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Outside the window, Mingi could see the flowers he helped his mother plant this spring. Seasonal showers combined with warm days made for a garden in full bloom. Mingi could see the white picket fence he'd helped his father paint. Back when his father was still around and he could get away with a few brush strokes before his brother finished the rest.
Most importantly, he could see the mailbox, leg bouncing with impatience as he waited for the mailman. Their usual drop off time was nearing and Mingi just had to be the first to grab the mail. There was no guarantee his letter would arrive today, but his other friends had already received their letters of acceptance. So where was his?
He jerked up and off the sofa when he saw the postman nearing, racing out the front door still wearing his house slippers. His mother was sure to reprimand him about it later, but right now the most important thing was getting that mail.
"Mingi!" the postman greeted, used to his overeager tendencies. "Saying hello?"
"Is there anything in there for me?" he choked out, breathing still haggard from his impromptu jog.
"Hmm, let's see..." the postman trailed off as he sifted through the envelopes in his hands, "nothing here." Mingi deflated. "There was one more thing," the postman reached into his satchel, big smile as his hand reemerged with a thick white envelope. "Is this what you were hoping for?"
"Yes!" Mingi cried, practically ripping the big envelope from the man's grasp. "Thank you so much." He hugged the man in his haste, running back inside with the biggest grin on his face.
The postman laughed as he put the mail Mingi forgot in the mailbox.
With the letter now in hand, Mingi realized the day he'd been waiting for had come. That wiped the previous smile off his face. He grew nervous. This letter held his future. He stared down at it with apprehension, suddenly scared to see what the words printed on the pages would say. Already the size of it should be telling enough, but Mingi couldn't be too sure. He took one last deep breath.
He raised his mother's letter opener to the top corner, ripping through the seam of paper with ease. He placed the paper cutter down on the table, taking a second too long, the suspense unnerving him and yet he still faltered. If he took any longer, his mother might find him in such a state. He couldn't let her see him like this. Eyes closed, he plucked out the topmost paper, clutching it to his chest while he set aside the rest of it. Whatever else it held didn't matter. The first page was what determined what the next few months would look like. He cracked one eye open.
"Oh my God," Mingi breathed, rereading the line congratulations, you've been accepted...
Mingi had been accepted into his dream school.
He jumped up and down in excitement, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Which was hard to do considering his height and mannerisms, but no one had the heart to tell him otherwise.
All that was left to do was tell his mother. He waited until after dinner to break the news.
"San's mother tells me he'll be staying local for college." Mingi lived in a town where everyone knew everyone. His best friend's mother was his mother's best friend. And while usually that would be a good thing, knowing he and San had very different aspirations meant his next words might not be the words his mother wants to hear.
"Funny you should mention that..." Mingi had to prepare for battle.
"Oh? Did your acceptance letter finally arrive?" she questioned.
Truth be told, the one his mother had been waiting for was never going to arrive. He never mailed in the application like he was supposed to. Instead, he mailed the one for the school he actually wanted and prayed every night he get in.
"It did," he began. His mother was looking expectantly at him. "I got in."
"That's great, honey. I'll have to give San's mother a call to let her know the good news." She was already rising from her seat, Mingi rushing to say, "Wait."
"What is it, darling?" asked his mother, concerned. Mingi wished this didn't break his mother's heart.
"I got in, but not for NSU."
"What are you saying, sweet pea? If you didn't get into NSU, then..."
"I applied to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising. I got accepted." He pulled the acceptance letter he'd been hiding under the table. "This is a really big opportunity, Mama. You know how much fashion means to me."
"And I thought we talked about this," said his mother, ever so gently.
His mother wanted him to study something steady. Something dependable. Work an office job. He knew this. Yet.
"I know what I said... I just thought, this might be my only chance to try. So I did. And the school loved my designs, Mama. They think I have potential." He was ready to plead at her feet if he couldn't get her blessing.
"Is this really what you want?" she asked, sighing. The sigh Mingi knew to mean his mother was one second away from caving in.
"Oh yes, Mama! It's all I've ever wanted."
"Then, I'll support you, honey bee." Mingi stood up so fast his chair clanked to the floor. He didn't care, though, as he ran to the side his mother sat at and engulfed her in a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he squealed. "I promise to make you proud."
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Standing in front of his closet was Mingi, deliberating over which clothes should come with him to school. What he really wanted was to take everything. He cherished all his clothes very much. But there was just too much. He would have to pick his favorites. If worse came to worse and he began to hate the clothes he'd picked, he could make new ones. His sewing machine was already bubble wrapped and packed, one of the first things Mingi had decided he couldn't leave behind.
"Knock, knock." His mother was at the door. "Just wanted to see how you were doing."
"I think I've managed to pack everything," he wheezed, struggling with a suitcase on his bed.
He was pushing down as hard as he could, but the stupid zipper still wouldn't zip.
His mother chuckled. "Let me help you."
With her help, Mingi was finally able to close the thing. He grinned at her before pulling her into his arms. Tomorrow, he would leave this life behind.
For the last two years, it was him and his mother. Five years before that, his mother, his brother, and him. Seven years since his whole family lived together. As a kid, it was hard to understand why his father had to leave. He realized now it was for the betterment of his parents. Just like him and San, his parents wished for different things. He still saw his father, on holidays or graduations. He kept in touch, reminding Mingi and his brother that they were still loved by him. Even if they were miles apart.
His mother raised him and his brother for most of their lives, his father not wanting his kids to break ties with friends or relatives for a decision he made. Mingi was glad his father hadn't made either of them choose. He wouldn't know who to pick when he cared so deeply for both of his parents. So Mingi grew up alongside his brother, happy. His brother and mother were doting, his mother moreso when his brother eventually decided to leave the nest to tackle the next stage of life: college. Their mother took it well enough, Mingi supposed. Her first son off to college. She cried only when they dropped him off on campus.
Mingi did, too. He was going to miss his brother. He hugged him tight, telling him not to forget to come home for the holidays. His brother gave him an affectionate head pat before he was saying his final goodbyes. Now their house was down to two.
In the years following, he felt the way the attention shifted onto him. Especially when his brother was calling less and less. Too busy with school and social engagements to be calling his mother. Or brother, for that matter. It left Mingi as the sole recipient of his mother's affection. She cooked for him, cleaned for him, loved him. Sometimes, her vulnerability slipped through, usually ending in Mingi sleeping next to his mother. Like old times, she'd say. Before he'd grown too tall to fit in her arms. It was Mingi who held her now.
While he never minded their closeness, the year he turned eighteen, he knew the inevitable would come. In the same way it did for his brother.
All his life, Mingi knew he wanted to make clothes. He used to cut up his old t-shirts and with a needle and thread, sew them into something resembling clothes. It was hard the first few times, not knowing what measurements were and that every fabric was different. Seeing her son take such a liking to the craft, Mingi's mother signed him up for a few classes and then. That was where his real love for fashion design began. He made clothes out of everything he could get his hands on. And for his thirteenth birthday, his father had gotten him his first sewing machine. The same one currently packed in a box, ready to leave with him when tomorrow came.
What started as a hobby, quickly became Minig's entire life. Starting tomorrow, he'd take the next steps to make it his career.
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Mingi thought it a happy surprise that both his parents were present for the drive up to his school. He was bouncing in his seat when they drive up the driveway, pressing his nose into the glass of the car window.
"Wow," he breathed. The school was a lot bigger than in the pictures.
Made up of red brick and cement, the building looked ancient, something Mingi found charming when he was researching the school.
His parents both chipped in for room and board. Enough for Mingi to have his own dorm, he soon found out. Mingi took the key he was handed at the housing office, shaking hands slotting it into the keyhole of the door to room 1117. His room for the year. The key turned, the door unlocked, and Mingi pushed open the door with a little too much force. At least there was a doorstop. Mingi took it all in, wonder sliding over his features. This was going to be his new home for the upcoming months.
Strangely, he noticed a big box in the center of the room. He walked up to it, pushing lightly at the cardboard to test it's strength. There was something heavy under the box.
"Open it," his father encouraged, making Mingi turn to him.
"What is it?"
"Well, your mother and I were worried about you going to school so far away so we decided to get you something that we thought might help."
Eager, Mingi turned his attention back to the box. At a glance, he couldn't discern what it could be. No outside labels or writing on the box to give it away. All he knew right now was that it was heavy. He placed his hands back on one of the seams of the box and just like that, the sides of the box fell away. Mingi backed away with it, startled. He gasped when he saw what it revealed.
Resting in the middle of his living room was a capsule, cylindrical and made of glass. Mingi could see inside and what he saw was human, or at least he thought so, until it's head snapped up suddenly alert.
"Greetings, I am model number YH23031999 or Yunho for short."
"You got me a robot?"
"An android. He's a caretaker and companion model." his mother gushed.
"We'd feel more at ease knowing Yunho was here to take care of you." added his father.
One worry Mingi had when thinking of leaving home, had been how he was going to take care of himself. He'd grown pretty dependent of his mother. She did everything for him. Mingi couldn't even boil an egg to save his life. He figured when he moved out here, he'd learn the ways of independent living. Or so he hoped. He was glad his parents had the foresight to get him an android instead.
It was his first time seeing one this close. Robots and androids were once reserved for the elite. Mingi used to see them on TV from time to time. Over the years and as technology advanced, things like robots and androids were more commonplace. Still, an android like Yunho wasn't usual to come by.
The android was handsome, Mingi recognized. With primped black hair and marble grey eyes. He held a polite pose, wrists crossed in front of him as he regarded the few people in front of him.
"Hello, is one of you my new master?"
"Um..." Mingi didn't know how to respond.
"Our son will be the one you will take care of." his father said to Yunho, pushing lightly on Mingi's back to move him forward. Mingi awkwardly bowed at the robot, not sure what the protocol was for these situations.
According to his parents, Yunho was equipped to handle household chores, offer emotional support, and even provide basic medical assistance if needed. Pretty impressive, Mingi had to admit. Yunho reminded him of a butler. Especially with the way he was dressed. Crisp white shirt, black vest, slacks.
Before they could leave Mingi in Yunho's care, they insisted on a test. Giving the android an order was pretty straightforward and Mingi watched as Yunho cleared away the remnants of the cardboard box he came in. He also went as far as moving the capsule, so it wasn't just randomly sitting in his living room.
"He's great!" Mingi's father enthused. "Looks like you'll be in great hands."
They finally leave when the sun was just starting to dip over the horizon. How his parent's managed to stay for as long as they did, he had no idea. But they were gone now, door locked behind them, the room going quiet. Well, not too quiet. Mingi could still hear the whirring of Yunho's machinery behind him. He whirled around to face the android, startled when Yunho was right behind him instead of the few feet of distance he remembered existing between them.
"Did you want me to take your coat?" Yunho questioned, head tilted in a way that reminded Mingi of a puppy. He laughed to himself with the thought.
"That's okay. I can put it away."
He slipped out of both his shoes and coat, the reality of where he was finally hitting him. "I'm home!" he squealed in his excitement.
"Welcome, Master." Yunho said in response.
"Could you call me something else?" Mingi intoned.
"Sure, I have a whole list of titles you can choose from."
Yunho started listing titles from whatever stockpile he was programmed with, Mingi making a face at most of them. It wasn't until a specific name popped up that he stumbled, quick to stop the android to ask, "What was that last one?"
"Princess," Yunho repeated. "Is that the one you like?"
It was a nickname he sometimes liked to hear. His mom reserved that name for the days he wore his skirts and dresses. Fashion, after all, did not conform to gender norms. Neither did his mother's petnames.
"Um, yes?"
"Very well, princess." Mingi tried very hard not to swoon because that should not sound as good as it did coming out of Yunho's mouth.
"Yes, well."
He decided to straighten his shoes by the door to give him something to do. Yunho noticed this and was quick to intercept, taking the shoes a bit forcefully from his hands to do the job himself. Mingi crossed his arms at this.
"I'm not completely useless, you know. I can do some things for myself."
"My apologies," the android said. "My training states I should be the one to do the house chores."
Admittedly, Yunho looked pretty guilty to have offended Mingi in some way, so he relented, sighing obnoxiously as the android blinked blank eyes at him.
"Fine, how about you help me unpack. That's a part of your training, right?" Being helpful was something Yunho could do.
They managed to find a place for everything Mingi brought with him. Barely.
He hadn't realized how much he brought with him until he was unpacking it all, his entire living room floor littered with all his things. If Yunho hadn't been there, who knows when he would have finished. He flopped onto his new couch, contented sigh escaping his lips at finally being able to sit down. Yunho was immediately at his side, glass of water at the ready.
"Thank you."
"Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
Mingi thought about what all he had left to do. Nothing came to mind. "I don't think so. Let's get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
He could hardly wait for his first day.
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Having an android, Mingi would realize the morning of his first day, was going to be very beneficial to him. As excited as he was to be attending the school of his dreams, he was also really nervous. Nervous to the point where he couldn't think straight, mind racing with endless possibilities of what the day may bring.
Thankfully, he had Yunho there to remind him of everything he would need. Dorm key, student ID, phone, and of course let's not forget his designer backpack. Courtesy of himself.
Mingi may be spoiled rotten by his family, but he understood value and raised the money for this bag all on his own by selling some of his creations to friends who asked. He also took on some commission work; Prom season used to be his busiest time.
Being at a school with a bunch of other talented artists like himself, he imagined things would be different here. But he would make the most of whatever opportunities did happen to present themselves.
He stood by the door, full on ready to leave when he realized something.
"What will you do while I'm in class?" Mingi asked Yunho.
"I can do a lot of things. I can deep clean your kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. I can reorganize your wardrobe. I can—"
"Is all of that really necessary?"
"I'll do whatever you ask, princess." Oh yeah, Mingi almost forgot he'd set up Yunho to call him that.
"Um, how about you just worry about making dinner later?"
"Affirmative." Yunho then proceeded to look him up and down. "No allergies present, though, you do lack proper proteins in your diet for you age range. I will be sure to make something hearty for your return."
"Yes, well." Mingi backed up clumsy, nearly knocking out the coatrack by the door. "I'll get going."
"See you tonight, princess."
Okay, so there were a few... quirks Mingi would have to get used to. Either way he would learn to live with it. Him. Mingi would learn what it meant to live with someone that wasn't his immediate family. Just like if he'd gotten a roommate. Yunho could be his roommate, Mingi reasoned. This didn't have to be so weird.
The sight he was met with upon his return was maybe... a little weird. Yunho was standing in the kitchen, an apron donned on (Mingi had no idea where he procured it) while stirring something on the stove. "Welcome back, princess." said Yunho.
"You're taking this role pretty seriously," Mingi noted, peeking over the android's shoulder to see what he was cooking. It looked like some kind of stew.
"I was made for this role." Yunho supplied unnecessarily. Mingi smiled. Yunho was unexpectedly funny. Though, he imagined Yunho's humor wasn't intentional. "It is suggested you wash your hands prior to enjoying a meal to avoid the spread of germs."
Like Mingi wasn't already going to do that. Still, he disappeared to the bathroom to wash his hands. Doing a more thorough job than normal, worried Yunho might do some kind of inspection. So maybe it was like living with a clean freak.
Mingi made it out of the bathroom with freshly washed hands, coming back to Yunho plating the food. He went on to explain the benefits of stew, rich in nutrients that Mingi was apparently missing according to the scan the android did on him earlier. Mingi didn't have to be told all that to eat the food the android made for him. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. Even better than his mother's cooking. (He would never admit that to her face.) It was weird to have Yunho watching him as he ate, but not uncomfortable. Yunho seemed to be studying Mingi, watching his reactions as he ate.
"Do you like it, princess?" Mingi almost spit out all his food.
"Y-yes. it's good."
He had to admit, when he allowed Yunho to address him as 'princess,' he hadn't imagined it would cause him such mixed emotions. On the one hand, he liked being called that. On the other... there were moments where the petname caught him off guard. Simply in the way Yunho used it.
Curious Mingi, at age sixteen, was at his best friend's house. San was on the family computer, parents at work, and there were not parental controls. San showed Mingi something that day the sparked many questions, but also added a new word into Ming's vocabulary. One he thought might define why he felt the way he did when Yunho called him by that title.
Eventually, Mingi polished off his second bowl. Yes, second. Yunho practically coerced him into a second helping, claiming it was what his body needed. He reminded Mingi of his grandmother.
After all that was said and done, Mingi got to work on his first assignment of the semester. He sat at his desk, paper and colored pencil surrounding him as he brainstormed ideas. Yunho could be heard clattering away in the kitchen, washing their dishes and putting away their leftovers. Yunho probably made enough to feed an army. Mingi shook his head. Stop getting distracted. He started his pencil sketch.
An hour later, rather than having a few designs to show for his hard work, he had a slobbered over paper. His slobber, if that wasn't clear. He'd somehow managed to fall asleep. He was slightly disoriented as he sat up, paper stuck to his cheek because of his saliva. He cringed in disgust, slapping away the paper and jumping when a thud sounded by his feet. Definitely not from the paper. Mingi's bleary vision zeroed in on a blanket he didn't remember grabbing when he'd sat down. He glanced around the room to see Yunho in his capsule. In sleep mode. He probably assumed since Mingi was asleep, he should do the same. Kind of cute, objectively speaking.
Well, his work wasn't technically due until the end of the week. He supposed he could go to actual sleep.
He picked up the blanket set over his shoulders to place on a chair and walked into his room for more than a nap this time around.
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Mingi was frustrated. He'd chosen his design, got the fabric all laid out, cut what he needed, pinned it on his mannequin, and four hours later, hated everything about it.
It wouldn't be his first time scrapping a piece all together, but Mingi really didn't have the time to start over. This design was supposed to be turned in tomorrow.
And if that wasn't enough, it was worth a third of his grade.
So Mingi was understandably frustrated, sat on his couch with his knees hugged to his chest. That was how Yunho found him, glaring at the offending garment like it would solve anything. The tray he carried was set aside to deal with a distraught Mingi.
"What's wrong, princess?"
"Nothing." Mingi huffed. "Everything," he said not even a second later.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
Mingi stared back at the piece on the mannequin. "Would you wear that?"
"If you wish I do so."
"No, but like. If you had to pick. If you saw this at a store, would you grab it off the rack?"
Yunho frowned at him. "My training did not prepare me for such a question."
"What, are you not allowed to make your own choices?"
"I follow the guidance of my master."
"Seems unfair." said Mingi offhandedly. "Then can you try it on for me? I want to see what it looks like on someone else." He and Yunho were roughly the same size. It should fit.
And it did. A little too well. Mingi had pulled in the sides of the garment to better hug his waist. It did the same for Yunho, Mingi wondering why the product engineer thought it a good idea to give a robot such a defined body. Like were the toned abs really necessary?
The piece he'd been working on used material he sourced from the nearest thrift store. He bought a couple different pairs of denim pants to use for different parts of the pattern. The end result was a cacophony of denim. In layman's terms, he'd sewed together an upcycled jacket. Cropped, Mingi would like to note. He had thought himself smart when designing it and honestly, with Yunho wearing it, the jacket did look pretty cool. Despite what his earlier self may have believed.
He might just ace this project after all.
He submitted the jacket the very next day. It felt like a weight off his shoulders to have turned it in. There was a smile that lingered for the rest of the day, following him all they way home. He beamed at Yunho's back, the android busy in the kitchen. Mingi ran up behind him to give him a back hug.
"I submitted my design." said Mingi.
"It is advised you let me go or else you might get burned," replied Yunho. While his words were caring, it made the smile Mingi wore waver.
The stove was turned off. The wooden spoon Yunho was using was placed off to the side. He turned around to face Mingi.
"My database shows that at a time like this, humans welcome praise. You did well." Yunho paired those words with a pat to Mingi's head.
He tried not to burn red under the sudden soft attention Yunho was giving him. "T-thank you."
"It is time to eat." Yunho added, stepping away to show Mingi what he'd made. "I made lots of meat. Your iron levels have been low lately." Mingi gave a shaky nod before moving to the table.
Mingi was settling in quite nicely. His classes were fun, even when they sparked doubts, he enjoyed his lessons. He'd even made a friend! Kim Hongjoong, third year. They shared history of fashion together. Hongjoong had complemented Mingi's outfit, leading into the two sharing design tips. Hongjoong promised to show him the ropes if anything came up, since he had two years of experience on him.
Speaking of Hongjoong, he'd invited Mingi to a mixer for the night. The younger man hadn't been so sure, not up to par with the social skills necessary to entertain an event like that. Hongjoong insisted it would be a great way to make more friends or to have old friends tag along. Mingi's first thought had been San, but his best friend had a party of his own to attend on that night. He really didn't want to go alone, but who else would he—
His head snapped up. He came face to face with Yunho.
"You can come with me!" Mingi shouted gleefully. Why hadn't he thought of it before?
'Slumber Soiree' was the theme of tonight's mixer. Hongjoong had been adamant that Mingi dress up in his cutest pj set for the event and who was Mingi if not impressionable. He dolled himself up in his prettiest pink baby doll, with white chiffon sleeves and matching bloomers. Feeling festive, he added hints of makeup. Baby pink eyeshadow to match the dress and clear lip gloss to really accentuate his already pretty pink lips.
Obviously, Yunho had to dress up too. Or in his case, dress down. His pressed white shirt was exchanged for an oversized t-shirt while his slacks were switched with the plaid bottoms Mingi usually saved for his comfiest of days. Yunho looked really cozy in Mingi's clothes and the latter squealed at the sight.
Since it was getting cold out, Mingi wore a coat. Though it was almost immediately discarded once they were at the house the party was being held in. Mingi sent Hongjoong a quick text to let him know he'd arrived and then beelined it for the one room with overhead lights. The kitchen was crawling with other partygoers, some searching for snacks while most were in search of more booze. Mingi never touched alcohol, so he was glad someone had been kind enough to set out a giant bowl of fruit punch. He served himself a cup. The first sip was sweet on his tongue.
He was two drinks in when Hongjoong found him. "You look hot!" he praised, pinching the chiffon. "This style suits you."
Mingi gave the man his shy thanks, warm with the compliment. Or just warm in general. He fanned his face, sure his cheeks were pink.
"Who's your friend?" Hongjoong pointed to Yunho.
"This is Yunho, my android."
"Android?" He gave Yunho another look. "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed. He looks so human."
Yunho was so lifelike most of the time, Mingi could almost forget he was engineered. Around the house, he moved with practiced ease. But it felt more like it had come from years of doing rather than something manufactured. Standing beside him, in matching bunny slippers because Mingi couldn't help himself, Yunho did appear human. A living, breathing, person.
"Let's dance!" Hongjoong said, pulling Mingi from his thoughts and onto the dance floor. Yunho followed after them.
Surrounded by so many others who were dancing, Mingi let himself loose, uncaring if his dancing was clumsy and awkward. Hongjoong seemed to have no problem with it, encouraging Mingi to have fun and doing silly dance moves too. He could feel Yunho hovering somewhere behind him and he turned around to see Yunho stood there, arms crossed as he watched over Mingi. He felt his face heating up again from the unprompted attention and launched himself at the android. Mainly to speak over the music, but also because he wanted to be closer to Yunho.
"Why aren't you dancing?"
"My primary functions do not call for dancing."
Mingi leaned more into him. "But you can dance?"
"Yes, with proper modifications."
"Huh?"
Yunho stood there, eyes changing color, grey skies becoming rainbow. They reminded Mingi of the little circle of doom his computer teacher warned him about and then Yunho was moving again, something different in his steel eyes. They lured Mingi in, his gaze keeping him from seeing the android dance. It wasn't until Hongjoong gave a low whistle that Mingi snapped out of it, blinking hazy eyes at his android and realizing how Yunho was dancing. His arms raised as his hips swayed, matching the direction of his steps as he moved with practiced control. One of his hands went high again, only to drag down his face, then body, previously expressionless face morphing into that of smirk.
Mingi felt that same heat from before crawling back in, traveling lower this time. He felt the need to cross his legs. He suddenly felt unwell, dizzy from the look Yunho was giving him and the feelings he was evoking. When he went to move, his legs wouldn't cooperate, stumbling much like a deer who just learned how to walk.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Hongjoong was yelling over the music.
Yunho was the one to answer. "My system detects Mingi is at above .08% alcohol content."
"I can't be drunk," Mingi slurred, "All I've had is punch."
"Oh Mingi, sweetheart. The punch is spiked." said Hongjoong.
"What?!"
"It's a college party, everything has alcohol. If you wanted to skip the hangover, you should have gone for bottled water." Mingi felt like crying. It would seem he was an emotional drunk.
Yunho easily arranged Mingi onto his back, which he was thankful for. He didn't think he could trust his own legs at the moment. The android stopped to grab Mingi's coat, Hongjoong the one to secure it over his shoulders before they set foot outside. Hongjoong was shivering as he said his goodbyes out on the porch. He had Mingi promise to text him when he was home or at the very least, have Yunho do it so he wouldn't worry. He nodded his head as best he could before it flopped down onto Yunho's back, feeling too heavy for his body. His eyes closed gradually, being lulled by the gentle rocking of the android walking them home.
The next time he opened his eyes, it was to harsh sunlight cascading over his room. He whimpered, rolling over to try and hide from the light. He nestled into something solid, sturdy, nothing like he remembered his mattress to be, but too sluggish to reason as to what it could be. Until he heard a distinctly familiar voice say, "Would you like me to start on breakfast?"
His eyes popped open, gaping at the android on his bed.
"W-what are you doing in my bed?" Mingi stammered, too startled to move.
Yunho had to be the one to remove himself from the bed, still dressed in the clothes Mingi gave him last night. Now wrinkled from Mingi's tossing and turning through the night.
"You asked me to stay with you, princess."
Embarrassment fell over Mingi and he whimpered a second time as he covered himself with his duvet.
Mingi sat across from Yunho, not believing last night they'd slept on the same bed. Mingi hadn't shared a bed with anyone besides his mother. His brother barely counted because they shared a sleeping bag once when he was ten. He'd always assumed the next time he would share a bed it would be with someone he loved. A partner perhaps. Not—
"Hongjoong responded to our message last night. I think it would be appropriate to send a follow up message to let him know you are in better conditions."
"Right..." Mingi had no recollection of anything that happened after they left the party. Yunho must have been the one to text Hongjoong.
Reading back what Yunho wrote, he couldn't help the unexpected laughter that bubbled up inside him. Fizzy like a soft drink just shaken. He sent a play-by-play of the night's events, beginning with their arrival home to the moment Mingi asked Yunho to stay to Yunho doing as his 'princess' ordered. Hongjoong, not aware of the meaning behind the petname, sent some vulgar replies. Most likely also out of his mind drunk by the time he responded. Mingi was sure Hongjoong had the wrong idea about them, but he didn't much care to try and explain it. Because somewhere in the depths of his pure heart, he may have developed the teeny tiniest, itty-bitty, teensy weensy...crush.
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As the youngest in his family, Mingi has always been spoiled with love. Familial Love. When it came to romantic love... that was a different story. See, Mingi was shy and the hopeless romantic in him assumed if love were to ever show up at his door, it would be because someone cared enough to knock. So he waited. And waited. And waited.
And he was left waiting, much like he did for his acceptance letter to arrive. Which, if he remembered correctly, he'd been the one to run out and grab.
Maybe love was meant to be like that. Something you go out and chase. But Mingi was never any good with the chase. While there may have been a crush or two before Yunho in his lifetime, he'd never gone out of his way to do anything about it. Mingi just didn't operate like that.
He peeked up from the book he'd been pretending to read to see Yunho actually reading. Flipping to the next page. Mingi discovered that while Yunho could download any information he may ever need, he liked to digest the words of a book better. Something about it feeling less mechanical. More authentic. Human even.
The android turned another page.
Mingi let the weight of his head fall onto a propped up hand, staring at Yunho some more.
He should be studying his textbook instead of Yunho. While Mingi's coursework mostly related back to fashion in some way or another, there were a few general classes Mingi still had to take. They were the bane of his existence. He had a test coming up for one of them, hence why he decided to study in the library, but it was proving to be just as distracting as if he were studying at home. Which he would very much like to blame Yunho for, even when it was his own fault for dragging the android along. He could have easily left Yunho at home.
Except he didn't want to.
"Are you Mingi?"
Mingi jumped, spooked by the sudden question directed at him.
There was a boy stood next to their table. His face wasn't familiar and it spooked him even more, shifting his chair slightly to put space between him and this stranger.
"Who's asking?"
"Wooyoung. I'm a friend of Hongjoong's."
"Hongjoong..."
As if summoned, Hongjoong appeared. Out of breath and very much annoyed.
"I told you" —breath— "to let me talk to him about it first."
"Talk to me about what?" Mingi posed, curiosity piqued.
"If I waited for you to ask it would be too late," Wooyoung bellowed, returning his interest to Mingi. "I want to commission you."
"What?"
"Hongjoong was showing me some of the pictures he took of the visual displays from the last gallery and I happened to like one of the designs."
"Obsessed would be more like it," Hongjoong muttered.
Wooyoung took it in stride, "So what if I am?! I love it! And I want to wear it. Or something similar. Tailored to my size?"
The last gallery... Mingi's eyes widened. The jacket. The jacket he'd been so excited about. The jacket he then hated until Yunho tried it on. The jacket he excitedly showed Yunho again when they went to the gallery, clinging to Yunho's arm as the android pet his hair again.
That jacket. "You like my jacket?"
"Like it, I love it! I would love to show it off at the premiere next weekend."
"Premiere?"
"Movie premiere," Wooyoung clarified, "I want to look hotter than anyone there."
This kind of request was what Mingi used to thrive off of. "You said next weekend?"
"It's a short turn around. I told Wooyoung not to get his hopes up." said Hongjoong, giving his friend a pointed glare. "Don't feel obligated to agree."
"Actually, I'd love to."
"You will!" Wooyoung's voice was even more shrill than before. "Mingi, you are a lifesaver! Thank you! Oh, and don't worry, you'll be compensated immediately for this."
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Wooyoung wasn't kidding when he said he would pay him upfront. He pinged Mingi the money on the spot and when Mingi tried to tell him it was too much, Wooyoung insisted he charge a higher rate for rushing him. As many times as he tried to appeal, Wooyoung won out, used to getting his way it would appear.
They talked a bit more about what it was that Wooyoung actually wanted and they decided to take Mingi's initial design of scrapped denim turned chic to make two pieces. A corset with a matching skirt, leg warmers added as a nice little bonus.
He gave Wooyoung his address and told him to stop by tomorrow so he could get him measured.
"Oh," Wooyoung said when he saw Yunho cleaning. "I didn't know you two lived together."
"Yunho's my android."
"No shit," Wooyoung awed. "For real?"
"Yes," Mingi chuckled. "Can we get to the measuring, now?"
He had a hard time keeping Wooyoung still as he took the measurements he needed. The younger man kept leaning his body too much to one side. The side that allowed for him to better ogle the android.
"Where'd you get him?" Wooyoung eventually pestered, not moving as much now that Mingi was crouched in front of him to measure his legs.
"My parents got him for me."
"Are you, like, loaded?"
"Are you?" The question was better fit for Wooyoung anyway. How in the heck was he able to pay him so much and so quickly?
"I get paid pretty well to promote things on my socials."
"What, like, a brand ambassador?"
"For some. Mainly, I'm an influencer." Okay, yeah. Mingi could see that.
They viewed the rough sketches Mingi worked on last night, Wooyoung requesting a few changes. (The length of the skirt needed to be reduced exponentially.) Yunho appeared with tea for them, setting the tray down on the coffee table.
"Enjoy, princess," he said before he went back to his cleaning.
"Aw, that's cute. Is that a thing between you two?"
Mingi could feel his face igniting, more red than a tomato. "We aren't—it's not like t-that."
"No? So you two haven't fuc—"
"He's a companion bot!" Mingi felt the need to emphasize.
"I don't think that really matters. I've read stuff where humans and androids get together."
"You have?"
Having never considered doing his own research on the topic, see above—Mingi didn't go searching for love like that—he let Wooyoung talk him into sending a few of his own findings. Claiming it would do Mingi some good to watch it. It made Mingi curious as to what exactly the other man was going to send him.
Since he wasn't familiar with Wooyoung's antics—yet—he clicked on the video he had sent without a second thought. Immediately, he was rushing to turn down the volume, heart jackhammering like he'd gotten jump scared. Pretty much exactly what had happened. He hadn't been expecting to be bombarded with another man's dick only a second in. He clicked to pause the video, carefully scanning the room to ensure he was alone. He crawled down the bed, straining his ears to see if there was any noise outside his bedroom. Yunho must be in his capsule. Mingi deemed it safe.
He crawled back up the bed, settling down under his fluffy comforter. Just in case, he popped on his headphones, the cushion of the earpieces settling over his ears and blocking all other noise. Mingi's sole attention was now on the video. He took a deep breath in. He pressed play.
Aside from the title, he wouldn't have been none the wiser to this being an android having intercourse with their human. Mingi's whole body was on fire watching the video. It was quick and to the point, no sort of feelings attached to it. Although Mingi's body was reacting, he wasn't all that satisfied with what Wooyoung had sent him. This video, however, was one of many. Mingi found more videos like it suggested under the video that had already played. He scrolled down, stopping when he saw a particular tag line. Big dick android fucks his princess.
Mingi clicked faster than his brain could comprehend. The video started with a smaller guy on a bed, all dressed up in clothes Mingi was sure he owned too. Stuffed somewhere in his dresser drawers. A lacey white nightgown that tied around his neck. Long white sheer socks that reached his knees. The man had longer hair than Mingi, enough to tie it up into two small pigtails. He looked devastatingly cute.
Another man appeared on screen. Tall, broad, handsome. He smirked and Mingi was thrown back to that night. Where Yunho had danced. Looking all kinds of sultry. That prickling heat returned tenfold, the need to cross his legs coming with it. He whimpered, quick to bite his lip after. He didn't need to alert Yunho. His eyes focused back on the screen, watching as the smaller man spread his legs invitingly, the broader man falling into them easily. He pressed kisses up the smaller man's chest, neck, chin. It was more gentle than Mingi expected given the previous video. The smaller man's breath hitched and Mingi snapped his gaze lower, away from their faces.
The taller man had a wandering hand, grazing up the other man's thigh, teasing fingers dancing over where he needed them most. He begged, tears already in his eyes and the taller man's next words sent Mingi reeling.
"Whatever my princess asks for, he gets."
Mingi couldn't take it anymore, shoving his hand down the front of the flimsy sleep shorts he'd worn to bed. He cupped himself through his cotton panties, the shakiest of breaths leaving him as he applied more pressure, palm digging firmly into his erection. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. He pulled his underwear to the side, a silent cry on the tip of his tongue as his hand met warm skin. He bucked into his own hand a few times, getting familiar with the feeling before he could wrap a hand around himself. The tightness of his fist mixed well with the slick his dick was already producing, precum messy from barely anything at all. He gave shallow thrusts into the ring of his hand, ears tuned into the sounds the couple were making on the screen. High-pitched moans from the bottom. Grunts of pleasure from the top.
If Mingi focused hard enough he could picture a different scene. Mingi laid out on his bed with Yunho hovering over him. Kissing him the way the taller man had done to his lover. He could almost feel the phantom of lips against his skin and he hissed, using his other hand to cover his mouth. He could not be loud. He could not wake Yunho up.
But would it be so bad if he did?
If Yunho barged in here and found Mingi rutting into his hand like the horny teenager he was. Would he do anything? Would he loom over him, smirk down at him, offer to lend a helping hand? Mingi imagined Yunho climbing into bed with him, kissing him deeply, smacking away Mingi's hand to do it himself. After all, he lived to serve Mingi.
He cried out, orgasm washing over him in waves, hips stuttering as he came into his hand. His hips gradually slowed until they came to a stop, his shallow breaths the only noise now since the video had long ended.
He used tissues to clean up, throwing them carelessly in the direction of his trash bin before he flopped onto his stomach. He shut his eyes tight, praying his dreams weren't as naughty as his thoughts.
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"Did you like the video I sent?" Wooyoung taunted when they meet next.
Mingi snapped his head both left and right, extremely aware of the other patrons in the café. When it looked like no one had overheard, he leaned in to hiss out a, "No."
Wooyoung pouted. "Come on, that one was my favorite!"
He regretted ever suggesting they meet somewhere else for the sake of privacy. (Privacy from Yunho, obviously.)
"You're kind of awful." Mingi told him as he sat down. "If I had known you were going to send me porn, I wouldn't have given you my number."
"You were the one who needed reassuring!" Wooyoung protested.
"Not like that," Mingi argued. But then he sighed, "I guess it did help, though."
"Yeah?" Wooyoung was way too eager about this. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing?"
"What do you mean nothing?! This is supposed to be the easy part."
"How?"
"All you have to do is ask Yunho to fuck you."
"Shhh," Mingi threw a harsh glare at Wooyoung, "you can't just say it out in the open like that." Mingi's ears were so red.
"What are you, an old maid? Everyone talks about sex. Unless..." Mingi hated the way Wooyoung was looking at him. "No way, are you a virgin?!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Mingi covered both his ears, humiliated. He didn't even care if people were looking at him funny.
"Hey, no, I'm sorry." Wooyoung relented. He moved to sit in the chair beside Mingi. "Sometimes I forget there are some boundaries I shouldn't cross. It was an invasive question, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry for sending you that video without warning."
Wooyoung's apology calmed him enough to lower his hands, now resting awkwardly on the table. Mingi kept his head down.
"It's not that I don't know about sex or things like that, but I've never done it with someone else before."
"Your innocence amazes me," said Wooyoung breathily. Practically stunned. "You've got to learn how to ask for it!"
"But Yunho doesn't see me that way."
"You haven't asked him too! Even as a robot, you have to know these types of androids are programmed to learn and adapt. Their brains are derived from AI."
"Uh..."
"Artificial intelligence. You know, like Siri."
"Don't compare Yunho to Siri."
Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "My point is Yunho could fuck you. If you can't directly ask him, drop some hints. He's got a super computer brain, he'll figure it out."
While Mingi didn't entirely discredit Wooyoung's logic, he also knew sex wasn't all he was after.
His talk with Wooyoung did more harm than good on his mental state. His emotions were already scattered and he'd come home even more confused than when he'd left. He told Yunho he wasn't hungry and hid away in his room, comforter pulled off his bed to wrap around his shoulders. He slumped over himself, wondering what he should do with all these feelings.
The door to his room was suddenly opened. Yunho let himself in with a tray full of the food he'd made for Mingi.
"Skipping meals is bad for your health, princess."
"What do you care?" Mingi said coldly. It wasn't his intention to be angry with Yunho. The android had done nothing wrong. But the question that left his mouth was genuine. What did the robot care if Mingi ate or not.
"I am responsible for you, Mingi. Your health is of the upmost importance to me." he replied, almost sincerely.
Mingi felt tears in his eyes. "Feed me?"
And Yunho did. He did whatever Mingi asked of him. If Mingi asked him to have sex with him, he would. If he asked him to love him, he would. It couldn't be that simple, could it?
It was after Mingi was tucked in, Yunho in his capsule for the night, that he realized what it was that bothered him. Mingi could ask all that of Yunho, but he wanted Yunho to do it out of his own volition. And wow was that a hard pill to swallow.
Being an android, Yunho didn't exactly have that choice. There were codes in place. Programming ingrained. Yunho was a companion bot with a charge. His charge being Mingi and like he'd explained just hours before, he was responsible for him. Responsibility was all this was to Yunho. Mingi shouldn't try to read anymore into it.
His next week was spent busy with the commission, sending a finalized sketch for Wooyoung to approve of. When he got the go ahead, he had Yunho go with him to the thrift store. He would be buying more material and needed the extra hands. Mingi dumped a few pair of pants that he liked into Yunho's arms, seizing another pair from the rack to inspect the material. He put it back when he saw it wasn't real denim.
He got wrapped up in inspecting every piece of denim he came across that he lost sight of Yunho, only realizing they had gotten separated when he went to add another pair of pants to his ever growing pile. Yunho wasn't in the immediate area so he backtracked, rounding a corner to go back to the rack they had started at. He found the android standing closer to the front of the store. Near the display mannequins.
If Mingi didn't know any better, he'd have assumed Yunho was deep in thought. Staring at the mannequins the way he was.
"They appear human, but they are not." the android said, breaking the silence. "Why dress them in human clothes?"
"It's what they were made for," Mingi explained. "These types of mannequins are made to display the clothes the store is selling."
"That is their sole purpose?"
"I think so," Mingi answered, having never given it much thought before. "We should get going. I got everything I need."
They left the store, Yunho glancing back one last time at the window display. Mingi wasn't sure what about the display drew the android in, but he couldn't linger on it. He had a lot of work to do if he was going to finish in time.
He got to pinning all the fabric once they were back at his dorm. He'd cut and measured and now he was arranging the denim onto his pin-up. Mingi was usually really careful when working with sewing pins. Those little suckers hurt if you got pricked. He would know.
Yet he still let his mind go faraway, thinking about his and Yunho's earlier outing. What had Yunho meant with his question? Next thing Mingi knew, he was clutching his finger.
"Ow!" he cried out, sticking his pricked finger into his mouth.
It wasn't a deep wound, but his cry had alerted Yunho that something was wrong. He dropped whatever he was doing to come to Mingi's aid.
"I'm fine," Mingi tried to tell him. But it was already too late.
Yunho was picking him up, carrying him off to the bathroom bridal style.
"Now this is just excessive," said Mingi, sulky.
"My scan showed you are bleeding."
"Bleeding, not bleeding out," he stressed. "You can put me down."
Mingi was mortified. His body was starting to react to the way Yunho had so easily carried him. He knew he was bigger bodied, tall too, but Yunho had lifted him with ease. He squirmed in Yunho's arms until he was put down on the closed toilet seat. Yunho grabbed what he needed from under the sink and got to work disinfecting Mingi's finger. It stung, but Yunho was quick to blow over the part he'd disinfected. He used a hello kitty plaster (Mingi's choice) to finish the job.
"All done."
"Thank you," Mingi whispered, taking back his hand. He could feel how warm his cheeks were.
And they only got warmer when Yunho leaned in abruptly, studying Mingi's face with an intensity that made him cower.
"Bloodflow to your face has exponentially increased. Are you feeling feverish?" Yunho raised a hand like he was going to check the temperature of his forehead. Mingi blocked the hand coming toward him.
"No, it's just warm in here." Mingi said lamely.
"Would you like for me to decrease the temperature on the thermostat?"
"You can leave it as is. I have to get back to work now."
Yunho stood up, outstretching his hand for Mingi to take. He helped Mingi up and then he was back to whatever task he'd dropped to help MIngi. Mingi stared after him for a minute before returning to his own work.
He managed to finish the outfit with practically the week to spare. Giving himself enough time to make corrections if need be. He called Wooyoung up to come over and do a fitting before his event that weekend. Wooyoung was as restless as ever as Mingi pinned the corset in a few places to better follow the curve of his body. The skirt, on the other hand, fit him perfectly. He gave a twirl in front of the full length mirror Mingi had in his living room, striking a pose. Wooyoung took some pictures to upload to his Instagram story and then he was on his way with a promise to return the Friday before the event to try the clothes on for the last time.
Now that he wasn't so swamped with work he gave himself a day to rest. No homework to do. No projects to finish. But also... nothing to do.
He peeked up over the arm rest of the couch, where he was currentlty laying in boredom. Yunho was sitting at the kitchen table with a rubik's cube. Mingi was sure he had already solved it twenty times.
"Hey," he called for Yunho's attention. The android's head snapped up. "Let's go get boba."
Inviting Yunho for boba seemed harmless enough until they were sitting across from each other at a table. Mingi kept playing with his straw, stirring mindlessly at the tapioca pearls. His eyes kept wandering to the people around them, highlighting couples out on dates. And Mingi just knew they were dates. Hooked ankles under the table. Loving stares. Holding hands. The girl next to them was laughing a little too hard at whatever her date had said.
Mingi felt a sense of longing watching them. He considered Wooyoung's advice. In this moment, he could ask Yunho to hold his hand or even kiss him and the android would comply. Mingi's eyes drifted up to Yunho's lips. For an android, Yunho had really nice lips. Painted blush pink, supple, the most perfect cupid's bow Mingi had ever seen. (It was manufactured, but still.) Yunho had very nice lips that Mingi very much wanted to kiss.
Thoughts of the video he'd watched all those nights ago surfaced. His face heated up just from the memory.
The day ended without any kisses from Yunho. But that was okay. Mingi had Wooyoung's fitting to worry about. Thankfully, it went well, Wooyoung gushing about how much he loved it and how he couldn't wait to show it off at the premiere. He sent Mingi the photos of him at the event and Mingi was over the moon about how great his clothes had come out.
He convinced Yunho to celebrate this success with him, eating his favorite ice cream from his favorite shop and feeling the best he had in a while. Nothing but fashion on his mind. The month rolled into the next and Mingi resolutely decided to shift his focus. Forget about Yunho, fashion would be his love life.
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Mingi was walking to his 3 p.m. lecture when a boy crossed his path. He had on a cropped black tank top, black arm warmers, a denim skirt, platform shoes. He had a book clutched to his chest, tote bag swishing with his every step. What truly caught Mingi's attention was the boy behind the first one. Wearing formal attire. Suit and tie on a college campus. He reminded Mingi a lot of Yunho with those clothes.
Sensing eyes on him, the boy in the suit flicked his gaze over to where Mingi had stopped. Marble gray eyes. Oh.
During his lecture, all Mingi could think about was the boy and his android. There hadn't been any word about another android on campus. Then again, it was hard to discern an android like Yunho when he simulated into the crowd so easily. His only giveaway were the fancier clothes and marbled eyes. At a glance, people would think them human. So it made sense that Mingi wouldn't have known of another boy with an android at their school.
He wanted a chance to speak with the boy. He could ask him about his android. If he was the same type of bot as Yunho or similar. Why he was following after him on campus. Mingi always left Yunho at home. He'd never considered bringing him to his classes. (He might now.) But most of all, he wanted to ask the boy how they'd gotten along. If his android meant to him as much as Yunho meant to Mingi.
He kept his eyes peeled before his 3 p.m. lectures, convinced he'd happen across the boy again. He just had to time it right. Time, however, never seemed to be in his favor as he somehow managed to run late over the next few days, missing the boy every time. He doesn't lose hope, though. He couldn't. When this boy could be the answer to all the questions that haven't left Mingi's mind.
A guest speaker was coming to their school announced a flyer Mingi was given as he walked back from the library with Yunho. Technically, Yunho had been the one to receive the flyer, too cordial to refuse a person asking him to take it. Mingi read the lines on the paper once they were back at his dorm, intrigued enough to want to check it out. He pulled Yunho to go along with him, never one to venture to crowded places alone. Asking Hongjoong had crossed his mind, but he ended up discarding that idea when he realized this could be more time he spend with Yunho. More time than they already spend, that is.
Mingi chose a seat toward the back. Yunho sat beside him, handing Mingi his school bag since he'd insisted on carrying it for him. He dug around for his ipad and pencil, setting up his desk for notes. Once done, he scanned the room to see if anyone else he knew had come to the event. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull when he saw a familiar head of blond fluffy hair.
It was only the back of his head, but Mingi was positive it was the same boy from before. He was proven correct when Mingi spotted the android arriving with a coffee to hand to the boy. Mingi could almost thank his lucky stars.
Sooner than Mingi could even begin to make his way to him, the guest speaker had arrived, calling attention to the front of the room and Mingi couldn't go talk to him now. He settled back into his seat and dreaded the hour of wait he was going to have do before he could speak to the boy.
Notes were taken, however awful they may be, but it was the one thing keeping Mingi distracted enough to keep his gaze from falling onto the boy. He didn't want to seem like a creep anymore than he already was. Because he was determined to stop this boy at all costs. As insane as that would be.
The guest speaker ended their speech with a genuine invitation to all of those present to stop by the front if they had any questions. His solicitation had many of the students crowding the main floor, making it hard for the others of them on the upper levels to leave without squeezing through. This worked in Mingi's favor, though, because the boy and his android were stuck on the last step, the android assessing the crowd to better lead them out. It was in those few minutes Mingi caught up to them.
"Hey," he acknowledged, adding a friendly wave. "I'm Mingi." he introduced.
The boy clutched the book he always seemed to be holding a little closer to his chest. "Yeosang."
"It's nice to meet you, Yeosang!" Mingi continued, a little too strongly. He dialed it back. "Um, I couldn't help but notice you have an android." He directed a nod toward the dressed-up man. "I have one, too!"
Yunho came forward at his mention, bowing to Yeosang and then meeting eyes with the other bot. Both their eyes flashed a different color before they gave each other a smaller bow.
Yeosang surveyed Yunho. "What's your android for?"
"He's a companion bot." Mingi told him. "What's yours?"
"Jongho is a personal guard bot." Personal guard? Mingi hadn't known they made androids like that. "I actually have plans I can't be late to, so if you'll excuse me." Yeosang attempted to leave with Jongho right behind him.
"Wait, can I have your number? I just— I've never met someone with an android and I wanted to ask you a few questions."
Yeosang considered Mingi's request. "Jongho."
"Yes, sire."
Perplexed, Mingi watched as Jongho leaned over, touching foreheads with Yunho. His android remained still as a beat passed, then Jongho pulled away. He gave a curt nod and then ushered Yeosang off, the crowd finally dissipating. Mingi turned to Yunho
"What just happened?"
"Jongho passed me Yeosang's contact details."
"Oh... great, then!" It would seem he would get to ask Yeosang his questions after all.
Finding time to meet up with Yeosang proved to be harder than expected. The boy was taking more credits than he was, leaving him with barely any time to spare between classes. Finally, Mingi got the chance he was waiting for when one of Yeosang's classes was unexpectedly canceled, leaving him with an extra block before his next lecture. Mingi told Yunho he'd be back soon and then was off, deciding this was a conversation he wanted to have without Yunho present.
They'd agreed to meet at a café on campus, Mingi finding Yeosang already sitting with his drink at one of the tables. Jongho was stood behind him, on guard. Mingi now understood why the android had given him such an icy glare that day he first saw him.
Mingi announced his arrival before going to the counter to buy his drink. He came back with an insanely sugary drink, rivaling Yeosang's americano. "So, what did you want to ask me?" Yeosang inquired upon his return.
Put on the spot, Mingi grew shy to ask what he really wanted. He also didn't know how to exactly phrase it since he wasn't sure how the boy could take such a question.
"I had a few questions, starting with how long you've had Jongho?"
"He was given to me last year. My parents have always been worried about me, especially because of the way I prefer to dress. It got me some weird looks in school, but it also garnered unwanted attention. My parents felt it best to get me a guard bot."
Oh, Mingi hadn't expected Yeosang to disclose so much about his past. He nodded solemnly. "My parents were worried about me going to school so far way so they got me Yunho to make up for their absence."
"Youngest son, I'm guessing?"
"Yeah."
"Me too." So they had more than just androids in common. "I have an older sister. She was actually the reason I went into fashion."
He went on to tell Mingi about the times Yeosang had to endure his sister's makeovers, always insisting he wear her clothes since they were better than the lame t-shirts and shorts he had in his closet. Eventually, Yeosang had grown an interest in more feminine fashion, going shopping with his sister in her section instead of buying men's wear. His parents were incredibly supportive of him, which he was appreciative of. They encouraged him to apply for fashion school and here he was, all those years later.
Because Yeosang had shared so much about himself, Mingi did the same. He told Yeosang about the classes his mother had signed him up for and all the prom dresses he got to make back in high school. He told him about his brother leaving for college and his mother's unconditional love. Sharing it felt... good, actually. He hadn't talked much about his past with anyone. Even Hongjoong. When they became friends, they kept conversations about school or fashion. Getting to talk about his life like this with Yeosang was actually pretty nice.
"Are you going to ask me now?"
"Ask you..."
"The question that's been on the tip of your tongue." Yeosang said. Mingi hated how easy he was to read.
He glanced up toward Jongho, nerves returning. Yeosang followed his line of sight and sighed. "Jongho, be a dear and scope the outside of the café for me." He blinked coquet eyes at his android and the android gave Mingi one hard glare before doing as he was asked. That left Mingi alone with Yeosang. "Well?"
"The thing is... I've been wondering if maybe- the relationship you have with Jongho...is it, um..."
"For goodness sakes! Get to the point already."
"Is your relationship with Jongho only as human and android?" Mingi got out. He worried his bottom lip as he waited for Yeosang to reply.
Surprisingly, the first thing he heard was laughter coming from across the table.
"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just—has anyone ever told you how cute you are?" Almost all of his life. "As for your question, Jongho and I are engaged in a romantic relationship."
"You are?!"
"Is that so surprising?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.
"I, um, well—"
"And you're asking me about this because you want to have that with Yunho, right?"
Mingi flustered. "Am I that obvious?"
"I could see the jealousy in your eyes when Jongho got close to him."
"J-jealousy? I wasn't jealous! It just came as a surprise." Mingi tried to defend himself.
"You don't know much about androids, do you?" How could he when he'd only had Yunho for a few months? "They touch foreheads like that to share information. You still have a lot to learn about androids, but I can tell you one thing. They are are sentient beings. While they can't replicate human love entirely, they can have their own variation of it."
Own variation... somehow Mingi hadn't thought of that.
He found Yunho watching something on the TV when he arrived home. He stopped to see if the android had put on another one of those video essays about the history of electronics he liked to put on, but instead found Yunho watching a drama. A romantic drama if the kiss the couple were sharing on screen was any give away.
"What are you watching?"
"Kissing between a human and android," said Yunho.
"What?"
"The man. He's an android." Mingi looked back to the screen to see the woman pushing the man away. His mannerisms were stiff. His blinking too perfectly timed.
Looking back at Yunho, Mingi could see the android's fascination written all over his face. And it surprised him. He wasn't expecting such a strong reaction from the android. Or any reaction, for that matter. He left Yunho to watch the rest of the episode alone. Thus giving himself time to think. He didn't know what to make of Yunho watching that show. Could it mean... Mingi thought back to the words Yeosang said at the café. Androids could have their own version of love. Then, Yunho...
Mingi watched Yunho the next day, but couldn't find much different with him. He made him breakfast, handed him his key card, and sent him on his way.
Like every other day.
So Mingi let it go for now, school work piling up. Wooyoung had also called him to request another commission and they met up the following week to discuss the details. He asked how it was going between him and Yunho, which Mingi chose to keep mum about. He couldn't handle Wooyoung's enthusiasm right now. Thankfully, the boy could read the room, dropping the topic in favor of discussing fabric options. They spend a good chunk of the afternoon planning out the outfit. This time around, Mingi's deadline wasn't as tight.
Wooyoung was the one to leave first, saying he had some commitment he had to get to. Mingi had him promise they could meet later in the week to go fabric shopping. He decided to spend some more time at the café he and Wooyoung had met at. Doing homework here was far less distracting than being at his dorm. These days, Yunho was watching more dramas at the dorm. That in itself wasn't that distracting, it was the mere fact that he was watching them that did Mingi in. Could he be learning from them? Possibly. Mingi wouldn't jump to conclusions.
He packed up and left an hour later, not even remotely done with his work. It would be a problem for future Mingi.
Just as he stepped out of the café, he felt vibrations coming from his pocket. He dug out his phone to see an incoming call from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Greetings, princess." Mingi stopped outside the door.
"Yunho?" There was a chuckle in his ear. "How are you—"
"Turn around."
With his phone still clutched to his ear, he spun around to see Yunho waving at him. Too shocked to move, Yunho was the one to come closer, an easy smile playing on his lips. He wasn't holding a phone.
"How did you..."
"I can connect to your electronic devices using my bluetooth capabilities." Mingi was still shocked.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was checking in on you. It is past dinner time."
"Sorry, I must have lost track of time," said Mingi apologetically. "Were you waiting long?"
"Six minutes and thirty-five seconds." So precise, Mingi couldn't hide his smile.
"Ah, well. Let's go home."
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A few days before Mingi was due to finish his second commission for Wooyoung, he fell sick. Nothing serious, but sick enough to be put on bed rest by Yunho. It troubled him, not being able to work on the piece. But Yunho was being very strict about Mingi giving his body the rest it needed to recover. Which he should really be thankful for because the huff he attempted to show just how annoyed he was, sent him into another coughing fit. His head throbbed.
"Here, before you take your medicine," Yunho was carrying a tray with a hearty bowl of chicken soup, "you have to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Taking medication without food in your stomach is ill-advised." He raised the spoon to Mingi's mouth. "Say ah."
Truthfully, he was glad Yunho was there to take care of him. Had he been on his own in this condition, he would have let himself rot away. His mother used to be the one to cook him soup and give him medicine. Now it was Yunho, gently blowing at the steam so Mingi wouldn't burn his mouth. Being sick already made him vulnerable, but he felt it even more as Yunho babied him.
His feelings for the android have only grown and being in this current position reminded him exactly why he loved Yunho so much. He took care of him well and that was all Mingi could truly ask for in a partner. While he had no trouble admitting to his feelings to Yeosang, confessing to the android was still quite the feat.
The android had been so doting lately. He was offering to walk Mingi to and from his classes. He already cooked most of Mingi's meals, but now he was making lunch boxes for him. He had to keep up a healthy diet, Yunho would say. He was so considerate and attentive and Mingi knew his feelings were reaching capacity. Any day now, he might just pop with all the love he was holding for Yunho inside him.
He let Yunho feed him all of the soup before he was tucked back into bed, given a plushie since Yunho knew how much he loved to hug them to sleep. His eyes were already so heavy from the full feeling eating gave him and the warmth of the room since Yunho had adjusted to the temperature to accommodate Mingi being sick. He knocked out the second his head hit the pillow.
Somewhere between sleep and consciousness, Mingi thought he heard the sound of his sewing machine being used, but he wrote it off as his subconscious telling him he had work to do. Instead, he woke up only because Yunho had re-entered the room, enough hours having passed for Mingi to have to take his medicine again. He had a few more spoonfuls of soup along with it and then Yunho was leaving him to rest some more. Though sleep didn't come as easily since he'd already napped.
The familiar noise Mingi thought he'd dreamt up came alive outside his door and he blinked his eyes open in confusion. He sat up to listen better and Mingi was sure he wasn't imagining it. So he slid out of bed, going against Yunho's instructions. Mingi was too intrigued to let this go now.
What he found only confused him more. Yunho was sitting at his desk, foot pressing down on the foot pedal of his sewing machine. It came to life again, Yunho running fabric under the needle carefully. The android gave a satisfied hum when it was done.
Mingi stayed unmoving by his door.
He assumed he hadn't made enough noise for Yunho to notice him, but the android was suddenly whipping around to face him.
"You were supposed to stay in bed." said Yunho. He didn't sound angry. His words were a mere observation.
"I got curious... what were you..." By now, Mingi was close enough to peek over the android's shoulder and he could see his own sketchbook propped open on the desk. He gave the fabric in Yunho's hand a second look. "Were you working on my commission?"
"I did not mean to act out of line, but your stress levels were significantly high prior to you going to sleep. Knowing you have a deadline coming up, I thought I could help." Yunho informed him, head bent down like Mingi was about to scold him.
Which he wouldn't. Because all Mingi could focus on was 'I thought I could help.' "You thought... You wanted to help me?"
"I always want to help you." said Yunho earnestly. Though his tone was lacking human sincerity, Mingi could still feel it, not sure what to make of this situation.
Eventually, his limbs started protesting from being upright for so long. Side effects of being sick. He fell onto the couch with a sigh, putting his face in his hands in an attempt to center himself.
"Yunho, come here." The android complied easily enough, sitting in the vacant spot next to Mingi. "How long have you been wanting to help me?"
"Since the moment we met. Though, back then it was because of demands my coding hardwired in me. I think" —Mingi wasn't sure he could ever get used to Yunho saying that— "for some time now, and with a bit of help, I am aware enough to know that I want to help you for other reasons. Increased dopamine is crucial to your health. Or so I feel."
It was a weird way for Yunho to say he wanted Mingi to be happy, but he would take it. He would take anything Yunho could give him.
"Wait, you had help? From who?"
"Yeosang's android."
"Jongho?" That surely came as a surprise. "When did you two even have time to meet?"
"We do not have to meet. Since the day he passed me Yeosang's details, I can connect to his servers wirelessly in order to communicate with him or in cases of emergencies." There really was a lot Mingi had yet to learn.
"So you two..."
"He told me about his relationship with Yeosang and I grew intrigued enough to also seek my own answers." Well that explained his sudden drama binges. "Jongho is Yeosang's romantic partner and I want to be the same to you. If you so wish."
Yunho confessing to him felt like some kind of fever dream. He was almost convinced he'd fallen back asleep thirty minutes ago, brain dreaming up a world where Yunho could feel the same way about him as he did for the android. Because how could this be real?
"You want to be my romantic partner?" Mingi had to confirm.
"Correct." Yunho's agreeance had tears prickling Mingi's eyes.
Blame his already vulnerable state, but he felt even more emotion sweep over him, tears welling up and spilling over. Everything he thought he wasn't allowed to feel came surging up out of him. Pop! Like he knew it would. Yunho wiped under Mingi's eyes and that only made him cry harder, surging forward to hide his face in Yunho's neck. The android took a minute to hold him properly, but when he did, Mingi just knew this was where he wanted to be each and every day. Cradled in Yunho's arms.
Yunho moved them around on the couch to make it more comfortable for Mingi, laying himself out and having Mingi settle on top of him. The android was running a gentle hand along Mingi's back, other hand hooked over his waist. Grounding in a way Mingi didn't know he needed. He ended up falling asleep like that, comforted in Yunho's hold.
Some hours later, he was groggily blinking his eyes open, body feeling stiff, but not as pained. He shifted, raising his head since he managed to snooze on his stomach and realized he was balancing on something solid. Memories of his earlier conversation with Yunho popped up in his head and he hurried to sit up.
Quick hands caught his thighs. "Moving so fast after having just woken up can cause dizziness." said Yunho.
Oh Mingi was dizzy, alright. But not from sitting up too fast. Seeing the position he managed to put himself in, the heat already crawling up his neck dipped, going somewhere else instead. Somewhere south.
He was straddling Yunho, the android's hands still lingering on him. In fact, Yunho was caressing his thighs. Mingi imagined he did it out of comfort, but Mingi's heart was racing too fast to be at ease. Yunho must have sensed it, hand stopping to regard Mingi properly.
"You're heartrate is elevating," the android observed. "The medication you were given earlier is not the cause. Are you perhaps, anxious?"
Could an android smirk? He swore Yunho's smile was a little too smug.
"No, I'm hungry."
His awful attempt at diversion at least allowed Mingi to squirm his way out of Yunho's lap. He skidded over to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began poking around the leftovers. The cool air helped somewhat with calming him down.
Yunho nudged Mingi out of the way to grab actual ingredients out of the refrigerator. With them, Yunho whipped up a quick dinner. He was glad the android had taken his words seriously instead of calling him out on his lie. Could an android tell he'd lied? He'd have to ask Yeosang about that.
Even after eating, Mingi was still worked up. Remembering the way Yunho's hands had felt on him. He tried to leave the table with stuttered excuses, but Yunho was faster. He blocked the path back to Minig's room.
"Earlier, we were discussing the possibility of me as your romantic partner. I did not rush an answer then because it was clear you were overwhelmed, but I want to discuss it with you further."
Yunho taking this initiative made Mingi falter, slinking back instead of running away. As anxiety inducing as this conversation would be, Mingi agreed they should talk about it. So they found their way back to the couch.
"I want to be romantic partners," Mingi mumbled, fighting all instincts to cower from the warm gaze Yunho seemed to be giving him.
"Then, we are now romantic partners."
Oh how Mingi had longed for this day. And yet.
He had no idea what happened next.
"I don't think this changes much other than..." Mingi trailed off, mind drifting to images of him and Yunho kissing. It made his whole face hot.
"What does it change?" Yunho wanted him to elaborate and Mingi couldn't do it in good conscious. His mind had already been in the gutter prior to them confirming what they were. "Does this mean I can kiss you now?"
"How do you know about kissing?" Mingi panicked. Completely forgetting about the scene he'd walked in on all those days ago.
"Thorough research," Yunho supplied. "Jongho has also been of great help."
Mingi squinted his eyes at his android. "What exactly has Jongho told you?"
"He and Yeosang engage in sexual intimacy. He explained how sex with a human works."
"That's awfully presumptuous," Mingi muttered.
"Was that not something you were interested in for our relationship?"
"I-I, well, um," Mingi's could pass as a boiled shrimp right now. "It's not that I wasn't interested... I just wasn't expecting you to already be so aware of all this stuff." He seemed to have more knowledge than Mingi did.
"How else would I be able to take care of you?" Yunho asked so honestly, Mingi felt his heart lurch.
"You already take wonderful care of me," Mingi bared, entirely at Yunho's mercy. He had no idea the android could think or feel like this and it was driving him up a wall. Crazy in the best way. "I always trust you'll take care of me."
Having Yunho understand meant the android knowing how much faith Mingi had in him. Every day, he entrusted Yunho with his life and not once had he regretted it. Yunho was good to him. In more ways than he could count. Mingi already loved him simply for existing, but now he loved him for what Yunho wanted to became. Someone who would always be there for him.
Yunho leaned closer, raising a hand to Mingi's cheek. "Can I kiss you, now?"
At Mingi's rapid nods, Yunho leaned the last inch to join their lips. It was soft, gentle, lips meeting lips. And yet it somehow exceeded any expectation Mingi had ever held. Yunho's lips were warm, moving slightly as Mingi titled his head to better catch the android's bottom lip.
With his nose being all stuffy, their kiss didn't last long enough before Mingi had to pull away to breath. He could only leave a few more short kisses to the android's lips before it got to be too much on his lungs.
"We should probably kiss again when I'm not as sick." Mingi pouted at Yunho.
"Affirmative."
His cold lasted two more days, in which time, Yunho helped Mingi by sewing that last few details of the outfit he was working on for Wooyoung. They managed to finish it right on schedule, Mingi doing the last fitting and receiving rave reviews from Wooyoung who was once again enthralled with Mingi's work.
Wooyoung was photographed again, though this time, he'd been interviewed. The interviewer presented the question of where his outfit of the night had come from, and Wooyoung didn't hesitate to name Mingi, resulting in many—and Mingi meant many—emails asking if they could commission him too.
Rather than sort through all of them, Yunho suggested they build a website where people could send in requests and the data could later be sorted onto a calendar to mark out the days and time Mingi would need to accomplish each piece while also considering his current schedule. The calendar would be available to anyone who visited the site, that way people could see whether he was available or not. Genius!
By they, Mingi really meant Yunho be in charge of it. He was the one with the super computer brain, so it only felt natural Yunho be the one to run the site. He was more organized anyway, already the one to remind Mingi of impending deadlines. Plus, if left to Mingi, he might stretch himself too thin with wanting to help anyone who came asking. So Yunho as lead it was.
With that taken care of, Mingi could go back to more pressing matters. Like figuring out how to ask his android boyfriend to take his virginity.
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In Mingi's memory, his first exposure to sex had been San's doing. The very family computer that he and San learned a lot of things from. Usually when San's parents were off at work. It was San who first came across these pages on the internet, bookmarking them so he could later show Mingi. (Pretty dumb on his part as it later got them banned from using said computer unless his parents were home.)
But for a good few months, they had a good routine going. Of coming home to San's and sitting themselves down in front of the screen to see what new thing San had for them that day. Mingi learned a lot with San, but also not enough. The stuff they explored together never went beyond the computer screen. Kissing and touching was left to the people in the videos they watched or the stories they read. They'd agreed it would be too weird to try it for themselves together.
So for as much as Mingi did know, there was more he didn't and he was suddenly worried that his first time with Yunho would end up horribly wrong somehow. He knew Yunho was equally inexperienced. Fresh out of the box, no other master before him. He was just as much Yunho's first as the android was to Mingi. Then, why was he so nervous?
Could it be because Mingi still didn't know how to ask for it? He decided he would approach Yeosang on the matter. He might have some insight Mingi had yet to consider.
"Jongho, please do not adhere to my next words. I'm merely showing our friend here an example." The bot nodded. "Jongho, fuck me."
"T-that's it?" Mingi sputtered.
He was glad they'd decided to meet in private for this conversation, as Mingi may have very well keeled over if anyone else had heard such crude words come from Yeosang's mouth. He couldn't believe the boy could speak like this, usually so sweet when it came to conversation. Or maybe Mingi had been a bit oblivious.
"This isn't rocket science. And even if it were, our androids could solve it." Yeosang leaned forward on his dinning room table. "Tell me the reason you're making this more complicated than it needs to be."
Trust Yeosang to read him like a book. Mingi always knew he was very open with his emotions, but Yeosang was on some other level when it came to reading his mind. They'd only spent a handful of times together for lunch, how could Yeosang see right through him?
"It's my first time," admitted Mingi.
Yeosang's demeanor softened. "You truly are adorable," he sighed. "I know it can be scary to put this level of trust on someone else over your body, but think about it this way. You already do that everyday with him, what's different now?"
"Nothing, I guess... I'm mostly worried about what Yunho gets out of this. It's not like he can feel pleasure."
"I told you before, didn't I? Androids may not experience the same things we as humans do, but that doesn't mean they can't. They can feel good, too. So don't let that be the thing to stop you now."
Yeosang, of course, was right. Mingi should know better by now. He'd seen the way Yunho had changed since taking on the role of boyfriend. He held Mingi's hand on those walks to class, easily taking Mingi's hand in his each and every time. Fingers intertwined. He hugged him goodbye and kissed his head. He smiled more, which Mingi hadn't realized was entirely new since he'd seen the android smile so much already. But there was something softer in the quirk of his lips, fond, and Mingi loved that smile more than anything. He wanted that smile to always be directed at him.
Mingi loved Yunho so much and he wanted to take this next leap in their relationship.
So with the bit of courage his talk with Yeosang instilled, he decided to devise a plan. He would need all the confidence he could get to carry out this plan. Thus, he dressed in the prettiest clothes he could find. Confidence came easiest to him with fashion on his side.
He pulled out the dress he'd worn to his graduation. It was a pink and white number with layers of tulle, frilly and dainty and everything Mingi wanted to feel right this second. To make the skirt of the dress puff out even more, he wore a petticoat underneath, swishing his hips in the mirror with a giggle. He dug around his dresser drawers for those white lacy thigh highs and raided his jewelry box for all his pearls. He stuck clips in his short hair to really finish the look, along with the baby pink Mary Janes on his feet.
One look at his reflection and he blushed, feeling so incredibly pretty all dolled up. Dressing up always elevated his bravery and it was with this outfit that Mingi would get dicked down. (Or well, he hoped.)
Mingi peeked around the doorframe and into the living room to see Yunho watching his video essays again. It was a cute sight since Yunho was also using this time to fold laundry, eyes caught on the screen while his hands meticulously joined pairs of socks. Mingi gave himself one last pep talk before he decided it was show time. Now or never.
He sauntered into the room, hands innocently held behind him as he approached the couch. The Mary Janes clacked against their hardwood floor, making Yunho aware of him nearing. The android glanced over at him and proceeded to drop the socks he was holding.
"How's the laundry going?" Mingi asked casually. He stopped right next to the basket Yunho had at his feet.
"Almost finished," Yunho replied almost instantaneously. "Why have you dressed up?"
"Oh, this?" Mingi pinched some of the tulle between his fingers. "Just cleaning out my closet," he lied, "I was wondering if it still fit." Another lie.
He knew it fit. It had only been a few months since he'd last worn it. He even tried it on before today to assure that it would, in case he needed to make something new to wear for his mission tonight. The dress fitting saved him the trouble.
"What do you think of it?"
Mingi really did love this dress. He remembered back when he made it, he wanted this dress to feel expensive. Made with the best grade fabric rather than his usual picks from the thrift store. He made it pretty to feel pretty and the way Yunho was sizing him up right now was exactly the reaction he wanted from him.
"You look like a princess, Princess." That nickname still flustered Mingi to no end. Even more so now that Yunho realized how much he liked it. "Will you be keeping it?"
"I think so. It's the perfect dress for special occasions." He attempted to do the eye trick he'd seen Yeosang do, batting his lashes a little too strongly.
"Is there something in your eyes?" Yunho asked, concerned. Rather than turned on. This just wouldn't do.
"No," Mingi sighed, essentially giving up.
Sultry was just not something he could pull off. He plopped down on the empty space on the couch. His dress crinkled as Mingi sank into the cushions, awkwardness starting to seep in. He felt like a total dud.
"Are you not feeling well?" Yunho said while regarding the sunken mishap Mingi had become.
Mingi wanted the couch to swallow him whole and only spit him out after Yunho had gone to bed. "I'm okay. I just... wanted to dress up." he mumbled, voice as small as a mouse.
"Dress up?" Yunho sounded surprised. It was funny, how even without the inflections in his voice, Mingi could read the android's tone. "Does that mean today is a special occasion?"
"It could have been..." Mingi fought with himself before he decided to say, fuck it. It couldn't get any worse than it already was. "I wanted tonight to be the night."
"The night?"
Mingi still struggled to say it so brazenly. "I w-wanted us to engage in, um, sexual activity."
"My princess wanted sex?" Yunho queried, flustering Mingi further.
"D-don't say it like that," Mingi complained. He was starting to feel hot all over and it wasn't from embarrassment.
"Why not?" Mingi couldn't begin to explain how much those words affected him.
He dropped his head onto Yunho's shoulder. "Just because," he offered petulantly.
Yunho giggled. Giggled. "Princess, are you shy?"
While he could refute, Mingi didn't think he'd do a very good job of convincing Yunho that he wasn't. So his pout deepened, Mingi refusing to meet Yunho's eyes.
"You don't have to be shy with me, princess." The words were spoken airily, right in Mingi's ear. He held back a whimper. He was so not going to last.
Yunho carefully redirected his gaze, using a warm hand to tilt Mingi's face up. He was still pouting, giving the android the perfect excuse to plant a kiss on his already pursed lips. Mingi whined, half-offended and half-expectant. He really wanted Yunho to kiss him some more.
The android leaned down to catch his lips again, hand moving from Mingi's cheek to his waist. He hauled him closer, Mingi's arms settling around Yunho's neck so they weren't in the way.
They made out on the couch like that for a few minutes before Mingi grew restless, body reacting to the way Yunho was licking into his mouth. The two had shared a few kisses since becoming boyfriends, but this one was different to those. Passionate, wild, wet. Mingi heaved himself closer, practically on the android's lap. Yunho easily maneuvered him so he was seated perfectly on top his crotch. Mingi squeaked when he felt something poking his butt.
He shifted on top of the robot and while Yunho had no reaction to his grinding, Mingi was increasingly aware of how hard he was under all the clothes. This position allowed Mingi to rut against Yunho at his own pace, these little whimpers escaping his mouth as he chased the pleasure. He could only go for so long before the rub of the fabric against his dick began to hurt. He slowed to a stop, teary eyes pleading down at Yunho.
"Please," he begged, coherence seeming to leave him. "Please."
"What do you need?"
"Take off my dress."
Of course, Yunho did as told. He guided the fabric of the puffy dress over Mingi's head, dropping it in the basket still by their feet. He did the same with the petticoat, leaving Mingi in his cute white panties. They were barely holding on, erection straining against the cotton. There was a little wet patch near the top that was only getting bigger as Mingi squirmed on Yunho's lap. His shoes and and socks went next.
"Such a pretty princess." Yunho drawled, touching the exposed skin.
He ran a hand up Mingi's arm, slowly drifting it down his chest. His fingers grazed a nipple and it caused a visceral reaction, Mingi arching up into the touch.
"Again." he pleaded, desperately gripping onto Yunho's shoulders as he continued his assault.
Mingi hadn't realized how sensitive his chest was and Yunho's touch only drove him deeper into a horny haze, rutting down to feel the chub in Yunho's pants. If he weren't so down bad with arousal, he might wonder why someone felt the need to equip a robot with a dick, but right now, he just wanted it inside him.
Before Mingi could ask to move this to the bedroom, Yunho was already carrying Mingi off the couch. He held tighter to Yunho so he wouldn't fall, hooking his legs around the android's waist and his arms around his neck. In the bedroom, Mingi was carefully lowered onto his bed. Yunho hovered over him, gaze soft, making Mingi blush because how could Yunho look at him so openly? Mingi couldn't contain his flush.
The android leaned down to kiss him again, coaxing Mingi's mouth open within seconds. Their tongues met in a sinful dance, drool pooling at the corners of Mingi's mouth. The kiss alone felt good, but it felt even better when Yunho went back to touching him, cupping him over his panties. Mingi choked on a moan as Yunho applied more pressure, hips kicking as he chased the pleasure. If Yunho continued on like this, Mingi would come in his underwear.
To distract himself, he attempted to remove Yunho's dress shirt. He couldn't even get the first button undone with how much his hands were shaking. His android, always so attentive, noticed straightaway and went to help him. In one swift effortless motion, the buttons of his shirt give way and he peeled the fabric off his shoulders.
"My pants too?" Mingi gave a weak nod. Soon Yunho was back on top of him, nude.
Skin to skin, Mingi couldn't help but explore, investigative hands feeling up his robot. The planes of his abdomen were a little too perfect, unblemished and milky, yet textured with muscle. Mingi would almost think it unfair if he hadn't known the robot wasn't human. He placed a hand where Yunho's heart would be if he had one, but all he could feel was the whirring of his circuitry. Yunho took that very hand and held it up to his lips, pressing the sweetest of kisses to his knuckles.
"Can I open you up, or would you like to do it yourself?"
"You do it. Lube's in my bedside drawer."
While Yunho rummaged around in his drawer, Mingi took the chance to toss aside his own underwear, leaving him full naked on the bed. The cool air was welcomed, but more than that, Mingi wanted Yunho on top of him again. He soon got his wish, Yunho bending forward to press a hasty kiss on Mingi's lips before he was sitting on his hunches, uncapping the lube and then spreading it between his fingers to warm up. When Yunho deemed them good enough, he traced lightly over Mingi's puckered hole.
His touch sent Mingi gasping, jerking involuntarily away from Yunho. The android didn't even appear miffed, simply taking hold of one of Mingi's thighs to keep him in place. This time when Yunho's fingers went to breach him, Mingi had no where to go, helpless to the cautious press of fingers.
Yunho didn't push in further, teasingly prodding to slather the lube more than anything. Mingi jumped when even more slickness joined, lifting hooded eyes to see Yunho drizzling more lube on his taint. He bit back a moan as it leaked down onto the sheets. They were already making such a mess and Yunho hadn't even fucked him properly yet.
Slowly, surely, he relaxed enough for Yunho's finger to enter.
"Oh."
It wiggled slightly inside him as Yunho got him used to the feeling. Mingi's hands were gripping the bunched up duvet beneath him, needing something to hold onto.
The android took his time with the first finger, coaxing reedy whines from Mingi as he familiarized himself with the feeling of something inside him. Mingi never dared play with himself like this. falling back on his hand or a pillow to help him out when he was hard. This was a new sensation, but he would push through it if it meant Yunho finally give him what he wanted.
After a few more minutes of just one finger, Yunho came back with two, pumping them in leisurely to better prepare his human. Mingi nearly sobbed at the added heft, hands releasing the duvet to anchor himself with Yunho instead.
"Do you feel pain?"
"Not really, it feels g-good." Mingi quickly asserted, sinking even deeper into the feeling. "Want more."
"Would three fingers suffice?"
Mingi wanted to say, "You're cock, I'm asking for your cock," but all coherent thought left him as another finger joined the fray, mouth falling open on a wanton moan. Whatever advice Jongho gave him, he was putting it to good use. Mingi's high was building too fast. He worried he would come too soon.
"Prep has been completed. I will now insert my penis." Yunho's abrupt words elicit a surprised guffaw from Mingi, but the surprise was quickly replaced by an intake of breath as he felt the android nudge his cock against his entrance.
Yunho held tighter to Mingi's thighs as they went kicking. Ever so slowly, he stretched Mingi further and further. He cried out as he was spread open on Yunho's dick. While there was pain, it was gradually giving way to pleasure, his heavy breaths hitting the androids face as he bent over him.
"Any pain?" Mingi shook his head. "How do you feel?"
"Full," Mingi mewled. "So full."
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Mingi used this brief time while he was adjusting to stare up at his android. He could see Yunho's eyes dragging over him. Most likely doing a full body scan. Unnecessary, Mingi thought. Couldn't he see how good he was making him feel?
He tugged the android closer, connecting their lips with desperation. Mingi was sloppy with it, breathing too hard to really even call it a kiss. Yunho didn't seem to mind, indulging Mingi as he gave the robot's lips kitten licks.
"You c-can move," Mingi encouraged.
Yunho readily obliged. He began with a slow grind, short thrusts that punched noises out of Mingi. He clung to the android when his hips sped up, clawing marks along Yunho's back. The android had no reaction to the nails digging into his back, focused entirely on driving into Mingi at an unruly pace. It was maddening.
Another new sensation was introduced when Yunho hit a spot inside him that caused a full-body shiver. "There! Please, do it again."
So good, Mingi hadn't realized it could feel this good. The worries he'd felt were irrelevant now, lost in the haze of good sex. He fought to keep his eyes open, to stare up at Yunho, enamored by his concentration. Another shiver ran through his body, blissed out smile already forming.
"I love you," whispered Mingi. Something precarious that used to scare him. But here and now, with Yunho seethed inside, he wanted the android to know. He couldn't hold it back anymore.
There was a pause as Yunho took his words in, the android seemingly battling the mixed emotions he saw on Mingi's face. Despite his fucked out smile, there were tears stinging the corners of Mingi's eyes, a lone tear spilling over as Yunho gazed down at him.
"You're beautiful, Mingi." Yunho stressed his point with a buck of his hips, Mingi moaning at the suddenness of it. "You're so beautiful"—another thrust—"My pretty princess." Mingi couldn't contain his sobs as Yunho persisted on, the squelch absolutely obscene with every movement.
"I love you, Mingi." More sobs as Yunho's confession washed over him. "I love you more than my processors are cable of. Even if I had to run at my lowest setting to accommodate every memory we make, I would. I would never want to forget you."
Mingi lost it. His body tensed up as he came all over himself untouched, a combination of Yunho's sweet words and raw actions taking him to completion. The man he thought incapable of all this love had so much love to give and then some.
He was held until his breathing evened out, Yunho gently easing out of him to find a towel to clean him with. He patted him down, pressing a few kisses along the way, affection flowing heavy into every action. Mingi couldn't believe he was this loved.
"I suggest a bath to properly clean you up."
"Later," Mingi whined, making grabby hands at his robot. "Need a nap."
Succumbing to Mingi came easy for the android, falling into bed and pulling Mingi close. He basked in Yunho's attention, preening when a hand came up to card through his hair, dislodging all the clips Mingi had meticulously placed. It didn't matter so much now where they went. He was perfectly content to lay with Yunho like this.
Yunho who was genuinely caring, who loved Mingi with everything he had.
Mingi was glad he applied for a school so far away. It brought him Yunho, caretaker and companion model, but also. Mingi's now doting boyfriend.