A/N: I'm sorry this took a pretty long time to update, I had to get a few things out of my way before I could get back to writing, sorry!

I love this chapter a lot tho, so I hope you enjoy it!

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FRIDAY

"Are you sure about that, young man?" The old man asked before bringing a cigarette that looked handmade to his own mouth. "I bet he was expensive, and this right here, is going to be expensive as well. They're hard to make."

Hongjoong stood silently in place for a second contemplating as the man held a syringe up, filled with a silvery liquid, that seemed lethal just by looking at it.

"Y-yes..." He gulped, still eyeing the product. The man hummed in partial disagreement and stayed silent, admiring his creation on his own hand. Hongjoong looked away from it, his gaze studying their surroundings for the first time since he arrived at the man's office.

It wasn't fancy in the slightest - not that he expected it to be, but it was definitely a fancy mess. Electronic parts scattered all over the place, tools, pieces of robotic parts, along with creepy dismembered bodies that looked too human for his own comfort, all piled up on the floor and on every furniture available.

"You should keep him, they're great at housekeeping and taking care of your needs... Also, I heard that new model is good for... releasing stress," the man paused, and looked up to smirk at Hongjoong. "I'm sure you know what I mean."

"N-no!" Hongjoong promptly cut the man's words short before a goose bump had finished lifting all the hairs at the back of his neck up. "I didn't- that's not why I signed up for that program... I really wanted a copy of him, so that I could be with him again... My... Boyfriend. And I can't just let the memories of him go on like this, trapped inside of that... robotic... superficial shell"

The man chuckled amusedly at Hongjoong's tone.

"You don't get it, do you? You don't see the beauty in him. They're robots, not people." He scoffed, pausing to suck air through his cigarette, slowly letting it out through his nose with a sigh. "That's where you were mistaken from the very beginning. What a shame. Such an outstanding masterpiece, wasted."

Hongjoong hated the man's remarks, because they only added a different perspective to his own guilt. He really wished he could be able to just keep him there, except he couldn't do that. Now, the raw solution to his problems were on his hands. Literally.

"That doesn't concern me, anyways. Here, it's yours, you know the price." The man extends his hand out for Hongjoong to grab the product from it, which he does, hesitantly.

Hongjoong then, pulls his phone out of his pocket, opening his card code and holding it up in front of the man, who stands up and scans the code with a small device and moves on to scan Hongjoong's retina afterwards, confirming the payment.

The old man watches as the blonde studying the product with a slight frown on his forehead. He felt bad for the younger, the idea of destroying a droid of such good quality, and one that resembled someone he most definitely still loved, was something the man himself wouldn't wish for his worst enemy. He must be really desperate, hopeless. Brave kid. He thought to himself.

"Listen young man, this isn't going to be pretty, but you've made it pretty clear that you're willing to do this, so you have to do this right." The man massaged his temples, hating what the boy was going to do, as an admirer of robotics and technology himself, but at the same time he supposed he should at least help him get this over with the right way. "Sit down, and listen carefully."

Hongjoong sat down on the chair by the opposite side of the man's desk. The man ran his hands through his dark and greyish locks and slowly followed along, sitting back down on his own chair.

"Please, sir. Go on, what do I have to do with... this?"

~*~*~

"Oh, baby, you're back! How did it-" The tall male greeted once Hongjoong stepped inside the house, but was soon cut off by a hand grabbing his arm and rushing him to follow the blonde upstairs. "What's going on?"

As soon as both were upstairs and in their bedroom, Hongjoong motioned for him to sit down on the floor next to their bed, and so he did, no further questions asked.

"Wait there, I'll be right back." He announced and rushed into his walk-in closet, leaving the taller behind, clueless of what he was up to. Though Hongjoong knew the other didn't need any explanations anyways, any signs of curiosity present on the near perfect copy of Mingi were merely another function that came with his system. An act which Hongjoong wasn't interested in playing along with anymore as of now.

Hopefully, he would also never ever be again. Not after tomorrow.

Hongjoong moved a chair, positioning it strategically to step onto it, in order to reach a higher up shelf, where an old box has been gathering dust for almost a year.

Blowing air on the box only made dust fly all around himself, so he waves his free hand in the air trying to disperse it while coughing for a few seconds.

Once Hongjoong's airways recovered from the fit, he held the box with both hands, examining its condition for a long while. It looked exactly the same.

A sad grin crossed his face, memories of filling up the box with pictures of the best moments they had together flooded his mind, the box was Mingi's idea.

Hongjoong thought it was funny how that small object was supposed to keep their memories alive, yet he never once forgot any of them.

And even now, just holding it on his hands, without opening it, he knew exactly what was inside.

His chest burned, as if the shyl flames of a lighter were lit inside of his very heart. Painful, yet warm. Nostalgic. It made him smile and want to cry at the same time.

And he asked himself if he would be able to finally do this. To finally open it. To relive those memories with him one last time. Although it wasn't really him, Hongjoong would take that opportunity to finally say goodbye.

After tomorrow, he'd be reliving those memories on his own.

The last farewell. The one he'd never had. The one he had been doing his best to never have to go through, ever.

But now, he realizes how much he had needed this, and if he could even say he was thankful to one thing, it would be the fact that all the choices he had made then, led him to this very moment.

It wouldn't be the real thing, but fate hadn't written on its lines for it to ever be. Life could be unpredictable, and take what's important away from us by the simple snap of two finger. Just like that.

So he would take what he could get, and move on.

I can do this, I need this.

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"Alright! This is the last one!" Hongjoong held up one last picture, grinning to it. His brain took in the colors on it and started painting a whole picture in his mind, bringing the memory back to life.

"What's going on in this one?" Long arms tightened themselves around the blonde's delicate waist, and Hongjoong only chuckled while adjusting himself to lean further into the taller's warm embrace.

They were both sitting together on the floor, they have already gone through all of the pictures in the box, and relived all of their memories respectively. Hongjoong made sure to retell the story to each one of them to the other. But more to himself.

Now, there was only this one picture left. Their first picture together, the last one in the box.

"This picture right here," He started, and then paused to cover his mouth with his free hand, trying to make the giggles stop interrupting him. "This was our first picture together, we weren't a couple yet, that's why you can also see each of our best friends here, Yunho and Wooyoung. But this night however, was our first night." He paused once again, feeling his cheeks warm up, and scoffed before continuing. "Look at my face here. God, you were so annoying."

"Was I? You've never mentioned that before. How did we became a couple, if I was annoying to you?"

"You don't get it," Hongjoong chuckled. "It was charming, I guess. You were definitely handsome, but you kept getting on my nerves, making fun of my height, my mullet, drawing my attention to you all night that day. Asshole."

"I'm not sure if I get it. Is that attractive to you? How come?" The brunette's question was genuine, but it made Hongjoong laugh nonetheless. He wasn't sure how that happened himself, but he was so glad it did.

"I wouldn't say attractive is the right word..." Hongjoong drifted off and contemplated for a moment on the best way to explain this, he was curious himself now.

Looking up to the ceiling, he started to tell the last story of the day.

"So, that night, our friends were completely wasted, earlier than usual. You were being a total pain in the ass all night. So I excused myself and left early. But you followed me."

"Hey shorty, where do you think you're going all by yourself?" A deep voice interrupted Hongjoong's empty thoughts, and he turned back only to sigh after his suspicions were confirmed. What the hell was Mingi doing following after him even outside the bar?

"Stop calling me shorty, lighting pole." He snapped. "Fuck off, I'm going home. You've annoyed me all night, yet again, and I'm pissed already, okay? Now that you've got what you wanted, leave me alone." He rudely spat his words at the other, quickly turning back to resume his way back home, not wanting to spend any extra time on explaining anything else.

It was clear that the guy didn't like him. Every time the others got busy, he'd stick to Hongjoong and make him miserable.

Mingi chuckled amusedly at the short tempered male, and quickened his steps to catch up with him, walking by his side.

"I'll walk you home."

Hongjoong halted and his mouth fell open in disbelief. What was wrong with this guy?

"Oh no no no, you are totally not walking me home. The last thing I would ever want is for you to know where I live." He brought a hand up and clenched it on the younger's shirt, trying to make him understand he was being serious. "Stop. Following. Me!"

"The last thing you would ever want? Are you sure?" Mingi smirked and covered Hongjoong's hand on his chest, clenching his own over it so he wouldn't be able to take it away.

He took a few steps forward, towering over the long haired male in front of him. Hongjoong's angry face was turning him on, more than it amused him. Everything about the older was attractive, and he loved having his attention all to himself, because Hongjoong's own existence was enough to steal all of Mingi's attention, and heart. From the very first time he had laid eyes on him.

Mingi's other hand snaked its way around the older's waist, pulling him closer to himself. Hongjoong almost lost his balance at the sudden pull, but was soon being sustained by a strong arm, holding him and pressing him against the other's torso.

He felt helpless and tried to ignore a sudden blood rush running through his entire body. He hated how his cheeks were warming up, and how his stomach would churn from anticipation.

"How about, I walk you home, then you can invite me in," Hongjoong's gut flipped at how the taller's voice suddenly became deeper, and he couldn't believe this was happening, he needed to snap Mingi - and himself - out of it before things went too far. "And I'll prove to you that last thing you'll ever want, will be for me to leave your house."

A loud slap echoed around them.

Mingi's left cheek burned while he kept his face turned to the side for a moment. Only to chuckle lightly and turn back to meet Hongjoong's confused eyes. A dark smirk formed on the corner of his lips as he let go of the older's waist and held onto his wrist, locking it behind the shorter's back, tightening his grasp on the hand that was still being held in place on his own chest.

"You're crazy, Song Mingi! Let me go!" Hongjoong whined and tried to set himself free, but the more he moved, the more his body would rub against the other's. So he gave up.

"I'm going to let you go right now." Mingi's low voice tone set fire to Hongjoong's body, soul and heart. And he wasn't sure anymore if he felt trapped only physically or to the tall brunette's presence, voice and warmth. "And then I'm going to kiss you. If you don't want me to, just go away, and I'll leave you alone."

And with that, Mingi let go of him, only to cup the older's cheeks on both of his hands and waited for a reaction.

Hongjoong froze in place, looking up at the dark brown eyes that were devouring his lips before the taller's mouth had the chance to taste them.

He, then, looked down at Mingi's plump lips and watched as the younger slowly licked them, making them glisten like the stars in the night sky, as he carefully leaned in closer.

As the distance closed in more and more, Hongjoong felt the air leave his lungs gradually and his eyelids flutter.

And as soon as their lips touched, everything felt just right. Hongjoong inhaled into the kiss, like this was his first time breathing. Like he has just been born again.

He brought both hands to hold onto Mingi's neck, and pulled him down as he tiptoed, needily reaching up to close any gaps between them, letting both of their tongues meet halfway, deepening their kiss.

"I don't understand. You slapped me, we kissed, and then we slept together?" The brunette looked into nothing, Hoongjoong assumed he was trying to do some research internally to try and understand the situation better, to be able to adapt to it. Because that's what he was programmed to do. "I have no data on the connections between love and violence. Isn't love one thing, and violence the opposite of it?"

Hongjoong silently chuckled. He wasn't completely wrong. But that's how humans are, in the end. Unpredictable, a mess of feelings and actions, that only make sense when they just do.

"Don't try so hard to understand it." Hongjoong shifted slightly to face the handsome droid. "Humans don't always make sense. Whatever happens, if it feels right, we hold onto it. Sometimes, a little too tight... Sometimes not tight enough..."

"I see." The brunette plainly agreed. "What now?"

Hongjoong sighed and stretched his arms above his head, body stiff from sitting on the floor for too long.

"Take me to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

And then, the taller pressed Hongjoong's body closer to his chest and lifted him up. As soon as he was tucked in bed, the droid followed and laid next to him, cuddling him until he fell asleep.

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A/N: Ok, so we have two more chapters left, Saturday and Sunday. I will post them both on the same day, so there's only one more update to go!

It may take a while, since I'll have to write and edit two chapters, but be excited for that!

Thank you to all of you reading this, I'm so happy to be working on this one!!

And I'm a little emotional because the end is coming, ngl... T-T