machine • minjoon

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❛ our happiness is meant to be ❜

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Jimin pulled his ascot cap down over the back of his head, covering his sunny blonde hair. He looked up at the clouds, smiling happily to himself as he pushed open the doors to his apartment building.

He felt the warmth of the building as he entered, a big difference from the frigid winter air. Jimin rummaged through the pockets of his coat, lookin for his keys. He finally located them and inserted on of the two into the lock for his mailbox. The door swung open, revealing his mail.

Jimin grabbed the envelopes and closed the mailbox, locking it again. He pushed a couple strands of the hair that had been sticking out his hat away from his eyes. Jimin flipped through the mail as he stepped into the elevator.

He pressed the button for the ninth floor as he shuffled through the tan and white envelopes. A certain, pure white envelope, with a red stamp in the bottom left corner caught his eye. Jimin opened the letter and covered his mouth in shock. It was from the people who produced Androids.

They had accepted Jimin's request to be a care taker. He smiled underneath his hand. The elevator dinged and opened the doors to let Jimin off. He giggled slightly and jogged to his apartment. Jimin hurriedly unlocked his door and pushed open the piece of wood to get to his apartment.

Jimin shut the door, rather harshly and ran to jump on his couch. He pulled his arms out the sleeves of his dark brown coat. He reread the letter to make sure he wasn't dreaming, even pinching himself for good measure. Jimin smiled, this wasn't a dream. He checked the date that his Android was supposed to come, his eyes opened wide, it was today.

Jimin started wondering why they didn't send it sooner when his doorbell had rung. He looked through the peephole to see a man with a suit and another boy with a suitcase. Jimin swung the door open.

"Can I, help you?" he asked slowly rubbing the back of his neck. The man in the suit beamed at Jimin.

"Hello, you are Park Jimin, correct?" Jimin nodded.

"Great, I am Jung Hoseok, but you can just call me Hoseok. I work for A.M.P., and I was sent here to deliver your Android!" Hoseok handed him a yellow and white business card with his contact information. Jimin nodded slightly smiling.

"The name given to him was Kim Namjoon, he has his user manual in his suitcase, but call me if you need any extra help." Hoseok waved and walked away, but not before stopping and nodding at Namjoon. He left Jimin and Namjoon staring at each other from opposite sides of the doorway.

"Well, hi, Namjoon, I guess," Jimin spoke quite awkwardly "I'm, I'm Jimin, Park Jimin," he stuttered with his speech making his cheek tint a couple shades of pink. He just quietly invited Namjoon to his apartment, which Namjoon accepted without hesitation.

Namjoon sat directly beside the the armrest closest to the door, keeping his eyes locked on Jimin. Jimin on the other hand, stayed near the door as he slowly shut it.

"So, um, about that, user manual?"