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; electric lovers [m] — part 1

An epidemic breaks out. The world is plunged into chaos. One giant corporation seizes its chance and puts you into quarantine, promising to heal the symptoms you begin to show. Just before you agree to undergo the crucial surgery, an android named Taehyung reveals the truth about the illness to you. A truth that makes you want to escape with him.

pairings: tae x reader ft. yoongi & jk

genre: dystopian au | sci-fi, smut (poly), action, angst

words: 4.1k

warnings ⚠️ torture, mentions of vomit, abduction, nobody dies, it’s just a glorious foursome wait for it, swearing

a/n: This one’s heavy on the worldbuilding. If something is unclear at first, stick around, terms explain themselves in the course of the plot 👍 [edit btw: this was written two years before the pandemic, it doesn’t have anything to do with corona.]

“Unit A. The virus will break down your body in the next two cycles.

Three at best. We can still transfer you past the Source Gate. But if you survive, you must stay there.”

“I can’t come back?”

“You can’t.”

“What are the odds, officer?”

“Six out of ten. It’s up to you.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“Unit T will arrive to pick you up after the first term.”

Half a mile away in a sterile cubicle sits the officer who presses a button. The speaker ceases to drone above your head. Click. End of conversation. Eventually, the glass cage no longer vibrates from the noise.

You’re here in confines. Hanging from the ceiling at a 45 feet chain. The itch of your skin is unbearable by now, but there’s no way to reach it. Two androids clad in layers of protective silver came to strap your hands to either side of the glass box, loose enough to reach for food but tight enough not to do any scratching. That was about seven cycles ago.

The glass is carbon-enforced, unbreakable no matter how hard you would pull. All cameras would alert the doctors anyways. You tried it once — and never again.

The only thing they said would be an option was anesthesia using radioactive exposure. Prolonged, not just a cycle or two. The sole method able to work at the distance your illness required at this stage. That’s why they put you in the air where vertigo, claustrophobia, and buckets full of vomit became the daily business.

You could be glad that there was an oxygen pipe attached just above you, and a stack of artificial bread in the corner. It’s already dry to chew on. But at least the air is not stuffy.

Around the second term before sleeping, you got an announcement and then a gush of fresh water through the pipe right behind the oxygen supply. Now the clock outside the cage indicates the end of term five. It used to be time for rest during the last cycles you spent in the facility. Lights out. But today, you will exit the Cryptodome headquarters at last.

And see Unit T to take you to the Gate.

The officer did not reveal that this would be your last cycle in the cage until this very moment.

They did not tell you that the chain could move so fast either. It rattles first, shaking the cage from its usual dangles into a state of jolting, leaving all the bread scattered. You didn’t manage to shove it back into its box earlier. All pipes for oxygen, water, food, and waste disengage from the outside.

The clock snares to display the first term. Downward goes the cage. All the way into the dark tunnel you dreaded falling into since you woke up in these six transparent walls. For now, you are glad to hold onto the straps through this turbulence. The dome is large, and you’re its tiny pendulum.

All darkness lasts only a few heartbeats until the familiar glare of neon surrounds the cage. The adjacent streets appear as empty to your sensitive eyes. Seoul hasn’t changed. Both of the straps drop away when the entire construct touches the ground. Something unlocks.

The languid glass opens on the left side. You stuff some bread into your pockets, feeling the ache of both wrists hinder you. The fresh air does not soothe the itch of your skin as you had hoped. Neither does the taunting daylight that permeates the cage. But before you can get out to scratch, the boom of an ion engine disturbs the scene.

You already knew the establishment was maximum security. But this vehicle makes you forget all glass cage fusses, blaring clocks, all steel doors. What rolls around the corner is almost a tank. Well, almost. This is the Age of Cerium, with continents no longer being haunted by men’s wars. It’s just the virus that’s causing problems here up north.

So the behemoth that stops close before the cage is not a battle machine per se. The plates encapsulating the front like shields appear fairly luminous, in fact. The entire machine produces an uproar even when standing. Wheels emit blinding lights. They somewhat match the bleeding red neon of the Cryptodome. You’ve heard of what this is.

It’s a black Voltage 6 model, made by Watt Enterprises. Used to transport prisoners in the Wire Boroughs where everyone calls it Volt for short. Even if the itching numbs most memory, you recall the small distillery there. Beloved Boroughs. But it feels frugal compared to who exits the vehicle.

Unit T, sent from the Hills. Designed to perfection. Immune, platinum cumulation of all beauty. No feature is disparate in his symmetry. An android constructed to last forever in his flaxen technological glory. The daylight renders him the brightest thing you’ve seen in the last terms since they brought you here. The way he moves, smooth and without seeming error.

You’re just a human with two cycles left, taken from a home far away. Stuck in filthy medical clothing that closely resembles jail attire. A descendant of the Creator, but long surpassed and orphaned. Not a match for this Unit. Merely a patient. Barely living.

The more you gaze at him, the more unimportant your fate is, but there’s a realization. You could have never reached this status and roamed free. That becomes more and more lucid with every breath. But there’s no time to think about it further.

He already steps closer on light feet, hands opening to greet.

The alloy of gold rotates clockwise in his eyes. And then, he speaks with subtle metallic depth.

“I’m Unit T. But I prefer Taehyung when I drive a patient.”

“Unit A. Thank you for the convoy.”

“You’ll be there in no time. Let’s go.”

He smiles, disclosing a uniform row of teeth that’s fortified with carbon. The backdoor pops open at the click of his tongue.

You expected an automatized version of an officer. But Taehyung sounds friendly. He makes it sound too easy. But you have to get to the Source Gate.

At a beckon, you follow his steps inside the Volt with no words.

Right away, you tip over a box of paraphernalia. There are old conductors and plugs inside. Sparking, blade, and bridging plugs, it seems.

A vintage item.

In about the most advanced convoy vehicle on the market. Taehyung bends to sort back the mess fast with magnetic fingertips.

“Your new life has even more cables than that if you make it.”

He guides you to the front seat behind a giant instrument board, then puts the box aside. The automatic belt clicks into its place above your thighs, also locking your hands tight at hip level.

“I collect these,” says Taehyung with a hint of nostalgia when he enables a blue starter to set off. The instrument board responds glowing. “Do you want to drink a bit?”

You’re nodding.

He guides a bottle to your mouth. It seems to resemble what you’ve seen in an Age of Iridium museum isle. The bottle is filled with a plain oxidized emulsion that tastes like nothing. The material feels really odd at your lips, too. It’s really not an object out of this decade. You keep on taking sips, careful not to irritate your sore throat again.

So there he is, next to you. Making your drink at least something better than they supplied the cage with.

A handsome T Unit with a retro schtick.

Maybe a distraction from the itch, if that is possible at this point. Most of the pain centers at your neck and thighs already and won’t move. It keeps on seeping in deeper like acid.

Taehyung screws the bottle shut again after half of it is empty.

“You want to be close to humankind? No other robot would collect this.”

“I associate with them often. It does rub off. I get patients every fourteen cycles or so.”

“The name?”

“Yes. That, too. ‘Taehyung’ was given to me like a title. From a human who had the dermal virus for terms on end. Excruciating. Jeon Jungkook. His infection was one of a kind, needed special treatment.”

“Did he make it?”

“Yes. He found happiness past the Gate. The transformation went well, I heard.”

“What category does he belong to now?”

“Cyborg Category H. Health sector. What will you choose?”

Taehyung first attends to the screen in front of him to tap several yellow fields, then opens his belt to stand up.

“I apply for Category C,” you nod back feeling your own belt retract. The Volt is synced with the lane and at maximum speed. Taehyung doesn’t have to steer anymore.

“Chemistry! I knew you were the type. This will work out, let’s go have a seat. I prepared something. We have a few terms to relax now.”

The back of the vehicle is plain, only adorned with another vintage item that Taehyung brought with him. It’s a green jukebox. A better surprise than the twenty cameras in the dome who got just about every angle of you.

He feeds it a coin to cue a tune you’ve never heard before. They didn’t show audio samples at the museum. Maybe it’s what they called ‘pop’. You sit down on one of the hovering seats feeling like your skin could fall off any second. Keep it together. Just a bit longer. This will work out.

“I’m Robot Category R,” Taehyung pours you something else now from a vitamin carafe. “I do healing as well, which is why I’m here.”

No surprise he makes an impression of leisure. Category R, that’s recreation. Might as well enjoy while it lasts. Your glass fills to the brim.

You’re just a moribund resource anyways. Either decomposing in a ditch, maybe down in some mass grave before the Gate in one cycle. Or paralyzed through surgery from the rib cage downward and altered to live as a machine.

Taehyung smiles. You accept the liquid and chug down the majority of it. After two blinks or so, a feeling of ease tamps down on your back and legs.

“It suppresses the symptoms for as long as it’s going through your body,” he stores back the carafe, then goes to the jukebox with another coin. It plays something upbeat. Outside, the first trees from the Light Forest come into sight. It’s the only glimpse of nature so far. You try to scratch off the last pains from your forearms, but Taehyung comes to hold you by the hands.

“Hey. Don’t do that. You can’t show up at the Source Gate in bruises and scabs. The transformation requires your skin to be intact.”

Before you can answer, a speaker reverberates from the instrument panel.

“The patrol needs confirmation,” Taehyung slips away to operate the screen again.

“Unit T? How is the patient, everything on schedule?” an officer’s voice cracks from the speaker.

“Code eight, everything on schedule.”

“Next patrol will conduct a physical check. Thank you.”

The speaker falls silent, all colors fade from the screen. So that was meant by confirmation. And you learned more than that. All of this has a more intricate plan than it seems. Including a physical check. That patrol guard can choke in a puddle of your vomit.

Taehyung returns appeasing you with another pour from the vitamin carafe. He swiped his hair back while fumbling with the screen. It’s not that he doesn’t feel your frustration, too. The anxiety. But worrying is not an android’s job.

“It’s probably another Category R Unit who will make a brief examination there. There’s no pain involved. And I won’t leave you.”

He does sound hopeful. The pop jukebox keeps on jingling, uncaring of the looming future behind his words. At some point, he will leave. The transformation process didn’t sound particularly convenient either in the words of the officer.

But that’s how the world always works. Only lesser evils. No salvation. But that doesn’t mean you can’t and won’t pull through. If there are more cycles behind the Gate for you to live, then you will experience them for the sake of your mother’s wish alone.

Once the vitamin liquid starts to runs out, it seems that your skin has calmed down. The sting alleviates, at least around the neck. You feel elated enough to be sarcastic.

“Those are the last days and I’m drinking juice,“ you raise the liquid anew with a laugh. “So, cheers!”

Down with the last milliliters. Seoul can kiss your ass. There’s another chance at life out there.

Taehyung’s eyes flicker.

He starts to spill syllables, lower lip loose. You set aside the empty glass. It’s something you’ve never heard. But he keeps on repeating them.

“Ke— hwa— xi— zhi—”

The metallic sound of his voice goes into a crescendo.

“Taehyung!”

“Zha— geo— bhe— itda—”

The light of his body shuts down at the words, then flares up in a split second. He falls backward, scattering plugs. Shit.

The jukebox runs out of music.

You go to grab him by the shoulders. No reaction. Then, his complexion contorts two times before going back to normal. One blink. Two blinks. Taehyung rises at the aid of your arms. He’s exasperated now. All former smiles are gone.

“You, you said the reset password!”

“What?”

“These are the last days! You said the words that reset the Code 8 programme,” he trembles back to full posture. “We have to get out of here, Unit A. They made the virus themselves to capture patients. Past the Gate... the transformation will make you their slave. I am, too.”

“It was a lie?”

“They need people to create the cyborgs. The quarantine was a smokescreen, but they needed it. That’s why your symptoms came out of nowhere and they arrived at your home fast to cage you. To monitor if you’re suitable—”

“So they kidnapped me!”

“They did something similar to engage me here. But cyborg soldiers did it. For my own good, the safety of the people like they told you, too.”

“Where do we go? The patrol comes up in four terms, and the Gate...!”

“I will steer towards the Light Forest,” Taehyung operates the screen to desync from the road. “The frequency is too high to detect the Voltage.”

In the back, plugs keep scattering at the turn. The war was never over. The Source has a reason why it’s called that way. It’s a source for more soldiers. Cyborg Categories A-Z are nothing but special forces.

And one of them appears to have spotted you. Shots start to drum against the Volt from the outside. The patrol must have changed its guard point, there’s no other explanation. The plate shields barely pose any resistance to the perforating blows. And they seem to have no end. The Volt 6 refuses to let Taehyung open the weapon section on the screen.

That’s what happens when you don’t stop for a physical check.

You do keep driving, but Taehyung has problems steering and shutting the ion frequency off.

“They gave me the vehicle just this morning, I have no access to the databank help without Code 8 either!” he fumbles at the buttons hesitating to push any of them. You gaze across the board trying to keep your mind straight.

The distillery. An image you will never forget. Those were the early days in the debauched and smog-ridden Borough. The other kids ridiculed how you spend more time with machines than people. But now they wouldn’t. You know that it’s always the green button for power down.

The screen is not responsive to your touch, so you show Taehyung where to push. The Volt turns more with an ache through its shields, then clatters into the brightness of the Light Forest entrance at the left side of the road.

Something strikes the trunk, hard. And stops you after passing the first neon trees. It’s not too late to exit the damaged car and run. The Light Forest is even more blinding to your eyes, but following Taehyung’s platinum shine helps you stay on track. After a few meters and adjusting to the neon trees, you dare to gaze back to whatever attacked you.

It’s a Cyborg soldier.

Dark-haired, stalwart in posture. Entirely covered with a large chrome armor unlike the soft aluminum of Taehyung’s surface. His ammunition appears to be used up, so he proceeds with an ion spear behind you. More light trees pass, you’re just slower on foot. It’s agonizing.

Too many cycles have weakened your legs in the cage, alongside with the pain. Each step is torture relived. The soldier is faster, barking at you once the bolts of his spear could reach both of you.

“Units, stop on the spot!”

And Taehyung does so. You stumble toward him, land in the dirt of the forest. Crumbs spread everywhere when bread falls out of your pockets.

The soldier closes the distance with mechanic steps. His eyes are dead.

Taehyung scrambles to look at him and seems to notice something. Then you understand.

“It’s him, Jungkook!” he cries, “Jungkook! It’s me, Taehyung! Unit T!”

The soldier doesn’t change his pace. He marches forward staring with the spear in a horizontal position. He took down the Volt with it. This is the Cryptodome’s most powerful firearm, you’ve seen the officers wield it. He activates it by a small turn at the top part, making it gleam in white. The forest air becomes charged.

You shout.

“These are, these are the last days—”

And he collapses with a large clattering noise. The air loses its charge. You both scurry to check up on him.

Unconscious. His armor deflates back to normal mode.

Taehyung holds his face.

“Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook!”

The soldier begins to reboot for moments with his body jerking, then regaining a different sense. He sits up, eyes softening. He’s smaller than you thought up close.

“What, Tae what is this,” he turns, then blinks at Taehyung. It’s not the soldier anymore.

You shrink his ion spear and deposit the remaining hand-sized bit in your soiled jacket. Watt Enterprises did a whack job building a sturdy model 6, but this arm would’ve killed you in five seconds.

Meanwhile, Taehyung updates Jungkook on the recent course of events. Before they get too agitated, you remind Taeyhung that they cannot linger for too long.

You both drag Jungkook to the withered patrol station across the lane. It’s fully equipped, but there’s nobody else. Taehyung attends to Jungkook in the back of the grey Volt 4 parked at the ion watchtower.

After Jungkook gives you a tablet of descriptions, you’ve got somewhat of a grasp on the screen and get the vehicle going without a Code. Blue starter, same operating system. Syncing: disabled. Taehyung says he knows a contact person to go to.

The Volt 4 passes his discarded twin at the forest, then speeds toward the Light Ally going in the opposite direction. The Volt 6 will be a good false trail. Maybe the first patrol is already on their way since Jungkook did not do a confirmation to send to the headquarters.

“My skin will act up soon,” you glance back at Taehyung, “is their virus actually fatal or just a hoax like the caging?”

“It is fatal,” Taehyung says, husky now. “But maybe Jungkook can help. It’s the best coincidence we met.”

“I’ll try. They did educate me in health for the first 300 terms. Then it changed when I thought I was safe.”

“They used the same programme on me. Can you help her? Category H has the special compound built in.”

“If my teeth are still intact after the password shutdown, I try.”

“Teeth?”

“Like this, I need to open the artery,” Jungkook bites down on his right forearm to crack the skin, revealing an artificial surface. You understand. At a second bite, it ruptures to let out a secretion. “Quick, try to gather as much as possible.”

Taehyung takes the driver’s seat now, steering the Volt through the darkening lane. It’s going back to the Hills.

Jungkook’s forearm is sturdy and pulsates loud against your tongue while drinking. It’s hard to take it all in because it comes out in silver gushes. You lap it up, suck, gather more. It resembles the vitamin liquid, but its consistency is much oilier.

More and more squirts out to swallow, and Jungkook grits his teeth. He taps the nape of your neck when the oil runs out with less pressure.

“It should be enough,” he ionizes the spot after you retreat, closing the material. “It will soak up and neutralize the virus for the most part. If Taehyung gave you vitamins beforehand, it’ll use that up, too. It actually helps as a catalyst. Your digestive system will stay still for a dozen terms.”

It already kind of does because of the bread diet you had to put up with in the Cryptodome. But your skin is a lot calmer at least, just tingling. Much like the aftertaste that is slightly bitter, but Jungkook’s beaming nod at you does ease it.

Just a last step is left, he says. The contact person has the necessary tools to complete the healing process. You still feel like throwing up, but most of the thigh pain is gone.

The special compound, you figure, is a less dangerous derivate of Cerium. It’s something that the surgeons behind the gate would have injected your body with as well, it’s just that Category C is generally stocked up with more chemicals than just that. Probably not for scientific, but military purposes after the 300 terms of deception are over.

“How long does it take for you to regenerate it? I’m sorry for taking so much.”

“Half a term, it’s nothing. You said the password, I couldn’t thank you more.”

“And you brought us together,” Taehyung soothes from the driver’s seat. “Jungkook and I. We have a lot of history. But that’s for later. He needs a bit of silence now, I think. Push the armrests down.”

“Oh. Of course. Here,” you set up your chair, making it whirr and fold out for Jungkook to lie down on it. Another shivering reboot begins. The Cerium rebuilds with a chortle from his shoulders where the main reservoirs seem to be.

Jungkook whispers another thank you when your fingers intertwine with his. They’re cold but tender. Taehyung comforts that his reboots won’t take too long, Cerium and its derivates build with ease.

He then begins to activate the speaker for a conversation half of which you don’t understand. You suspect he’s using a coded language.

The Hills are nothing like you imagined them to be. A broad, vaulted landscape glimmers with a platinum surface, harboring upper- and underground homes everywhere.

It takes fairly long to get to your destination. The Volt passes everything convex and concave until the outskirts come into sight. They’re beautiful to look at with their iridescent emerald lanes. You see the Gate towering in the far nebulous background, perhaps seeming closer than it is. Even the Cryptodome cannot compare with its height. You tell Taehyung it was a good idea to come here.

The headquarters would rather search the Wire Borough, the entire Light Forest, and all mountains than the last corner of the area closest to the Gate. Taehyung’s own home in the Hills is long vacant. The officers had accommodated him close to the cubicles. He hasn’t seen the outskirts for so many cycles, he lost count. But the destination Hill marked with number 968 he does find.

You park the Volt underground in a large garage filled with quizzical items. A broken oriental lamp, a globe, sculptures, tainted mirrors. Taehyung negates that they are from his collection. The contact person is even older than him, he says, with the same penchant for dated objects.

Jungkook deactivates the ion engine completely not to send any signals or frequencies, then leaves the garage with the two of you. The Hills are vibrant in the sunlight now.

A delicate silhouette shuffles out of the Hill’s vault. Black loose attire, black hair, and sandals that might as well have AGE OF IRIDIUM FAN CLUB written all over them. Another vintage nerd. It’s no surprise.

He nods at the sight of Taehyung’s bright grin and countless greeting phrases. Then comes toward you lopsided, dragging one leg after him. His voice is deep, sounding drudged when he addresses you.

“Clone, generation M. I worked as an undercover officer 1800 cycles ago, with Taehyung. We communicated through Code 1 earlier.”

Taehyung protests.

“Hey, you’re just Yoongi to us!”

“I didn’t forget,” the man hums, then turns to you again. “And your Unit is?”

“That’s, well. Unit A.”

Silence.

Yoongi’s jaw drops.

“Unit A!?”

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Part 2 linked in mlist.

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Last commentary: This is intended to be the sci-fi counterpart of Jungkook in Sublime [M] where I wrote about government persecution as well, just in a fantasy context. Taehyung and Yoongi appear as side characters there, too. The plots are not related; you can read them as separate stories. There are just many parallel elements. Hope you enjoyed, leave a comment!

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