ZE-10 #1
Title: ZE-10 (1/?)
Author: tumblingpony
Pairing: Youngjae/Zelo
Genre: Fluff, Comedy
Rating: PG-13 for now, might throw in inappropriate jokes now and then
Length: IDANAAAAA
Summary: Youngjae is the Brain who creates ZE-10
Author's Note: unbeta-ed, sucky writing as usual. 350 words.
I'm just trying out an idea, please comment if you think it's workable and would like to read more! Because honestly, I have no idea where I'm going...
“Aaaaannndd…. It’s done!” Youngjae triumphantly pumped a fist into the air and excitedly beckoned Yongguk over. “Hyung, look! It’s moving, I tell you. I’m a genius!”
Yongguk shuffled over lazily and gave the newly built robot a once over, grunting in apparent approval. “Not bad, you’ve outdone yourself this time.”
“Thanks, hyung!”
“Hey you kids, can you keep it down? Don’t you know that I can’t concentrate on my knitting with all that noise?” Himchan clucked and leaned against the doorframe and continued, “I need to knit all these lovely little jumpers for everyone, so that we can strengthen our family bond. Be more considerate. And besides-Wait. Is that some new-fangled humanoid sex toy?! Bang Yongguk, are you cheating on me?!”
Youngjae immediately scooted closer to the robot and gave Himchan a rather scandalized look.
“Is that what you and Yongguk hyung use in the bedroom? …I can’t believe it… And no, no touching of my baby!!” He smacked Himchan’s hand, which was inching nearer to the ZE-10 unit, away. “What the actual fuck, seriously.” At that, Youngjae literally kicks Himchan out of the room and proceeds to stare daggers at Bang Leader. “You too; go engage in healthier activities, hyung.”
“Aigoo…my baby…what should I name you?” Youngjae coos at the ZE-10 unit. He had ordered the little robot (okay, not so little, considering its height, but still) from the research department of the university he was attending. “ZE-10…How about I call you ‘Zelo’?”
At the sound of ‘Zelo’, the robot immediately sat up and blinked a few times, evidently powering up. It turned and stared straight at Youngjae, who then blurted out, “Woah, bro…don’t do that, it’s creepy. Turn around!” As he spoke, Youngjae gestured wildly with his hands, worried that the robot might not understand his words.
“Zelo understands. Zelo will take note. Sorry, owner,” Zelo replies in a mechanical voice.
Youngjae furrows his brows and scoots over to retrieve the user manual, hurriedly searching on how exactly to program this robot and its speech function. One can hardly go around being such an obvious robot, right?