Yoongi quieted down after some time. It was ironic really. When he first found out about Jimin’s death it was Seokjin who found him, on whose shoulder he cried on, who took care of him. Now too, when he came back to his senses it was still Seokjin who took care of him. Seokjin let him to cry his heart out then made him drink tea and sat beside him caressing his back. Story repeated itself, except this time there was a slight difference; he felt things. Unlike the last time, when he shut down after crying, this time he still felt a sharp pain in his heart no matter how much time went by. There was something else he was feeling – shame. He was ashamed of himself. He had let down everyone who cared about him. He let down Mr. Kim – the person who despite his better judgment always supported the homeless guy his son dragged in, who made sure Yoongi never felt his unworthiness of his son. Mr. Kim lost his only child and he wasn’t there to help him cope with it. He felt terrible for uncle Seokjin too. He was the person who took him in, the person who gave him a job, who became someone he could rely on.  He was like a father to him which he never had and this was how he repaid him – by being a pain in the . Instead of focusing on helping his childhood friend, uncle Jin had to take care of Yoongi who was so weak he pretended to be a robot to not feel pain anymore. Pathetic really.  But the worst thing he had done to them was to make them pretend Jimin was still alive. Yoongi had been through a lot and had himself done some questionable things but he had never seen something that cruel being done before. Mr. Kim and uncle Jin had to pretend Jimin was still alive just because Yoongi was weak. He was a disgrace.

“It was K9, wasn’t it?” asked Yoongi just to be saying something.

He knew it could only be K9. No other android ever made by uncle Jin had so much likeness to a human. Seokjin always had a high moral code. He like all the other scientists refused to make too humanlike androids. Humanity had learnt its mistakes two decades earlier when a group of humanlike androids tried to get rid of humans. After that scientists still made humanlike androids but never made them too similar to the superior race. They either didn’t look like humans, had no emotions, or couldn’t live long without monthly check-ups. There were created to be simply used as tools. But there are always exceptions. That one was K9.

Yoongi first saw him on his third day at uncle Jin’s. The first two days Seokjin tried to find out things about Yoongi, but Yoongi wasn’t used to trusting people so he kept quiet. Uncle Jin seemed distressed with it but made no verbal objections. He showed him what was where and what he was supposed to do. At first he gave Yoongi easy tasks, like giving him instruments when he needed them or bringing something from another room. Uncle Jin himself never had robot servants; he enjoyed doing things on his own. During his second day at Jin’s, he made a minor change in an android that Seokjin had been working on for some time. At first Jin was pissed when he found out Yoongi had touched his new design without permission but when he noticed that android worked better, he inquired where Yoongi learned that from. Yoongi replied saying that in childhood he was surrounded by androids and although it was pretty vague, Seokjin seemed to have caught on as he never asked about his past works again. The next day a very excited Jin came up to him and told him he had something incredible to show him. Yoongi raised his eyebrows but followed the funny old man to his laboratory. There he first saw him. K9 was still in construction; only a part of his corpus was made and his face. At that time he still had his real titanium face; the flesh or rather the flash imitator was usually added at the very end. Yoongi took a closer look at the robot’s parts and he had to admit that Seokjin had every right to be proud of his work. Seokjin enthusiastically showed him his sketches and plans for K9 and when he heard Yoongi’s ideas and the very small compliment he immediately told the boy that he could help him with K9 if he felt like it. Yoongi was flattered; he agreed. So the whole year he spent helping Seokjin to make the perfect android. He spent countless days shut in the stuffy lab with music on blast as he worked on K9’s corpus. His only destruction was Jimin who pretty frequently visited him to bring him lunch or simply watch him work. He often asked Jimin if he hadn’t got anything better to do, to which Jimin always replied that looking at Yoongi was the best thing he could do. And every time Yoongi had to hide his face, because damn him if he let Jimin see how much he affected him.

“Yes,” replied Namjoon, in careful voice.

“Hoseok didn’t steal him, did he?” asked Yoongi with furrowed brows.

He really hoped the robot was okay. After all it was Seokjin’s work of 5 years.

“No. After you lost consciousness, he easily freed himself from the boy’s grip and then attacked Hoseok. He was punching him restlessly and the people passing by had to pry him away from Hoseok. He was pissed at him for telling you those things,” replied Namjoon.

“Is Hoseok alright?”

“He run away as soon as people managed to take hold of Jimi- I mean K9.”

“Good,” he was really glad Hoseok got away. “Where is K9 by the way?”

“He is in his room. Do you want to see him?” Seokjin sounded curious.

“No.”

“I figured.”

Yoongi definitely wasn’t ready to face K9, not now that for sure. He didn’t know what he would do if he saw the robot who had Jimin’s face. It’d break him to see Jimin’s face but understand that the real one was dead. There was something else bothering him too. He had kissed him. Jimin had died only a few months ago and he already had feelings for someone else. Technically he thought they were the same person and he had no idea who he really was but it still counted. He kissed a robot in the same room he had kissed and cuddled Jimin, the same room he made love to him.

What would Jimin think? Jimin got half-seriously jealous every time Yoongi hugged Hoseok or called him his soulmate. He really couldn’t blame Jimin for not trusting him fully. He was bad at showing his emotions and he often wondered if Jimin knew just how much he loved him. Jimin always told him that he knew that Yoongi was a ‘soft-cuddle bear’ underneath, but did he really understand just how much Yoongi adored him? There were many things he felt sorry for and Jimin’s insecurities were the biggest of them. And now he unintentionally cheated on his fiancé with someone or rather something that looked just like him.

This was too confusing. His head was aching from all the thoughts and worries.

He decided to go to his room and try to sleep. Maybe in the morning his head would be clearer and his messy life would actually make sense.

He excused himself from the room not without saying goodnight to Seokjin and Namjoon. When he reached his door he saw a tray in front of it. There was a cup of cocoa on it. He crouched down and read the note that said ‘Hot drinks help humans to feel better. Please drink this’. Yoongi didn’t need to look to his left to see a head poking through the door down the hall. He could feel K9’s eyes on him, but he didn’t want to look back. He was too tired, too confused, too overwhelmed to look at the one that was and was not Jimin. He stood up and went to his room, not taking the tray with him. He didn’t see the way K9’s expectant look turned into disappointment or that the android sighed.  

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The next day Seokjin was making breakfast while Namjoon was sitting near the round table – smoking.

“Do you think he’ll get better?”

Namjoon didn’t need to say who he meant; Yoongi was all they talked about.

“I think he will. Eventually,” Seokjin was sure, although he himself didn’t know why.

At that the door opened and K9 walked in.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim, Doctor Kim.”

He bowed to the men and sat by Namjoon’s side. Namjoon still had a hard time looking at the android; he was way too similar to his son.

He sighed and shook his head. Jimin wouldn’t want him to be sad. He would want him to try to be happy again and take care of Yoongi. Jimin was the only reason Namjoon agreed to the whole mascaraed. The moment Seokjin suggested making his newly finished android to look like Jimin, Namjoon immediately refused. He knew from the beginning that seeing his son’s copy would remind him of his death, but at the same time he couldn’t bare to look at Yoongi. The poor boy had completely lost it. He didn’t eat food and kept insisting that he wasn’t human and had no idea who he was. It was horrible. Seeing Yoongi in his state made him think that his son’s fate was somehow better. So that’s why he in the end agreed to Seokjin’s pretty easy and yet pretty risky plan of agreeing with Yoongi’s version of reality.

Namjoon shook his head again. He was getting carried away by his thoughts. He lit another cigarette as Seokjin put a cup of dark coffee in front of him. Seokjin seated himself beside K9.

“Did he drink your cocoa?”

 “No,” said K9 in his usual voice, though if you listened carefully you could catch the notes of disappointment in it.

“Don’t worry too much. He just needs time.” said Seokjin ruffling K9’s hair.

 “But I figured he was cured already. He was alright before the incident with his friend. Why would he need more time? He already knows who is who, what’s there to think about.”

“Ah, you have a lot to learn about humans, my child.”

“I want to learn quicker so I can help him properly. This is taking too long,” K9 was pouting.

All the time K9 spent pretending to be Jimin clearly affected him. He even behaved and thought like Jimin.

“Maybe I should kiss him again,” K9 was thinking out loud.

At that Seokjin chocked on his coffee, while Namjoon gasped and accidentally chocked on his cigarette. K9 tilted his head wondering what made them so surprised.

“You did what?” Seokjin recovered quicker than his friend.

“We kissed. Isn’t it a thing you humans do before you start having se-“

Yoongi loudly cleared his throat at that. He was standing in the doorway with an apparent blush on his cheeks.  

“Anyways, I’m heading out so I came to worn you.”

“Where are you going?” asked K9.

“I need to clear my head. I won’t take long,” said Yoongi without looking at him.

Neither of them saw Yoongi in 2 years.