A State of Future Existing

Prologue Part 1

This is based of a book series but make it gay. So, I give full credits to the original author. Which is Marissa Meyers go check out her work if you want to. This also doesn't really make sense because in this series Seungmin, Felix, and I.N. are all older than Hyunjin I this fic.

"Are you ready to meet your new family?"

He tore his gaze away from the window, where snow was heaped up on a bamboo fences and a squat android was clearing a path through the slush, and looked at the man seated opposite him. Though he'd been kind to him throughout their trip, two days of being passed between a hover, a maglev train, two passenger ships, and yet another hover, he still had a nervous smile that made him fidget.

Plus, he kept forgetting his name.

" I don't remember the old family," he said adjusting his heavy left leg so that it didn't stick out quite so far between their seats.

His lips twisted awkwardly into an expression that was supposed to be reassuring, and this ended their conversation. His attention fell down to a device he stopped looking at, with a screen that cast a greenish glow over his face. He wasn't a very old man, but his eyes always seemed tired, and his clothes didn't fit him right. Though he had been clean-cut when he first came to claim him, he was now in need of a razor.

He returned his gaze to the snow-covered street. The suburb struck him as crowded and confused. A series of short one-stop shacks would be followed by a mansion with a frozen water fountain in its courtyard and red-tiled roof. After that, a series of clustered town houses and maybe a top-down apartment complex, before many tiny shacks took over. It all looked like someone had taken every kind of residence they could think of and spilled them across a grid or roads, not caring where anything landed.

He suspected that his new home wasn't anything like the rolling farmland they'd left behind in Europe, but he'd been in such a right-hand daze that he couldn't remember much of anything before the train ride. Except that it had been snowing there, too. He was already sick of the snow and the cold. They made his bones ache where his fleshy parts were connected to his steel prosthetics.

He shoveled his gaze back to the man seated across from him. "Are we almost there?"

The man nodded without looking up. "Almost, Hyunjin."

Enfolding his fingers on the scar tissue on his wrist, he waited, hoping he would say something else to ease his nerves, but he didn't seem to notice anyone's anxiety above his own. He imagined calling him Dad, but the word was laughably unfamiliar, even inside his head. He couldn't even compare him with his real father, as his memory had been reduced to a blank slate during the ihim ntrusive surgeries, and all he had left of his parents was their sterile identity profiles, with plain photos that held no recognition and a tag at the top labeling them as DECEASED. They'd been killed in the hover crash that had also claimed his leg and hand.

As confirmed by all official records, there was no one else. No aunts or uncles or friends- at least, none willing to claim him. Perhaps there wasn't a human being in all of Europe who would have taken him in, and that's why they'd had to search as far as South Korea before they found him a replacement family.

He squinted, straining to remember who they were. The faceless people who had pulled him from the wreckage and turned him into this. Doctors and surgeons, no doubt. Scientists. Programmers. There must have been a social worker involved, but he couldn't recall for sure. His memory gave him only dizzy glimpses of the French countryside and this stranger sitting across from him, entranced by the device in his hands.