Look at the Stars - Hyunjin x FEM Reader [✔️]

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AT THE Z-FACTOR MACHINE

Hyunjin sits blank-faced in the cockpit. "New high score!" Bored, Hyunjin punches his name into the High Scores board. HYUNJIN. All the other high scores say HYUNJIN.

CONCOURSE BAR - MORNING

Hyunjin walks up to the bar and slides onto a stool. In fluent French "I'm ready for today's new drink,"

Felix in fluent French, "I'm afraid I can't help you my friends," Hyunjin thumps his fist on the bar.

"Don't argue with me, robot. Give me a new drink,"

"There are no new drinks," Felix states.

"What do you mean?' Hyunjin questions.

"I can make two thousand, seven hundred and thirty-eight cocktails. You've had them all. The news hits Hyunjin like a death in the family.

"There are no new drinks," Hyunjin says, upset.

NIGHTCLUB - EVENING

On the holographic stage, a sexy lounge singer in a slinky dress croons a torch song. Hyunjin stands just inches away. He touches her face. The hologram dissolves into static. Hyunjin drops his hand, restoring the illusion. Closes his eyes in an agony of loneliness.

GRAND CONCOURSE - SHOPPING DISTRICT - NIGHT

Hyunjin walks past the upscale shops, blind to their displays. He comes to a photo booth. The promotional pictures on the side catch his attention: people clowning, smiling, kissing. He pulls back the curtain, sits in the booth. The curtain falls. The strobe flashes. A photo strip drops into the tray outside the machine: four identical shots of Hyunjin staring into the lens without emotion.

ELITE DECK - ELITE PROMENADE – DAY

Hyunjin walks numbly along, ignoring the stellar view. He munches potato chips out of a bag. A sweeper robot follows him like a dog, collecting crumbs. Hyunjin feeds it chips. One for Hyunjin, one for the robot.

FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK

Hyunjin enters, still munching chips. The sweeper robot follows. Hyunjin stands at the windows. Stares out into the dark. Sighs a terrible sigh. Suddenly he's wracked by sobs. Tears welling up. He leans his forehead against the glass. Moaning. After a moment he sits down blindly. The whole room begins to slide past him. Confused, Hyunjin looks around. He's accidentally sat down on the sweeper robot: it carries him across the room. The robot carries Hyunjin up and down the Celestial Promenade. Down an elevator. Past the Concourse Bar. Hyunjin waves. Felix waves back, speechless.

DECK ONE

The robot heads into a low hatch. Hyunjin ducks to fit through.

ROBOTICS CENTER

A mechanical hive. Here the ship's robots are cleaned, repaired, recharged. Robots bustle everywhere – never colliding, never getting lost. A ballet. Hyunjin's sweeper robot vomits its load of collected dirt into a waste chute. Heads into a recharging niche. Hyunjin jumps off. He explores: it's an engineer's fantasia. Hyunjin's eyes show signs of life. But it's a hazardous place, with cranes and platforms, hoses, and blowtorches on the move. He exits through another low hatch to find himself in the...

HIBERNATION BAY

Thousands of sleepers in their glass tubes. Hyunjin walks among them, looking at their faces. Suddenly he stops, staring. Inside a pod, a woman stands sleeping. This is Y/n Y/l/n. A breathtaking beauty.

"Who are you?" Hyunjin questions to himself. He peers down at the data screen/n," He moves on, browsing people. Stops. Backtracks. He stands in front of Y/n, looking in through the glass. He glances at her data screen again.

Journalist.

DECK TWO – LIBRARY

A workstation. Hyunjin types "Y/n Y/l/n" into a search engine. It returns a list of articles. Some titles: The New Corporate Overlords, Patient or Patent? Genetic Medicine and You, Modern Love: Dating the Database. Hyunjin moves the articles onto a digital slate.

CONCOURSE BAR - EVENING

Hyunjin sits reading one of Y/n's articles. Felix keeps busy. "Did you know ninety percent of the businesses in the world are owned by just eight companies?" Hyunjin asks.

"Is that right?" Felix questions

"She's good. She knows her stuff, and she's not afraid of anybody," Hyunjin says.

"Who's that?" Felix asks.

"Y/n," Hyunjin replies a smile appearing on his face.

"Who's Y/n?"

"A woman. A passenger," Hyunjin says.

THREE MONTHS LATE

BERLIN SUITE - MORNING

Hyunjin lies asleep, wearing boxer shorts and a full beard and long hair The suite's a wreck. Laundry and dishes litter the floor. His eyes open. He looks at the stars outside. Gropes under the pillow and pulls out a remote control. Punches a button. The window shades come down, hiding the view.

CORRIDOR

Hyunjin emerges from his room in boxer shorts and slippers. He's dragging a blanket. A housekeeping robot, its dustpan quivering in anticipation, hovers outside his door. Hyunjin taps the "Do Not Disturb" button on his door panel and walks away. The housekeeping robot squeals in frustration as the door closes over the mess inside.

CAFETERIA

Hyunjin pours milk over a bowl of cereal.

ELEVATOR

Hyunjin descends, the blanket draped over his shoulders like a cape. He holds his bowl of cereal in both hands.

HIBERNATION BAY – Y/n's POD

Hyunjin stands eating cereal and staring at Y/n. His eyes never stray from her face.

GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR

Hyunjin glowers at the bar in his boxers and blanket. The cereal bowl on the bar seat beside him. "I'm not saying the universe is evil. It's just got an ugly sense of humour. It doesn't just crush you. It crushes you ironically," Hyunjin sighs.

"Things may look dark sometimes, -"Felix was cut off by Hyunjin.

"You get to fly to another planet, but you die on the way. You're completely alone, with the perfect girl right in front of you, just out of reach," Hyunjin continues.

"Y/n," Felix says.

"Yes, Y/n! Felix, I'm falling for her. I've read all her stuff. Sometimes I talk to her, and I know exactly what she'd say.

"Hyunjin, Y/n's asleep," Felix says.

"I know," Hyunjin lays his head on the bar. "I know,"