ϟ yifan's place

@∆ wu yifan Taemin’s eyebrow cocked at his creator’s answer. Eyeing the taller male from head to toe the robot wasn’t sure if Yifan was joking or not. But it really seemed that he had meant what he said. “Do I look like a maid or grandma to you?!” he asked and stepped closer towards the blond male. He flung his arms around the latter’s neck and placed his chin on top of the other’s head. “Yifan play with me. Why did you even create me if I’m alone in my room most of the time?” Taemin asked gloomy. He knew that his creator had to work to earn money for both of them but being lonely most of the time wasn’t something he liked.

@۝ lee taemin Yifan stared silently at the roof of his room as he heard faint thudding sounds that came from his robot's room, Taemin. He didn't know how he created such a creature that was snarky yet playful, and rowdy but not too overwhelming. He knew the other wanted to go out, but he would most certainly be hurt or even killed. Yifan was lucky himself from years of experience that he didn't get jumped, but one day he'll let him roam the streets. The man sighed as he went back to his composition, for his day job as a small time and moderately successful composer, writing a few more notes before Taemin bursted through his door. The elder robot didn't even flinch from the nickname or sound, only continuing to write. "You could always help me, you know, clean around here since you make most of the mess. Or Go to pick book from my collection. There's a lot to do." He said in soft tone. Yifan had to admit, the last part was a bit of a lie.

Music was blasting from the speakers while the blond robot was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling and singing along to Epik High’s ‚Born Hater‘. It was Sunday and the boy was beyond bored, all the places in the underground that would allow robots were closed and since he wasn’t allowed to stroll down the streets of Seoul he had to stay at home. His creator Wu Yifan hadn’t left his room the whole day, probably working on a new creation so he was all by himself. The robot let out his breath in a long sigh and rolled on his stomach. Why had that old man created him if he didn’t even play or spend time with him? Determined Taemin jumped from his bed and headed towards his creator’s room. Not even bothering to knock, he flung the door open and stepped inside. “Yah, grandpa I’m bored!” he exclaimed while scratching his neck.