Flares

-Presentation-

Hey guys! Here's the second chapter. Enjoy! (Btw the abbreviation 'BU' stands for Busan University) ^^.

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It had been a few days after Jungkook's full completion, and everything seemed to be working fine according to Jimin. The man was slowly able to retain his health, along with the help of Jungkook himself. His Hyung was stubborn, that was for sure. It took the robot a full day just to get Jimin to stop working, which was something that the older never did. He despised not keeping himself busy, and to be completely honest, he had always been like this. It was just another unique thing that Jungkook learned about his creator.

Jungkook was sitting backstage at one of the largest presentation halls that lived within the University. It was a room that was only used for major events and presentations, and today would be the biggest one to ever take place in years; the best thing being that Jimin was the one presenting. This was his juncture, his dream, his time to finally show the world what he was really capable of.

Now, there was a reason that Jungkook was made. He wasn't just something that Jimin did in his spare time, oh no... Jungkook was a submission for a program that had been running ever since Jimin first entered that University. This project had been in the making months before Jimin even thought of joining BU, and it was going to be something that would drastically alter humanity forever.

Jimin took deep breaths as he prepared himself to go on stage. To say he was nervous was an understatement, because in actual fact he was riddling with disquietude. He had never done a presentation in front of so many people, let alone people who could be classed as more important than the Queen herself. They were analysts that had travelled from all over the world to observe multiple students that attended BU. They were looking for unique, keen people to take their place in changing humanity for the better, and were hoping to offer jobs to some of the graduates, which was more than a favorable circumstance for Jimin.

All of the graduates stood backstage, each one as nervous as the next as they desperately made sure that their own creations were ready to be shown on stage. Jimin on the other hand, was pretty confident as he made sure that Jungkook's hair was well-styled and his suit was straightened out. "You look so handsome Kookie..." Jimin mumbled quietly so that only Jungkook could hear.

A bunny smile spread across the robot's face as he watched Jimin's small, soft hands tighten the tie that lay around his neck. "Thank you Jimin, as do you." Jungkook replied, his own hand going to rest on his Hyung's.

Jimin's breath hitched slightly as his gaze wandered up to Jungkook's warm one. The robot's hand felt so warm and strangely, comforting. It was a feeling that Jimin hadn't felt in a long time, years in fact. It had been so long since he had let someone this close to him after his past events, but Jungkook felt safe. A light blush spread across the elder's tan skin as he stared up to the robots intense eyes. Jimin couldn't quite read Jungkook's expression, and it frustrated him. He wanted to know what the other was thinking. Just as the elder was about to ask, a strong and fairly distorted voice came through the announcement speaker.

"Can Park Jimin please come up on stage with his presentation?" The voice boomed through the back hall, and Jimin shivered internally.

Jimin looked back up at Jungkook, a small, almost weak smile resting on his tinted lips. Jungkook had concern covering his face as he looked back. "Jimin are you sure you want to do this..? You look nervous..." Jungkook mumbled as he took Jimin's hand in his own.

None the less, Jimin nodded unsurely and gripped Jungkook's hand in an assuring manner. "I'm sure Kookie... Besides, this is the only way I am going to partake in this project, and I want to make my parents proud of me..." the blonde-haired man mumbled as he let his gaze drop the ground at the end of his sentence.