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"Remember, you're an AI."
Honeyed eyes widened at the red before him. He let out an inaudible gasp, as he swung his hand behind himself, out of the wondering eyes of Jungkook.
"That can't be." He whispered but he only heard himself.
Jungkook walked forward, taking Jimins small hand from out behind his back and into his own whilst studying it. The younger instantly took a tight grip onto Jimins wrist, his fingers curling around his wrist as he started to pull him away.
Without a word, the younger led the AI to the bathroom. He gently pushed the cotton haired boy down to take a seat on the ledge of the toilet seat, as he bent down to dig around in the cupboard beneath the sink.
Jimin sat there, monotoned as he stared at his hand.
He's never felt something like that before. In fact Jimin has never felt pain, he's only ever witnessed it, only ever had the opportunity to guess what it might have felt like.
Though the pain he saw on Jungkooks face and the sting he felt on the prick of his finger, Jimin knew deep down were very different.
He flinched the moment Jungkooks warm hands touched his once more, wincing as he rubbed something on the wound, cleaning it.
Jungkooks hands radiated a warmth that Jimin would never be able to understand.
He only understood the coldness.
"Who are you?" The younger asked, as he reached for a bandaid.
The AI lifted his head up slightly, his hair falling over his eyes as he stared at the younger.
Jungkooks hair was golden. The AI thought about how his hair might have contrasted his personality.
"And don't you dare say you're Jimin, because you're not—"
Jungkook flinched as he felt something cold on the prick of his forehead. His eyes widening as his hands halted his movements.
Looking up, he met the AIs eyes and for a moment he forgot the meaning of breathing.
Jimin only had a sad smile on his face as he poked the centre of the youngers forehead.
All in all. Even Jimin the AI, didn't even know who Jimin the AI is.
"I am me." Said Jimin, as his finger slowly traced down the side of the youngers face gently. His hand flattening out and caressing the side of Jungkooks face.
Jungkooks eyes only lowered, and without his own consent he was leaning his head into the cold palm of Jimins hands.
"I am not human, yet I bleed." Jimin started to whisper.
"I am not Jimin, but I may be a fragment of him." his thumb gently swiped under Jungkooks eye in an almost affectionate way, as he studied his face.
"All I hope is one day, you might be able to teach me what all of this means. And in return, I can teach you how to live again."
The AI almost flinched as he felt something warm fall atop his own hand. It was the frame of Jungkooks hand, his fingers curling in, taking a grip on the AIs hand.
Yet he didn't peel his hand off like Jimin thought he might have, he only gave it a gentle squeeze.
"How is someone who ain't even alive, or a human being, able to teach someone like me to live?" Asked Jungkook, genuine wonder swam in his eyes as he stared at the AI.
The smile the left the AIs lips was enough to light the whole bathroom in a complete different way, the smile reaching up to his eyes.
"Because Jungkook, maybe there was a reason I was made to bleed."
