~Y/N POV~
"Y/N!!!"
Startled out of my sleep I abruptly woke up just to roll out of my bed and land on the floor with a thud. Banging my head off the floor as I had done so which totally woke me up. Who the hell is screaming in my apartment?
"Y/N GET YOU BUTT DOWN HERE, THE BOTS ARE HERE!!"
Oh, it's my Dad.
Just great.
Standing up from the floor, I checked the time just to see he was very early, earlier than he said he would be here because I even set an alarm so why was he here so early?
Groaning in pain from the bruise i'm sure is developing on my forehead did I walk out my room, dragging my feet along the floor as I had done so just to wonder down the stairs towards my living room where I heard my dad's voice speaking to who ever he was speaking to.
Just as I appeared, there was two me leaving the room wearing that familiar white jumpsuits but I didn't get a chance to see their faces. My dads back was to me but the seven robots from yesterday were lined up in a straight line side by side again, blank expressions as they stare ahead.
"Dad, you're early."
Scratching the top of my head, I walked over to him and my Dad turned around, baring all smiles and skipped towards me just to meet me half way, one hand behind my back as we walked together further into my living room just to stop a few feet away from the robots.
"I know I'm early darling but an emergency meeting came up and I have to leave the city as of right now. So let's make this quick okay?" Dad
I hummed at him but it turned into a yawn.
"As I've told you yesterday, they don't need more rest and if they do only one at a time. Which means they may need to take up one of the bedrooms of course. They don't have any memories of you so no worries there, when I leave just tell them your name and give them some rules if you'd like. If so have a schedule it's best to write one out and show them, they'll remember it always unless you chose to change it. Now the book with all their instructions are in your kitchen and if you have any other questions or problems you just call me and I'll help you out there." Dad
As my dad spoke fast through his long speech I just looked to everyone of their faces. They still looked the same yet more matured. Do they age even after all what has been done to them?
"Hey dad, do they still grow old like we do?"
Curious I had to ask the question but my dad laughed and pulled me into his arms for a hug.
"Of course they do. Now I really have to go so I'll have to call you later okay?" Dad
Placing a kiss to my forehead he then proceeded to rush out the living room before I could even say a word and listened to him run further towards the elevator until you could hear the echo from the doors shutting after him. Now it was just me and them alone in this huge ass apartment of mine.
I stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room, still just a few feet away from them. It was quiet and so silent that you could hear a pin drop if one were to fall. I had no clue what to do or say and I'm very upset to have them in my home but if they don't remember me then I guess I have to push passed their faces that bring me nightmares.
Patting my sides as I looked around my living room trying to think on where to start off, I noticed how each and every one of them would stare right at me but only look away when I would look directly to them. Weird.
"So erm. I'm Y/n. I guess you can all have a look around and get yourselves familiar with the place."
"There's no need for that, Miss Kim. Your father Mr Kim, installed the layout of your home into our chips so we're very familiar with the area. No need for inspection." Namjoon

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