Mechanical Warmth; Jinki/Kibum; PG
Title: Mechanical Warmth
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: PG
Pairing/Focus: Jinki/Kibum
A/N: This was inspired by The Script's Science and Faith. I love it to pieces. ;__; ♥
Mechanical Warmth
Kibum's staring at the huge package resting on his carpet. It's life-sized (thus earning a "What is this, a coffin?" remark from the delivery boy as he handed the delivery form to Kibum) and scary because Kibum's never ordered anything, much less online, that's as big as this.
But fuck it, because the initial embarrassment and the temporary shock are all worth. All worth it because there, lying in that box, is the key to his dull twenty-something life.
Kibum slowly bends down to his knees, his heart beating faster than usual as he proceeds to tear the tape that sealed the box. When he's done with that, Kibum lets out a huff as he uses both hands to pull open the lid of his package.
And then there, lying on his apartment floor, is the robot he had chosen online just a month ago.
Kibum breathes, long and hard, as his eyes marvel at the robot. Its face was boyishly handsome (just how Kibum liked it), and his lips were thick and very, very kissable. His body was muscled in just the right way, and oh, Kibum's eyes are on his cock. His very sizeable cock.
Kibum winces as he thinks of what it will feel like to have it inside him, but he mentally slaps himself because really, he doesn't need to daydream like a hormonal teenager. Not when Kibum has this delicious excuse for a robot.
He idly picks up the instruction manual and flips through it, catching phrases of best orgasm of your life and gives pleasure any time, any day. Kibum feels his cheeks flushing by the time he finds the instruction on how to turn on his robot (the pun makes it worse).
Apparently, he needs to whisper the verification code against one of the robot's ears.
Kibum bites his lip, then steals a glance at his robot. For a few moments he hesitates, because it doesn't really help that his robot looks so real. Finally, he manages to shake off the anxiety as he tells himself to just go with it.
Being on top of his robot is enough to make Kibum hard. It felt so-- so human against him. Kibum runs a hand down the robot's side, and he shivers in delight at the mysterious warmth it radiates onto his fingers.
Kibum takes a deep breath and whispers the code against the robot's ear, heart thrumming as he places his hands on either side of the robot's face.
And then the robot's eyes snap open, and he's screaming, telling Kibum to get off him, and oh my god, why was he naked--
"Wait, what the hell?" Kibum hisses as he smacks the robot's head, earning him a loud whimper. "What the fuck are you screaming about, jesus fuck--"
"I'm sorry!" the robot cries, at the same time trying to cover himself. Kibum frowns deeply, his hard on already gone. Seriously, what the fuck?
"Is this some sort of sick prank?" Kibum snarls. He looks around, possibly for hidden cameras. "Alright, haha, very funny, I guess I'm gonna be on TV, huh? Well, whatever okay, just get the fuck out of my apartment now or I swear--"
"Why are you talking to the ceiling?" the robot pipes in, obviously over the initial shock of having Kibum on top of him, head tilting to the side as he studies the boy in question. "Hey, what's your name?", he adds with a bright smile that makes Kibum's eyes turn to slits, because holy shit, that's bright.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Kibum spats. He paces towards the phone, dialing the company responsible for his problem.
"Hello?" a chipper voice answers after the third ring. "This is Kim Jonghyun speaking--"
"Yes, hi, we've talked." Kibum says tonelessly. "Kim Kibum, remember?"
"Oh, yes! What could I assist you of, Mr. Kim?" the cheerful tone irks Kibum tremendously.
"Hmm, oh, I don't know... maybe tell me why the hell my robot is acting weird on me?"
And at that the robot cowers away, hiding himself from view as Kibum rattles on.
"--and after turning him on, he went berserk and pushed me away. And now he's asking for my name." Kibum takes a long breath before continuing. "I thought he was supposed to fulfill my desires or whatever shit was written on the manual. If this is your idea of a joke, then I'm definitely not laughing."
There's a pause on the other line, then Jonghyun makes a noise as if he's trying to hold back his laughter.
"Mr. Kim, maybe you just don't know how to properly turn him on." then a giggle shoots through the static, causing a vein near Kibum's temple to pop up.
"Fuck you." he says, ready to kill this Kim Jonghyun any second now.
"Please lighten up, Mr. Kim." Jonghyun's tone automatically changes to a professional. "Please standby while I ask more information about your robot--"
Elevator music plays instantly, and Kibum's left tapping his foot impatiently, perfectly aware that his robot is sneaking glances at him.
"Hello? Yes, I've acquired his profile--" a shuffle of papers cuts through. "Your robot is 006639, better known as Onew. But apparently, the manufacturer messed up and somehow it claims to be Lee Jinki. Other than that, his profile is clean, and there seems to be no problem with it sexually, but I'll have my people make a clear diagnosis."
Kibum makes a hopeless sound as Jonghyun tells him to stay put, we'll call you back as soon as we get to the bottom of this, Mr Kim.
Turning to where he left his robot standing, Kibum frowns upon seeing him crouching behind the couch, peering at him anxiously.
"I have no choice but to let you stay here." he says. His heart flutters weirdly as the robot smiles brightly, obviously relieved.
"I'm Lee Jinki."
Kibum's frown deepens.
"No, you're Onew."
But Jinki shakes his head fiercely. "I'm Lee Jinki."
Kibum lets Jinki win by shrugging his shoulders and bending down to clean the mess he made.
"Either way, you're still a robot."
*
Kibum wakes up to the smell of something atrocious, and his mind quickly registers the kitchen as he gets up and runs to where his feet automatically take him.
Thick smoke is evading the kitchen and heading to his living room by the time Kibum's fully awake. He spots a flailing Jinki who tries to put off the stove, but only makes it worse by twisting the knob into a higher setting.
Kibum pushes Jinki aside and quickly shuts off the stove.
"K-Kibum, I--" Jinki's stuttering only makes Kibum more annoyed than he already is. He sort of snarls at Jinki, then opens the windows and lets the smoke waft out of his apartment.
"What were you trying to do?" Kibum snaps, whipping his head at Jinki. "Were you trying to burn down the apartment?"
"No!" Jinki quickly says, shaking his head. "I was-- I was just trying to cook you breakfast, but, well, I kind of forgot about it when I went and looked for some clothes--"
And at this Kibum's eyes widen comically as it registers in his mind that Jinki's wearing his favorite shirt and one of his most expensive jeans.
"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into." Kibum buries his face in his hands. Jinki looms closer, then awkwardly pats him on the back.
"There, there, Kibum." he says soothingly. It's almost working, but then Kibum realizes that Jinki just called him by name.
"How did you know my name?" Kibum asks suspiciously. "Did you go through my mail or something?"
"It wasn't like that at all!" Jinki raises his hands up in the air innocently. "Someone left you a voice message..."
Then Jinki closes his eyes. His mouth hangs open, in a way that makes Kibum think of a computer loading information.
"Kibum-hyung, please tell me you're going to make lunch, because Minho-hyung didn't have time to cook me breakfast and I'm reaaaaally hungry right now. So please bring me lunch. Okay. Um, bye."
Jinki closes his mouth, then opens his eyes. His smile falters when he sees Kibum gaping at him.
"How did you do that?" Kibum's eyes are comically wide again. "How did you copy Taemin's voice?"
"Um, I..." Jinki shifts his gaze away from Kibum. "Probably because I'm a robot?"
"Oh." Kibum feels a pang in his chest. It takes a moment for him to remember that, oh yeah, Jinki's a robot, duh.
"Good point."
*
"How was work?"
Kibum's greeted with Jinki and his smile, eyes conveying how much he missed Kibum, who in turn sullenly shakes his head.
"Boring, as per usual." he says bitterly. "Taemin and Minho won't stop being lovey-dovey around me. They're a constant reminder of how sad my life is, and as much as I love them, I just want to find some new friends. New, single friends."
When he's done, he sees Jinki looking at him peculiarly. Kibum realizes that he's just said a very embarrassing fact about himself that he's tried so hard to hide. This was the first time he's ever shared his predicament to anyone else (and yes, robots included).
"Ah, I-- Kibum," Jinki breaks the silence, eyes crinkling to half moons as he smiles shyly at Kibum. "I-- I can be your boyfriend."
Kibum's heart stutters.
No, you're supposed to be my fuck buddy and right now we're supposed to have hot sex but I don't know what's wrong with me and that stupid smile of yours makes me blind all the time it's so annoying--
"Don't be ridiculous, Jinki." Kibum rolls his eyes, chuckling as he starts walking away. "You're a robot."
Kibum disappears into his room before Jinki can say anything, missing the way his shoulders slump.
*
Weeks pass by and somehow Kibum warms up to Jinki, finding his tendency to trip over air endearing, and his stuttering to be a part of his charm.
And all the while he's wiling himself to slowly forget that Lee Jinki is still Onew, but the truth is seared right there against his hand whenever Jinki lets Kibum touch him.
Because he feels that beyond Jinki's skin, there's still, and only will be, steel.
*
"The weather's so nice outside, Kibum!" Jinki says one day, drawing out the curtains. Kibum squints his eyes, annoyed by the sudden invasion of sunlight in his room. "Let's go to the park!"
"Park? Today?" Kibum rolls over his bed, back facing Jinki. "No. I need sleep. It's the weekend and I rarely get my beauty sleep anymore. Go away, Jinki."
"Oh." Jinki mumbles after a long silence. "I'm sorry, Kibum."
Kibum feels the guilt settling heavily in his stomach when he hears the dejection ringing in his ears. He looks over his shoulder and watches as Jinki carefully walks out of the room, hearing I guess I'll just make breakfast then.
Kibum shoots up and paces towards Jinki, grabbing his wrist.
"I'll make breakfast. You, on the other hand, get dressed."
Jinki's smile is horribly contagious.
*
"This counts for a date, right, Kibum?"
"Well, yes, if we take out the part where you aren't exactly human."
Kibum lets Jinki take his hand. It's warm and comforting and feels just right as they walk around the nearly deserted park, save for a few couples sitting on the benches and just being generally sweet.
"Your hand is warm, though." Kibum says. His hand tingles as Jinki runs a thumb over his skin.
"Kibum."
They've stopped walking, and now they're in a part of the park where there's complete privacy. Kibum looks around, wondering how they got there, but Jinki calls for his attention with that voice that makes his knees go weak.
"Kibum," Jinki leans closer, his hand still tightly holding on to Kibum, who in turn is trying to look away again. "This-- this going to sound ridiculous and stupid, and I think you're probably going to hate me, but I-- for these past few weeks, I think... I think I've fallen in love with you."
Kibum feels his heart leap in his chest, but at the same time he also feels the dread seeping through every pore of his skin because he's sure he can see the bolts and wires and knobs working past those half moon eyes.
But what he's more certain of (and more afraid of) is the fact that he's definitely falling for Lee Jinki too.
And when Jinki fills in the silence by pressing their lips together, Kibum's struck dumb because he realizes that although Jinki is supposed to give him the best orgasm ever, Kibum thinks that sleeping with him is the last thing on his mind.
*
Kim Jonghyun calls him one afternoon.
"I'm sorry it took so long for the final diagnosis, Mr. Kim." Jonghyun apologizes profusely. "My people have found a bug in Onew's internal system. We've already scrapped the Onew design, and if you're still interested for your own sex robot, we can exchange Onew for another model, free of charge."
Seconds tick by as Kibum digests this all in. He looks up to see Jinki idly singing a song from an album they had listened to the other night. When he catches Kibum staring, he smiles and mouths the next line of the song (But you can't explain a love like ours) at him.
Kibum smiles, says that he's not interested, thank you very much. And before he hangs up, he says, "And by the way, his name's Lee Jinki, not Onew.".
"What was that all about?" Jinki crinkles his nose as Kibum sets the phone down. He shakes his head, pulling Jinki close to him instead. "But I heard my name!"
Kibum merely smiles as he leans his head against Jinki's shoulder. He places his hand over Jinki's chest, faltering when he feels the unmistakable whir of gears against his fingers.
"Is something wrong?" Jinki covers his hand with his own. Kibum smiles wider because it feels just right.
He closes his eyes and lets his mind wander to thoughts of machinery and attraction, and thinks that they're not too far apart.
"Nothing's wrong, Jinki. Nothing at all."
*
End
note: was it too hurried? D: lol idek. anyways, the album they listened to is science and faith by the script, and the line But you can't explain a love like ours is from the song with the same title. :)
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: PG
Pairing/Focus: Jinki/Kibum
A/N: This was inspired by The Script's Science and Faith. I love it to pieces. ;__; ♥
Mechanical Warmth
Kibum's staring at the huge package resting on his carpet. It's life-sized (thus earning a "What is this, a coffin?" remark from the delivery boy as he handed the delivery form to Kibum) and scary because Kibum's never ordered anything, much less online, that's as big as this.
But fuck it, because the initial embarrassment and the temporary shock are all worth. All worth it because there, lying in that box, is the key to his dull twenty-something life.
Kibum slowly bends down to his knees, his heart beating faster than usual as he proceeds to tear the tape that sealed the box. When he's done with that, Kibum lets out a huff as he uses both hands to pull open the lid of his package.
And then there, lying on his apartment floor, is the robot he had chosen online just a month ago.
Kibum breathes, long and hard, as his eyes marvel at the robot. Its face was boyishly handsome (just how Kibum liked it), and his lips were thick and very, very kissable. His body was muscled in just the right way, and oh, Kibum's eyes are on his cock. His very sizeable cock.
Kibum winces as he thinks of what it will feel like to have it inside him, but he mentally slaps himself because really, he doesn't need to daydream like a hormonal teenager. Not when Kibum has this delicious excuse for a robot.
He idly picks up the instruction manual and flips through it, catching phrases of best orgasm of your life and gives pleasure any time, any day. Kibum feels his cheeks flushing by the time he finds the instruction on how to turn on his robot (the pun makes it worse).
Apparently, he needs to whisper the verification code against one of the robot's ears.
Kibum bites his lip, then steals a glance at his robot. For a few moments he hesitates, because it doesn't really help that his robot looks so real. Finally, he manages to shake off the anxiety as he tells himself to just go with it.
Being on top of his robot is enough to make Kibum hard. It felt so-- so human against him. Kibum runs a hand down the robot's side, and he shivers in delight at the mysterious warmth it radiates onto his fingers.
Kibum takes a deep breath and whispers the code against the robot's ear, heart thrumming as he places his hands on either side of the robot's face.
And then the robot's eyes snap open, and he's screaming, telling Kibum to get off him, and oh my god, why was he naked--
"Wait, what the hell?" Kibum hisses as he smacks the robot's head, earning him a loud whimper. "What the fuck are you screaming about, jesus fuck--"
"I'm sorry!" the robot cries, at the same time trying to cover himself. Kibum frowns deeply, his hard on already gone. Seriously, what the fuck?
"Is this some sort of sick prank?" Kibum snarls. He looks around, possibly for hidden cameras. "Alright, haha, very funny, I guess I'm gonna be on TV, huh? Well, whatever okay, just get the fuck out of my apartment now or I swear--"
"Why are you talking to the ceiling?" the robot pipes in, obviously over the initial shock of having Kibum on top of him, head tilting to the side as he studies the boy in question. "Hey, what's your name?", he adds with a bright smile that makes Kibum's eyes turn to slits, because holy shit, that's bright.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Kibum spats. He paces towards the phone, dialing the company responsible for his problem.
"Hello?" a chipper voice answers after the third ring. "This is Kim Jonghyun speaking--"
"Yes, hi, we've talked." Kibum says tonelessly. "Kim Kibum, remember?"
"Oh, yes! What could I assist you of, Mr. Kim?" the cheerful tone irks Kibum tremendously.
"Hmm, oh, I don't know... maybe tell me why the hell my robot is acting weird on me?"
And at that the robot cowers away, hiding himself from view as Kibum rattles on.
"--and after turning him on, he went berserk and pushed me away. And now he's asking for my name." Kibum takes a long breath before continuing. "I thought he was supposed to fulfill my desires or whatever shit was written on the manual. If this is your idea of a joke, then I'm definitely not laughing."
There's a pause on the other line, then Jonghyun makes a noise as if he's trying to hold back his laughter.
"Mr. Kim, maybe you just don't know how to properly turn him on." then a giggle shoots through the static, causing a vein near Kibum's temple to pop up.
"Fuck you." he says, ready to kill this Kim Jonghyun any second now.
"Please lighten up, Mr. Kim." Jonghyun's tone automatically changes to a professional. "Please standby while I ask more information about your robot--"
Elevator music plays instantly, and Kibum's left tapping his foot impatiently, perfectly aware that his robot is sneaking glances at him.
"Hello? Yes, I've acquired his profile--" a shuffle of papers cuts through. "Your robot is 006639, better known as Onew. But apparently, the manufacturer messed up and somehow it claims to be Lee Jinki. Other than that, his profile is clean, and there seems to be no problem with it sexually, but I'll have my people make a clear diagnosis."
Kibum makes a hopeless sound as Jonghyun tells him to stay put, we'll call you back as soon as we get to the bottom of this, Mr Kim.
Turning to where he left his robot standing, Kibum frowns upon seeing him crouching behind the couch, peering at him anxiously.
"I have no choice but to let you stay here." he says. His heart flutters weirdly as the robot smiles brightly, obviously relieved.
"I'm Lee Jinki."
Kibum's frown deepens.
"No, you're Onew."
But Jinki shakes his head fiercely. "I'm Lee Jinki."
Kibum lets Jinki win by shrugging his shoulders and bending down to clean the mess he made.
"Either way, you're still a robot."
*
Kibum wakes up to the smell of something atrocious, and his mind quickly registers the kitchen as he gets up and runs to where his feet automatically take him.
Thick smoke is evading the kitchen and heading to his living room by the time Kibum's fully awake. He spots a flailing Jinki who tries to put off the stove, but only makes it worse by twisting the knob into a higher setting.
Kibum pushes Jinki aside and quickly shuts off the stove.
"K-Kibum, I--" Jinki's stuttering only makes Kibum more annoyed than he already is. He sort of snarls at Jinki, then opens the windows and lets the smoke waft out of his apartment.
"What were you trying to do?" Kibum snaps, whipping his head at Jinki. "Were you trying to burn down the apartment?"
"No!" Jinki quickly says, shaking his head. "I was-- I was just trying to cook you breakfast, but, well, I kind of forgot about it when I went and looked for some clothes--"
And at this Kibum's eyes widen comically as it registers in his mind that Jinki's wearing his favorite shirt and one of his most expensive jeans.
"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into." Kibum buries his face in his hands. Jinki looms closer, then awkwardly pats him on the back.
"There, there, Kibum." he says soothingly. It's almost working, but then Kibum realizes that Jinki just called him by name.
"How did you know my name?" Kibum asks suspiciously. "Did you go through my mail or something?"
"It wasn't like that at all!" Jinki raises his hands up in the air innocently. "Someone left you a voice message..."
Then Jinki closes his eyes. His mouth hangs open, in a way that makes Kibum think of a computer loading information.
"Kibum-hyung, please tell me you're going to make lunch, because Minho-hyung didn't have time to cook me breakfast and I'm reaaaaally hungry right now. So please bring me lunch. Okay. Um, bye."
Jinki closes his mouth, then opens his eyes. His smile falters when he sees Kibum gaping at him.
"How did you do that?" Kibum's eyes are comically wide again. "How did you copy Taemin's voice?"
"Um, I..." Jinki shifts his gaze away from Kibum. "Probably because I'm a robot?"
"Oh." Kibum feels a pang in his chest. It takes a moment for him to remember that, oh yeah, Jinki's a robot, duh.
"Good point."
*
"How was work?"
Kibum's greeted with Jinki and his smile, eyes conveying how much he missed Kibum, who in turn sullenly shakes his head.
"Boring, as per usual." he says bitterly. "Taemin and Minho won't stop being lovey-dovey around me. They're a constant reminder of how sad my life is, and as much as I love them, I just want to find some new friends. New, single friends."
When he's done, he sees Jinki looking at him peculiarly. Kibum realizes that he's just said a very embarrassing fact about himself that he's tried so hard to hide. This was the first time he's ever shared his predicament to anyone else (and yes, robots included).
"Ah, I-- Kibum," Jinki breaks the silence, eyes crinkling to half moons as he smiles shyly at Kibum. "I-- I can be your boyfriend."
Kibum's heart stutters.
No, you're supposed to be my fuck buddy and right now we're supposed to have hot sex but I don't know what's wrong with me and that stupid smile of yours makes me blind all the time it's so annoying--
"Don't be ridiculous, Jinki." Kibum rolls his eyes, chuckling as he starts walking away. "You're a robot."
Kibum disappears into his room before Jinki can say anything, missing the way his shoulders slump.
*
Weeks pass by and somehow Kibum warms up to Jinki, finding his tendency to trip over air endearing, and his stuttering to be a part of his charm.
And all the while he's wiling himself to slowly forget that Lee Jinki is still Onew, but the truth is seared right there against his hand whenever Jinki lets Kibum touch him.
Because he feels that beyond Jinki's skin, there's still, and only will be, steel.
*
"The weather's so nice outside, Kibum!" Jinki says one day, drawing out the curtains. Kibum squints his eyes, annoyed by the sudden invasion of sunlight in his room. "Let's go to the park!"
"Park? Today?" Kibum rolls over his bed, back facing Jinki. "No. I need sleep. It's the weekend and I rarely get my beauty sleep anymore. Go away, Jinki."
"Oh." Jinki mumbles after a long silence. "I'm sorry, Kibum."
Kibum feels the guilt settling heavily in his stomach when he hears the dejection ringing in his ears. He looks over his shoulder and watches as Jinki carefully walks out of the room, hearing I guess I'll just make breakfast then.
Kibum shoots up and paces towards Jinki, grabbing his wrist.
"I'll make breakfast. You, on the other hand, get dressed."
Jinki's smile is horribly contagious.
*
"This counts for a date, right, Kibum?"
"Well, yes, if we take out the part where you aren't exactly human."
Kibum lets Jinki take his hand. It's warm and comforting and feels just right as they walk around the nearly deserted park, save for a few couples sitting on the benches and just being generally sweet.
"Your hand is warm, though." Kibum says. His hand tingles as Jinki runs a thumb over his skin.
"Kibum."
They've stopped walking, and now they're in a part of the park where there's complete privacy. Kibum looks around, wondering how they got there, but Jinki calls for his attention with that voice that makes his knees go weak.
"Kibum," Jinki leans closer, his hand still tightly holding on to Kibum, who in turn is trying to look away again. "This-- this going to sound ridiculous and stupid, and I think you're probably going to hate me, but I-- for these past few weeks, I think... I think I've fallen in love with you."
Kibum feels his heart leap in his chest, but at the same time he also feels the dread seeping through every pore of his skin because he's sure he can see the bolts and wires and knobs working past those half moon eyes.
But what he's more certain of (and more afraid of) is the fact that he's definitely falling for Lee Jinki too.
And when Jinki fills in the silence by pressing their lips together, Kibum's struck dumb because he realizes that although Jinki is supposed to give him the best orgasm ever, Kibum thinks that sleeping with him is the last thing on his mind.
*
Kim Jonghyun calls him one afternoon.
"I'm sorry it took so long for the final diagnosis, Mr. Kim." Jonghyun apologizes profusely. "My people have found a bug in Onew's internal system. We've already scrapped the Onew design, and if you're still interested for your own sex robot, we can exchange Onew for another model, free of charge."
Seconds tick by as Kibum digests this all in. He looks up to see Jinki idly singing a song from an album they had listened to the other night. When he catches Kibum staring, he smiles and mouths the next line of the song (But you can't explain a love like ours) at him.
Kibum smiles, says that he's not interested, thank you very much. And before he hangs up, he says, "And by the way, his name's Lee Jinki, not Onew.".
"What was that all about?" Jinki crinkles his nose as Kibum sets the phone down. He shakes his head, pulling Jinki close to him instead. "But I heard my name!"
Kibum merely smiles as he leans his head against Jinki's shoulder. He places his hand over Jinki's chest, faltering when he feels the unmistakable whir of gears against his fingers.
"Is something wrong?" Jinki covers his hand with his own. Kibum smiles wider because it feels just right.
He closes his eyes and lets his mind wander to thoughts of machinery and attraction, and thinks that they're not too far apart.
"Nothing's wrong, Jinki. Nothing at all."
*
End
note: was it too hurried? D: lol idek. anyways, the album they listened to is science and faith by the script, and the line But you can't explain a love like ours is from the song with the same title. :)