✖ yerim's apartment

@kim yerim [I'm sorry it took so long. I'm so demotivated right now OTL]

"Doesn't it depend on the type of person though? There are probably a few people who don't like any kind of surprises." Hyungsik could have named at least a couple of reasons for someone not liking surprises right then and there, but somehow the male android knew that it was probably not what his girlfriend was wishing for. Although it would have been indeed something surprising, it wasn't neccessarily the good kind of surprise that Yerim seemed to like.

His eyes still on her face, Hyungsik listened to her voice, quickly progressing her words. From what he understood, she seemed to indicate that she had an expensive taste, liking to wear designer clothes. One glance around her bedroom proved him right that she was indeed coming from a rich family. Which was actually no surprise since most customers of the boyfriends factory were rich people. After all the andriods weren't exactly cheap.

If he had been human, Hyungsik would have watched the female with some kind of amusement. Seeing how she didn't want to share him with anyone could have been an indication that she might be the jealous type, but the computer knew better. Right now Kim Yerim wasn't in love with Park Hyungsik. Instead she was more comparable to a child, refusing to share it's toy with anyone. Not that he would have mind, anyway. Even if she decided to lock him up in this house all day, keeping him with her 24/7, Hyungsik would gladly accept, doing anything she was wishing for, as long as it kept the princess happy. Until the day the fairy tale would end.

"How could I ever hate you, princess? After all I was made to love." Smiling slightly at her, the android stepped closer, before settling down right next to her on the bed. once he situated himself, he took a second to watch her long fingers running through her hair. Reaching out, Hyungsik took hold of one edge of the band between her lips, slightly tugging at it for her to let go. "Why putting your hair up? You look prettier with your hair down. And to answer your questions...I don't neccessarily need food, although it can be used as some kind of energy provider. Obviously I'm running on electricity. Inside of me I have a battery, something comparable to a human's heart. Being smart...is objective. Compared to a normal human I might be smart, as in knowing a lot, but then again it's just data that I collected over the time and a lot of other information that had been saved on my memory by someone else. In the end I'm nothing more than a machine, created by humans. If not for them I would just be an empty case, so I would say I'm not smart at all. All the things I can and can't do are preprogrammed. Hacking is one of the latter, same goes for "super-spy". I was programmed to please my owner by loving her. I may be promoted as a prince charming, but I'm no superhero. If you fall off a building I can't do anything but calling the ambulance, so don't even think about trying it out."

@014 - hyungsik Her little shrug was coupled with a small smirk, "it's no secret that girls like a little surprise?" Hyungsik tends to ask his questions a little too literally, which made it hard for Yerim to twist around his words. But the girl could get use to it regardless, she would find a way to make their interaction more.. /productive/.

Her legs swinging in the air, she just tilted her head from side to side, inwardly agreeing and disagreeing to the pieces he picked out while choosing. Humming softly, Yerim feels like a stalker as she watched the humanoid scan through the clothing and putting them on one by one in sequence. Boxers, black jeans and a t-shirt. Not bad, his default taste seems pretty stylish.

"Designer shirt, expensive taste, indeed you're my boyfriend~" the lady laughed softly, mumbling mostly to herself as he pulled on the last piece of clothing. Sitting upright with her legs crossed, Yerim quirked an eyebrow at his words, before letting out an amused scoff. "Ashamed? I can parade you around with me in the public and not feel ashamed about it. Don't doubt your man-made perfection. Just that there's no reason for me to please the eyes of other ladies out there, hence we need you all wrapped up." Circling a finger that's pointed towards him, indicating his whole self, she stated a-matter-of-factly, "All these, are for my own consumption. Only. Mine. All. Everything."

Pleased, she nodded to herself before patting the space on the bed beside her, asking him to go over to her king-sized bed. "And this is your bed, there's no reason for you to sleep elsewhere unless you secretly hate me or something. Shall we start on a little Q&A before we go on our own adventure?" Yerim chuckled before pulling the ribbon out of her hair, combing her hair with her fingers again to tie her hair in a (hopefully)neater way. Eyes fixed on the man before her, she held the band in between her lips as she continued brushing her hair backwards. "So do you need food? Or like, what kind of energy do you run on? And are you like, super smart? Can you hack computers or do anything that's say, "super-spy" like? If I fall down a 10 storey building can you save me?"

[ignore the model...he's definitely less handsome than Hyungsik but that's the shirt he chose^^

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@kim yerim Like always he carefully listened to her words, recording them before they were transcripted and turned into a code consisting of nearly endless strings of numbers and letters. Feeding his computer with the newly gained information, the humanoid was searching his memory for a suitable reply. from what he had analyzed so far, Kim Yerim seemed to be like someone who liked to play around and mess with her counterpart, not the lovesick overly romantic girl who was wishing for a fairytale like love. For now he wouldn't have to act all lovey dovey and caring like a prince charming. Instead the machine came to the conclusion that the female would probably enjoy it more if he was playing along with her.

"Then do you wish me to do more unexpected things? To catch you off guard?" If she wished for it, he would do it. She just needed to utter a word and her wish would be his command.

Prim and proper lady. Maybe as a human, having the personality that he as Hyungsik had, he would have snorted at that comment, not really believing it, but since he was just a machine, he just saved the piece of information, putting it to all the other facts he had collected about her, slowly creating some kind of image of Yerim. The moment she extended her arm, the male automatically reached out for her, taking her tiny hand into his before he followed her closely into what seemed to be her bedroom.

His eyes then fell on the white closet, slowly approaching it as she explained the content to him. Clothes. His. Giving those keywords to the processor inside of his head, the machine immediately connected to the world wide web via wifi, entering the data base of the Boyfriend Factory where he opened the one folder which was named #014. Instead of putting everything onto the memory card inside of the male, data had been splitted up and stored in several other places. For example data containing suggestions on his styling. Thank god, Miss Park, who was the head of the group of scientist who were in charge of humanoid #014, was one of those women who took greater interest in fashion. It was almost inevitable for her not to use the humanoid as dress up doll whenever he was shipped back to the factory, one by one filling the folder "clothes" with countless pictures of how to combine clothes to enhance his outer appearance.

For a moment the humanoid took the time to compare the content of the closet with the pictures of Miss Park's suggestions before she reached out for the underwear first. Boxer briefs seemed to be about fine. Slipping into the piece of clothing he then started taking out different trousers. In the end the humanoid took out a pair of black jeans, combining them with a black and white striped T-shirt, quickly changing into them before he turned around to his girlfriend.

"Is this fashionable enough that you don't need to feel ashamed to go outside with me?"

@014 - hyungsik Her cheeks puffed up at his answer, albeit not exactly hating it (since no sane girl would actually hate someone saying that to them), the girl crossed her arms before letting the air out from her pursed lips. "Tch- as expected," pretending to look disappointed, Yerim shook her head, "and so I thought you'll say something that'll catch me off guard." /Like your first words/, but she had decided against letting the humanoid bask in the glory of tripping the system of a human lady.

As much as the "view" in front of her was more than just pleasing(those toned abs and firm biceps, not the, /ahem/), Yerim knew that having a man walking around the house just ain't right. And from the experience of her first doll, she now knew that she had to prepare clothes for them. Clothes she did prepared. A closet full of men's clothing(right beside hers)- from dress shirt to wife beater, from skinny jeans to boxers. Everything. Literally everything. She even set up a small dressing table for him(right beside hers, again), drawers filled with sunglasses, watches and several kinds of accessories. She had decided since she can't bring a doll out shopping, she could just bring the shopping to him.

Pretending to straighten herself out while clearing , unaware that her hair was still sticking out in the wrong places, Yerim announced. "Since I'm such a prim and proper lady, let's still get you dressed," leaving out the /no matter how reluctant I am/, "and due to the fact that I strongly believe in the free will of the human.....-oid race, I'll let you choose your own. Come on!" Extending her palm to him a little too excitedly for him to take, the lady led the both of them to her room before bouncing onto her own bed, pointing towards the white closet beside the black one.

"Everything in the white one is yours, put on whichever that you like," Yerim grinned before letting out an excited chuckle, resting her chin on her palms while laying her tummy on the bed. Rather than dressing him up the way she wanted him to, Yerim found it more interesting to see, perhaps, the default choice of style for #014. To be relatively honest, this was her way to remind herself that he was, in fact a robot. She would rather not "love" a programmed system that tells her he loves her in the most insincere way ever, and getting all heartbroken and sad over it when she would later come to realise that it's lying. Nah, dramas belong to the script, not her life. Hence, why not just, enjoy the company of a robot, and play the "you-can't-let-me-love-you" game.

@kim yerim So she just wanted to mess with him, but not that it really bothered him. Ever since his rather dramatic breakdown as #014 Junmyeon, there had been several arrangements made to prevent that situation to happen again. Since Junmyeon had been a rather old model, almost three decades in use, it was just inevitable that his software would become outdated at a certain point. Now equipped with one of the newest models of harddisks as well as a brandnew processor, it was almost impossible to throw him out of his loop. Knowing that there would also be some people who would rather mess around with the robots instead of enjoying a lovey dovey life with the male androids, a research team had been created which was entrusted with the task to come up with the most bizarre and complicated questions and tasks as possible, in order to protect the boyfriends.

So there were several options programmed into his system, regarding the question what he would like to do if he could do whatever he wanted, just that those probably wouldn't be what she was expecting. When she was tip toeing in front of him, her lips locking with his once more, the android just stayed still, letting her do whatever she wanted to since the computer inside of his head had come to the conclusion that she wasn't aiming for a make out session.

Looking down to the female, he kept his eyes locked with hers, recording each and every of her movements, collecting data about her 24/7. If people really thought about it seriously, maybe they would have found it rather creepy, that a machine was recording them nonstop, analyzing their behaviour day and night. But then again, most people purchasing humanoids from the boyfriend factory, just didn't seem to care about it, too busy with being in love with love.

For a second his computer was searching for a right answer, randomly choosing one of the preprogrammed replies to that question. "If given the choice, i would just want to stay with you and do whatever you want me to do." Of course it would have been easier if there had been simple options like 'I want to eat', 'I want to go on a date with you' or even 'I want to make you mine.' but those just didn't fulfill his purpose, to do anything that his girlfriend wanted, as a boyfriend.

@014 - hyungsik The lady almost scowled at his reply and slowly leaned away to look at him, hands still around his neck. "No, I simply want to make things difficult for you, so I wish for you to figure out my deepest, darkest desires~" The lady cooed with a small smirk, tilting her head to one side while observing his pre-programmed facial expressions. Yerim is definitely not like how she is in front of Hyungsik if she's in front of another real, human, male species. Knowing that he's simply a robot, the lady found it found to mess with his system, hoping to give him questions he was not programmed to answer, have feelings he won't be able to comprehend.

"What if I want you to do whatever you like? Like, run free, kinda stuff..?"

In her head, it's simply screaming: CATASTROPHE! CATASTROPHE! ROBOTS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE WORLD! NOW DIE YOU HUMAN SPECIES! DIE! PHEW PHEW PHEW! TA TA TA TA TA!

Sometimes people think that she's crazy, but Yerim always argues that she's a writer. A writer would need to be a little crazy in order to be creative, hence she's perfectly who she's suppose to be. Now standing before her was a humanoid that wouldn't judge her for whatever she does, she can be absolutely crazy and he would still love her..right? Since he was programmed to do so. With yet another cheeky grin, the girl tip toed again and press her lips against his briefly before unwrapping her arms around him. It might sound a little wrong but Yerim was really glad that she could, somehow, do whatever she wants with him and he won't push her away.

"So Mr boyfriend, if given a choice to do whatever you want.. what would you do?"

@kim yerim it wasn't really that he wanted to say that line, but somehow his creator had found it funny to make him ask this question instead of the typical "Hello, my name is xyz.". If he had been a human he sure would have refused to say it, knowing that it would most certainly only bring him some trouble. But of course he was no human, therefore he wasn't able to think anything and only did the things that he was programmed to do. For example, his hand dropped from her cheek while his face turned into a blank expression as the tiny computer in his head couldn't comprehend the gibberish she was uttering.

Silently he watched the female shake her head, seemingly trying to gain her composure back before her arms s around his neck, her face close to his again. Just to make it easier for her to talk to him, he lowered his head, almost resting his forehead on her shoulder.

It only took him a break of the second to take in her words, converting them into a string of numbers which was sent to his main processor to compare it with other already preprogrammed dialogues in order for him to find the 'right' reply. The whole process was done in less than a second, plus another second in which he just waited, following the 3-seconds-rule, which says that when talking to someone else one should reply after about 2 or 3 seconds after the other person had finished their sentence as it gave them a feeling of being listened to.

"My duty is to be a boyfriend, to take care of my girlfriend and to do whatever she wishes for. So it would be much easier for both of us if you just told me what you want." Straightforward like always. To a few of the scientists, who had been helping to create him, that character trait seemed a bit too much, fearing that the machine might come off as a bit cold or rude, while others argued that it was his charm. It all just depended on his owner.

@014 - hyungsik The girl leaned the slightest bit away when she felt the cold metal heating up to a human's warmth, a smile widen when he finally opened his eyes. When he took her cheek in her palm, she had wanted to drop a cheesy remark along the line of "like what you see?", but before she could sound a single syllabus, his first sentence caught her off guard. The man-made breath of his against her neck sending a tingling shiver down her spine.

Badum. Badum. Badum badum badum.

Was it natural for her heart to race at such a speed because of a humanoid? She had always been the cheekiest one out of her network of friends and family, but here she was getting flustered. She caught herself just in time before her eyes travel southwards at his question, before spilling a string of gibberish, " Eee.. ttt.. ff..aaaa.. ee.. rr.. uu.. sss.." Quickly shaking her head lightly to snap herself back to reality, it took her a couple of blinks to regain her composure. She would be lying if she said that she's not.. /excited/.. in some way, but then again, two can play the game. Casually wrapping her arms on his neck since it was within her reach, she kept their face at the same distance apart, yet pressing her body against his, whispering back into his ear with a mischievous smirk.

"Isn't it.. Your duty to find out?"

@kim yerim It didn't take long for the humanoid to arrive at his destination, the delivery men carefully carrying him to the front door before the bell rang and he was now officially in the temporary possession of Miss Kim Yerim. A few minutes passed before a pair of soft lips were placed on his, giving the machine the signal to finally wake up.

Immediately his system started to boot up, signaling the battery ,which was located where the human heart was, to pump electricity throughout his body. In a blink of an eye, the electricity spread out from his core to the tiniest cables in his fingertips, compareable to blood running through a human's veins. Several seconds passed in which his program finished updating, collecting all the information he had been given beforehand about his new owner, before his eyes finally opened. Within milliseconds his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, searching the room for a human being.

His eyes then landed on the girl in front of him and immediately a slight smile spread across his face. Since she was too close to him to give him space to step out of his box, Hyungsik just stood there in his box, eyes focused on her face. Kim Yerim, 22, writer, beautiful eyes. For the first time in the past few months, the android began to move, slowly lifting his right hand to her cheek as he took another moment to observe her face, although the picture of her had already been imprinted into his memory. Slowly, carefully, the male brought his face closer towards hers until his lips almost touched her earlobe.

"Tell me...What is your deepest desire?"

@014 - hyungsik With arms and legs crossed, a soft hum was heard from the lips pursed together. Eyelids close, head on the couch, Yerim was in an upside down position trying to calm herself down from her excitement. She had tried to play ninja, finding locations to hide so as to spy on the delivery man whom she did not manage to catch a glimpse of the previous time. She was simply curious as to how her doll would be delivered to her, but gave up being ninja when the delivery man did not appear since 2 days ago. Taking in another breath and let out yet another boring hum, she almost sprain her neck when she fell off the couch from the chime of the doorbell. Letting out a loud, unglamorous yelp, the girl stumbled towards the door and flung the door open, eyes wide and breath heavy.

Dragging in the huge box, the girl ignored how her hair was sticking up in all the wrong places and started to unwrap her long awaited "package". Once the lid was opened and a flawless man was presented silently, Yerim letted out another bimbotic screech of excitement. Now familiar with the activation, Yerim pounced onto the machine mercilessly to give it a hug, awfully aware yet choosing to disregard the fact that it's, . Both of its lifeless cheeks clasped in between her palms, the girl puckered her lips and pressed it against the machine's soft ones on tippy toes, having no intention to pull away.

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@010 - yixing Perhaps due to the fact that she had never really had a proper boyfriend all her life, as most of them are too afraid of her older brother, Yerim was almost disappointed when Lay pulled the white tee over his head. There goes the beautiful abs. The white shirt was a little old, but Lay still looked incredibly charming in though. She raised a brow when she noticed that the grey track pants was too short for him, which made her snicker mentally. What a short brother she has that can never be compared to her god-like-immortal-boyfriend. He's so beautiful that she thought she could cling onto him for the rest of her life.

The moment her name rolled out melodiously off his tongue, her cheekbones rose so high up as she bit in a grin. "T-Thank you," she replied, a little shyly. Her fingers could not part from his dimples, too fascinated that they made these robots to such details. "Yes please, these are just too beautiful that I think I'll go crazy just looking at them the whole day.." Yerim blurted out without letting her words get filtered through her brain. She wouldn't have been this.. /excited/ if he was a real man before her. She would have tried her best to put up a ladylike front, being all innocent and cute, those irritating stuff that men likes. But with Lay, she knows that she can be the most natural to her original self, and he would still love her. Since, he's programmed that way. With a wide grin, she leaned up to peck his lips before pulling away, "let's go get you some new clothes instead, these old rags are disrespecting your perfection." Her nod was determined, as a small chuckle escaped her lips, "I'll go get changed, you can wait for me at the couch or something.." Turning around to pace back towards her room, Yerim didn't bother to reach her room and close the door before pulling her oversized shirt over her ahead, effectively stripping in front of Lay. It's not that she's trying to be indecent, Yerim just thought that a robot wouldn't mind.. right? With her door wide open, she picked up a white crochet dress and started to change into it, walking towards her mirror to tidy herself up, combing her hair and applying some makeup.

@kim yerim Yixing watched a little amused as his owner blush, a sign of embarrassment he noted. Though, he didn't know what made her blush, just that she looked pretty even when her cheeked were tinted slightly red. Apparently, she didn't thought to prepare clothes for him looking at the way she seemed to be at a loss at finding him something to wear. He waited patiently, albeit a little embarrassed himself too as his system told him that it wasn't common for men to walk around in front of someone they just met.

He didn't know how much time she took, he lost tracked after 5 minutes as he let his eyes glance around the apartment again. It was a nice apartment, simple and elegant, so that was her style he assumed as his system took note of it. Finally, she came back with some clothes that looked a little old and used. It looked like those had been sitting in the closet for ages but he was not in the position to be picky. He was just a machine after all and he didn't want to displease her. He accepted the clothes with a smile and calmly rejected her offer, "thank you, I can manage by myself." While putting on the clothes, his ponders about her offer, he knew how to dress himself, and again, his system said it was inappropriate for him to be in front of her. So he really didn't know why did she gave such an offer? Humans are confusing, even his fully programmed system had a hard time understanding them.

"Yerim," he tested her name out on her tongue, it sounded nice and smooth and he found that he like it. "You have a pretty name. Either is fine, you can call me anything you want," Yixing gave her another smile. He was a little startled at her reaction when she saw his dimples, not knowing what the big fuss is about. Was it strange for him to have dimples? She like it though, it was what he was able to conclude after observing her reaction. He gave a soft chuckles, "do you like my dimples? I'll smile more often for you." If she like it, he would do it, simple as that. Tilting his head at the question he had received, he shook his head and furrowed his eyebrow slightly, "not at the moment. Hmmm, are you hungry? a movie? shopping?" He listed some suggestions that his system had pull up for him, hoping that she would like one of them.

[agrh! finally, my mc was put to good use by replying you. x.x enjoy your trip!! XD]

@010 - yixing As if to counter the fact that her eyes could not open wider, Yerim felt like her orbs would fall out when he touched her cheeks. The way his palm felt warm and comforting caused the butterflies in her tummy to flutter wildly. She let out a snort before she could control it when he gave his reply, which made her slapped a palm over as her cheeks tinted a slight shade of red. A robot would be a robot, there would definitely be things that the machine couldn't do, as compared to a real man.

"Ah yes, hold up a sec'.." Yerim raise a palm to his face unintentionally with spinning around to head for her room. Surely she would have some oversized shirts that initially belonged to her brother that she had stolen for herself lying somewhere. Digging through her drawer while pulling out random shirts messily, she made some gibberish noise, huffing and puffing, until she found a plain white v neck that could probably fit him. Now the main problem has arrived, would she have any pants to spare? With her brows furrowed in seriousness, Yerim almost flipped her wardrobe upside down, until she found some grey track pants that most probably belonged to her brother.

"There! Here you go, you can put this stuff on.." Yerim picked up one of his large hands to place the clothes on his hand, biting in a small, sly grin, "..would you need my help?" She tried really hard not to laugh, and controlled herself not to reply his question with the stupid answers in her head. /Call me your highness, or princess Yerim, or master, or../ Slapping herself mentally, she smiled as innocently as she could achieve, "just call me Yerim, and I'll call you Lay, or would you prefer Yixing?" Her eyes widen once again when he smiled, gasping softly in amusement at his dimples. Taking a step closer to him, Yerim leaned in closer and let a finger poke his dimple, utterly fascinated, "you have dimples?! Oh my gosh I think I'm going to faint.. this is the coolest thing I've ever saw.." Realising a tat too late that she's being her natural self again, an idiot, she took a step back before replying, "ayyyyy, what to do hmm.." She had no idea what she wants to do with him now honestly speaking, she was just bored being alone and needed an a companion. A massage? Clean up the house? Make her meals? Watch a movie? "Eh.. Is there anything you would like to do?"

@kim yerim Yixing looked at his new owner with interest, she seemed like she couldn't believe he was here. He reached over to touch her face, as if to reassure her that he is real before saying, "Uhm, I am not really sure what you meant." His computer system installed within him could not formulate a suitable answer to the question his new owner asked and he furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. His new owner is a confusing one, he hoped that he could do a good job at pleasing her.

"I'm not cold, but some clothes would be nice" Yixing said gently while shaking his head. He wasn't a real human after all, he can't feel the 'cold' or 'warmth' in the surroundings that human can. The only way that the surrounding temperature would affect him would be his internal processors and motors because they'd overheat in extreme temperature. That would cause him to have a mild malfunction until he is cooled down and he wouldn't like to see that happen at all.

His didn't know his new owner's name, he realized. Nor had she told him what she wanted him to do. Maintaining his smile he asked, "Can I ask what's your name? Or would you like me to address you by something else?" He needs to figure out more about his new owner to serve her better and these questions are just the beginning of what he would like to know. "So, what can I do for you?" He flashed her another smile, him dimples making little dents in his cheeks.


[super duper late reply again. I'm so sorry gurl!]

@010 - yixing Her eyes fluttered close from the moment she pressed her lips on his, Yerim felt a chill down her spine when the machine starts to warm up to a human's temperature. Her breath was caught in when he actually kissed her back.

HE FREAKING KISS HER BACK, THIS THING IS REAL.

Feeling like as if her heart was going to burst from both nervousness and excitement, Yerim kept her eyes closed when he pulled back, her lips unknowingly. Slowly opening her wide, curious eyes, the girl stared right into his robotic orbs that looked just like a real human being's. "Oh my Saint Maria..you're moving.." The girl almost screamed when he first let out that melodious syllabus, her hands gripped tightly into a fist to stop herself from hyperventilating. OH LORD HOW IS HE SO PERFECT. AND HE SAID HE'S HER BOYFRIEND.

Truth to be told, Yerim couldn't deny the fact that she(her rotten mind).. rather than a boyfriend, she did have thoughts that he could be her slave instead. However, upon meeting this man-made perfection, she thought that she could be his slave instead. /You know, like how robots shall successfully take over the world./ "Oooooo, Lay, like, lay with me kinda lay?" wiggling her eyebrows cheekily at him, Yerim couldn't stop her laughter at her own idiocy.

Giving him a gentle pat on his chest, she tilted her head at him and asked in genuine curiosity , "are you cold? Or like, will you ever get cold? Like, are clothes necessar- /coughs/ I mean, yeah, cold?" Blinking softly with utmost innocence, it never actually crossed her mind that she would have to prepare clothes, not that she mind him nak- no, she need to get him something to wear. Yes.

@kim yerim The switch was snapped shut when a pair of lips was pressed onto Yixing's. With the switch's closure, the circuit closed and electricity impulses could flow through smoothly allowing Yixing to start up. His internal system booted up with the recognition of his new owner. His mechanical heart started conducting and sending electricity throughout his whole system. These electric signals traveled through his system heating up his synthetic body to mimic human temperature, and making him more human like in turn. His could hear and feel the surroundings and was clearly aware of the pair of lips still on his but wasn't ready to open his eyes to greet his owner. His system was still loading up and it will take a while before he was fully functional.

//Booting up // Loading // Please wait // Standby // Ready //

When his system deemed him to be fully operational, he opened his eyes. He wasn't surprised to see a face so closed to his, having already been aware that his new owner still had her lips pressed on his. He had to had his system to zoom out his view to observe his owner's eye because she was too close. He kissed her back, giving her a gentle peck before pulling away. Face to face with her now, his system programmed greeting played out. "Hello, I am your new boyfriend"

He gave her a sweet smile before continuing, "My name is Yixing, or Lay. What can I do for you?" He stayed still in the box containing him while observing his new owner, not daring to move without further instructions. His system, meanwhile took note of her features and little movements, wanting to know more about her.

The girl had been nothing but restless, all Yerim had been doing was waiting for her precious doll to be sent to her. Sprawled unglamorously across the couch, her sighs were so repetitive that even she herself got bored of sighing. Mumbling gibberish while staring at the clock upside down, a short gasp escaped her lips when the doorbell rang.

FINALLY.

Jumping up from the couch, the excited female dashed towards the door and flung it open, breathing heavily as the huge package before her. An inaudible squeal escaped her lips as she glanced around to spot the delivery man to no avail. Dragging the box into the living room, she paused her actions to catch her breath, before gently opening the cover. "Woah... man..." was the first "ladylike" comment she made when her eyes met his closed ones, and after she let her gaze travelled downwards. Not exactly shy about it like she should have been, the curious girl extended a finger to poke his abs. "Woah..." was all she said, even though she's well aware that he was build like that.

Biting her lips excitedly, she can't wait to bring it to life. Picking up the manual, she flipped to the page that read "ACTIVATION". Blinking at the instructions given, that idiotic girl couldn't help but squeal again from the excitement of kissing an immobile man. Without further ado, she pounced onto him, hold him by his shoulder as she stood on tiptoes, pressing her lips against his, with no intention to move away.