LOVERBOY → SF9 INDA | TAENI | JUWOON ZUWOON

time is money

THIS WORK CONTAINS DARK ELEMENTS.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

tw: gore, blood/injury, violence, guns, drug use, mentions of kidnapping

Seokwoo wakes up alone, on the floor, with his head and eyes burning.

    He doesn't want to bring himself to sit up, finding himself sick at even the thought of moving. When he calls quietly out for Youngkyun, he's met with an uncomfortable silence that lingers at the echo of his words. He'd assumed the younger had just moved away from him during the night, but he would have answered to his name if he was still around.

    Alone, Seokwoo closes his eyes once again. The sunlight is blinding in the room; he wonders what time it must be. The summer heat already fills his room, leaving him sweaty and uncomfortable underneath the black hoodie he'd found comfortable the night before.

    He's reminded of a room with dirty white walls, the paint chipping near the ceiling. The windows were tinted for privacy, and always closed. The A/C was broken, and the summer had never felt more hot than it had in the rehabilitation facility.

    At the thought, he winces and opens his eyes, deciding not to linger in the past for much longer than needed. The thoughts reminded him that he had failed.

"Master..."

A quiet sniffle is what grabs Seokwoo's attention as he sits up, and the man raises a hand to his forehead before rubbing it slowly. He'd forgotten about his AI, and curiously looks around the room for his phone before he remembers where he'd thrown it the night before.

When he sees the device dejectedly laying on the floor, the display screen facing the floor, Seokwoo sits up on his knees and reaches forward for the phone. "Yeah?" His voice cracks, and he squeezes his eyes shut in an embarrassed manner.

Seokwoo's startled each time he sees Juho. He's lifelike - perfectly detailed and designed to replicate everything a human should be.

Juho's sitting with his legs drawn to his chest, glaring at Seokwoo from inside the glass on the screen. "You're a difficult person, Master..."

Seokwoo scoffs, turning the device off before shoving it into his pocket. "Shut up." He grumbles, not in any mood to play with the program as he snatches his watch from the ground and slides it on.

The dark haired man stands and grabs a change of clothes from the dresser next to his bed, making his way to the bathroom.

When he shuts the door behind himself, Seokwoo's phone turns itself back on, a happy chime being one of the two sounds that alerts Seokwoo to the development. The other is an annoyed huff, followed quickly by a concerned hum.

"Master, your pulse seems off..."

"I'm fine."

"Maybe you should rest."

The program begins to annoy Seokwoo. "I'm fine." He repeats dryly, grabbing the phone from his pocket bitterly before turning it on to look at the other. "Geez, you're annoying."

"You don't want me to watch your vitals?"

"No."

"Oh... Okay! I won't keep an eye on your vitals then, Master!" The tone in Juho's voice is almost condescending. Seokwoo chooses to ignore it, biting back a snide remark as he forces himself to remember that the program on his phone wasn't real. It was fake, therefore it didn't deserve as much attention as Seokwoo chose to give it.