"He woke up last night and insisted on joining your school because we told him about taehyung's abduction-

"Disappearance." You correct Namjoon on phone.

"Right, Disappearance. So he did some research and tried to track him down even though we told him not to do it coz he needed rest and we have already failed in an attempt to do the same. Though he couldn't find him, he ended up tracking two robots near your school which didn't have Korean label on them. This means they are foreign products and aren't verified or authorised by our government as 'safe for use'." He pauses before carrying on. "Now he suspects those robots to appear in your school bcoz it's an easy place to cause maximum destruction."

Dayum.

"And by staying here, how is helping us?" You ask.

"This is Jeon Jungkook we're talking about. He knows robots more than they know themselves." He states like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "He thinks the robot has enrolled in your school just like taehyung did."

"Wait. How did those robots pass the entrance exam? There's no way they could skip the robot-analysis." You said.

Since it's the 22nd century, robots are very common for humans. Obviously robots don't need a school to get educated but there are chances they might enrol in a school to cause harm. The advanced the technology, the brutal the crime. To prevent that, students have to go through a test before enrolling into a school. Their body is scanned and analysed in order to allow the enrolment. People can't enter the school premises until and unless they're a part of the school. If not, they are dealt with the vice principal in a different office which is next to the school.

"They got through it just like taehyung did." He replies but with a tint of uncertainty in it.

"Then the whole analysis is useless. What's the point?"

"That's the thing, y/n. As far as I know, I am the only one who knows how to create a robot which can't be detected by that machine used for analysis bcoz I invented a device to prevent such issues. Seems like someone else figured the way out as well."

"Why the hell are they doing this? What do they want?!" You ask annoyed by the new information you received.

"It's like the Frankenstein's monster, y/n. The one we humans created wants to destroy us." He responds in a voice an octave lower than his original scale.

Were we that lonely, or that helpless that we had to create an artificial companion for us? Weren't humans enough for humans to provide enough support or motivation to live? We're all the same, aren't we? The earthlings. Then why do we refuse to help each other when we're supposed to? Why is it so difficult for us to treat each other like siblings? We're the children of our Mother Earth after all.

Only if we had left that human to take his last breath and leave this cruel world for a place million times better than this one, we wouldn't have been in a situation like this. Why do we have to take everything in our hands? Why do humans seek for power all the time? We're never content with what we have, we always want more, why?! Heck, I am a human and I do the same. I'm never content with what I have. I could've been born with a paralysed body or weak sensitive organs but I wasn't and I should be happy. But no, I'm not satisfied with the way I am, I want to look like an ideal seventeen year old girl with a perfect figure, sexy legs and beautiful face, someone who's admired by those around her, why? Isn't a normal body enough for me? Shouldn't I be thankful for being born healthy? What about those who didn't get the privilege to see the world right after they came out of their mother's womb? At least I know what colour the sky is, I should be happy. But I'm not and I know it's not just me, there are so many others who feel the same as I do.

"And y/n, Jungkook doesn't remember anything from the time he passed out on you." Namjoon said. "He's still unaware of the metal lady who's famous in the town so he basically doesn't know you."

"Alright."

I hang up after talking with Namjoon for a few more seconds. According to Namjoon, the mint haired scientist who came to the lab after Jungkook, who's name is min yoongi, has his ways of doing things coz he persuaded the school's principal to admit Jungkook in just few minutes. Out of all classes, they chose mine coz taehyung's place is vacant. These guys are one strange group of crackheads.

As I make my way towards the cafeteria to grab something to eat, I accidentally make an eye-contact with Jeon Jungkook who's on a table with girls all around him trying to flirt or strike a conversation. This accident causes my right foot to collide with my left and I stumble forward. I somehow balance and prevent myself from falling on my butt after I trip on my own feet.

Jeez.

After recess, I go back to my class and I'm welcomed by a very boring lecture. Sleep, just like an uninvited guest, creeps on me. I'm literally nodding off my sleep right now.

Beep beep.

Oh how I hate my job right now. Speaking of which, do I even get paid? What the hell?!

"Uh... Excuse me, Ms Clinton?"

"What is it y/n?"

"I... I have a headache in my stomach." I don't realise what I said until I hear people snort. "I-I mean I have a head and stomach ache." I correct my self. What do you expect from a sleep deprived person?

"My god y/n, your face is red." The teacher says with concern written all over her face. At least my embarrassed face helped me prove my sickness. "Please go to the medical room, quickly."
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I'm back after dealing with an eight feet tall bot. That was difficult to handle but I did it anyway. It didn't take much time, only twenty minutes. Hashtag proud. I've gotten used to fighting bots now and I sometimes enjoy it. I know I shouldn't enjoy violence but... I just do.

Currently I'm walking back to my class. I would've preferred skipping the second half but my bag's in there so I can't leave without it. It has my phone in it, leaving it alone here is definitely a 'no'.

Suddenly I'm yanked away from the hallway by my wrist to the place behind the lockers which are unattached to the wall.

"What the-

"I know you're the one" that's the first time I hear him speak.

"W-what?" The fact that a guy yanked me from the corridor to a confined place and said that I am the one made me think of various possibilities. A sudden blush appears on my cheeks.

"You're one of those robots" Jungkook says looking at me with an intense gaze. Talking about moments, are we?

"Wha-

"I've noticed your actions, you seem to suffer a sudden malfunction like blabbering things, unable to balance yourself on two feet, unable to use your brain properly-

"Woah! Hold up man. You can't just drag me out of my way and insult me like that."

"Show me your chip, where is it?" He seems unaffected by whatever I said as he pulled up my sleeve to analyse it like my arm's some kind of toy. Before he sees each and every hair on my arm, I yank it back from his hold.

"Stop it! I'm not a robot, okay?"

"That's exactly what a robot meant for destruction would say"

"Dude, you need to chill-

"So what software did they install in you? It seems new coz your language-

"Listen." I cut him off in a serious tone.
"How are you so sure about your assumption?"

"You weren't there in the medical room and you sure are suffering a malfunction."

"Malfunction my ssA! I am a human be-

He cuts me off as he grabs my chin turning my face left to right in order to observe something. Then he presses his index finger and thumb on my cheeks causing my mouth to open.

"Your teeth and lips look utterly humane..." he mumbles as he continues his research. "But I'm not sure about your tongue and uvula, it could be rubber-

"Back off!" I free my face from his hold before he could put his hand inside my mouth to touch my uvula or my tongue. That's just gross.

A gasp leave my mouth when he suddenly bends down to meet my eye level so his face could be right in front of mine. His eyes analyse every particle my face possesses starting from the top left corner of my forehead while I go jungshook by the close proximity. He seems to look for some robotic features on my face as his eyes are narrowed as if he's concentrating. Initially my eyes travel everywhere but his face then after some seconds they take this time to look at the breathtaking features his face has. His left cheek has a small scar which makes him look cooler than he already is. There's a tiny mole on the outline of his upper lip that's hardly visible. His eyes... I know them, I remember. Though I can't recall his face, the memory of feeling content with just a glimpse of those eyes is still vivid. Is this the same guy I used to play with when I was three? How are we standing close to each other when we were sure we've been separated forever the day I left Busan with my parents?

"Y/n, right?"

"Y-yeah"

"Have we met before?" He asks this time looking deep into my eyes.

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