Retro Future

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Retro Dance

November 15, 2062

"I really wish I could find a suitable roommate, Kwon-hyung."

"This is the second time in this day I've heard the same thing."

Namjoon turned his head to face the man, completely surprised.

"Really? Is the other person nice?"

"He's a little... odd. But his a good roommate."

"Could you introduce me to him?"

"Come with me. I think he's still in the campus."

Namjoon stood up from the cold chairs at the Seoul University cafeteria, running after the man to find his new roommate.

"Wait, there's no need to run!"

"Come on, it's not like you can get tired." Jokwon replied with a devilish grin.

That was sadly not true. Namjoon was an RM500, the most advanced model Cyberlife ever created. He was designed have the resistance of a top class athlete... but he simply didn't. He wasn't brave enough to admit that—if he did, Cyberlife would cut him off the New Androids program and send him off to the Android Adaptation Center—, knowing that the beat choice was to endure the pain he felt until the evaluation of his model was over.

When Jo Kwon finally stopped in front of one of the dance salons of the faculty, Namjoon had to breath slowly to make the oxygen bring his biocomponents back to normal.

"Hoseok! I've found the RM500 you're looking for!"

The boy looked astonished, looking at Namjoon's eyes like someone looks at a piece of art.

The android wasn't sure if he liked that look.

"Oh, hi! What's your name?" He asked in a cheerful tone, showing a heart shaped smile.

"I'm Kim Namjoon."

"Nice to meet you, Namjoon. I'm Jung Hoseok."

"Kwon-hyung said that you're looking for a roommate. Now, I heard that you're looking for a model like me. Why is that?" Namjoon asked carefully.

He had heard the story of million of androids that ended up missing, looking for jobs that requested their specific model to later sell their parts on the black market. He most definitely didn't wanted to end up on that list.

"It's something really dumb, you see," The redhead explained, understanding the concern of the android. "I'm a dancer. It's not easy to stand up in the middle of robots that perfect every move, so I jokingly told Jokwon-hyung that if I was taught by a brand new model like you, I would surpass all of them."

The boy looked so sincere speaking, Namjoon couldn't help but trusting him.

"If I teach you, we can be roommates? Of course, I'll still spare the rent with you."

The boy's smile grew wider.

"Really? That's so nice of you! Thank you, Namjoon!"

He nodded, smiling back.

"You're welcome... Umm... I'll give you my phone so you can text me the adress."

Namjoon closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, sending a message to the boy.

Hoseok's face filled with wonder when he saw the message appear on his phone.

Unknown
Hello, Hoseok.
I'm Kim Namjoon.
Please text me the address
to this number.