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[craby-bouquet]

Trivia | RM pt5

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Kim Namjoon x Reader

Sci-Fi, Dystopia, Romance, Drama

2k words

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After closing time. That was the best time to get to the back of the residence and get in without being seen. Jimin had done it before, had told Namjoon he loved going back there because the wild ones were so much nicer than the humans Jimin knew. Judging from his father, Namjoon believed him. 

They had dinner in the zoo's restaurant and, as the zoo closed, stayed behind. Since Jimin was the son of the owner and stayed behind all the time, that didn't raise eyebrows. After a short while, as the lights went off and everyone who wasn't security left the building, Namjoon and Jimin started making their way to the wild ones residence. 

“I… I'm really not supposed to do this you know? If my father finds out he'll be furious…” Jimin had started to get nervous a little while back, clearly hesitant on whether this was a good idea or not. Jimin didn't look around as he said that, kept walking in a pretty fast pace, his head facing down. 

“If you don't tell him, I won't either.” Namjoon had his own reasons for not wanting Jimin to tell his father Namjoon had asked him to show him the wild ones, considering he had threatened to step to Namjoon's father if Namjoon would even do as much as breathe into the direction of the wild ones. And if Namjoon’s father would find out about what he was doing he would kill his son, or worse. Namjoon shivered only by the thought of it. 

“But still, this is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Why would you, out of all people, want to go here? It's simply insane I… What if the guards see us?” Jimin gasped at the last bit “What would we tell them? Isn't it kind of really weird that the son of the owner of the zoo and the son of the ruler on Estellia are trying to get into the wild one holding? How could we ever explain that?”

Namjoon frowned, not too sure what to say “... We could just tell them you're giving me a V.I.P. tour through the zoo. And even if they wouldn't believe that, it's our word against theirs.” he took Jimin by his upper arm and made him stop and turn around. Jimin's blue, glowing eyes looked scared and confused. Namjoon wasn't too sure why Jimin would feel this way it's not like Namjoon was going to do something bad or illegal. …Yet. 

“Look, Jimin. If you don't want to show me it's fine…”

“No, no! I want to show you, I really do… I'm just, you see, you are the only friend I've ever had besides…” Jimin looked down at his hands. 

Besides the wild one girl, Namjoon knew, but he wouldn't say that. Jimin didn't know Namjoon knew about that and, unless he would tell Namjoon about that himself, Jimin didn't have to know that he knew exactly what he meant. 

Namjoon was honored that Jimin thought of him as a friend, surprised, but honored. He felt kind of bad for basically taking advantage of that fact. 

“Anyway,” Jimin shook his head and looked at Namjoon again, eyes determined “I want to show you.” he turned and walked again, only stopping as he stood in front of the wild ones residence. It was empty, no wild one to be seen, and dark. The only thing lighting the room being the green arrow that pointed the way you had to go in case of emergency. The light gave Jimin's bright pink hair a green glow, causing a fun contrast. It had something magical, he looked like a fairy. 

Jimin walked to the white wall beside the glass of the holding, and pressed against it. Namjoon heard a soft click, it echoed because of how silent the zoo was after hours, bouncing off the walls. He wondered if anyone else had heard it, wouldn't be surprised if anyone had. A door opened at the place where Jimin had pushed, as white as the walls, with round edges. 

Jimin turned his face to Namjoon again, the grin on his face reminded Namjoon of that of a toddler that stole a candy from their mom's bag. Except that this was a lot more illegal. 

They both stepped through the door, which lead to a small hallway. Namjoon followed Jimin through the dark hall that ended in an old, iron door. One that would have fit perfectly in a jail back in era 1. Jimin took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door with a loud click, before slowly pushing the squeaky door open. 

Namjoon looked around the room they were standing in. There was a big landing platform for airships and two big doors in the wall that could open so the airships could come through. To the side, practically against the wall, were cabinets. Filled with bags of food, first aid kits and other stuff needed to look after the wild ones. Namjoon's mouth hung slightly open as his wide eyes scanned the room, he never expected a room like this to be behind the residence. 

Jimin noticed his amazement and smiled “Wild ones require a lot. Not every zoo can afford to have them because they are so much work and take so much space, it's very tricky to get qualified; they're a lot more work than any other creature in the zoo, and they have a lot more needs. The other residences don't have a room like this.” 

Namjoon nodded to show he understood “Where are the wild ones?” It's cool they had all this for them, but this is not what Namjoon came for. 

Jimin turned on his heel and walked to another door, this one clearly fabricated in this era. Way better secured and almost impossible to hack “Here,” Jimin pressed on the wall, a small door, that you couldn't see before he opened it because it seemed part of the wall, opened, revealing a small panel made of light. Namjoon knew it was rude of him, but he watched as Jimin typed in the password, only looking away when Jimin turned his head back to him. 

The next room wasn't very big, very long, but definitely not big. One wall was completely made of glass, that looked right into the wild ones residence. It was dark, the only light that shone was a little red dot coming from a door in the glass. Jimin clicked on a button, it made no sound at all, not even in the complete silence the room bathed in, but a soft, blue light turned on before the glass wall. Namjoon almost couldn't believe what appeared behind it. 

About thirty, possibly more, wild ones layed there, stacked up together, sleeping peacefully. They were laying on the cold, hard ground. Some sharing blankets, some completely without one. Not that those blankets could give much warmth, they were small and thin, almost as if they were made out of paper. Namjoon would never admit it out loud, but his eyes almost immediately scanned the room for you. He hated how every single one of them was treated like this, weren't even given proper blankets, and yet the first thing he could worry about was you. 

He found you at the very edge of the packed together group. You were laying beside the male with the boxy smile, you shared a blanket with him. Well, he had taken about two thirds of the blanket for himself. Your legs were entangled with each other's, and your faces were merely inches away from one another's. And Namjoon was… jealous? He shook his head to get that off his mind. You were an animal, not something to get jealous of. For some reason that excuse couldn't fool him any longer though, he simply didn't believe it anymore. 

His eyes locked themselves on you again, every feature on your face, every curve of your body, in his eyes you were perfect. Something inside of his chest burned. 

He had to get you out of here. 

“I know… it sound kind of weird but, for some reason, I really like coming here.” Jimin's voice was merely a whisper, as if he was hesitant to admit it. Namjoon turned his head to him, he was looking at the wild ones, wonder in his eyes. 

“It's just… they have nothing, not even a good blanket or proper clothes, yet they still manage to be so happy. Even sleeping, their faces look content with everything. They're so happy with even the littlest of things… I don't know, it's just that, whenever I come here I realise how lucky I am to grow up as privileged as I did. It reminds me that, even if I have a hard time sometimes, I should be happy with every good thing I have.” he suddenly seemed to snap out of some kind of trans, his eyes switched to Namjoon and his sad face smiled awkwardly “Sorry. I didn't mean to monologue.”

Namjoon smiled at him “That's alright.”

The phone rang in Namjoon's ear three times before someone picked up “Kim Seokjin.” The person on the other side of the line answered “How can I help you?”

Kim Seokjin was a name Namjoon recognized from something, probably that time he went to earth “Hello Seokjin, this is Kim Namjoon of the Estellia constellation.”

The man on the other side of the line gasped slightly “To what do I owe the honor of your call mister Kim?”

“I was wondering if I could speak to YG?”

The other side stayed silent for a while, which did not surprise Namjoon. Either Seokjin was looking through YG's agenda to see if he had some free time to talk to Namjoon, or he was kind of shocked that Namjoon would ask such a ridiculous question and needed some time to think of a proper response. 

After the adventure he had with Jimin in the zoo he promised himself he would get you out of there. He now knew how he could get into the residence, but he also knew damn well he couldn't just walk in there and leave with you without raising at least a few eyebrows. So he figured it was time to do what he had been considering to do from the very start. 

Namjoon knew it was… unlikely that he would ever get to speak with YG, the leader of humans and the most powerful man in the universe, but he had to try it. And well, he was of high ranks and had met him once before, with his father of course, but it was something. He figured it was worth the try. Maybe he would listen to Namjoon. 

“May I ask why you would want to speak with him?” Seokjin asked “You see, I can't just let anyone speak with him, you need to have a good enough reason.”

That was fair enough, Namjoon thought, he could see why someone like YG couldn't talk to everyone that had to discuss something. 

“It's about the wild ones.” Was he supposed to say what it was? ‘Wild ones’ could mean literally anything. Did he have to specify that it was about freeing them? How would he ever just casually tell him that? 

“What about the wild ones?” Seokjin sounded hesitant. 

Namjoon took a deep breath “Well… I've noticed they look an awful lot like humans and thought that maybe YG made a mistake when he said the wild ones are not at all like humans.” This was exactly how he shouldn't have addressed this, ah well, no turning back now “I thought that maybe, if we'd give them the same opportunities as humans get, they could live like humans. Maybe they are… human?” 

The other side of the phone stayed silent for so long that Namjoon thought Seokjin had hung up. That is, until he heard a hesitant “Eh…”. 

Namjoon knew he screwed up. He would never get to speak with YG, and he would have to try doing the impossible to get you out. 

“Look.” Seokjin's voice said softly after a while, as if no one was supposed to hear what he was about to say “YG will never listen to this, nor take it even slightly serious, so trying will be pointless. Just… leave it as it is, that will make things a lot easier for you.”

What was that supposed to mean? Leave things as it is? He couldn't possibly ignore what he had seen “No, please listen. The wild ones aren't any different from us and I think-”

“I know,” Seokjin interrupted “and we're working on it. Just don't do anything stupid and leave it as it is.”

Namjoon wanted to go in against him, wanted to tell him, explain to him what he had seen and what he knew to be the truth. But Seokjin sighed “Thank you for your call, mister Kim. My apologies but YG's schedule is full so I'm afraid you can't see him. Have a nice day.” and then he hung up. Namjoon looked at the phone in disbelieve, before putting it down again.

Fine, if no one would listen to him it was time to plan a break out. 

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[wavesmp3]

malfunction

scifi fic from this drabble promt by @lxveille

1. In bed, with the morning news reporting that the microchips people have been getting implanted for years now have started malfunctioning and are causing people to behave strangely

warnings: blood, death, gore, cursing

wc. 3.3k 

fem!reader x wonwoo 

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"frosties or sugar puffs?" you complain that you’ve never liked sugar puffs. he hands you frosties and a bowl mentioning something about how sugar puffs are the key to survival. you scoff grabbing the milk on your way to the table. "turn on the tv too."

you do.

BREAKING NEWS: AMERICAN SPIES HAVE LEAKED INTEL ON THE ABNORMAL ACTIVITY OF RUSSIANS

you turn up the volume. your dad turns around.

ACCORDING TO THE LEAKED DOCUMENTS, THERE HAVE BEEN INSTANCES OF ABNORMAL BEHAVIOR AND ACTIVITY FROM MOST RUSSIANS IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS. THE CAUSE OF THIS BEHAVIOR IS STILL UNKNOWN. WE ARE ALSO SEEING POCKETS OF THIS ODD BEHAVIOR IN DUBAI, CAPE TOWN, AND LIMA. PLEASE STAY SAFE.

the broadcast ends with goosebumps. you laugh it off. "sounds fake." your dad hums in response.

he finishes packing your lunch taking a second longer than usual to write and slide in the note he always writes you. you take the pack from him and give him a kiss on the cheek on your way out. he tells you to be safe and don't miss the bus.

you end up missing the bus anyways and walking to school instead.

you enjoyed school. unlike the other students your age. everyone enjoyed school as kids but somewhere between year 6 and 8, they all began to despise it. but not you. even in year 11 you still liked school.

maybe you would like school less if you went to public school.

you're glad your dad sent you to private school from a young age. it taught you manners, class, and a range of specific subjects that wouldn't be taught in public school. you've come to realize that private school has also taught you entitlement and superiority. you can't see why that's a bad thing though. you assume that's the entitlement talking. you know one scholarship student and she'll tell you all about the horrors of public school. sometimes you think that the stories are so appalling that she must be making them up. she swears she isn't.

the nejad academy preaches that each and every one of their naturally admitted students are special. you're told that everyday by the mural painted above the grand staircase in the main entrance. you don't understand why that is. but at some point hearing that constantly and seeing it everyday, you begin to believe it. and it's unspoken of course that the very few, very select scholarship students that are admitted to the nejad academy are not included in the specialty that you all share. and it's understood among all your naturally admitted classmates that jenny, the scholarship student in your class, is not the same as you. and that while jenny may be a friend, she will never be a part of your world. you have never been able to tell why that is. but she sticks out, like a sore thumb, like she wants to be disliked. but in actuality jenny is quite nice. you've never understood why. you've never thought to ask. you would only be answered with something about entitlement and superiority anyway.

"hey!" a girl in the academy's uniform says bumping her shoulder up against yours.

"hey krystal."

krystal fujioka, a japanese exchange student in your class. not a scholarship student, but you often times find yourself wanting to treat her like one. she could be worse than the scholarship students, utterly unbearable. but she was also probably one of the most elite students in the school. and for that reason exactly, you are more than just polite to her.

"hey did you ever figure out that calculus assignment? i texted you about it."

shit, you completely forgot about the assignment.

"ah no, i actually never got around to it. i completely forgot."

she laughs. "that's okay, i'll just ask someone else." krystal briefly turns to look behind her shoulder. "oh my god, look. jenny is behind us.”

you look behind your shoulder watching jenny walk towards the school in a lame fashion with her head bowed and her feet stumbling on themselves. “ew, sometimes i wonder what is with that girl.”

"oh, tell me about it."

you both walk in silence for the next minute or so keeping jenny in your peripheral view.

and it's when jenny suddenly stops walking towards the academy, do you and krystal start to hear the screams.

"what the fuck," krystal says. you assume she's talking about the screams and perhaps the suddenly audible sirens. it makes you feel odd. accidents happen all the time, yet something about this unsettles you. but krystal wasn't taking notice of that, her eyes were fixed behind her. "what's wrong with jenny?"

and when you finally find jenny's frame all you can say is: "oh my god."

there are more screams down the street, a man. a man running. straight towards you. "holy shit!" you start running and drag krystal with you. but when your legs feel like they might give out he-

"HELP ME. PLEASE KRYSTAL HELP." your body is held down by jenny. she latches onto you and krystal. krystal starts to cry, jenny keeps on screaming, and you watch as the man who was chasing you abruptly turns and runs straight into an old brick building. blood gushes from the wound on his head. you want to rip your eyes away from him and run away from jenny but you can't stop watching his body jerk in what you think are his last moments of life. you aren't sure if the whimpers you hear are from him or you.

"HELPP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME." jenny screams. her nails sink into your skin from where she holds. you push her away from you and krystal and keep running. you aren't sure if you're running in the direction of the academy anymore but your eyes are blurred with tears so you keep on running. running. running.

you allow your eyes to roam back towards where you think jenny is.

and in just a glimpse, you see a limping girl helplessly running towards the academy. she's still screaming, and she begins clawing. at her own eyes.

"girls! come quickly!" yells professor oh from one of the side entrances to the academy. and with whatever bit of energy you have left, you manage to run faster. faster. faster towards the building. krystal keeps up. the second you and krystal safely make it inside the doors of the school. you hear a bang.

jenny's lifeless body lays no more than a couple meters from the building. blood piles beneath her. it doesn't stop. gushing and flowing and staining her uniform. and she lies. still. so fucking still. in a pool of so much blood you're almost sure it couldn't have all belonged to her.

and you hadn't even realized professor oh was holding a gun.

the entire student body sits in the assembly hall. and it's only once you're seated do you notice the few empty seats in the almost full hall. you realize later that all four of those seats belonged to the scholarship students. in the air travels rumors, whispers, murmurs...

"i heard jenny went batshit crazy"

"did you hear about the little year 4 scholarship kid"

"i saw professor murphy throw a knife at this creepy old guy"

headmaster clears his throat into his mic effectively quieting all the students, the professors all stand lined up behind him. he tells you all not to worry and that your safety has been ensured. he tells you the national guard is on their way to bring you to a safer, more permanent space. and with a firm nod and a drone like repetition of the academy's motto the students are dismissed to home room. 

you’re class sits in a hushed silence. you take your seat next to wonwoo a boy in your class who usually has his nose buried in a book. and while wonwoo is usually a pretty quiet, reserved boy, something about him today, something about the way he sits so silently staring out the small window in the back, something about him is different. you can’t help but wonder what he’s seen this morning. 

when professor singh takes his place in the front of the classroom, he says good morning. the class remains silent. until

“professor, what the fuck is going on?”

and then the class erupts. 

“are we going to be sent home?”

“is this the russia thing?”

“what about our families?”

“is the national guard actually coming for us?”

“where’s jenny?”

and with that question, barely said above a whisper by a boy named junhui who sits next to jenny, the class turns silent once again. except that you all remain aware of the sniffles and small cries that comes from krystal. you assume your classmates, like you, are doing their best to ignore them. 

professor singh sighs. “i have no words,” he begins staring at the light brown wood of his podium seeming to search for the right way to break the news to the class, “jenny, won’t be joining us any longer.” and with the way he says it, it becomes apparent to the rest of your classmates that jenny is dead. and once again your class does their best to ignore the way krystal’s cries get louder. you hear a ‘jeez’ come from wonwoo. 

professor singh sighs once more, and turns on the projector flipping the channels to the news. just loud enough to conceal the crying from krystal. 

“excuse me professor singh,” professor oh enters walking towards professor singh’s desk in the front. they share a few rushed whispers and with one prolonged silence and a hesitant nod from professor singh, professor oh straightens and walks straight towards you and your desk not before giving a still crying krystal a quick pat on the shoulder. 

“please, step outside with me for a second,” professor oh says beckoning towards you, you nod, “and bring your stuff.” you hesitate but listen grabbing your backpack and lunch pack. you’ve known professor oh long before you began attending the nejad academy. for your father and professor oh got along very well having went to the same finishing school and having worked in the same office before both moving on to different professions. in fact, according to your father, professor oh was with him when he brought you home from the adoption agency. professor oh had even bought you your favorite stuffy as a child. although, you hadn’t assumed professor oh called you outside for any of those reasons, you assumed calling you out had everything to do with jenny. and in a way you guess it did.

“are you alright?” he starts with. you nod, adjusting the strap to your backpack. “listen, i need to know if your father gave you anything or said anything particularly odd to you this morning.” you think back to this morning and your frosties vs sugar puffs ritual and can’t think of anything between you and your father that stood out from the usual. 

“no, i don’t think so.” you mumble with a shrug confused as to the purpose of this. 

“no note? nothing?” professor oh tries again. 

“well, i mean he writes me notes with my lunch but they’re usually just i lo-”

and before you can finish what you’re saying, his eyes light up asking you to pull out the note. so you unbuckle your lunch pack and retrieve the notes from behind your apple slices. and in your father’s all too familiar scripty handwriting is written

“professor oh you clever snake, please tell me you know what to do now, my basement mate. all the plans are in my basement” 

professor oh’s eyes light up even more. “what’s in the basement?” 

“i’m not sure,” you respond rubbing your elbow feeling helpless and out of the loop, “it’s my father’s office. i never really go down there.” 

“okay,” professor oh mutters beginning to rub his beard, “alright, here’s what we do.” 

he bursts back into your classroom. “who here knows how to shoot a gun?” 

professor singh mutes the news broadcast. “i’m sorry professor oh, but that is a completely inappropriate question to pose to-”

“i do,” says wonwoo raising his hand slightly. 

“good,” professor oh muses, “wonwoo, come with us. and professor singh, i assure you there is nothing to worry about. this is all under headmaster groff’s instruction.” and you know by the manner of informality in which professor oh pushes you and wonwoo out of the classroom that it’s a lie. but you just can’t understand why. 

“well this should be fun,” wonwoo jokes after he reads the note from your father. you let yourself laugh at that. 

and you guess that’s how you ended up sneaking out of the academy in the passenger seat of professor oh’s honda civic with an armed wonwoo in the backseat heading towards your home. 

“it’s locked,” you tell the boys when the door to the basement refuses to open. 

professor oh pushes you aside and attempts to open the door himself. 

his frantic pushes and pulls at the door are only met with more failure. “yeah, it’s locked.”  

“yes but we already know because i know how to open a fucking door.” you scoff.

“i know, my fault, i’m just-”

“-sexist” wonwoo says from behind you taking the words right from your mouth. 

he groans, “well, do either of you know where the fucking key is then?”

you roll your eyes at him. you hadn’t realize the school’s moral code for respect from professors and students alike could deteriorate so quickly. 

you and wonwoo spread out searching your house for a key, while professor oh continues to kick and shove at the unbudging door. 

“are you sure your father didn’t say anything to you this morning?” 

you sigh, “no professor, he didn’t say anything to me we just fought over frosties and...”

“and what?” professor oh asks you.

you ignore his question and push past wonwoo who’s inspecting your father’s cd collection to reach the kitchen. 

“no offence, but I don’t think a bowl of cereal is gonna help anyone right--oh,” wonwoo cuts himself off when you fish a key out of the expired box of sugar puffs. 

“sugar puffs are the key to survival,” you mutter to yourself with a chuckle hating your father and his love for scavenger hunts. 

professor oh quickly unlocks the door and runs down the creaking stairs with you and wonwoo at his heels. and as soon as he reaches the foot of the stairs he stops in his tracks. you and wonwoo both nearly topple over him.

“i thought you said your father would be at work by now?” 

“he should be,” you tell professor oh moving past his stuck body to see what stopped him, “he leaves right after me.”

oh. 

in the corner of the room your dad sits with his hands and feet tied to a chair and his mouth covered with black tape. you look for a kidnapper of sorts, but there is none. its just your father, alone. he doesn’t move his body. but his eyes are wide and red and you can barely make out the words behind his muffled screams. 

professor oh is the first to move. he stands in front of my father for a bit before ripping the tape off his mouth. 

and then all shit breaks loose. 

your dad starts screaming. the sound fills your ears with fear. professor oh tries calming him but it only makes him worse. he starts thrashing around in his chair yelling incoherent words. his eyes are blurry and unfocused. you can’t move. you can’t speak. you’re glued to the spot by the stairs. wonwoo moves past you and tries to help professor oh. but by the time wonwoo nears the two men. your father manages to break loose from the rope binding his hands back. he attacks professor oh, jumping on his turned back dragging the chair his feet are still tied to behind him. wonwoo rushes to the two trying to remove your father from professor oh. they’re all screaming and yelling, and all the furniture around them starts breaking as they crash into everything. yet you’re still. unmoving. focusing on the dull color in your father’s eyes and the clarity in his voice. his screams overtake those of wonwoo and professor oh. you realize that there’s something about his slurred screams that reeks importance. you want to move, you want to help, but you can’t. you’re legs refuse to move. so you try and understand him instead. in the moment professor oh shifts slightly towards you, you’re met with your father’s eyes. the glint that surfaces in his eyes at the sight of you resembles the glint of the knife that appears in his hand. in that moment you understand. 

professor oh’s screams pierce through the air, and the glint in your father’s eyes disappears with it. 

“fuck!” wonwoo screams.

“damn it! what’s he saying?” professor oh yells back.

a shot rings through the air. 

“he was saying kill me” 

professor oh and wonwoo watch you in silence and shock. the blood that pools underneath your father’s motionless body on the floor reminds you of jenny. you feel sick. 

“hey,” wonwoo says softly motioning to the gun you still have pointed to the spot on professor oh’s back where your dad’s head used to be, “lower it.”

you drop it. and a second later your body drops too. the resonating ring of the gunshot is replaced with your cries and screams. you ignore the way professor oh holds the gushing wound left from your father’s knife. you ignore the way your father’s warm blood seeps past your sneakers and soaks into your pants. this isn’t real. this can’t be real. you repeat until you can’t help but believe it.

“the bastard wasn’t immune” professor oh croaks dropping to his knees to the floor.

and at that you lose it.

“immune from what professor? what the fuck is happening?” you fume at him.

his voice starts small, “it’s really quite complicated..”

“it’s not fucking complicated at all!” you snap. “i watched a man run himself into a brick wall! i watched you shoot jenny! i shot my own father damn it! so tell me what the fuck is going on!”  

and so he does. he tells you of him and your father’s old work that they did for the government. he tells you about the microchip update they engineered. he tells you about the project being shut down by the government and picked up by a private buyer. he tells you how your father was suspicious of the management change. he tells you how the update was only released privately to the upper class. he tells you how your father refrained from updating his own microchip. he tells you how by the time he learned what the buyer had planed, he only had one updated microchip left. he tells you how your father chose to implant you over himself. he tells you how he’s spent every second since designing a way to override the updated microchips.

the news settles uncomfortably in the back of your throat. 

“so what was the private buyer planning?” wonwoo asks once the information soaks in. 

“he planned to disable all the older microchip models.”

“what does that mean?”

you answer for professor oh. “he wanted to destroy all those microchips fucking up everyone’s brain in the process. it means he wanted to kill them.”

“but the thing is the buyer can only disable the chips in phases, one region after the next,” professor oh tells you, “and your father has been devising a program to nullify his ability to do that.”

“do you know if my dad ever finished engineering the program?”

“that’s what we’re here to find out.”

“so what now?” wonwoo asks.

you shrug, “i guess now we save the world.”

[lxveille]

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woozi x reader

word count: ~ 2460 warnings: concept of consciousness uploading/transfer means reader is technically body-less for most of the fic a/n: my clunkiest warning ever??? anyway, i told you i was determined to write something scifi before the end of january. also, for twenty-sciteen

It’s dark inside.

Inside is the closest word you have for where you are. Or, to be more accurate, where a part of you is. After all, people say the part of you that matters most is your consciousness, your memories. That is to say, the parts of your mind where your sense of self really is. Still, it’s strange not to feel anything physical at all. No flexing fingers, no weight of your own spine slouched over, no warmth in your mouth. No fingers, spine, or mouth to even have such sensations.

Some part of you whirls into panic at the thought of where your body is. At the strange imprint of pain you can still find among your thoughts of the last things you saw and felt before everything went dark. And stayed dark, even when it felt like you had woken up again.

You don’t know how long it took the paramedics to find your body. Or how long it took them to decide it wouldn’t be able to sustain life anymore and transfer you to the CRRU. Consciousness Recovery and Restoration -- you’d read the think pieces and articles from individuals who had gone through the process before. No amount of reading could have prepared you for exactly how strange it is to find yourself awake, somehow, without form nor light, in place that’s nowhere at all and that carries on existing without any placeable sense of time.

You could go crazy like this, you think. There’s only one reason you don’t.

“Jihoon?” you say, or think, or merely will into the emptiness. The name falls flat and seems to disappear in an instant, as if your voice had slammed against a soundproof wall. “Are you there?”

Silence. It must be night. Or lunch. Or maybe a weekend. Either way, it’s some kind of time out in the physical world where the technician working your case isn’t around.

You would sigh, if you had lungs to fill in the first place. You miss the way spots of light linger behind closed eyelids.

Jihoon squints as the harsh lights of his office come on at his opening of the door.

It’s cold inside the CRRU. He’s certain the administrators must be turning off the heating in their wing over the weekends. No harm, no foul is doubtlessly their logic. Restoration bodies can’t get cold before a consciousness is in them, and recovered consciousnesses can’t get cold while they’re in digital storage. All the same, Jihoon thinks it’s cheap of them.

He passes by the long table in the middle of the room with little more than a glance over to make sure everything is the same as it had been when he left on Friday. When he first started this line of work, there’s was a certain unease that came with seeing incomplete, artificial body parts assembled laid out. His supervision recommended thinking in terms of ‘cases’ back then. It was only earlier this year that Jihoon found he’s switched to the word patient on his own.

Before Jihoon even sets down his coffee cup on his desk, he notices the blinking flag of unread messages on the storage monitor. He taps the screen twice in quick succession and smiles slightly at the barrage of text that pops up.

JIHOON? ARE YOU THERE?

YOU KNOW HOW AFTER YOU LOOK AT A LIGHT, YOU CAN STILL SEE IT AFTER YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES? WHEN I WAS IN PRIMARY SCHOOL THIS KID IN MY CLASS SAID THOSE FLICKERS OF LIGHT WERE SPIRITS. IT WAS SILLY, BUT I ALWAYS KIND OF LIKED THAT THOUGHT.

DO ARTIFICIAL EYELIDS WORK THE SAME WAY? WILL I STILL BE ABLE TO SEE PATTERNS OF LIGHT LIKE THAT?

HEY, JIHOON?

I GUESS YOU’RE NOT HERE NOW, EITHER. OH WELL.

He takes a sip from his cup and presses a button on the corner of the screen. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he says. He pauses for a moment, watching as his words showed up in the log as he spoke, just to make sure the technology’s still working as it should. “The answer’s yes, by the way.” Jihoon puts down his coffee and logs into the computer on his desk.

YES TO WHAT?

He reads after a few moments. “Your question about eyelids. The ones on your new body should work just the same if I do my job correctly.” This time, he doesn’t take his gaze away from the screen he’s pulling up data on as he talks to you.

OH. DOES IT HAVE EYELIDS ALREADY?

“Do you really wanna know? Most patients I’ve had don’t want to think about their restoration body until they’re in it. Details can be weird.”

THAT SOUNDS LIKE A NO.

Jihoon can’t help but laugh.

His laughter comes from nowhere and from all around you at once. And suddenly, you have the privilege of knowing butterflies have never really been in your chest. They must have always really been a fluttering kind of elation inside your head, or else you wouldn’t manage to feel as glad for your technician’s laughter as you do right now.

“Do you really wanna know?” he asks. You wonder if he’s looking at your unfinished replacement of a body or not.

“What difference does it make?” you ask back. “It’s not like you’re gonna make me wake up in some eyelid-less body in the end, are you?”

There’s laughter again. You yearn to laugh along with him.

“Well, no. There’s already eyelids, for one. It’s the eyes I don’t have yet, actually.”

In the end he’s straight forward. Everytime. It helps, mostly. As long as you don’t ruminate too long on exactly what the his explanations would look like in the real world. When you’re tempted, you turn instead to thinking about Jihoon; of questions about him rather than about the state of parts that both are and aren’t yet you.

So you ask, “Jihoon, what do your eyes look like?”

Jihoon stares at the message on the storage monitor for longer than he should, fingers hovering idly over his keyboard.

“I dunno… They’re just eyes, you know.”

THAT DOESN’T INSPIRE MUCH CONFIDENCE FOR WHAT I’LL END UP LOOKING LIKE AT THE END OF THIS ALL.

He turns in his chair to look over at your recovery form laid out on the table. “I pay more attention to my patients than myself. Promise.”

SO I’LL STILL LOOK THE SAME?

It’s not the first time you’ve asked that question in particular. It’s probably the question he gets most often from any consciousness in storage. “Yeah, you will.”

DO YOU THINK THAT’S A GOOD THING?

All the incredible strides consciousness science has made, yet they’ve still to make it so that you can actually hear a consciousness’ voice from the monitor. Normally that doesn’t bother him much. Except right now, Jihoon feels a deep-rooted tug that says your tone of voice would change everything about what your question means.

At the same time, he’s suddenly grateful you can’t see him. Just the possibility you might be asking to find out if he finds you personally attractive is enough to have his face warming and reddening.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. You said you wanted to look the same on your entry form, so that’s what I’ll do,” he provides the most professional response he can.

I KNOW. BUT I ASKED WHAT YOU THINK.

Oh. He’ll regret it, he knows. He feels nerves swallowing him up already and the temptation to refuse you any answer at all creeping down his spine. But staring at those eight words on the monitor makes him press his lips together tightly, jaw tense and cheeks burning by now. “I guess I’m glad you gave the answers you did on your entry form,” he blurts out at last. He hopes it might be cryptic.

He glances between the monitor and the still, artificial body on the table, desperately wishing he could see some kind of reaction from you. All he gets is a blip as new text pops on the screen. Three words, and he has to bury his face in his hands.

OH. THANKS, JIHOON.

The timelessness of this place of nothingness -- nothing but your disembodied conversations with your technician -- means you aren’t sure if it’s taken more or less time than normal for your recovery body to be put together. The time between talking with Jihoon always feels like it could be infinite, but your talks with him seem to pass by in milliseconds. Logically, you suppose it must have been days. Weeks, if Jihoon’s offhanded mentions of weekends are anything to measure by.

So it feels best to consider it as such: eventually, a day comes when Jihoon’s voice greets you suddenly, sparking time back into existence, and asks, “Are you ready to have a body again?”

“Are you serious?” you can’t help but respond.

There’s a pause, where perhaps your faceless technician is nodding. “It’s all ready to go.”

“Wow.” Will it feel different? Will you even be able to notice the changes if it does? Nervous. It’s a swirl of too many questions at once. And nothing to do but say yes. Except perhaps -- “Are you going to be there?”

“What do you mean?” Every so often, there’s something in his tone that makes you think no one has ever asked him something you’ve said before. That intonation is there again right now.

“When I… wake up? I guess. Is that the right word for it?”

“Patients report it feeling like waking up sometimes, yeah,” he confirms.

“Okay. So, will you?”

“I’m your technician. I have to be here to make sure everything goes through alright.”

“Jihoon,” you repeat his name, and try to picture yourself as whole again. Something in your wants to sink further into the darkness. “I think I’m scared.”

The dark around you remains still and soundless. Without a heart, it wants to race, and without eyes, you want to cry. “Jihoon, are you there?” you call out, more desperately than you ever have before.

His voice is back in an instant, saying your name, and promising he’s still there. “I’ll be there, okay? You trust me, right?”

“I do,” you decide.

“Okay. You’ll see me soon.”

With those few words, the dark around you seems to darken impossibly further.

Until, all at once, there’s something more than blackness. Circular patterns of faded yellows and reds flicker inside your eyelids. There’s a steady beeping somewhere off to your right, a coolness underneath your calves and arms, and a familiar voice uttering your name.

“Are you there?” he asks. Familiar. Still, it’s softer and closer than you’d ever heard it before. You start to open your eyes only to wince from the brightness overhead. A reflex has you lifting an arm up to cover your eyes. Beside you, you hear a low chuckle that starts to draw a smile upon your lips. “Don’t try to do everything at once,” he advises. “Here. I’ll turn out the light.”

“Don’t,” you insist suddenly. Without lifting your hand away from your eyes, you open your eyes and blink into the shade of your own palm. Eyelashes flutter against the soft underside of your fingers. You could cry with the very revelation that it’s a sensation you didn’t even know to miss.

You press your other hand down, bend your spine to sit up on the cold table. The fabric of a hospital gown shifts on your skin, and you smile further.

Slowly, you let your hand fall into your lap. It takes a few more blinks for your eyes to adjust before you can look around the office where you find yourself. Your gaze lingers over a screen beside a computer, the text on display reading simply: consciousness transferred.

“Okay?” comes Jihoon’s voice. You turn your head quickly to find him, and any eager answer you had for him falls away when your eyes settle upon him. Your open mouth and lack of words must give rise to some worry for him, because he sits back down on the rolling stool and comes in close to where you are with furrowed brows and a small frown.

“I’m fine,” you quickly assure. He stops still, neither getting closer nor pulling back. It’s not until you insist, “Really. I am,” that the stress seems to fade out of his features. You stare at Jihoon unabashedly. Every part of getting to see another person up close feels like some small miracle, and so entirely routine all at once. It seems to take a moment for him to realize his proximity, or how he’s staring back at you at well. Once he does, though, Jihoon sits up right and pushes his heel on the floor to send the stool rolling back along the tiles.

“Jihoon.” It feels different, somehow, to say his name now. To really speak it. A name has never felt so good upon your tongue. “You have nice eyes,” you tell him.

It visibly catches him off guard to hear -- but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. Between that and the faint pink you think you spot upon his face, you can’t help but grin.

“And thank you,” you add, in part just to give him something other than your compliment to answer to.

“You haven’t even seen yourself yet,” he points out.

“Not for this,” you clarify, gesturing vaguely towards yourself, “I mean -- obviously for this too. But I mean for everything in there. For… the company, I guess.”

Jihoon stalls again, looking you over with a gentle curiosity. “Of course.” You wait a second, expecting him to excuse it all as being part of his job. He doesn’t. He sends you a small smile, instead. And steps closer, holding a hand out for you to take. It takes a moment for you to realize it’s so he can help you off the table. “Ready to look in a mirror?”

His hand is warm against yours. Some of his fingertips feel calloused, but it only makes you all the more grateful for every sensation of touch as he helps you ease onto your feet. For a moment, you think you’ll topple down to the floor, but Jihoon’s hold tenses and helps you to stay upright until you’ve steadied yourself on the cold tiles.

You laugh, a bit embarrassed at the near stumble.

It’s the first time he gets to hear your laughter, and the final straw that has Jihoon deciding he’ll have to ask if, maybe, you might still want his company once the last clearance tests are done.

The way you smile at him has him hopeful as to what your answer might be.

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Coffee from Mars

Ft. Wonwoo

Requested by: @riptidethepen a longggg time ago (this isn’t college/roommate related YET b/c the story isn’t there yet but I hope this still satisfies!)

A/N: FINALLY, I get to do a twenty-sciteen thing!! I left this kind of open-ended in case y’all want to see more :) pls tell me if you want more

“Heads up!”

A clear path formed from the people in front of you as you continued sprinting forward, looking back every few seconds to shoot the mutant alien tailing you. You barely had time to process a building in your way, so all you did was jump—and you broke the window of Cassiopeia's Caffeine. Great job, y/n.

You slid across the newly cleaned floors, slamming into the front counter. The alien was thirty seconds away tops, but it was enough time to catch your breath.

“Y/N?”

A familiar voice caused your head to snap upwards.

“Oh, hey Wonwoo,” you panted, “nice seeing you here.”

“You just broke my window,” he remarked, sounding unamused (but looking clearly amused).

“I can see that,” you admitted, looking to see the alien 20 seconds away. "Hey, Wonwoo, I—"

Your conversation was interrupted by the alien shooting its eye-lasers at you. You reflexively pulled the nearest metal stool to deflect them back, hitting the alien and temporarily slowing it down.

“—I'd kill for a coffee… literally,” you finished, turning back to Wonwoo.

“And I'm sure you will,” he said, observing as you got up to shoot the disfigured alien heading towards the both of you. “From Neptune or Mars?"

“I dunno just—” You paused to blast the alien in the face again. "—loooots of whipped cream."

Wonwoo raised a brow but proceeded to prepare coffee. Suddenly, the alien was standing in the empty space where the window previously was.

The alien let out a disgusting snake-ish sound.

“Did you just hiss at me?” You asked it, offended.

The alien made another sound that was equally unpleasant but more garbled than the first.

“Oh no, you did not just say that!” You shouted, charging towards the 7-foot tall alien.

Wonwoo shook his head and continued brewing your drink. You managed to land a steady punch on one of the alien's eyes, causing it to squeal and back away.

“Thanks for the coffee, I'll get in in a sec!” You yelled, jumping out the window to follow the monstrosity.

Sometime later, you returned to the counter, sweaty and tired.

“Ugh, that was tiring,” you grumbled, throwing yourself onto the nearest chair.

“It was,” Wonwoo agreed, emerging unsteadily from his hiding place behind the counter. “So here,” he smiled, handing you a cup of blue iced coffee.

You breathed a sigh of relief, taking a long sip. “You make the best Neptunes, Wonu. How much do I owe you now?”

“26 Neptune coins. And way more for the window, but uh… I'll let it slide if you use the door next time.”

“Mutant aliens don't use doors,” you joked, “but I'll pay you next week. Promise.”

“You better,” he warned, grabbing a broom. “Don't you have class?”

“That… was my assignment,” you chuckled nervously. “Gotta head back to the academy with this mutant alien DNA, see you soon!”

Wonwoo watched as you sprinted out of the cafe, shaking his head and grabbing a broom. He swept up the broken glass, thinking of the many times you had come in for some caffeine. At least twice a week, you'd walk into his family's coffee shop late at night and order something, which would be paid by friendship. Tonight was one of those times.

At ten o’clock, you lazily stumbled into the shop—through the door this time—and slumped into a seat near the counter.

“You look like a mess,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, got yelled at for my… unconventional way of killing that alien earlier,” you confessed.

“Let me guess, it had something to do with it getting off of school grounds?”

“Bingo. And the sample kind of, uh… Fell into one of the subzero gas zones.” You smiled nervously, knowing Wonwoo would laugh.

And laugh he did, barely able to speak for a few minutes.

“Oh come on, Wonwoo, it isn't that funny.”

“I know, I know,” he conceded, finally catching his breath. “I guess it explains why you're shivering. Hold on, I'll be right back.”

Wonwoo left through a door at the back of the shop to where his family lived, returning minutes later with something in his arms.

“Here, take my blanket,” he offered, draping it around your shoulders. “I'll make you some hot chocolate.”

“Thanks, Wonu.”

You smiled fondly, watching as your best friend made a warm drink. It was ironic, the only thing that looked like Earth-coffee in the entire coffee shop was the hot chocolate. Like the coffee shop itself, it was a nice way to commemorate a home you never got to see.

In between sips, you watched Wonwoo take the broom in his hands and start sweeping the shop again. It almost pained you to see his talent reduced to a barista. He could be so much more.

“Wonwoo,” you began, “you should really come to the academy sometime. It'll be good to get away—”

“I already told you, I don't want to leave my mom and brother here to work alone,” Wonwoo interjected, not looking up from his cleaning. “This place is how we keep Earth close to us. Everything’s always automated. We can’t socialize anymore when we just grab a coffee a robot made us and leave!”

“I know, but… they're going to start up the Space Pilot Program soon. This is your chance, Wonwoo.”

Your friend sighed, placing his broom to the side and sitting down across from you.

“Do I need to attend the academy?” He inquired, despite already knowing your answer.

“Yeah,” you said gravely. “It's the only chance you have of finding your sister.”

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Trivia | RM pt4

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Kim Namjoon x Reader

Sci-Fi, Dystopia, Romance, Drama

2k words

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It had been so long since the purple haired stranger had been at the window of the other side. Where the others were.

It wasn't like you really knew about time and how long it had been, but it seemed so long ago. After those strange three days where he had been looking at you, you were disappointed when he didn't show up the day after. You had been hoping for him to show up all day, sitting on the ground with your knees against your chest, arms wrapped around them. But he didn't show. Even when all the others on the other side had left, and the lights went off, he had not shown up.

You had waited for him for two whole days, but he never came.

You were afraid you had done something wrong and scared him off. Maybe you shouldn't have gone up to him. You knew it had been stupid. You should never search for contact with the people on the other side, they were different.

But you hadn't been the first one to search contact with him. Taehyung had done so, and the purple haired stranger had come back the day after. Still you blamed Taehyung. That weirdo should have never told the purple haired stranger what he did. He should have just left him alone, like you had done.

There was something about him that had been… different. It had made him different from all the other people that looked through the window. Something in his eyes…

You still wondered why he had looked at you the way he did. For three days straight, just at you. Why? You out of all the others.

You had been curious about what went through his head at that time. You wondered if it was the same thing that went through your head. If he had the same feeling in his belly, light, ticklish. As if butterflies found their way into his stomach. You had never felt it before, had no idea what it was you felt, but you didn't complain. It didn't feel bad, sometimes it even felt good. And whenever he looked at you, his eyes burned, your heart jumped, your cheeks turned red. You had no idea why your body reacted the way it did.

And then he stopped coming. And you felt empty, and hurt, betrayed even. Where had he gone? Why hadn't he said goodbye? Would he ever come back? Maybe mister Park had transferred him to a new zoo, but something inside you told you that the people on the other side of the glass could go wherever they wanted.

You just couldn't help yourself from wondering where the purple haired stranger had gone.

The only times you still saw him, he came to rescue you. He got you to the other side of the window and ran away with you. You had no idea where you went, you didn't know what outside looked like, but that didn't matter. All you could look at was him.

His green eyes filled with so much emotion, his dimples whenever he smiled, his perfect neck and jawline… You went through his hair with your hand, so soft. And your eyes locked themselves on those perfect, plump lips. You wondered if they were as soft as they looked…

And everytime you almost found out, faces getting closer, eyes closing, his hands cupping your face… you woke up.

Taehyung would chuckle every time you sighed disappointedly after waking up from a dream like that, you'd just send him a death glare.

Taehyung… was a sweetheart, an absolute gem, but he could be much to handle. Very playful, very smart and very enthusiastic. He often kept the children busy, on both sides of the window. He was your best friend, you loved him to death.

But he had told to purple haired stranger about your crush on him, that must have been what scared him off. You weren't pleased with that at all.

But the way the purple hair boy had looked at you… his eyes said something else. He didn't seem scared or disgusted, he didn't look at you the way all the others on the other side looked at you. His eyes had been kind, caring, curious. They were so soft, so lovable.

And you missed them. You missed his eyes. You missed him.

Even though he had only been here for 3 days you still found yourself staring to the place he stood before. He hadn't been there for so long and yet you still wondered, hoped, if he ever would come back…

It was a strange feeling you had felt back when he was there. You weren't sure what it was called, or if what you felt now was the same feeling as before. But that question was soon to be answered when, suddenly, his face appeared in your field of vision. His warm and kind eyes, his soft, purple hair and his beautiful, plump lips.

You couldn't help yourself but smile as your heart started racing and butterflies found their way into your stomach. He smiled back warm, beautiful.

Namjoon had yet to talk to Park Jimin, hadn't even managed to contact him yet. After deciding Jimin was the only hope Namjoon had left he had walked straight into the zoo, and seeing you again helped him remember why he tried so hard.

You smiled as soon as you saw him. Namjoon was glad to know you liked to see him as much as he likes to see you. He smiled back, couldn't help himself from doing so. His heart seemed like it wanted to get out of his chest, jump through the window and give itself to you.

You stood up from your spot on the ground and hesitantly walked over towards him. Namjoon quickly scanned for other people, but there was no one at the wild ones but Namjoon. Which was a good thing, Namjoon couldn't get too much attention, no one could realise who he was or else his father would know Namjoon wasn't exactly hanging out with Park Jimin. Not that his father would have a lot of attention for him, he barely ever saw him. Namjoon wondered if his father would even really care, and if he did Namjoon could always tell him Jimin had been there too but the person who saw Namjoon must have overlooked him.

Namjoon placed his hand on the glass before you could, your smile got even brighter as you placed your hand on the other side. You didn't look at the hands this time. Your eyes locked with his, stayed there.

“I'll get you out.” Namjoon had said it without realising. He hadn't meant to, he just wanted to think it. But the words had left his mouth before he could help himself.

You frowned, eyes wondering of to his lips. Yours still held that gorgeous smile.

Had you heard him? Could you understand him?

“I promise I'll-”

“Namjoon..?” a small voice from behind him said.

Namjoon jumped up, turned around quickly, leaving your hand alone. He hadn't expected anyone to interrupt whatever it was he was doing. And, considering this person knew his name, it meant they knew him.

“Uh, I mean: Mister Kim.” Park Jimin bowed shyly “I hadn't expected to see you here.”

What had he seen? How long had he been there? Blind panic went through Namjoon for a few seconds. But Namjoon managed to get himself together pretty fast.

“I enjoyed the tour you gave me so much, I just had to come back.” he forced a smile, glancing behind him. He saw you looking from him to Jimin and slowly walking back. He hoped you weren't scared off.

Jimin didn't seem to notice “I'm glad to hear that.” He smiled brightly, making his cheeks puff up and his eyes small.

Namjoon turned around again, you had sat down against the tree again. At first you made eye contact but when Jimin went to stand besides Namjoon your eyes turned to him before they locked themself on the ground before you. You started to pluck the grass with your hand.

The fact that Jimin had ran into Namjoon actually was quite a good thing. Namjoon needed to talk with him anyway and had been wondering how to reach him. This was a good thing. But suddenly all the courage Namjoon had had was gone. Even though he was quite a bit taller than Jimin, he felt small, he felt like he was nothing. What if Jimin didn't want to help? What else could he try after this? What if Jimin would tell his father that Namjoon had approached him? Mister Park would surely tell Namjoon's father. Namjoon didn't even want to think of what his dad would do.

Even so, he had to try it. There were loads of possible outcomes, a lot of good ones too. He couldn't just not take this chance because it could end wrong. He had to at least give it a shot. But how could he start this conversation? “Hey Jimin, I was wondering. Do you know how I can steal a wild one from your zoo?” probably wouldn't have the outcome Namjoon was going for.

“I see you have quite the interest in the wild ones?” Jimin asked.

Yes. That was exactly what Namjoon had needed: for Jimin to start the conversation.

Namjoon shifted his weight from one foot to the other “Yes. I find them fascinating.”

“They sure are.” Jimin chuckled softly.

Namjoon didn't turn his eyes away from you. Not even when the male with the boxy smile sat beside you and laying his head on your shoulder. Your eyes were still focused on the grass, while Namjoon’s had locked themselves on your eyes.

“It's interesting how much they resemble humans. Don't you think?” Namjoon kept his voice deep and monotone.

He only looked away from your face when Jimin stayed Quiet. Jimin's eyes were wide, his mouth was pressed together and he didn't quite look at you. To Namjoon it looked as if Jimin looked against the glass rather than through it.

He tried to look normal when he finally responded “I don't know, I guess they do. But I… I never really noticed it before to be honest.”

He was lying, that's one thing Namjoon was sure of. Namjoon thought back to the picture in mister Park's office. Jimin had been close with one of the wild ones when he was younger. If even he knew they were like us, Namjoon's assumptions of you being like him must be true. This fueled Namjoon. Maybe Jimin could get him close to you.

Namjoon turned his entire body to face Jimin, Jimin still didn't look at Namjoon. He shifted his weight from one foot, to the other over and over. He was definitely nervous.

“You didn't?” Namjoon frowned theatricality “They look an awful lot like us though, don't they?”

Jimin shifted his eyes to Namjoon really shortly “I… suppose. Yes.” the ‘yes’ seemed to be aimed at more than just the fact that wild ones look like humans.

Namjoon made a thoughtful sound, looking at you shortly before returning his gaze to Jimin. Jimin had turned as well, now looking up at Namjoon. His eyes were filled with mixed emotions, but looked like they were trying to tell Namjoon something.

“So… as the son of the owner, I suppose you must be able to get to the back right? Go into the wild one resident?” Namjoon asked.

It was feeding time, suddenly people came from the halls around to stand at the glass and look at how the wild ones were getting fed. People were talking all around as the wild ones walked around to get their food, but Namjoon  kept his gaze locked on Jimin.

Jimin's eyes shifted around before finding Namjoon's again “Sort of, yeah…”

Namjoon bowed forward “Could you show me?” It was merely a whisper, he wasn't sure Jimin even heard him. But Jimin, after thinking hard, biting his bottom lip, nodded.

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Trivia | RM pt3

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Kim Namjoon x Reader

Sci-Fi, Dystopia, Romance, Drama

2.7k words

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Namjoon had been making a list ever since he got back home. In between schedules he sat down at his desk and noted who he had to talk to and what he had to talk about. He needed a plan so he made one.

He felt horrible for leaving you there. He thought it was inhumane to keep you, and obviously the others, locked up in a place you clearly didn't belong in. You deserved the same opportunities as actual humans, and locked up in a cage like that, did not give you the opportunity to do something great. While he was sure you could, with the right education. His mind had turned completely. Those three days of just observing the wild ones did him great and he was glad he took the time to do that. Wild ones weren't as different from humans as the leader claimed they were, if anything, they were the same. No one realised because they were told differently, because they were taught differently, but Namjoon was sure.

Basically the most important person Namjoon had to talk to was the owner of the zoo you were in, mister Park. Namjoon had decided to do this step by step. First your zoo. He would see if, after that, he could rescue more wild ones. But right now your zoo was the objective. You were the objective.

Something about you had enchanted Namjoon in a way he couldn't explain. Every time he thought of you his stomach felt all weird and he couldn't help but smile. Your face was what he saw whenever he closed his eyes, meaning he did not want to open them at all. And just the thought of you kept him awake at night. He wasn't too sure how to describe this feeling but judging from all the books he had read, he was in love. Which he denied because he thought it was stupid. Besides him looking at you through a window for three days, he had no idea who you were. He had never met you.

But he couldn't stop thinking about the wild one with the boxy smile and how his hand movements implied that you were in love with Namjoon as well. Though the male could have just made some random movements that didn't mean anything at all. But wouldn't that be too coincidental?

Namjoon had told his father he and Jimin really got along and that, in two weeks, he would once again go to his planet to hang out with him. His father seemed delighted by that, telling Namjoon that contacts in a zoo were always a good thing seeing as they had a big influence on the universe. Namjoon just smiled and nodded, hoping his father would be too busy to ask mister Park about their sons. Namjoon could only hope his father wouldn't find out about his lies.

Namjoon waited for mister Park's assistant to come out and tell him mister Park would see him now. He walked through the waiting room, looking at the many decorations that were spread throughout the room.

Paintings and drawings of different species, photographs of aliens, a picture of himself holding a cute sort of Alien. On the walls hung different kinds of horns presumably from different kinds of animals. Statues of creatures, made from wood, clay and other materials. The rug seemed like some kind of hide, blue with orange stripes.

Namjoon's nerves were insane. Mainly because, if this didn't go well, he had no idea what he would do then. Who else could he talk to to get you out? Mister Park was his only hope, he couldn't screw this up.

Namjoon immediately turned on his heel when the door to mister Park's office opened. A little, metal robot came through the door. It was round with four, pretty long, spider like legs carrying it everywhere. Eyes blinking red, clearly recording everything they saw, mouth square made for sound to come through it.

“Mister Kim,” it said, in a monotone robot voice “master Park will see you now. If you would follow me.”

Namjoon nodded and followed as the robot turned around and walked back into the room.

This room held more decorations than the waiting room, different kinds of hide on the floor, a table of which the legs looked like the legs of one of the creatures Namjoon had seen in the zoo, drawings clearly made by children on the wall, horns, skulls etcetera on the walls and tables, from the ceiling hung a lamp that looked an awful lot like one of those Mertians Jimin and he had seen in the zoo first time Namjoon was there, but the bright blue had faded to gray… Long story short: the room creeped Namjoon out.

“Mister Kim Namjoon, it is a pleasure.” Mister Park said enthusiastically “What an honor to meet you.”

Mister Park looked exactly like how Namjoon had expected him to look. His hair was pink like Jimin's, but a shade darker and his eyes were blue. He basically looked like an older version of Jimin. He gestured the robot to get out.

“Thank you for having me.” Namjoon couldn't get the words ‘the pleasure is mine’ over his lips now that he had seen the room he was in. He hoped this would be enough.

Mister Park chuckled as he saw Namjoon's eyes scan the room “Impressive, isn't it? One of the perks of being the owner of a zoo is getting all this cool stuff to decorate your room with.”

Namjoon forced a smile “It sure looks great.”

Mister Park nodded proudly.

Namjoon decided it was about time to focus on something other than all the things in the room that gave him shivers, and turned his eyes to the desk. His eyes vested themselves on the picture that was framed and stood on the side of the table blade; a young boy with bright pink hair standing beside a bunch of people. It took a couple of seconds before Namjoon realized those people were wild ones.

“That is my son, Jimin. He always really liked the wild ones in our zoo, could watch them for hours.” Mister Park said lovingly as he took the picture in his hand to show Namjoon from up close.

The boy, Jimin, smiled a bright smile as he stood between all of the wild ones. They all looked a bit dazzled, clearly not too sure about what was going on. Except for one girl. She looked about his age and held onto him with a big smile on her face. But it was clear she was a wild one.

“I think he was about six years old here. Because he liked the wild ones so much we got him to take a picture with them. As you can see from his smile, he loved it. Especially this one female.” he pointed at the girl “They already had had some sort of communication through the glass and whenever he went along with feeding them. She was ecstatic to meet him. She clung onto him and wouldn't let him go. He didn't mind at all.” Mister Park laughed, causing the picture frame shake. Then his face turned a bit sad “Of course, as you might know, on a certain age wild ones get transferred to a different zoo. So a couple of years later she had to leave. Jimin was… sad. To say the least.”

Every creature got transferred at a certain age. Namjoon knew for a fact wild ones went to a different zoo when they turned ten years old. This was because if the same wild ones would stay in the same zoo's the mating would get messed up. Everyone knew you should never mate with anyone who shares DNA with you, and this wasn't a good thing for the wild ones either. Switching zoo's before the mating process would start was a good thing and was the best way to prevent incest. This did mean wild one cubs got separated from their parents at quite the young age. Namjoon couldn't imagine what it'd feel like to get taken away from your mother at age 10.

“He must have gotten very attached to her then.” Namjoon said softly.

Mister Park nodded “Certainly. To the point where I considered getting her as a pet for him. But I decided not to. In the end it might have been better if I had, considering how sad he was. But after she transferred I completely lost track of her. I have no idea where she ended up…” Mister Park seemed to lose himself in his thoughts for a second.

Namjoon looked at the picture one more time before mister Park set it down on the desk again and walked around it to sit down on his chair. He gestured to Namjoon he should sit down as well.

“But that is obviously not why you came here, is it?”

Namjoon shook his head as he sat down “Not really, no.”

Mister Park smiled while folding his hands under his chin “Well, then why don’t you tell me what you want to discuss. You sounded kind of urgent over the phone.”

Namjoon straightened his back and set up a serious expression “It is. You see, I have observed the wild ones in your zoo and I couldn’t help but notice how similar they are to humans. It is as if, when given the same chances and upbringing,  they would be able to live amongst humans…”

Mister Park frowned and sighed while he sat back in his chair, crossing both his arms and legs. But he didn’t say anything, just looked at Namjoon with a curious gaze. As if Namjoon was a school boy that just did something wrong and was about to get scolded by the headmaster; mister Park. Suddenly those sweet and gentle eyes had turned cold and harsh. Namjoon wondered if Park Jimin’s eyes could change like this as well.

Namjoon decided that, since mister Park didn’t say anything, he would continue talking “What I mean to say is that that seems kind of curious to me. Not only do they act identical to us, they also look exactly the same and seem to have the same kind of relationships with each other.”

“What are you trying to say, Mister Kim?” Mister Park interrupted him. He didn’t sound friendly anymore, not necessarily interested in what Namjoon had to say. He looked done, as if he really wanted this conversation to end.

What did Namjoon want exactly? That they would just let you go to live a normal life? They would never do that, what was he thinking? Why hadn’t he thought this through enough? What had he expected? That they would just let all the wild ones out and educate them on how to behave like a human? That would cost them too much money, that would never happen. And they couldn’t just let you go without any experience in the real world. Maybe they could do some tests with one of the wild ones to see if Namjoon’s theory was correct… Would they though? Mister Park was literally the owner of the zoo, he must have known the wild ones are like humans, he never did anything about their treatment. Why would that change now? Namjoon suddenly hated himself for coming all the way out here with basically no plan.

Mister Park raised an eyebrow “Well?”

He sounded urgent, threatening even.

“I thought that maybe I could adopt one of them?” You. “So I can give them an equal chance and teach them how humans act. To see if my theory is correct, of course.”

Mister Park didn’t say anything, just kept looking at Namjoon the same way he had done this entire time. It was as if he experienced a blackout.

“...If my theory turns out correct, and wild ones are actually the same as humans, we may be able to find a couple of volunteers to educate all of them to act like human beings do. You see, mister Park, I don’t think we should treat our equals the way we treat animals. Especially since-”

“As noble as your intentions may be,” mister Park interrupted once again,  raising his voice as he straightened his back “I can assure you the wild ones aren't human. They may look like us but keep in mind they originate from the same species as we do. Regardless of that, they would never ever be able to live as us humans.”

Namjoon bend forward, slowly becoming desperate. Where could he go if this didn't work? “Have you ever given them the same opportunities as humans? I'm sure that if-”

“Mister Kim I promise you that they will never be like us.”

“But-”

Mister Park rose from his chair, hands slamming on the desk in front of him “They aren't human. YG has said so multiple times before. Don't you believe your leader?”

The sudden fury of mister Park frightened Namjoon, but he wasn't done yet. For some reason he felt like he couldn't give up, he knew he was right and he had to prove that. For some reason he felt that he should do anything to get you out of there.

“YG is also just a human, humans make mistakes. Hell, humans lie. Maybe he-”

Mister Park gasped “Are you implying our leader is lying to us? How dare you?”

“No, I just-”

Mister Park let his head down and raised his hand, shutting Namjoon up “Enough...” He sat back down in his chair, head still hanging “Enough.”

Namjoon let his shoulders down and locked his eyes on the picture of Park Jimin with the wild ones. Not to look at it, but just to look at something other than mister Park his eyes.

Mister Park folded his hands again, his head turned up, looking at Namjoon with a serious, but tired expression “I suggest you go home, mister Kim. And we will never speak of this again.” he sighed “I suppose your father has no idea you're here for this reason, does he? If you go now, and promise to get the strange idea that wild ones are our equals out of your head, I won't tell him about what happened here. If I hear you tried this again but somewhere else or anything, I will tell him. The consequences of that will be completely yours. And, knowing your father, they won’t be pretty.” He placed his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose “Now go. Before I change my mind and tell your father anyway.”

Namjoon stood up, bowed in goodbye and left through the door feeling… strange. A weird sensation in his stomach, a strange kind of lightness in his head.

The realisation that he failed only hit him when he arrived at the zoo. The only person that could help him would never do so. He would never be able to get you out, not without mister Park.

He looked up at the building, thinking. He had planned the rest of the day for the zoo, to look at you, but he wondered if he should go in now. Looking at you might make him feel worse.

Mister Park didn't believe him. Mister Park wouldn't help. What was he supposed to do without mister Park?

And then he realised something: there was another mister Park. One that, even though he would not be able to make a big decision like that, would be able to help at least a little bit. And if he had been close with one of the wild ones before, this mister Park must known they're just like humans.

Maybe Park Jimin could help.

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Trivia | RM pt 1

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Kim Namjoon x Reader

Sci-Fi, Dystopia, Romance, Drama

750+ words

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The end of the world was closer than anyone had imagined. It had lured over humanity for centuries and finally, slowly, it happened.

Though only a part of the world's population witnessed it that way. Because where for some part of humanity the world ended, for another part, a smaller part, it started.

When the world ran out of resourced, a big part of humanity died. They were unable to find food and clean water and died because of that. Less than half of the population survived. People got even more divided than they had been before the new era. A part of the population finding new ways to survive, finding new resources and building humanity up like they had dreamed of for centuries. While another lived like wild men, spread through forests, shielded off from civilization.

No one really knew how everything happened, it all happened so fast.

What, in era 1 before the world's end, took humanity millenia to accomplish with oil and other earth damaging resources. Took humanity, in the new era 2, mere centuries with the new resources that were found and created. People got smarter, more resourceful and richer with everything they created. And before they knew it they found ways to travel further into space than the humans in era 1 had ever been.The more they explored of space, the more resources people found. Resources that helped humanity to evolve even more and got them to explore more, finding planets with other lifeforms.

Humans were forced to evolve as trees started to disappear together with the ozone layer, and soon they could survive without oxygen. The only forests left couldn't provide as much oxygen as needed and could easily get removed: they weren't of use anymore. But parents wanted their children to at least see one of the natural beauties from era 1. Woodlands turned into theme parks.

But before they managed to do that, the woods got explored. Looking for the people from the other civilisation. Instead of getting resources that would make their lives easier, instead of growing to the futuristic image humanity had, these people,  ‘the wild ones’, seemed to grow back in time, seemed to have turned into animals. Instead of evolving to the future, they evolved back to the past.

They were hunted by the people of the future. Some killed, some captured. Because these creatures, that looked an awful lot like humans but surely weren't according to the great leader, were treated like wild animals, they got locked up into zoo's or used for science. But, apart from the high ups, no human knew about the horrible treatment the wild ones received.

Humans, whom had become a lot nicer in era 2, got liked and talked about all through space. The planet they first hated, feared even, changed so much. And everyone wanted to get a taste of the new civilisation. Humans got help from all kinds of creatures from space and explored more and more of the once mysterious darkness.

But what started out as just innocent exploring, turned into much more as humanities resources got better and better.

Humans tasted power. Toxic as that may be, and as evolved as human kind was, power still attracted. So they started claiming planets as their own. First the ones rotating around their sun, no form of live got harmed, since there simply weren't any. But as they tasted more of the power they had found in claiming planets as their own, they wanted more of it. Sending whole armies into space to fight the life forms on other planets. Making colonies of everything they could find. And with all the powerful resources they had received from all the different planets, and their inhabitants, combined. Humans were stronger than anyone and had no trouble in taking everything. Planets in outer space now belonged to earth.

Humans dominated outer space and got more powerful with the second. They moved and lived in on other planets, spreading human kind all over.

Planets started becoming like countries. Every single one of them had a king or president to take care of measures there, and you could easily travel from planet to planet with the new techniques and ways to travel.

But of course Namjoon only knew about that because he was interested in history. He loved researching and reading about all this kind of stuff. The things you didn’t learn in history classes in school. There you only learned about how great humans were, how much better they had become since era 2 had started.  Namjoon knew better than that. Nothing had changed about humans, except that instead of being on 1 planet, they were now all over space.

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sci-fi settings starter pack

WHAT’S THIS? a list of open-ended settings with some science fiction themes infused in them. feel free to use them as a starting scene, mid-point, or ending for a piece of sci-fi fic; or even as just a jumping off point for inspiring a plot that may never reach that setting! the goal of this is to hopefully get some sci-fi wheels turning and demonstrate a fraction of the different kinds of settings and elements you might play around with as part of twenty-sciteen

In bed, with the morning news reporting that the microchips people have been getting implanted for years now have started malfunctioning and are causing people to behave strangely

In an escape pod after warning lights went off on the space station

In a warehouse, hiding from an android

In the back of a cab, pouring over files regarding a top secret cloning project 

In a hospital room, being informed that the only way to make the accident survivable was by uploading consciousness for transfer

In the docking bay of space station, waiting to meet envoys from an enemy ship who have agreed to negotiations

In line to get on the last spacecraft scheduled to leave earth after a series of disasters have left it uninhabitable

In a robotics lab, preparing a controversial new project for its final testing stage

In the basement of a library, puzzling over a handful of books with publish dates from years that have yet to happen

On a planet being newly settled, with rumors of a dangerous virus spreading through the camp

In the waiting room of a new tech company that promises to build personalized, perfect companions

In the student center, being informed of the first exchange student coming to the university from another planet

Inside an apartment in a new, impressive public housing building that requires all tenants to wear a small, black-screened device on their wrist

In the storage bay of a spacecraft, with the impending discovery of a stowaway

In the marketplace of a thriving community on a foreign planet, overhearing gossip of a craft commandeered by pirates docking last night

In the slums of a high tech, highly polluted city where the only way to tell androids from humans is whether or not they use a breathing apparatus when outside

In a train station with stolen technology from a high-profile but secretive company in a suitcase

In a private investigator’s office, with the fact that someone is not entirely human about to be revealed

In a cramped room, monitoring footage from society’s excessive surveillance cameras of someone the government is eager to find any reason to arrest

In an open field, watching the landing of a spacecraft that had sent a distress signal prior to arrival

In the basement headquarters of a rebel group having government-mandated nanotechnology removed from inside new recruits

Inside one of earth’s last-standing enclosed cities, on the day the dome’s gates will opened for the first time in thousands of years after the scientists declared the outside environment stable and safe again

In the medical bay of a space craft, after an expedition onto a new planet has the exploratory crew reporting strange symptoms

In a courthouse, awaiting a ruling on a case on whether the most recently developed AI androids have the same rights as humans

In a sterile room, where researchers are testing how long it will take participants to forget they’re in a VR simulation