Seoul: Become Human (BTS J-Hope X OC)

Ch. 12- Priorities

I awoke to the sound of a million gentle drops of rain knocking on my roof, and water quietly decorating my window.

My android stirred in the corner, "Good morning, Minjee. There is a 100% chance of rain in the forecast, with a low of 32 and a high of 44."

I ignored him for a minute or two. Not for any particular reason. My head was glazed over in thoughts that were constantly running about here and there, bouncing recklessly from corner to corner of my brain. It almost angered me at some point, but instead of expressing it, I lay there without saying anything.

"Minjee," he questioned, "are you going to get up?" I sighed my annoyance away.

"Yes. I'm awake." I didn't bother being nice. The world didn't want to treat me that way, so would I do any different?

He sensed the tension in the air and sat quietly until I raised from my spot on the bed. Then he spoke, "Are you okay?"

I couldn't keep myself from scoffing, "Am I okay? Is that the question you're really asking me right now?"

He said nothing.

"What? You expected me to say that I'm fine? Is that it?" I released a small, exhausted laugh. That was when I found my android speechless for the first time.

"What's the matter? Is that response not programmed in your database or something? Shocking."

When I glanced back up to him, his eyes were glistening with hurt and concern. I couldn't care less. "Whatever. Just give me a few more minutes. I'll get up in a while." I dropped back onto the bed, and silently waited for the sound of his footsteps trailing away from my room. Imagine how surprised I was when I didn't hear it.

I rolled into my side to look him in the eye. His gaze was downcast, and if you really paid attention, you could see his face run over with a light, but deep sadness.

I sighed again, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little upset."

He glanced up for a split second, "Why would you apologize? I'm here to comfort you. It's healthy to vent your anger."

I had no motivation to reply, so I stood and left.

After I threw on a pair of tennis shoes and a jacket, I finally decided to see my brother. It was a silent drive, so I figured that neither me or my android had anything to say to one another. To be honest, I liked it that way.

"You ready?" J-Hope asked quietly when we pulled up to the police station. I nodded, and pulled myself from the car. My nerves suddenly began twisting as I walked up to the door, opened it, and met the receptionist. She seemed like a nice lady, with her hair pulled up in a ponytail and her lips painted with a transparent, glossy lip balm.

"How may I help you?"

"I'm here to visit inmate, Go Jintae."

"Sure thing," she beamed, reaching for a form at the end of the desk. "Just fill this out, and the officer will escort you to him," she instructed after handing the paper to me. I bowed, "Thank you."

I lazily filled in the information, while uneasiness began to wrap over me, and questions started running through my head. What would he say? What was I going to say? What would he look like in a prison uniform?

By the time I was shown to the room, my palms were drenched with sweat and my heart was racing.

The room was relatively small and compact, with a counter that separated the room in two sitting from wall to wall. In the middle of the counter stood a window that reached from wall to wall of the room. It was basically two rooms in one--just separated by a window.