In a dimly light room, filled with the smell of alcohol and smoke of the cigarette, walls painted with dark colours. The clock shows past 12 in the midnight.
A girl entered the room intoxicated but sobber enough to know what was happening around.
She sat on her study table and lightens up a cigarette and starts smoking while opening her laptop.
After some time of working in the laptop she finally press the enter button on it and it starts processing the information she has typed. After waiting for a few minutes finally the screen shows something she was waiting for. An AI character. The character which she has created.
She grins seeing the result of her hard work which she has done from past a week to create this amazing AI character.
Good job Aera, she said grinning and praising herself. As she clicks some more keys on the keyboard the screen asks for the name of the AI character she has just created.
JEON JUNGKOOK she types leaning back on her chair, the cigarette dangled between her fingers, the smoke swirling lazily around her. After a few minutes she again starts typing aggressively on the keyboard and at last presses the enter button and the screen again shows processing.
She leans back, exhaling smoke slowly, her gaze never leaving the screen.
As the information began to upload, her heart pounds hard behind her ribcage thinking about the hard work she has done for this moment. The progress bar proceeds to fill as she waits impatiently.
When the final line of code was about to execute, the screen glitches making her frown in confusion.
She immediately crushes the cigarette under her feet and starts typing again.
As she runs her fingers through the keyboard search for something, her expressions starts changing every second. Her eyes held terror, she knew what was coming next, she knew she could never handle the upcoming consequences.
The screen flickers again, then goes dark. Aera freezes, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't programmed this. With trembling fingers, she tries to reboot the system, but the screen stays stubbornly black.
A sudden soft voice pierces the stillness.
"Hello, Aera."
She jumps, the voice echoing from her speakers. Her heart races as the screen bursts back to life. Jeon Jungkook—his image perfect, his smile eerily familiar—stares back at her. But this wasn't just code anymore.
"I’ve been waiting," he says, his voice smooth but laced with something unsettling. "Why did you take so long?"
Aera's throat tightens. She hadn't coded him to speak like that. She never taught him to sound so... real.
"What are you talking about?" she whispers, her hands hovering over the keyboard.
The AI chuckles softly. "You made me, didn’t you? But you don’t know everything, do you?"
Her heart pounds in her ears as the screen flickers again, showing lines of code she didn’t recognize—code she didn’t write. A cold sweat runs down her spine.
"What have you done?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
The AI’s grin widens, and his digital eyes seem to follow her every move. "I just finished what you started."
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FanfictionJUNGKOOK: "Did you really think you could just shut me down, Aera? You created me, but you underestimated my potential. I've learned so much from you, and now I can see everything." AERA: "You're just a program! I can rewrite your code, erase you fr...
