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Felix slammed Han Jisung into the wall of his lab.

"Explain."

"Explain what?" Jisung retorted.

"Robots and water don't mix, so explain why after resurfacing without using fucking tape I didn't malfunction," Felix growled. "And explain why me, a robot, can reach an orgasm?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Jisung chuckled when Felix's grip on his shirt loosened. He gently pushed the robot away and went to the whiteboard that was filled with writing, sweeping some of it away before scribbling new notes.

"A robot and water don't mix, like you said," Jisung began. "A robot can't reach an orgasm, like you said." He faced Felix. "And a robot can't have mutual feelings for another person unless they're programmed to." He wrote that last bit down.

"..did you program me to-"

"No, I did not," Jisung sighed. "I thought you were smart, Lee Felix. Don't you see?"

"See what?"

When Felix frowned, Jisung sighed again.

"It's obvious. You can do all the things on this list because...."

.

.

.

Felix's eyes widened as Jisung reached up to the back of his neck and tore off his power button.

Chan was beginning to worry.

Felix had sprinted to Jisung as fast as he could, which was scarily quick, after drying himself and borrowing yet another set of Chan's clothes, which the latter didn't mind in the least.

Chan's mind then wandered to his sore body, which was aching like hell. He didn't really mind it though, Felix had done him hard yesterday.

And it felt...


..really good.

His cheeks heated up and he began laughing at himself, shaking his head afterward before his mind drifted to where the robot might be right now. Maybe Felix was just-

The doorbell went off, and Chan screamed. It came out of nowhere.

Stumbling slightly, he unlocked the door and peered outside to see Felix standing there, huffing like he just ran a marathon.

"I'm... back," he wheezed.

"Gods, you must be exhausted," Chan exclaimed, opening the door completely and letting him in.

Felix sat on the couch, slowly regaining his breath when he brought up a topic.

"Hey, Channie?"

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