area 52 | vk.

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jungkook paced back and forth, stroking his chin as he tried to comprehend the situation.

in front of him was the still shirtless v-317, if that was even his name, probably just another person playing tricks on him, he thought.

then jungkook opened his mouth, his finger raised in the air. he paused, then closed it again, then continued pacing.

the boy only stared at him blankly, his eyes unblinking and following his direction.

jungkook put his hands together. "okay, let me get this straight, your name is, v-317."

the boy stared at his eyes and nodded matter-of-factly.

"that's what other people you?" jungkook asked hesitantly. "specifically, but my co-species call me 317."

"c-co-species?" he repeated, growing increasingly concerned.

the other nodded again. "if you are wondering, i am not of your species. i am inorganic, unlike your," he paused, looking at the human up and down before continuing, "feeble kind."

jungkook felt violated, cheeks rapidly heating up. "what are you, then?"

"i believe your species calls my kind extra-terrestrial."

fuck.

it was an alien.

"alien?!" jungkook screamed, "you're an alien?"

"ah," the other replied, "that is the...vague, colloquial term, yes."

he had to be kidding.

"no, you're not." skeptical, jungkook chuckled, "you can't be. hoseok's just messing with me. you're probably just one of his friends in on this, aren't you?"

"ho..seok?" v-317 blinked, "jung hoseok is a senior student in the design department studying in this campus. you must be referring to that person."

"you can't be a.." jungkook felt stupid saying the word. "..stupid alien," his eyes trailed sideward.

"i am not a stupid alien. i simply am a life form caught in your organic planet."

jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, "th-then why do you look, human?"

"i had to conform myself to your species. my systems say these were the ideal human proportions."

jungkook hesitantly looked at his body.

his systems weren't wrong, though—

"though i did manipulate the form, i saw that humans tend to have multiple deformities. look." as though it was the speed of light, v-317 took jungkook's hand and put it on his skin.

jungkook's eyes widened. "wh-what are you doing?!"

"i put asymmetric dots on different areas of the form. i saw that they appear everywhere." he took jungkook's fingers and ran them over his skin gently.

jungkook, who seemed to have overheating cheeks and multiple thoughts in his head, could barely reply, "th-those are called  moles. you're right, they can be..e-everywhere," too distracted by the alien's puzzling, smooth skin.

"wait," jungkook pulled his hand away, clasping his hands together, "i need a, moment." he added, walking away.

the alien instinctively followed him. "would you happen to know where area 52 is? i need to go there."

jungkook went into his bedroom, confused and in disbelief, running his hands through his hair. "shit, shit, what in the fuck, no! this can't be happening."

the alien entered, taking a seat on his office chair. he fiddled with the up and down lever, chuckling lightly in interest.

jungkook reached for his phone hastily, holding his perspiring forehead as he dialed the number. a bit of ringing passed and he instantly spoke into the receiver, "hoseok!"

hoseok groaned through the other line. "dude, what? i'll come home a bit later, okay? last night is hitting hard,"

jungkook replied in urgency, watching v-317 giggle and spin circles in his office chair, "hoseok, something really weird happened. please come back as soon as you can, please, i don't know what the f—"

v-317's eyebrows raised, "is that a mobile phone?" he approached the panicking boy, leaning close to the device, "hello? humans say hello, right? hi?"

"woah," hoseok laughed, "who is that? did you finally  get laid, kook? shit." he cackled, "i'd hate to disturb. it's okay, i'll go home late. enjoy! love you." hoseok mocked.

"hoseo—" the line cut.

"shit." jungkook muttered. "what do we do with you?" he whispered, watching the shirtless alien wonder around his room.

jungkook sighed. he needed clothes.

jungkook took a black jumper from his closet and threw it at v-317, the alien catching it perfectly. "put it on, through your head and arms. you need clothes." the alien complied and and put the clothing on.

jungkook dragged v-317 out and sat him on the couch, putting on a random korean drama series to entertain the alien. "v-31–ah, damn it, can i just call you v? the numbers are too long."

"there are literally three numbers in my code—"

"v, please stay there as i figure out what to do with you." jungkook pleaded, rubbing his temples.

v's bottom lip protruded, nodding slowly.

"thank you." jungkook walked away, pacing and rubbing his chin.

there was an alien in jungkook's apartment. watching TV. and hugging a duck plushie.

jungkook didn't know what the shit was going on.

"i can't just throw him out, what if he starts a fucking world catastrophe or something," he muttered.

until v caught his eye, taking items from hoseok's paper bag and putting it on his body. "no, v, what are you doing?" he shook his head, "put it down, i'm trying to think."

"what is this?" he held up a cheetah print beret, placing it lopsidedly on his head.

"ah—i," jungkook sighed, "it's a beret. put it back."

"beret?" v repeated it to himself quietly. he pulled out one of hoseok's designer denim jackets, putting it through his arms. "does it go on like this?"

"v, put it back, it's not,"

wait.

"yours.." jungkook trailed, eyes slightly widening.

the alien had a fully realized outfit.

v blinked, "would this be what humans call fashion?"

what could be more avant-garde than,

"ah!" the alien raised his finger and pulled the beret until it was placed properly on his head. "symmetry." he grinned. it had seemed genuine this time.

something literally out of this world?

jungkook had an idea.

"wait," the alien furrowed his eyebrows. "you have not answered my question." he had a frown. "where is area 52?"

he knew how to finish his project.