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Jimin and Jungkook stood next to each other in the kitchen as they helped each other out for tonight's dinner.
The sun was setting, indicating the end of the day, and the kitchen was quiet but the sounds of the sharp part of the knife hitting the cutting board as Jimin cut up vegetables. It was quite peaceful, due to Jungkooks low humming under his breath, the two boys stood comfortably, enjoying each other's silence.
Jungkook would never admit how he was starting to really enjoy having the AI around. As days passed, he realized that this Jimin had his own personality. He may have the same face, and the same voice. The same birthmark on his collarbone, which becomes visible to the eye when the little AI decides to wear t-shirts with a v-neck cut.
This Jimin enjoyed silence, and he was so small, he liked to sit in the corner and read all of Jungkooks books in the house.
Jungkook didn't mind him.
It's been so long since he even had any kind of presence near him, and even though Jimin was an obvious AI, there was the fact that Jungkook might have felt comfortable because Jimin is an AI.
Losing someone precious to you is terrifying.
Which was why Jungkook distanced himself, escaped himself from reality or any living being in general.
The fact that he can be close to Jimin, and not worry about him disappearing was enough.
"Hey, Jungkook?" Jimin asked sweetly as he didn't look up from his task at hand; cutting vegetables.
Jungkook merely hummed in response, as he grabbed a pan and started to add the ingredients in it.
"That drawing—" Jungkook froze.
"It's a picture of Park Jimin, right?"
"It's beautiful."
Jungkook gulped, his eyes slightly wide. He cleared his throat as he started to continue what he was doing.
"Thank you." He whispered, turning on the stove.
"He is."
At the last comment, though quiet, Jimin still heard him.
He smiled.
Though it only took the few seconds of distraction, for Jimin to misplace the knife— and slice a tiny part of his index finger.
"ah. ah." Jimin hissed, as he dropped the knife.
The sound of the metal hit the ground and Jungkooks head whipped around.
It felt as if everything slowed down right then, Jungkooks eyes traveling to the shocked boy, then to his finger.
It was like tension hit the air and Jungkook stopped everything he was doing.
