fix // jikook

001.

An abundance of junk and old metallic scraps seemed to run for miles and miles as Jungkook drove down to his workplace. The air seemed locked with the dust, making it quite difficult to breath or even see a couple feet away from you. But this was what had become of that side of town, old and decrepit, desolate and uncared for.

Growing up, this was Jungkook's favorite place to visit. Littered with people instead of trash, but this was life and he had to accept it one way or another. He looked around the terrain, sometimes stopping to pick something up he thought would be of use. Jungkook was a mechanic, a handyman if you will. He had never finished school but was gifted in the art of robotics, which proved to be very neccesary in this day and age.

Robots and advanced technology had become an everyday staple in the lives of todays individuals. Nowadays, there was a machine for everything, to cook for you, to clean for you, to do everything all lazy humans find tedious to do. Jungkook however, couldnt stand that mindest, one of the many reasons he had decided to live rather far away from any city or town.

Robots had become so human in looks, but everyone trudged around with one held by a collar, like a dog or some pet. Blank expressions, followed by cold words and no emotions. Not to mention, all models were mass produced, meaning you'd see the same dang robot at least 30 times on the same street.

All was too disturbing for Jungkook to handle, the new models looked like brain washed slaves not robots. He knew they were just machines, just a computer with a humanlike body, but the look of their dead eyes had him waking up in cold sweat at night. Shaking away the scary thoughts, jungkook tied pieced of long rusty metal into a bundle, throwing it in the back of his car, and hopping back on.

His hands had become rough and dusty, so he decided to head back home and call it a day. He wiped his slightly damp forehead and pulled up to his workhouse. Or more so, his home. It wasnt anything grand or extravagant, but he liked the idea of building something up from the ground and making it his own. He pressed a button to open his garage and made his way in, careful not to drop any of his scraps. Placing his things off on the table, he noticed a rather large box, large and bold letters printed on the sides, signifying it was something fragile.

Immediately Jungkook knew what it was. Taking a thin blade he sliced away at the box, a light clank of metal sounding as he took out the boxes contents. Some hands, A couple pairs of eyes, 10 sets of ears, spare forearms and fingers. His shipment had finally arrived.

Jungkook organized the equipment, labeling models and taking note of their functions. He was a mechanic after all, as much as he disliked those humanoids, he was sought after by those searching to fix their robots. He also had to make money somehow, his friends always teased him about how he was stuck doing something he was against. But money was money, and unlike robots, he had to eat.

Just as he was finished, his phone rang.

"This is Jungkook, how may I help you?"

The voice on the other line laughed, a couple other voices being heard. Immediately, a gentle blush spread along Jungkook's cheeks, he was too used to receiving work calls, he hadn't bothered to read the name of the caller.

"Yes, I want ONE robot please and thank you."  The voice laughed once again, making Jungkook mentally slap himself.

"What's up Taehyung." He responded dryly, knowing he'd be haunted by this for days. Taehyung was his best friend, they'd met at a robotics exhibit, bonding immediately. Taehyung was fascinated in the art and complexity of their human looks, Jungkook in their inner functions.

"Nothing. I'm at a really boring fashion show at the moment. I could've pulled these looks out of my ass and they'd still look better. Anyways, can I crash?" Jungkook let out an audible sigh, knowing he'd have to go and pick the man up himself, but being a good friend he agreed.

"It's the one in the yellow district right? I'll be there in fifteen." With a short goodbye, Jungkook put his phone away and grabbed his car keys making his way outside.

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"Okay, but all I'm saying is that you could afford to spend some time with your good old buddy chum pals don't cha think?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, smile wide and expectant.

"Taehyung, you know I can't afford anything. Much less spend my money on dumb get togethers, I don't even know your friends." He gripped the steering wheel, not feeling up to arguing. Jungkook wasn't much for social interactions, he'd much rather stay inside and do some work.

"You know Hoseok, he's a cool guy. C'mon~ I promise it'll be worth your while. I can even introduce you to some hotties while we're there." The latter winked, chuckling to himself at the suggestion, which only made Jungkook scoff.

"That makes me want to go less stupi-"

Jungkook's speech was cut short when his car jumped up, as if they'd run over something. The inside of the car became silent, Jungkook turning off the engine and focusing on his panicked friend. "What was that-"

Before they could finish their thought process, both males hopped out of the car, running around it to see what in the world they had run over.

"Oh my fuck Jungkook! I-Is that a fucking person?!" Taehyung pulled at his hair in stress, pacing quickly around the car, tears starting to stream down his face. He swore he could already hear the police sirens.

However, Jungkook took a closer look. There was no sound other than Taehyung's panic, and whatever they had trampled over wasn't moving. That's when he noticed. Missing arms, scattered metal pieces, and the faint spark of cut wires."

"No.. it's a robot."

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just a little starter :>
unedited.