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YJ-0128-2014, otherwise known as Yoo Youngjae. Currently in the research institute, Point Zero Creation and assistant to Jung Daehyun

[pointznana-deactivated20141011]

I believe she would. (/she laughed quietly, hand coming up to play with her hair nervously) There is a library, but I’m…not quite sure where it is. I haven’t explored too much yet.

[pointzyoungjae]

A library... {'his mouth pulls up into a bright smile at the thought of books and having access to them, reading them and attaining new knowledge of things} I wasn't aware there was one, I haven't explored either. I should probably draw out a map once I've been everywhere... {'he blinks and tilts his head slightly} Do you have a favourite book?

[pointznana-deactivated20141011]

I haven’t been here long, I moved in a few days after the opening. (/she bit her lip from smiling too much at his inquiries, recognizing a curious mind) My interests… well, I enjoy reading, so perhaps something with the library. That hadn’t been what my creator had intended, I’m sure, but I doubt she would mind. (/shrugs to herself, posture relaxing)/p>

[pointzyoungjae]

Ah, I'm new here too, I guess we are in the same situation then {'processing the information he was given, Youngjae nodded along} There's a library? {'his eyes brightened at the mention, books being filled with endless amounts of knowledge and data that was useful and fun} I hope that she doesn't, I mean if you choose that job,it sounds fun and your creator should support you {'he ponders the thought of who her creator is and hopes that the other andriod does indeed get what she want}

[pointzyoungjae]

"It's quite the relief to be able to access everyone's name around here, I say. Makes it easier for introductions. Well, at least on my side." She let out a hearty chuckle, "Youngjae, n'est-ce pas? Welcome around, darl'. I'm Renata. It's a pleasure to have you in Point Zero."

He doesn't know who she is but he can deduce that the woman in front of him has some sort of position within the building due to her approach and confidence. "Yes, je suis Youngjae" It's easy to switch between the languages and then he's nodding once before bowing his head in a polite greeting. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you."

[pointznana-deactivated20141011]

(/the name of the scientist made her eye twitch slightly in annoyance, but otherwise she gave no indication toward her knowledge of the man. Oh, she wept for the poor android) Yes, my creator works here – it’s how I was introduced to Point Zero. (/no other information was said, still unsure how much she should give away) I’ve heard being an assistant can be tough.

[pointzyoungjae]

How long have you been here, since the institution was built? {'he hoped he wasn't asking too many questions, he tended to do that a lot} I don't find it very difficult, it can actually be enjoyable, but I like that sort of thing I guess. {'chuckles} If you do end up helping out, what would you want to do? I'm not sure what your creator intended for you, but do you have interests?

[pointznana-deactivated20141011]

Youngjae. (/commits the name and face to memory, having the feeling she would see him often) No, I only reside here at the moment. Perhaps once the company has been established and they’re short on employees, but for now… (/smiles hesitantly, mimicking his motions) Do you work here?

[pointzyoungjae]

{'nods at the other andriod's reply, slightly confused as to the workings of the Institute and the people within it} I do, I'm an assistant under my guardian, Jung Daehyun; do you have a creator here? {'he takes in the other's smile and his own brightens}

[pointzyoungjae]

Comin' Home || Daehyun && Youngjae

[saudaaji]

     of course I do; I have worked since you turned me on.

          why are you so surprised? you intended me to be awake right? when should we start playing?

daehyun felt sick to his stomach as he stared at his own creation. no, not because of displeasure or detest towards the android. the surprise of seeing youngjae after discarding him with the thought of not having him up and running or even working properly was too huge to bear. he could only swallow that awful feeling of remorse that lingered in his gut and take slow, deep breaths. how could youngjae act as if nothing had happened—

then it struck him, realization hitting him hard. youngjae was unaware of what daehyun’s horrible stunt, even apologizing for being gone when it was daehyun who played the role of the culprit in their very own story. he felt a headache forming in the back of his head—stressed. he felt stressed. reality did not seem real anymore, and even blinking multiple times did not help daehyun awake from the bad dream he thought he was stuck in.

the scientist lips parted, wanting to respond, to say something, anything. but he ended up standing there like a mute human in a state of sheer shock. wordlessly, he wrapped his fingers around the adroid’s wrist and pulled him into the warmth of his apartment, his eyes trailing over youngjae’s form to examine every inch of him intently as he kicked the door shut. dirt adorned his body, a few wires visibly poking out of the scratched and fake human-skin, but those could be fixed easily.  

"you are so perfect…" was all he could mutter once his eyes locked with youngjae’s wonderful brown orbs. just like he had designed them. though what happened next was certainly unexpected—with daehyun suddenly feeling faint, overbearing emotions and sudden drop of blood pressure getting the better of him. and daehyun blacked out; his limp body fainting, not too gracefully, right into the robot’s arms.

[pointzyoungjae]

maybe if he continued to hide his doubts, his creator would keep him. the android just wanted a home, he wanted to be with the one who created him and brought him to life; the outside was limitless and he he was confused out there, so many people inhabited the outside and he didn't know where to start. he wanted to be in a place where he had a job and a purpose, somewhere with his creator. 

the android remained confused as daehyun stood in the same position but for a moment before bringing him inside. it was an odd sensation, feeling human skin against his synthetic after so long, the heat registered through the sensory patches beneath his skin. staring at the hand around his wrist, he allowed himself to be pulled along into the apartment, the temperature and scent difference registering in his system and he smiled at the new scenery.

he couldn't help but look around, taking in the apartment with it's furniture and walls and - oh a ceiling! the android wanted to explore but he sort of knew that it wasn't the right time to do so. he looked up and met gazes with the other.

if I'm so perfect then why did you dispose of me? the sentence was halfway past his lips but at the last moment held back. it was lucky he did because not a moment later he had a handful of daehyun within his arms. he knew the other was lucky that youngjae had quick reflexes and strength great enough to support more than just a human body. the android was unaccustomed to other people and hope the grip he had on the other was not strong enough to bruise, he didn't quite know his own relative strength yet.

blinking at the body in his arms, he shifted him so that he could bring him to the piece of furniture closest to them, the couch-- his mind readily supplied. he laid the male on the padded material and pursed his lips, blinking again; what did he do now? his program suggested a glass of h2o, water, preferably cold. he moved to the kitchen and retrieved a glass after opening many cupboards and drawers, filling it with water. he set it on the table next to the steadily breathing male, he was still alive, sleeping? moving a hand to the other's face he patted his cheek lightly, "creator? ...daehyun?" he was unsure what to call the male but hoped his voice alone would be sufficient enough means to wake him up.

[pointzyoungjae]

friendly reminder, i don’t mind starting interactions with pre-established relationships. we don’t always have to start at the first meeting. 

[pointzyoungjae]

Comin' Home || Daehyun && Youngjae

[saudaaji]

daehyun was always, or most of the time, truthful. he didn’t particularly lie the times he wasn’t, but in desperate times it was hard to move forward if one didn’t stay clear from what was the truth. he knew he had probably committed a huge sin, feeling regret and remose from the day he had discarded his own built robot in the nearest trash can. after twelve years of work, shed sweat and restless nights, daehyun had given up on trying to complete his android’s program. it just didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to and it exhausted his genius mind more than it should have. thus, daehyun kept convincing himself, ever since then, that it was okay. it was okay that he gave up and dumped the lifeless robot in the trash.

the moment he forced himself to rise from the comfort of his sheets and let his boxers-clad body face the slightly cooler apartment air, he felt his stomach twist and an odd, uncomfortable feeling bubbling up his chest. he liked to believe it was just once of those mornings, where you felt sick for no apparent reason. working would help him get rid of it, anyway. a little voice in the back of his head, however, did not let his mind rest. constantly reminding him of what he had done and that maybe he had made a mistake. jung daehyun did not make mistakes, ever.  

he managed to dress himself in a plain white shirt when the sound of knocking had him avert his gaze from the clock—8.05am—to the metallic surface of the front door. thick brows lowered in thought, wondering who would bother to visit him at such an early hour. padding over to the door, he rose a hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes and sloppily fix his messy bed hair, lazily unlocking the door with his free hand. he swung it open slowly, ready to scold whoever thought it was clever enough to disturb someone’s peaceful morning—

—when familiar bright brown eyes greeted his sight and he could feel his breath lock in his throat. the face in front of him was small and cute, holding in place an adorable little button nose and a pair of pink, heart-shaped lips that had daehyun’s heart beating a little bit faster in his chest. his cheeks were full and looked softer than silk — “youngjae.” the name rolled off his tongue tentatively. shock was painted all over the scientist’s features and he was unable to tear his eyes away from the other’s own, because, holy shit, his very own discarded android suddenly stood in front of him in all its glory. impossible. 

"…y-you work?" 

[pointzyoungjae]

there was a mess of emotions swirling within him; anxiety, nervousness, excitement, longing, happiness. he had finally found, what he assumed to be, his creator. the recognition that lighted up in the man's eyes showed youngjae that he indeed had the right house, that he was right to follow the internal compass.

he immediately took in the male in front of him, he oozed familiarity even thought the android had never seen him. his eyes widened and his lips pulled into an apprehensive smile. he had spent too long travelling, looking for his creator and now he was here but then he realized something; obviously there was a reason he was thrown out, either Daehyun hated him, he was unfit and broken, or he had another android to help him. he couldn't regret his trek, but what if the male turned him away again.

his name was uttered causing him to blink and nod as a response. eyebrows furrowed, the human emotion confusion sparking within him at the short question. "... of course I do; I have worked since you turned me on." the male standing behind the door had facial features laced with shock. "why are you so surprised? you intended me to be awake right? when should we start playing?"

there was a silence that made youngjae uncomfortable and he had an urge to continue talking to fill it, "... are you unhappy that I did not return sooner? we can play now if you want-- please don't be angry with me because I took so long." he wasn't sure where the rambling was coming from, was he supposed to talk this much? "are you okay?"

[mixbelle-deactivated20140925]

[/the tiny tyrant was sleeping? Now that was an image Jieun found kind of hard to picture. She didn’t say anything however, instead merely raising a brow that remained hidden behind her fringe. After all, Youngjae couldn’t just change his creator, just like children couldn’t change their parents. Once realizing that the android had gotten lost, Jieun couldn’t help but smile a little amused. It was truly hard to believe a stoic person like Daehyun had created such a somewhat endearing robot.] We’re still on the floor of the scientists but this is the other wing. 

[pointzyoungjae]

{'he cocked his head to the side as the woman looked in thought} Ah, {'he blinked as he processed a small map in his head, left was Daehyun's lab and to the right, where he had turned, was another wing of scientists but the map was still very incomplete} How many floors are there? I assume that there are more than just this one. I wonder how big this place really is. {'his head perked up at the thought of how many rooms there were that he could explore}

[pointzyoungjae]

Name: Youngjae Yoo (YJ-0128-2014) Up and running since: January 28, 2014 Type of android: Assistant Requested Guardian: Daehyun Jung

[pointzyoungjae]

pointznana replied to your post “Welcome to Point Zero. (/bows her head politely)”

(/takes in his appearance, not noticing beforehand that he was a robot as well) Yes, I am. My name is Nana.

{'tilts his head slightly at the female} Ah, I am Youngjae. Do you work here or-? {'he wasn't sure how things worked around here for androids}

[mixbelle-deactivated20140925]

[/Not wanting to seem superior or intimidating, she tries to relax her shoulders and remain in a casual stand. It helps that she’s decided to wear chucks today, her clothing rather simple and casual beneath her laboratory coat. Long curls fall down her shoulders and she reaches up to adjust them down the sides of her face.] oh! I see, I see. Where you just on your way to him? I didn’t want to hold you up. [/Now while she wasn’t all too fond of the fellow scientist in the facilities, his creation seemed by far lengths nicer.]

[pointzyoungjae]

{'He hadn't met other people since arriving at the Institute, mostly staying in the lab of Daehyun's. The woman in front of him seemed okay, no threat of danger, and she worked here; she was okay to talk to.} No, I'm just coming from his lab, he's sleeping at the moment. {'Looking right, then left, he blinks at Jieun} Where are we in the building? {'He should've taken in the details of the building while first arriving with his creator but everything was new and exciting and he forgot to}

[zigalaxy]

Young Jae | via Tumblr en We Heart It.

[pointzyoungjae]

Welcome to Point Zero. (/bows her head politely)

{'returns the politeness and bows his head} Thank you, are you an... android as well?

[pointzyoungjae]

[/Her eyes observe the android walking through the halls while looking rather lost and Jieun tries to put a name to the face but it takes her a few moments to register that it's one of the scientists' assistants- Yoo Youngjae. Deciding to introduce herself and perhaps offer him a tour around the facility, she waves at him in a friendly manner, hoping to catch his attention.] Good day to you! I'm Jieun Bellatrix Song. Head scientist here in Point zero.

{/he knows he should probably stay in Daehyun's lab but he can't help his curiosity getting the better of him. There are halls, and although Youngjae is smart, he doesn't know which turn he should take, or if he should just go back inside. He ends up taking a right turn and before he knows it, he's lost, until he makes eye contact with a woman close to him.} Yoo Youngjae, I work under Jung Daehyun, and assistant. {'her name registers in his head and he knows he's heard it before but he nods his head politely with a small smile. 

[pointzyoungjae]

Comin' Home || Daehyun && Youngjae

He had awoken atop metal and soft clumps that caused his nose to wrinkle in displeasure, the smell was not at all pleasant and he wanted to get away from it. The pile of stuff he was sitting on shook and he looked around him, confused. The last he remembered was awakening to a male's voice, laced with distaste. He wasn't able to move, speak or even open his eyes at that point, not having enough energy stored for it. The robot had just stood where he was, allowed whoever had created him to push him along and then he was falling; metal and hard walls surrounded him for a period of time he could not distinguish until he was moving again into a larger metal container, this one moving afterwards. Eventually, the power he had stored dwindled until he could no longer support his conciousness, succumbing to sleep for recharging.

He was finally dumped out of the metallic container, out into the air and sun. It was days before he had gathered enough energy to stand and figure out how to walk, of course he had been programmed to have motor skills but he was new and just testing out these skills and the lack of power did not help either. As soon as he had started walking he felt a tugging sensation in his gut; it pulled him west, there was no room to ignore the sensation and so he started the trek west.

He assumed that's where his creator was, it was leading him to them, the male voice he had first woken up to. The robot wondered why he was shipped off like this, if he had some sort of malfunction and was discarded because of it. He felt a longing separate from the pulling that made him want to see his creator. What did he look like, was he young, did he hate his creation; the questions steadily ran through his synthetic brain.

Months had passed, 3, if his calculations were correct-- and they were. The internal compass within him had pulled him through city after city with little to no stops along the way. The determination to find his creator pushed him to continue walking and soon enough he knew that he was close. He stood in front of a house, it didn't look familiar but it felt like it, he could tell. His brain told him to knock and he raised his hand, clenched in a fist, to knock on the door. 

Am I finally home?