LOVERBOY → SF9 INDA | TAENI | JUWOON ZUWOON

reckless / defensive

Inseong doesn't know what to believe.

Sanghyuk's human: he whines softly about a headache as he presses his palm to the side of his head, pouting as he leans back against the couch. When he feels awkward, which Inseong realizes happens much too often, he rubs his knees together slightly and crosses his arms while looking towards the ground. Yet, it doesn't coincide with when he snaps suddenly, his attitude jumping erratically from one emotion to the other. He carries himself carefully, but at the drop of a dime he explodes.

Inseong feels that he can learn a lot about Sanghyuk just from watching him. He does so now idly, looking up from his phone every so often to peer at the other, who lays with his eyes closed on the other couch in the living room, his hand still clasped harshly against the side of his head.

Sanghyuk cracks an eye open after another moment, seemingly sensing the way Inseong watches him. "What?"

"Nothing," Inseong hums, returning his attention to his phone.

"You were staring."

"No, I wasn't."

Inseong looks up again when he hears the other shift, smiling when he sees Sanghyuk pulling a throw blanket that had been hung over the edge of the couch onto himself.

"Well, if you're gonna be like that..." Sanghyuk murmurs, hiding behind the blanket as he curls up on his side further. "Hope I'm entertaining to watch."

"You're not." Inseong quips. "Super boring. I've seen better."

Sanghyuk hums, hugging the blanket slightly. "Sorry, I'll try harder." He closes his eyes, nuzzling his face slightly against the couch as he gets comfortable. "Will make sure that I'm the only guy you want to look at..."

Inseong nods, leaning back. "I look forward to it," he murmurs dismissively, turning his phone off and on idly as he debates on what he should do. He feels like doing something productive, but nothing seems appealing. With Sanghyuk attempting to sleep, though, Inseong realizes he can't do much of anything without worrying about waking him up or being too loud to keep him from falling asleep.

He slips quietly off of the couch and walks to his room, setting his phone on the nightstand before falling forward onto his bed. The A/C hanging on the wall pumps cold air out into the dark room, and he sighs as he stares at the curtains hanging down in front of the window. They're lit up from the outside, sunlight attempting to pool into the room. A vibrant red hue colors the dark atmosphere inside the bedroom as the natural light is blocked out harshly by the ruddy cloth hanging before the windows.

Inseong sighs, rolling onto his back before closing his eyes.

His previous thoughts come back slowly, seeping into his mind thickly. Sanghyuk's an Android: the tattoo on his neck and the OTO shackles that had been wrapped around his legs the night before are an obvious giveaway to the fact. His emotions change so drastically because he's glitching. He's been programmed to act the way he does; everything about him should be working, but he has a bug and he's currently just busted. He needs to be fixed.

Inseong can't assume that the other is either an Android or a human, and finds himself stuck in an uncomfortable in-between state on what he believes the other to be: he's not a human nor an Android, he's both and neither at the same time. Sanghyuk is a complete mystery to him.

Before Inseong can debate with himself further, his thoughts are interrupted by Sanghyuk shouting suddenly from the living room.

He sits up just as Sanghyuk does, and watches as the man forces his palm against the side of his head once again, squeezing his eyes shut as if it'll do something against the persistent pain. Inseong watches him through the doorway, slowly sliding off of his bed before crossing the room to reach him.