# 4
MM&YxMagician
Donghae's attention's partly on his work. He keeps hearing Hyukjae. From the kitchen. He strains to hear Eunhyuk. They're supposedly cleaning up. Donghae excused himself to get some work done.
He has to redo a few pages. His editor sent notes back. For revision. Donghae scrolls through. Checks the sections. It's about an hour worth of work. Because it's just a rough draft. He can get that done quickly. Send it. Start planning the next chapter too. He just doesn't want to fall behind. It gets Hyukjae too worried.
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Hyukjae is helpful. He is gentle. He is... happy.
Eunhyuk keeps watching him. Listening to him. Hyukjae is smiling at him. So widely. He's talking to him. Eunhyuk hasn't seen smiles like this. Hyukjae smiles more with Donghae. But now... he smiles for Eunhyuk. He's even smiling more than he did earlier. With Donghae.
"Thank you so much, Eunhyuk! You are very good at doing dishes too! Here, make sure you dry your hands!"
Hyukjae takes his hands. Pats them dry carefully. His fingertips are pink. His palms, too. Eunhyuk's hands appear white in comparison.
"Are you cold?" Hyukjae asks. Holds his hand. "Was the water too cold?"
Eunhyuk shakes his head. "No. Eunhyuk is an android. Eunhyuk's blood flow is different."
Hyukjae usually says, "right!" He confirms what Eunhyuk says. Expands on it. But now Hyukjae's eyes are round. His head is tilted. He blinks.
"Um, one s-second," Hyukjae says. Holds up a finger. Turns. Leaves.
One second.
It has been several seconds.
Now, it has been two minutes.
Five minutes.
Fifteen.
Eunhyuk feels discomfort again. In his chest. His eyes are wet.
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Hyukjae runs past. Goes into the bedroom. Donghae's barely able to focus now. So he tilts back. Tries to see the kitchen.
Did he just leave Eunhyuk? Is he okay?
Donghae stands. Looks towards the kitchen. Then the bedroom.
"Hyukkie?" he calls.
There are thuds. Hyukjae's feet hurry. Out of the bedroom. He's holding his phone.
"Hae!" He comes to him. Grabs his arm. "Why aren't you working?"
"W-Well, I was trying -- what's the matter?"
Hyukjae looks towards the kitchen. Pulls Donghae to the side.
"Hae... he said he's an android, right? And now he said he's an android again and I don't get it... isn't that a phone? I looked it up and they've got this green... robot..." Hyukjae shows him his phone. "And he said that Hyukjae didn't create him but developed his brain? W-What does mean?"
Donghae hasn't thought about it.
"I'm not sure," Donghae says. "You said, in your dream, there is a scientist you, and Eunhyuk... who was not made by the scientist Hyukjae, but just that his brain was? And he's saying android, so yeah, I'd be thinking... a robot, too. Was there... anything like that in your dream?"
Hyukjae shakes his head. "I don't remember much from the dream, and I don't think the dream matters..."
"Why? Isn't this... out of your dream?"
Hyukjae sighs. Appears troubled. "No, I-I don't think it's like that -- but Hae, I don't get this android part. Was he made or was his brain made? What's the... robot?" Hyukjae glances towards the doorway. "He's not... a machine..." He blinks back at Donghae. "Is he? Because he doesn't... feel like that. He has to be... a-a person... right? M-Maybe something happened to him and... and his brain needed... stuff..."
Donghae gets a strange sense. It feels like... deja vu. Until he realizes--
Of course. This would be familiar. Because it's almost the same. Donghae wondered these questions. Asked himself all of this. Several years ago. When Hyukjae would turn from a mannequin... to a person.
Donghae smiles. Clasps Hyukjae's hand.
"Babe, I get it. That's hard and it'd be nice to have answers. But... if he's not giving those to you or he can't, don't worry about it. Whether he's an android or a person or a robot or even real if he's from a dream -- it doesn't matter. He's here now, he doesn't know how, we don't know how, but he's the one who needs us. So let's just focus on that and do whatever you can for him, okay? We're already off to a great start. You know it's something to do with your dream, we can actually communicate with him, and he's not turning into a mannequin or... or something we can't speak to, and he seems to feel better when he sees us."
Hyukjae's gazing at him. His eyes are wide. Slowly, a smile forms on his lips. He suddenly brings Donghae closer. Hugs him. Squeezes him. Moans softly.
"Hae..."
"What?" Donghae chuckles.
"You're so amazing..."
"You are too, baby."
"No
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