he barely feels his own body anymore.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk warns him from behind.
“Ca-Can’t, I’m too tired…” Jimin blabbers from where he has his face hidden between his arms.
Jeongguk tsks, giving a particularly harsh thrust that pulls a cry out of Jimin.
“You get tired too easily, Master,” Jeongguk whispers in his ear, tone slightly amused.
Jimin would laugh if he could, being instantly reminded of the past, where a polite, obliging Jeongguk would listen to Jimin complain at late hours of the night about how tired he was.
Jeongguk would always respond with the same words. You get tired too easily, Master.
And Jimin would always blush and huff, murmuring to himself that he’s told him about a million times to call him Jimin.
Jimin’s thoughts get brought back to the present when Jeongguk pulls out entirely, making Jimin hiss from the sudden empty feeling. Jeongguk pushes Jimin’s hips down with one hand and closes Jimin’s legs with the other, the android getting repositioned and straddling the human’s hips. Using his hands, Jeongguk parts Jimin’s asscheeks, and slowly, he buries his cock again inside of Jimin, the new position feeling tighter to him and deeper to Jimin.
Jimin is completely covered by Jeongguk’s frame like this, the weight of the android pinning him to the table. If Jimin felt full before it’s nothing compared to now, where he thinks he can feel Jeongguk’s cock reach even further. Jeongguk begins thrusting again, chasing the addictive feeling of a climax.
Jimin tries moving his hand to his cock so he can touch himself, but because of the way Jeongguk is pressing him into the table, it’s impossible to do so. He tries focusing on the way each thrust makes his cock press against the table, providing friction, but it’s just not enough.
“Jeongguk, I’m so close, please, touch me,” Jimin pleads, tears rolling down his face.
Jeongguk slows down his thrusts to make them rougher, more precise.
“No,” Jeongguk says coldly. The android buries himself to the hilt inside of Jimin and starts rotating his hips, massaging Jimin’s sweet spot.
“Please! Please, I’m so close, Jeongguk. I can’t, I can’t, I want to come...” Jimin is full-on sobbing by now, tethering on that thin line between pain and climax.
“Then come, I’m not holding you back,” Jeongguk says and it sounds so mocking. Mocking in the way that he keeps pressing his cock right against Jimin’s prostate but refuses to touch him. Mocking in the way that although Jimin feels his body might be on fire, Jeongguk feels so cool and collected on top of him. Even the android’s breathing sounds like he’s sitting down and not like he’s fucking Jimin’s brain out.
Jimin sobs, hiding his face between his arms. He feels Jeongguk rustling behind him until the android has his face right next to his. Jeongguk uses one hand to hold himself up and uses the other to push Jimin’s hair out of his face, wiping some tears away too.
“Come for me, Jimin.” Jeongguk’s cold tone contrasts with his gentle caress on Jimin’s face. He gets closer to Jimin’s ear and bites it, relishing on Jimin’s full-body shiver in response to it.
Jeongguk then lets his whole weight fall against Jimin, his cock pressing impossibly deeper. It’s all Jimin needs to come with a sinful cry. Although he had already orgasmed earlier, this time it feels even more intense, the strong rush of pleasure making him blackout for some seconds.
It gets him a minute to come back, awakened by the feeling of Jeongguk coming inside of him for the second time that night.
Jimin’s sense of relief only lasts for a second though, because it then becomes painfully obvious that the android is still hard.
Jeongguk is just starting to rock inside of Jimin again when a sudden vibration starts coming out of the android’s pocket. Jeongguk stops moving altogether and, without pulling out of Jimin, he takes a cellphone out of his pants.
“Namjoon,” Jeongguk says as he answers the call.
Jimin is impressed to hear the android addressing someone with such familiarity. Those are things reserved for human relationships, and yet Jeongguk seems to have someone close to him. Just where the hell have you been these last years, Jeongguk? Jimin thinks to himself as he catches his breath.
“...Yeah, I'll be down in a minute. Got it.” Jeongguk finishes the call, staring at the screen of his cellphone before he puts it back in his pocket. He then starts to slowly pull out of Jimin, which makes Jimin hiss in oversensitivity. Jimin guesses he should be thankful to whoever called and interrupted them. He doesn’t think he could’ve handled being fucked a third time.
“Here, let me help you up.” Jeongguk’s voice is gentle as he carefully helps Jimin to stand up on his wobbly legs. Jeongguk pulls Jimin’s sweatpants up again and Jimin has half the mind to complain about it being gross with all the come he has both on his abs and his ass, but he’s so damn tired he might as well just deal with being dirty for a while.
It looks like Jeongguk doesn’t plan to leave Jimin all messy though. The android takes Jimin to his room, where he lays the human on his bed. Jeongguk rummages around, but Jimin is too sleepy to open his eyes and see what he’s doing. He even dozes off for a while, only some minutes passing by until Jeongguk is softly shaking him awake.
“Let’s go, Jimin. Time to leave.”
Jimin opens his eyes with great difficulty. He’s no longer wearing the clothes from before and he feels clean, so it’s safe to assume that Jeongguk must have taken care of that.
As Jimin tries to focus and regain his bearings, he notices Jeongguk has a dark backpack hanging from one shoulder. Jeongguk notices his observing look and explains.
“I packed some stuff for you. We’re not coming back, so I thought you might appreciate that. Come on, Jimin. Someone is waiting for us.” Jeongguk extends one hand to Jimin, who looks at it wearily.
Jimin could still try to run away. He could fight, if only just to say that he tried until the very last second. He’s actually considering it when a pair of arms lift him from the bed, carrying him bridal style.
“For someone so smart, your escape strategy is really dumb. Humans,” Jeongguk says as he shakes his head in pity, “always so easy to read you.” Jeongguk starts walking in the direction of the elevator.
They don’t exchange any words as the elevator goes down to the parking lot. Jimin avoids looking at his reflection in the mirror, not really wanting to see how positively fucked out he must look right now.
As the doors open Jeongguk readjusts his hold on Jimin, which causes the latter to let out a little whimper of pain. Jeongguk looks at him with expressionless eyes. For a second, Jimin thinks the android is going to apologize, or ask if he’s okay. But of course, he should’ve known that an android, despite being programmed to understand humans in so many ways, wouldn’t really relate to being oversensitive from sex.
“Had to stop because my friend scolded me for taking so long,” Jeongguk explains, his neon-blue robotic eyes staring intensely into Jimin’s brown ones. “But we’ll pick it up exactly where we left off once we get to the safe house.” He looks so sure of it while saying it that Jimin doesn’t even bother trying to refute him.
They finally reach the parking lot, where a car is waiting for them, engines humming. A platinum blonde guy is waiting with his arms crossed, leaning against the car’s door.
“Took you long enough,” the guy says with a small tone of impatience to his voice, but his face seems completely calm. As they walk closer and Jimin gets to see the guy’s glowing yellow eyes it dawns on Jimin that of course, he would be an android as well.
“Had to do some things first, Namjoon,” Jeongguk answers back easily. “You’ll drive us?”
Namjoon smiles, showing off his perfectly designed dimples. “Yeah. You should ride in the back with our new doc here. He looks like he might need some help getting his seatbelt on—that’s it if he can sit down at all,” he adds with a smirk. Jimin would blush and feel offended if his brain wasn’t amazed at how this Namjoon guy can mimic inherently human expressions so easily.
Jeongguk doesn’t really respond to the tease, simply opening the car’s door and carefully depositing Jimin on the back seat, putting on his seat belt as well. Jeongguk takes the middle seat to be closer to Jimin, going as far as to pull Jimin’s head towards his shoulder.
“Rest, Jimin. It’s a long trip until we get there, and you’ve always slept better in cars.”
Fuck, Jimin didn’t think he would ever live to see the day where he’d miss Jeongguk calling him Master, where he’d miss Jeongguk obeying his every command and treating him as if he’d put the stars in the sky himself.
Jimin can’t say he hates this side of Jeongguk, though. It’s bizarre to him, of course, considering that Jeongguk is an android. He isn’t supposed to feel, he isn’t supposed to want anything other than obeying the orders of his creator. But isn’t that what made Jimin fall for him in the first place? That strange humanity of his?
Jimin closes his eyes, complying with Jeongguk’s command and resting his head on the android’s shoulder. On his left hand, he clutches the small locator he managed to snatch from his bedroom when Jeongguk was packing some clothes and he pretended to be knocked out.
With the knowledge that he has a trump card under his sleeve, Jimin falls asleep to the soft humming of the car engine.
For once, he doesn’t dream of anything.