love.exe | ch 2
summary: now having realized the truth about what jun is, you take him back to your apartment, where you learn even more about him.
characters: jun/original female, svt members, members of pristin
genre: the fluffiest stuff
word count: 4.1k
a/n: YOOOOOO thanks for all the good responses on the first chapter bois i was so inspired i wrote this one w in
an HOUR4 hours so enjoy dis teeth rotting fluff
That evening, you brought Jun back to your apartment, unsure where he’d be left out on the streets if the police figured out what he was.
You still struggled to fully grasp what he was also, but you were at least willing to learn and keep it a secret as well. Parking the car out front, it wasn’t raining as you stepped outside anymore, but the wind was harshly blowing, which wasn’t any better for your cold.
Jun seemed to notice this, as upon your first sneeze, he called out from inside the car, “Are you alright?"
After all, he couldn’t get out. The car door handle was still broken.
Opening the door, you nodded, watching Jun quickly step out and wrap his arms around you. "Your body temperature is quite cold. I shall warm you up.” The gesture would have been sweet, but it was already late and you were still out in public. “Um, Jun–,” you stammered, trying to close the car door while still in his embrace. “—we need to get inside."
Jun’s temperature sensors really did the trick, as once you were inside, you no longer felt freezing from your cold.
The boy-bot stared around, curious about the abode. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Are you hungry? Wait, do robots need to eat?"
"I am actually completely self-sufficient,” Jun replied. “There is no need for me to eat, sleep, shower, or rest at any time.” You sighed in relief, knowing that you would still only mainly need to provide for yourself at best.
“Wait, so if I asked you to eat, would that be impossible?"
"No, I could eat. I simply don’t need to."
"Oh. Well, what about your battery? Something robotic has to have a battery, right?” Jun pointed to the back of his neck, where you could see a small indentation sticking out.
You pressed it, and a control panel popped out, with different stats that confused you the more you tried to understand them. Regardless, the word ’battery’ was there, and next to it was a 99% symbol, so you assumed he’d be okay for quite a while.
In fact, most of the control panel looked like this:
Current status: idle
Battery: 99% (5.5 months left)
ES: 2% discovered
HC: Not in progress
You weren’t sure what HC or ES stood for, but you noticed two ports and a button on the outside of the panel.
One of them must be to charge him, you thought. ‘Reset’ sat under the button, which you refused to press.
Closing the panel, Jun sat up once again, looking at you attentively. “Did you find everything you need to know?” You nodded. “Just a few more things. How long does your battery last?” “Six months."
You blinked. That was already a long period of time. "How do I charge you?” “Most cords work, however, I believe your cellular device’s charger would function.” “How long?” “Five to ten minutes.” “It takes you five to ten minutes to charge up to 6 months?!"
Well, that’s bizarre.
It was already close to 9 pm at that point, and being accustomed to sleeping earlier, you yawned, drowsy. A pair of strong arms picked you up bridal style, and you yelped at Jun, who replied, "My love is tired, she must go to bed.” He held a strong grasp, “Wait, wait, but we didn’t get to talk about—” Jun stopped in his tracks, still mid-hallway.
“Why’d you stop?"
"You said wait, my love."
Groaning, you forgot how literal he was to your every move. "Take me to my room and we’ll talk about it there.”
You had to admit, being carried around by Jun wasn’t half bad, especially if he was willing to do it. He didn’t break a sweat, nor make any sounds of struggling.
Opening the door to your bedroom, you turned on the light, Jun sitting down on the bed, you still in his arms. “Jun. You can put me down now."
"Is that what you want?" Honestly, no.
He put you down anyway, a bit to your disappointment. "So this apartment has two bed rooms, but the other one’s kind of empty.."
"Going into sleep mode helps me save battery,” he murmured.
“Good, because from now on, you’ll be sleeping anywhere from 7-9 hours at night every night."
"I do what my love asks,” he replied with a golden smile. “Where will I be sleeping?"
You don’t have any other beds in the apartment, and the couch in the den is not only small, but it’s cold at night in the den, and you don’t own many blankets…
You sighed. "You’ll just have to sleep in here with me, I guess. Just until we find you a new bed!"
Jun cheered. "I’m so happy, I get to sleep with my love Y/N in her bed!” The happiness was truly an innocent type, the bot’s naivety coming out to play again. Emotional sensors rising..
“I don’t know what I’m going to about Nayoung’s car, though..” You checked your phone, and you had a few stray calls and messages from both her and Wonwoo. Jun rose from the bed. “I will be back, my love,” he chimed, and left the room.
You heard the front door open and close, and gasped, watching him through the window as he walked towards Nayoung’s car. He walked with a normal gait, making him look even more normal. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much of what was going on except for Jun crouched against the car door. It took him only thirty seconds to close the door and walk back towards the apartment.
The front door opened and closed again, the lock clicking.
“I fixed it, my love!"
Eyebrows furrowed, you ran out to the hallway, where Jun stood, a smile on his face. "It is all fixed, so please tell Nayoung that she has no reason to worry."
You gaped. "What kind of weird robot tools did you use to fix that?” Jun cocked his head to the side. “Weird to you, possibly, but not to me. How is your sickness doing, my love?"
You sniffled. "It could be better,” you wiped your nose on your jacket, “but I thought we were going to call me by my first name now?"
Jun gasped in horror, bowing and apologizing. "I forgot, please forgive me!"
Coughing, you laughed a little. He’s not real, right? "I guess it’s okay if you call me by that in private.. but not in public! People will give you weird looks if you start yelling 'my love’ everywhere."
Jun rose, and nodded. "Understood.”
While spending a little more time with Jun, you learned that his brain worked as a database; he compiled information as much as he could inside it. He didn’t lack emotions, but he hadn’t discovered most of them yet, nor has he had the chance to understand the ones he has already.
You also learned that he was a master chef, and did most things efficiently and quickly. While he planned on making you a four-course meal with a massage, you went against that, instead asking him for toast and some meds for your cold.
(He had to look up what toast was; “Burnt bread?” “Not burned. There’s a toaster in the kitchen.”)
While he took care of that, you changed out of your work clothes, swapping them for comfy pjs.
Thankfully, Jun walked in as soon as you were done changing. “Common courtesy is to knock, Jun.”
You were nearly ready to snuggle into bed, until you realized; Jun was still dressed in the same clothes from two days ago, and he had to sleep in your bed right next to you..
Scurrying to your drawers, you looked for any old clothes or oversized shirts that would hopefully fit the boy-bot. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched.
Finding one of your largest shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were three times your size, you handed them to Jun, who took them tentatively, probably doing research. “Go change, we’ll need to wash those clothes sometime soon.”
You paused, gasping.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
The boy-bot blinked.
“Give me a moment while I do my research on underwear.”
It took fifteen minutes to at least find something that looked like a pair of boxers, and then you sent him to your bathroom. “Change!”
You stood outside the door in case he needed help. A question had suddenly crossed your mind; one you didn’t want to ask.
“Yes, my love?” he called from inside, voice muffled by the door.
“Do you have a..?” you struggled to find the right word.
You looked down at your fingertips, shy. “A r-reproductive organ..?”
The door opened, and in the doorway stood Jun, looking unfazed by your question. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”
Jun looked more decent now, wearing one of your brother’s old college shirts, and a pair of sweatpants which were loose enough on him, thanks to his lanky exterior.
“H-how is that even possible? You’re a robot, are you supposed to have those kinds of organs?”
“Well, I was doing my research, and I believe I identify better with the term ‘android’. Mostly because I looked up ‘human robots’ and got negative responses, with bots that looked nothing like me. Androids seemed to be better received. And I do have human skin, and am supposed to operate like a human, so it’s only important that I have the organ as well. I can’t reproduce, my love, but I will do my best to satisfy you in case that day ever comes,” Jun rambled, grabbing both your hands.
He was kind of right, android sounded cooler than robot. When you thought of robot, you thought of something metalloid with hinges and sensors that beeped every second.
The ‘pleasing’ part caused you to whimper a little, only because of how vulgar it sounded.
“Trust me Jun,” you stared at him, “humans take a long time in relationships before they ever get to.. that stage.”
Having eaten your toast and taken your medicine, you only inspected that the back and front doors were locked, and that Nayoung’s car was also locked and still in your driveway. You considered texting Wonwoo to make sure that Nayoung was alright, but he was most likely already asleep himself, and you could see his car in the driveway all the way from the apartment’s front window.
Jun lied on your bed, still making interested noises with the familiar teen girl magazine that you’d bought for him in his hands.
Looking up, he grinned, watching you stand in the doorway. “Is it time for sleep now, my love?”
“Pretty much. How do you go into sleep mode?” you asked.
“Almost like a normal human would. I close my eyes for 30 seconds, and I am asleep.”
You turned the light in the room off, feeling the need of sleep for once. “If you’re going to be staying here, we’re going to have to buy you more clothes,” you yawned mid-sentence, feeling sleep want to take you over as you slipped under the covers of the bed.
“That seems like a nice idea,” Jun muttered quietly, turning towards you. “You look tired. Sleep, my love. I won’t sleep until you will.”
“Goodnight Jun,” you murmured, resting into the comfy mattress of your bed. Turning off the lights didn’t do much for the android himself, as he had night vision to rely on, but feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the room, and hearing the light patter of rain against the window once more, Jun was certain he had learned a new emotion—calmness.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, and felt his internal sensors shutting down, entering the human-like sleep mode. Breathing enabled.. database shut down, bodily functions paused.
In your dreams that night, you dreamed of a particular boy-bot, one with a shining smile, and a mind that was both innocently naive but also incredibly smart.
The following morning, you were the one to wake up first, and you almost forgot that Jun was 75% metal. His mouth was slightly parted open, and you could hear distinct breathing, along with his chest rising up and down.
You hesitantly reached a hand out to touch his hair, which was surprisingly soft. It was a chestnut color, combed in a floppy way, however now it was all over the pillows as the boy peacefully slept.
The attention to detail of this creation still had you questioning why he was tossed aside in a dumpster, as you could make out the gentle callouses on his fingertips, the length of his eyelashes, and his pillowy, soft-looking skin.
You grazed the side of his face with your hand, gasping quietly at how soft and realistic his skin truly felt.
A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you scoffed. It was Saturday morning, so you had no shifts until the afternoon, and even then, those were optional.
Being cautious not to wake the boy-bot up as you stepped out of bed (after all, you weren’t sure what would and what wouldn’t wake him up), you put on a pair of slippers, making your way towards the front door.
Opening it, you sighed. “Hello?”
“Morning to you too,” Wonwoo snorted, taking in your appearance. “It’s eleven and you’re still dressed like that?”
It’s already 11 am? Damn. “And so what if I am? Did you need something?”
“Actually I did, Nayoung crashed the fuck out at my place yester—” “My love?” Another voice called out.
Wonwoo’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at the floor awkwardly. You turned, only to see Jun standing close behind you, bedhead wild, and even worse, shirtless.
“Well.. nice turn of events. Nayoung wants her car back, by the way. She’s at my place right now, but she’s still sleeping, so I thought I’d stop by, but uh, you seem to be busy,” Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
Gaping, you realized how bad this looked. “It’s not what it looks like! He just—”
“Nah, I got it. Uh, pop in when you have the chance, yeah?”
He waved, and it almost seemed like he speed-walked back to his own apartment, shutting the door with a slam.
Closing your own door, you looked at Jun, who stared aimlessly. “Why are you shirtless?”
“When I woke up, I was starting to overheat, so I took it off.”
You sighed. “Jun..” “Was that your coworker?” You nodded. “He lives right next door.”
“It would seem I’ve done something wrong again?” he asked, a somber tone in his voice.
“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly muttered, rushing over to Jun. “It was just bad timing, is all. People think it’s weird when you answer the door late and then have a guy come up behind you without his shirt on.”
“Really? I will make note of that as I make breakfast.”
Jun was surprisingly a good cook, although you wondered if his skills would have been the same provided he was human. You didn’t have many groceries, but he was able to make a decent omelette and pancakes with what you did have.
Needless to say, it was a lot better than eating instant ramen.
“Considering I don’t know where else to take you, you’ll have to stay here at home,” you said between mouthfuls of egg.
Jun looked at you in horror. “At home.. away from you? Is that safe?”
You nodded. “Should be fine, as long as you don’t go anywhere.”
Jun thought about it. “I do not think I feel safe leaving you there alone. However, research I am doing shows low statistics of assault, and forums say that any responsible boyfriend lets their beloved come and go as they please if they truly trust them. I trust you, my love!”
The sheepish smile on his face was adorable.
“I will miss you dearly, my love,” Jun chimed, watching you standing in the doorway. You laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours Jun, and Nayoung will both take and bring me back. If anything happens, you can dial my phone with the number I told you. Remember it?”
He recited the number perfectly. Perks of having an automatic brain.
Once you were gone, Jun looked around him, still unfamiliar with many of the objects in the apartment. “Time to do research,” he mumbled.
For once, you weren’t on register duty for once, and you calmly made conversation with both Nayoung and Wonwoo for most of your shift.
“So Y/N,” Nayoung pressed, leaning over the counter, “how did yesterday go? You never called me back.”
You scoffed. “I returned your car, didn’t I?” Shoving chip bags into aisles, Wonwoo laughed. “Her boytoy spent the night with her.”
That emit a gasp from Nayoung. “Y/N!”
“Shut up,” you hissed at Wonwoo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Turning back to Nayoung, you placed your hands on the counter. “It’s not like that,” you began, “Won’s just mad because he didn’t get to see me all pretty for once.”
The male snorted. “Since when do you call me Won?”
“Since when do you care about my love life?” Scoffing, he shoved a bag into your hands. “I don’t.”
“We’re not done, Y/N,” Nayoung playfully sang. “We are so talking about this later.”
“Later? Like over text?”
She laughed. “No, silly! We’re going out for drinks later.”
“A reminder neither me nor Y/N are legal,” Wonwoo pointed out, raising his eyebrows at a box of condoms.
The oldest sighed. “Fine. We’ll grab a few slushies from here and hang out back at your place,” she replied, looking at you.
“My place? I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Nayoung whined. She gasped. “Don’t tell me… he wasn’t just a one night stand!”
You didn’t see it, but Wonwoo’s head whipped around, and he gripped the box he was holding tighter.
“Aw! Y/N! I’m so happy for you,” she yelled, running over to hug you. “It only took you a month to get a boyfriend!”
You groaned. “He’s not my boyfriend! We didn’t even do anything! Honestly, I’m not even sure what we are.. but that doesn’t matter! Neither of you are allowed over until I say so!”
Nayoung pouted. “Bullshit. But fine, have it your way. At least tell us what his name is!”
“Wen Junhui,” you replied, sweeping up dust off the floor.
“That doesn’t sound Korean.”
“Isn’t Wen the name of that rich owner of some Chinese company?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly now more interested in the conversation then in honey butter chips.
“Ooh, I think so! Do you think he’s rich? Oooooh, Y/N, you scored yourself a good one!”
“Thanks,” you replied flatly.
After your shifts, the three of you each got a slushie. Since yesterday, your cold seemed to have worn off, and the weather was pleasant enough, far nicer than it had been days ago.
Wonwoo was the one who drove you back home, since Nayoung couldn’t actually come over after all (”I have family issues!”), and you lived right next door, it wasn’t much of a problem. The three of you all seemed to be growing closer with each other at a rapid rate.
“So he isn’t your boyfriend, then?” Wonwoo asked, eyes seemingly focus on the road. “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”
“You sound like you’re lying.” “How would you know that?”
Wonwoo chuckled. “Wow, always so feisty. You’ll be a challenge for him.”
The car pulled up in the driveway of the apartments, and getting out of the car, you thanked him for the ride. “See you later!”
“Yeah, I will be,” he waved passively, disappearing inside his apartment.
“What kind of a response is that?” you asked. Shaking your head, you opened the door to your own apartment, which still appeared in pristine condition, the boy nowhere to be found. Locking the door behind you, you removed your jacket, setting your slushie down on the table.
“Jun, I’m home,” you shouted into the hallway. “In here, my love!”
You pushed the door to the den open, and the sight that greeted you couldn’t have been any more adorable.
Jun was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, watching a drama on your laptop.
“You left your laptop open, so I figured I would take a look. I’ve already mastered its usage!” He looked proud of himself.
“That’s good,” you replied, ruffling his hair. Still soft. “At first, I was only watching these to help me memorize human behavior, but I think they’re also helping me with speech patterns as well,” he noted, pausing the drama on the screen.
“It sure sounds like it, you sound a lot more understandable,” you noticed. “You learn this much in only one afternoon?”
He nodded. “I promised you I would be the ideal lover, and that is what I plan on doing!”
Jun’s cheesiness was as usual as ever, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t working on you.
“I brought you something new to try, if you’re interested.” “Always!”
He followed you out into the hallway, eyes widening at the drink on the table. “That is a very dark shade of blue.”
You put the straw up to his lips. “Try it!”
He tentatively closed his mouth over the straw, and you watched as he calmly sucked some of it up, pulling away from it afterwards. “Artificial flavors, high fructose corn syrup, water, and raspberry flavoring.”
“You can tell all of that just from tasting it?”
“No, I looked up the ingredient list in my head while drinking it.”
Giggling, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a nerd.”
Jun gasped, and you stopped. “What?”
“She did that in the drama too!”
Sighing in relief, you glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove. It wasn’t too late, but considering tomorrow was your day off, you didn’t feel too much of a need to sleep.
“Time for sleep already?” Jun asked, taking another sip.
“Not if you don’t want to, but we should probably try looking for some other clothes for you..” you drawled, noticing he was still wearing the same pajamas from last night.
Rummaging through your drawers and through other boxes you hadn’t unpacked yet, you discovered an old black and yellow striped sweater. It looked hideous on you, but when Jun pulled it on himself, it looked decent, great even. That would become one of his usual outfit tops until he went shopping for other clothes (or until you took him), along with the dark jeans he’d shown up in.
He still lacked underwear though, and you stammered, unsure what to do about that.
“Should I flip it inside out?” “That’s disgusting, no.”
For now, shorts replaced boxers, and another pair of your old pajama pants went on top.
“This will have to do for tonight.”
Throwing his other clothes in the dirty laundry pile, you stared at Jun. You hated to say it, but it was only the second day and you were already growing fond of him, unsure if you wanted to let him live anywhere else.
He noticed, and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
You blinked, looking away quickly. “No reason.” He laughed again, a cheerful, human-sounding laugh. “Bed now?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Bed.”
“Taking references from a few of the dramas I watched,” Jun muttered, “I saw some typical character tropes and I was wondering if you could tell me which one of their personalities suits me best.”
You nodded in understanding. “Go for it.”
“Well, there was the smooth, suave and mature type. He seemed to always have everything under control.”
You shook your head. Doesn’t really fit Jun.
“Well, then there was the overtly sweet and caring type. He let himself get stepped on all throughout the drama.”
You shook your head again. Still doesn’t fit him, except for the overly caring part.
He blinked. “Then there was the charming and playful type. The drama called it the ‘Boy Next Door’ type.”
You nodded your head in favor of that one. “Personally, I think that one would suit you best, but it’s really up to you which personality you want to adjust to. This is still a little weird to me, but I want you to have a little bit of your own mental freedom as well, Jun.”
He beamed, and you knew he understood what you meant. “That’s quite kind of you. I thank you for that, my love.”
Idle talk in the dark carried on for another twenty minutes until the two of you muttered your mutual ‘goodnight’s, lulling yourselves to sleep, Jun even feeling a bit more human by the end of it.
From what the both of you knew at this point, the world was at peace.
hoLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER WAS LONG AND IM TIRED
so originally i had this cut after the part where they go to sleep the first night but that made the chapter way too short and i was NOT posting a filler chapter no thank u
unfortunately the continuation of it led to this lengthy nonsense which i hope was enjoyable
hopefully i’m not panning out jun’s character development too quickly—i’m not trying to have this story pan out over 2 years, and he is a robot so i’m trying to have his character develop as quickly as i can
anyway mostly slice of life stuff in this chapter but more action is def coming up soon i promisseeee
(also updates wont be this close in between each other so enjoy it while it lasts)