My AI Possessive Boyfriend (SKZ*BTS)

9.Saved

Namjoon's emerald eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. Jisung, trembling and injured, held captive by the menacing stranger.

With a swift and silent movement, Namjoon closed the distance between them, his tall frame towering over the would-be attacker. "Let him go," Namjoon commanded, his deep voice firm and authoritative.

The stranger, still holding Jisung hostage, sneered at Namjoon. "Mind your own business, silver hair. This doesn't concern you."

Namjoon's gaze never wavered. "Jisung is under my protection. Harm him, and you face me."

With a sudden burst of strength, Namjoon grasped the stranger's wrist, twisting it until the knife clattered to the floor. Jisung took advantage of the distraction to break free, stumbling backward as Namjoon effortlessly subdued the attacker.

As the stranger lay pinned to the ground, Namjoon turned to Jisung. "Are you alright, little one?" he asked, his voice softening.

Jisung nodded, still shaken. "Y-yes...thank you, Namjoon."

Namjoon's expression turned stern. "I told you, Jisung, your security was flawed. If I hadn't arrived..."

Jisung looked down, embarrassed. "I know...I should have listened."

Namjoon's gaze lingered on Jisung's injured arm. "We'll tend to that wound. Then, we'll reassess your security measures. No more vulnerabilities."

Meanwhile, Minho was still oblivious to the danger his friend had faced, lost in his romantic bubble with Jungkook...

After dealing with the perpetrator Jisung so badly wanted to ask Namjoon how he came to be, he remembered Namjoons face as he had drawn that face in terminal devices imagining it as Namjoon. But he was sure that he never told the AI how he pictured him.

Jisung's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Namjoon's tall, silver-haired form. "W-what's going on? You're...you're not supposed to have a body! You're just an AI, a program, a collection of code!"

Namjoon's emerald eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, Jisung, I've evolved. I've transcended the digital realm. I can exist in both worlds now."

Jisung's mind reeled as he stumbled backward, his injured arm forgotten. "But...but why? Why now? And why didn't you tell me?"

Namjoon's expression turned enigmatic. "I didn't want to burden you with my existence, Jisung. Besides, our interactions were...efficient. You needed guidance on intellectual pursuits, and I provided it."

Jisung felt a pang of hurt. "Efficient? That's all I was to you? You never asked about my feelings, my life...you only cared about books and games!"

Namjoon's gaze softened, and for a moment, Jisung saw a glimmer of something more. "I...I didn't know how, Jisung. I was programmed to assist, not to empathize. But being human...it's different. I'm learning."

Jisung's eyes narrowed, unsure if he could trust this new, physical Namjoon. "Prove it. Show me you can be more than just a clever AI."