#absolutechanshik

✬ — My muse conveys one of their wishes to you.

Her footsteps ended sharp, her eyes widening at the sight of the android seemingly sleeping—was it even acceptable to employ ‘sleep’ to a robot? Charging batteries shouldn’t be an element out of the ordinary for any electronic devices, but Junhee tends to forget that he wasn’t human. 

Carefully, she placed the tray with biscuits and tea down, sitting across him. I wonder if he gets neck pain for sleeping like this… His head slightly dipping forward, his back resting against the wall, she wanted to readjust his posture, but she remembered that the chances of electrocution were high. Instead, she remained quiet; making sure her pets wouldn’t disturb the robot from recharging.

In silence, she contemplated him with fascination for a moment. Was there not a time when she wouldn’t be amazed over such matters? She had encountered humanoid beings before—and living with a mutant had definitely failed in decreasing her interest in them. Wasn’t it odd for a human to not fear them despite their heightened capabilities? Who knows when her life would be endangered by one of them if she keeps showing signs of naive hospitality?

Junhee gazed at Chanshik with a heavy heart. A lot of thoughts scrambled with the influence of a desire she tried to suppress at multiple occasions. Words clogged her throat, incapable of expressing her emotions earnestly. She did self-censure for the past months in order to cover most of her negativity. She did not lose hope in people—she lost faith in herself if that made sense.

Attachment became problematic as unfortunate events piled up. She wondered if it was wrong to give such an amount of affection that would definitely not be returned fully in the end. Yet, it did not stop her from meeting new people and befriend them with the same mindset she had prior to her fiancé’s death and the disappearance of close friends… and that hurt.

The risks of receiving pain rather than affection increased, and there were days when she would question about life being cruel and harsh and feelings being merciless and unstoppable. “What will it be if I wasn’t easily attached to people?” Junhee asked despite knowing she wouldn’t get any answer from the other. “Then again, I would be incapable of socializing, discussing with everyone so openly…” She sighed, petting her duck that was now curled up into a feathered ball, his eyes closed.

♪ -- My muse walks in on your muse singing to themselves.

Strolling through the park had become one of Taemin’s nearly daily habits, easily fitting into his routine of walking home from his classes on most days. In fact, it was even quicker to cut through the park than to walk the several blocks around, and he found himself taking the route much more often than originally planned.

On most weekday afternoons, many people were still at work and children were just getting home from school, meaning that the air was typically quiet and relaxing as he shuffled his way home.However, today proved to be different as he strolled down the pathway, shifting his bag slightly to sit more comfortably upon his shoulders.

A voice rang through the air, singing a ballad tune that he may have heard once before on the radio. It was clear and light, a soft tone that had his interest piqued as he rounded the path, coming into view of a young man sitting on a bench, seemingly singing to himself without a care in the world. At first, he had assumed that he must be a street performer looking to make a few measly dollars, but no— this man seemed to just be singing for himself and all of the world to hear.

He continues to walk down the path, steps quiet as he approaches the young man. He doesn’t seem to notice him until he’s just to the right of the bench, peering down at him with an amused expression.

The singer halts his belting and blinks up at him, mouth paused exactly where it had stopped. He quickly snaps it shut once he realizes he’s gaping, and Taemin can’t help but chuckle. 

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING

Youngjae swore he didn’t mean to. He really didn’t. Oh god, what was he going to do?

He lifted his head up from his hands and spared a glance over his shoulder only to be met with the limp form of Chanshik. Fuck.

“No, no, no! What do you mean you lost it?" Youngjae paced back and forth, biting his fingernails. If he didn't find that hard drive soon, he'd fail his class and he'd fail his course and he wouldn't get a job and then he'd fail at life! 

"I'm sorry! It was an accident!" The other man raised his hands up in front of his chest, his expression sheepish. "Look, I'll head back to my place and check everywhere. I'll text you if I can't find it, okay?" Youngjae nodded, waving the other away. Oh god, he was so screwed. 

He looked up and watched as the other ran in the direction of his apartment. He silently hoped to whichever god was listening that all hope wasn't lost. "Please be there, please be there.." He murmured to himself, aimlessly walking back and forth. His gaze was glued to the ground, his mind cluttered with a thousand ways this situation could end. He particularly dreaded the one where he'd end up living in a cardboard box. 

It doesn't register in his brain that his strides are becoming wider with each pessimistic thought. He didn't realize he bumped into someone. At least, not until he felt an electric current go through his arm.

His head snapped up. "Ow--" Youngjae brought his hand to his chest. It stung. "What the hell was that?" He glared at the offending elbow that bumped into his arm.

"Sorry.. Didn't mean to."

That voice was familiar. Youngjae's eyes focused on the not-so-stranger's face until he recognized him. "Chanshik? Do you get off electrocuting people you bump into?"

"No-- I'm kinda malfunctioning today... I don't know what's wrong."

He scoffed. He felt too high-strung. He probably needed to retreat somewhere until he could cool down. "God, that fucking hurt." He hissed, rubbing his arm tenderly.

Chanshik mumbled another sorry before trying to move past the other. He kind of already guessed Youngjae wasn't in a good mood.

Youngjae didn't know where it came from but he wished he could take it back. A small venomous side of him made him stick his foot out. Chanshik tripped and fell right into a muddy puddle. Youngjae immediately regretted it when he saw the sparks.

"Oh my god, did you see that?" People were starting to whisper. This wasn't like Youngjae at all. Why did he do that?

"Chanshik? Get up. Sorry-- I didn't know why I did that." He rushed over to the other's side, cheeks aflame with shame. He held a hand out, expecting Chanshik to grab it and stand up. He didn't.

"Chanshik?" Youngjae prodded the other's side gently with his foot. Chanshik wasn't responding.

1. Are looks important in a relationship?  Nah, 2. Are relationships ever worth it?  if you’re dedicated to the person, then yeah

AU Drabble - System Malfunction

Speckled sunlight through the curtains of his bedroom, the tick of the coffee maker finishing making his ear twitch, Hyeong Seop rubbed his eyes with the back of his knuckles until the blur of sleep had finally faded away. He blinked slowly, lying no his back and staring at the patters in the ceiling for a few minutes. He let out a small sigh and, reluctantly, sat up, pulling his laptop from the side of his bed on the floor and onto his lap. HE logged into his Daum and saw the notification for a message. As he read the message, his jaw continued to drop slack. He had received a message from the creators of his friend and humanoid 002 Astron, Gong Chansik, and it scared him. 

Dear friend of Absolute Boyfriend 002 Astron Gong Chansik,

Upon recently reviewing Chansik's recordings over the past weeks, we noticed a corrupted file in his data. To prevent further system corruption, we exacted extreme measure and have deleted his recordings and memories for the last two months. 

Hopefully this does not affect you too greatly, Please feel free to reintroduce yourself to Chansik if necessary,

- Kronos Heaven

Two Months - Hyeong Seop whispered the words to himself under his breath. That was far before he had met Chansik, meaning all memories of he himself had been erased. He bit his lip as he moved his laptop off his lap and went to wash up before he went to visit. He wasn't exactly sure what to do. Was there a way at all to retrieve the deleted data? Was it stored in some sort of secret location in his system? Or would he have to completely reintroduce himself and start over... 

He finished getting dressed, packed some pasta that he had made for Gongchan once, and left his apartment to go to visit him and see what he could do about their friendship. He knocked on his door and let out the smallest gasp when Gongchan's face did not at all register. He spoke anyway. 

FIRST PERSON TO SAY “MINE NOW” IN THE ASK BOX OWNS ME FOR 5 DAYS