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The one where he's an android (JJK)

🌺 Because honestly how is Kookie even real like I-

Joy unlocks the front door to her condo by scanning her hand, sighing as she strutted herself in and threw her purse onto her counter. She huffs heavily, wiping the moisture from her cheeks and stepping from her heels, stopping to pull them off her feet before limping over to her bedroom.

She was tired, overwhelmingly so, and plenty of things at her company were giving her a rough time. Not to mention her relationship with her 'boyfriend' was teetering on the edge of a cliff right now. Admittedly, it was the main prompter of her tears.

She knew she should strip her clothes and shower before lying down on her clean sheets but her shoulders were weighted and she was dragging. She'd lie for no more than five minutes, it wouldn't be too bad. It wasn't like her 'boyfriend' enjoyed her company in bed anyway, so why bother.

There it was again, the reason she'd gotten with him in the first place; that aching, deep feeling in her chest. Like a void she couldn't fill.

Joy's life, at one point, was completely swallowed by work, hardly could she manage to entertain very many relationships, including that of her family and she's grown irreversibly distant with a few friends of hers since the growth of her successes. The more abundant her inventions became in demand, the more lonely she felt.

She looks at her bedroom, she tried her best to keep up with her condo, but she was working at least 16 hours a day, and it was getting near impossible to maintain her own home on her own. Even if she wanted to, she honestly was incapable of mustering the energy to even get anything done, let alone doing it properly.

She'd left her television on, and she stared at the translucent screen fixated high on her wall before the foot of her bed, staring at another typical advertisement. She sighs, staring at those androids that the whole world raved about. They were controversial, but in her case maybe it was necessary.

She forces herself back on her aching feet, pulling off her black stockings and moving to her bathroom to wash off her long day. Her make-up barely smudged, though she'd been crying a lot in the car ride back home.

She at least felt a little less terrible after her shower. She grabbed her tablet, swiping through the holographic screen to find what she was looking for. To be honest, she didn't really know. It felt like she was shopping for more than just a housekeeper. Like she was searching for something that will give her an ounce more of substance in her life than the dull lifestyle she'd become quite accustomed to. For Joy, luxury had come with misery and she was glad for the former. But emotionally, she was so deeply hurt by the pain that harbored in that hole, which seemed to keep growing as her life was crumbling around her - no matter how much it may seem like she's building it up.

The company's website was simple to navigate, at least, and she was immediately offered the option to customize her android for an additional fee, though Joy honestly didn't care for looks all too much. She went through the different pre-made models, which surprisingly, according to the site's statistics, were not that popular.

She was a bit unsettled with how real they looked, the damn things had a thermal feature, which made them seem eerily human. Not to mention they breathed, and for god'ssake it was a little creepy. But Joy knew that if she wanted her home to stay in it's good condition that she would have to endure. She didn't necessarily have to do very much interaction with the android, at least.

There were literally hundreds of models, many of which modeled after different nationalities. She sighed, there were far too many options, she filtered her search: looking specifically for male models, just because she felt the need to have a sense of 'testosterone', or at the very least to simulate it if her off-again-on-again boyfriend couldn't fulfill that for her.