The atmosphere became thick and awkward, but Jungkook didn’t understand this kind of thing. Examining you for answers, didn’t help in finding a solution for this man’s remark. Your own good, was already facepalming at the Star Wars reference, that only enjoyed Namjoon even more.

“Did you really have to use that line??” You muttered, finally getting the man inside. His dimples flashing, bringing a shadow ball to curve on the side of his cheek, walking to stand in front of his creation.

“It’s not like I get another chance like this.” He chuckled, rubbing his chin. His big round modern glasses barely sat perfectly on his nose bridge, looking at the features of Jungkook. You noticed the tense muscles form under his shirt, bringing you to cough for Namjoon’s attention.

“Care to explain? Before confusing the boy even more”

“He’s a robot, Y/N.”

“Does that make him less of a boy?” Your eyebrow raised, crossing your arms in defence. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile and sigh in a loss, standing with a hand approaching to greet.

“I’m Namjoon, your creator.” Jungkook didn’t seem impressed, but still intrigued to reach a hand out to meet. The warmth of Namjoon’s palm, reminded of yours. Vibrations of his blood rushing underneath the soft skin, tilting his head for memories.

“Master Kim Namjoon?” The boy muttered in question, getting yourself to hold back a laughter.

“You’re right Y/N, it sounds ridiculous… Yup, it’s me” Namjoon’s hand flew into the air, with thumbs pointed at himself.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You questioned, walking towards the kitchen to have Jungkook follow slowly behind. Namjoon’s eyes followed, finding the way of the robot’s behaviour interesting.

“I’m here to make a follow up. I wanted to see how my robot is doing” He explained, settling himself on a bar chair. Elbows on the counter, with hands comforting his chin while watching you pour out some cereal.

“Call him a ‘boy’, Namjoon. He may be made from metal, but you made him way too human like. Could at least make gears on his limbs or something” You spoke, munching on the milk-covered wheat.

“It looks like I chose the right thing then”

“What do you mean?”

“People aren’t supposed to think he is a robot.” You hated when he tried to use his mind, tricking you into his play. But he was right, Jungkook didn’t seem like something made of metal, or was created for the worse. Even his vocabulary sounded like angels singing, making it all too unreal with his perfection.

“How far have you come with the training?”

“I think we got a hang of the strategy and Martial art techniques. The rest is his build in weapons that could highly blow my skull off” You scoffed, walking towards the coffee brewer, waiting for the last drop to fall.

“Any particular skills in Martial arts?” Namjoon continued to ask, but you didn’t know if it was out of curiosity, or the fact he could see the nervous drops of water hanging from your forehead. You acted as if you didn’t hear anything, before Jungkook blurted out the answer;

“Basics and learned a new trick called ‘Inverted triangle’” He spoke proudly, making Namjoon’s mouth gab. Your muscles tensed, putting the cup away getting ready with the puppy eyes.

“ARE YOU ABSOLOUTELY INSANE Y/N????” Despite the pretty dimples and innocent looking face, your friend did have the voice of a demon, when it came to speaking loudly. You gave him a crooked smile, making him facepalm in defeat.

“I asked you to teach him how to fight… not try to get yourself killed.” He muttered into his palm, while you handed him a fresh cup of black coffee.

“I’m not dead yet-“

“Did you get injured while teaching him?” Namjoon was faster than your head could process, looking back and forth between the two men. Your lips trembling, debating if the truth is the best thing to do, or lie. But, you knew deep inside, Namjoon could see with a blindfold, when you were lying.

“I-I- Yes.” You sighed, settling yourself on the bar stool across him.

“Y/N, you seriously need to take care of yourself. What were you even thinking??” It was like getting scolded, for stealing a piece of candy from your parent’s bowl. But, Namjoon was only caring for your health.

“She wanted to teach me to get better… I didn’t know how, even though she tried explaining it, so she showed me instead. It’s my fault.” Your eyes followed the voice, of an insecure boy. His posture shaken and unable to feel comfortable in his own shoes, as Namjoon looked skittish on the robot in front.

“Jungkook saved me” You blurted out, making the dimple boy relax. Shrugging once on his shoulders, he looked back at your innocent posture. Your hands folded and eyes burning, making another argument go in defeat.

“She didn’t tell you, did she?” Namjoon continued to pursue for whatever made him feel safe, feeling a tight grip burn on his covered arm. Your head shaking lightly, catching his eyes while Jungkook only looked lost. It wasn’t that he was trying to ruin you, but he has always been like this. You were always so secretive, that he needed to push hard enough, getting what you wanted, what you needed. Whatever it was, he promised himself not to let you go, in the dips of darkness again. Namjoon followed suit with shaking his head, leaving a sigh slip on the edge of his lips.

“Never mind, another time. Today is a lovely day, let’s go to the park. Then Jungkook can show me his tricks and we can talk further about his weapons.” He blurted out, standing up to walk towards the exit. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight, but was more stunned that he let go this time. Jungkook stepped with curious feet around you, standing on your side to lay a hand on your shoulder. Instinctively, you put your cold hand upon his. The feel of his warm skin relaxes your muscles, made your mind clearer of everything. His tired eyes shining like diamonds, catching a shy smile on his lips.

“Did I do anything wrong?” He questioned, making your head turn towards Namjoon. Occupied by a phone call, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, he is, like he has always been.” You explained tapping him once on the hand, securing him for your answer. His facial expression softened, before retreating his hand. Your shoulder turning from a warm summer beach, to a frosty winter. It has only been a second, and you already miss the touch of his body. The atmosphere of safety and something else, that you couldn’t describe. Joy? No. It was bigger, and words weren’t enough worth for it.

“Should we go?” The boy turned, catching you off guard. Flushed cheeks and stuttering sore throat, made him look confused.

“Y-Yeah. Sure, let’s go.” Trying to get away from his gaze, making you feel like being stuck in an oven. You ran towards your bedroom, searching for clothes, hoping that being alone, you could cool off. The way Jungkook looked at you, was the same innocent eyes, that Taehyung gave. It broke your heart, but continued to make it beat like it was the first.

“Good boy!!” Namjoon clapped his hands, unable to keep still. Watching Jungkook moves just meters away, showing off the things he was taught on a dummy. You were internally proud, and rather occupied and disturbed by his “father”.

“Did you know. That dogs learn tricks by getting praised?” You were stopped in taking another sip of your cold coffee, grimacing while shaking your head.

“What? But he’s not a dog, Namjoon” You muttered, looking over to see Jungkook sparkle with sweat.

“Does it make any difference? He knows when he does things right, and when he does things wrong. Didn’t you do something and get scolded? By the end of the day, when you did things right, you got praised by your father? Making you continue do the thing.” Baffled and confused, you shook his statement off with a shrug. Processing his words, you threw the empty coffee cup in the trash can. Scoring a good 10-point, your attention fell on the man with glasses.

“Wait?? Did you just call me a DOG??” You spoke with a heavy voice, watching a smile creep on his lips.

“Prepare to die, ‘Master Kim Namjoon’” Your arms rising from your side, getting a heavy gulp from him. A nervous laughter and defensive hands up front, looking for an exit.

“Hey, hey, no need for violence Y/N” You could hear his nervousness by the stuttering, making it seem hilarious. Stepping away from your seat, you began walking closer to your prey.

“Don’t mess with a dog, if you don’t want to get bitten” You whispered, making his nervous laughter louder. A sly smirk growing, watching his fear cluster his face.

“Y/N think what you’re doing. I’m your friend!” He pleaded, with puppy eyes of pure black. A pout formed with his big full lips, while praying for being saved.

“Guys I though- What’s going on?” Your plan of destroying the scientist was interrupted by a sweaty boy, watching the two of you in an odd posture. Your fist in the air as Namjoon was begging, as if it depended his life. Because it was.

“Namjoon was being bad” You excused, relaxing your fist after seeing Jungkook smile.

“How was I being bad?? I didn’t directly call you a do-“

“Be careful on what you’re saying. I did teach Jungkook to fight on my commands” You whispered, getting Namjoon’s attention. His explanation coming to another defeat, receiving another heavy sigh.

“I was bad…” He finished, giving up on trying. Jungkook’s smile developed to laughter, realising the close relationship you and Namjoon had. The family type, but never too much. He loved seeing you being fierce, but he didn’t know a lot of human relationships. Watching you talk and understand by a single look, amazed him.

“What’s up Jungkook?” You asked, reaching out to touch his wet forehead. “You’re burning.” You added, watching his smile falter with a red hue taking over his cheeks.

“Yeah… I thought about buying some drinks. But I haven’t done it before, so I would ask one of you to go with me.” Jungkook explained, avoiding eye contact as if he was embarrassed, making your smile rise once more. It was weird, as if he was a kid. But that’s what also gave you butterflies in the stomach, getting to teach him these insignificant things. You, and Namjoon, were important to function properly.

“I’ll go” Namjoon spoke, making your grip stop him from moving away from his seat. Shaking your head in denial, you took this opportunity, for something special.

“No, I’ll go. Jungkook needs to know about his nerdy father. Talk to him, I’ll fetch the drinks.” You chimed, pushing Jungkook to sit on the bench across from Namjoon. Waving goodbye, you saw the confused expression grow on the dimple guy. You decided, letting Jungkook get to know whatever question he had. Because, the only one to give him the answers he needed, was Namjoon. The creator himself.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook fiddling with his thumbs, looking upon the empty table, separating him from another