Yoongi sighed annoyed looking down at his plain ham and cheese sandwich. He kept staring at his lunch like it'll turn into something else.

He used to cook.

He used to love to cook.

Then that suddenly changed once his life took a turn he didn't expected. It was still hard until this day.

You would think after three hundred and seventy-one days he would accept it and move on.

Impossible to move on from something so deep and meaningful. Yes, he still kept count. Everyday that went by it only got worse. The hole of absence in the center of his chest just got deeper.

A sudden noise made Yoongi look up interrupting his train of thought. He met eyes with a tall lanky boy whose glasses were a bit too foggy.

He took off his glasses and smiled waving. "Hi. Yoongi. Taking lunch huh?" He asked putting them on his shirt and taking out his food.

"Yeah." Yoongi responded blankly.

Namjoon opened up his ramen cup and filled it with water. Then walked over to the microwave to heat up his food.

Yoongi picked up his sandwich and took a bite. It had a bland taste to it. He did eat sandwiches just about every day. Namjoon kept quiet while his food was heating up.

He watched it through the clear microwave amazed. "So are you excited about our new project?" He asked trying to make a conversation.

Yoongi didn't have many friends. Well, he did, but once everything changed he kept to himself. It was embarrassing talking to old friends since everything was awkward now.

His closest friend was Namjoon who he also worked with. So technically they were forced to communicate.

"Yeah. I am. We've worked hard for years. It better pay off."

"Are you kidding me? Yeah. It could be great. How awesome is it that we get to design the ideal partner?"

"Uhh...yeah. I guess so. When I went to school to become a scientist the last thing I expected was that I'd be designing boyfriends or girlfriends for single people."

"I think it's a great idea. This could be good for others."

"I suppose yeah."

"I like your model. He's beautiful." Namjoon admitted.

"I didn't make him to be beautiful. I made him to be perfect."

"I think that's pretty close to perfection."

"I hope so yeah. We will see once he interacts with the normal human society."

"Mhmm. We will see." Namjoon told taking a seat in front of him. After that they didn't say anything else and ate in silence.

That was the good thing about being friends with Namjoon. Their conversations were short and simple.

Namjoon didn't know about Yoongi's personal life and Yoongi didn't know of his. They only told each other what they wanted the other to hear.

That was for the best either way. Yoongi didn't want no one to know about his past life. He didn't want to get too attached. It always ended up bad.

It was better to keep his distance.

•••

Yoongi wrote down the numbers on his notebook as careful as he could. If he got one wrong he'd have to restart and that was not an option for him.

He wanted to get it right on the first try. He was too concentrated that he didn't hear nor see his boss walk in.

"Mister Min," he said out loud.

"Huh? Yes sir?"

"We're having a quick little meeting in the launch room. Sorry for the interruption."

"Not at all sir. I'm the one that should apologize. My phone is not working right now and I'm trying to fix it."

"Very well. We're waiting on you."

Yoongi nodded closing his notebook and cleaning up his space. He glanced at the clock and noted it was close to seven.

Had he been there so long he didn't even pay attention to the time?

Or was his conscious distracting him on purpose so he wouldn't go to an empty home?

Either way his boss didn't mind him working overtime. More money for the company and more time to work on new ideas.

He headed down the hallway and observed the projects his coworkers and him had worked on. New touch screen essentials, refrigerators that could freeze foods within seconds, and mind controlling helmets.

Of course not all of them were available to the public. Most were try and fail errors. Yoongi just enjoyed creating and making new things. It was his escape from reality.

The problem was that no matter what how close to perfect his projects were, he always found something imperfect about them.

He shook his head and proceed to walk. Namjoon and two others were in the room. Yoongi's heart started racing when he landed eyes on him.

His newest model.

Model 576A.

Or Park Jimin like he had named him.

"We all know why we're here today. This is your finished projects. I want you to give yourself a round of applause for working so hard on this."

Yoongi indecisively clapped for himself although he was already noting imperfections on his model.

Maybe if he looked like his past lover he would be perfect.

"Now, before we release these new models to the world we have to test them out. Of course, these precise models won't be everyone's ideal types. But based on your creations they are your type. It doesn't matter what they look like from the outside. What matters is what they do to accommodate with everyday life activities and that bring happiness to the buyer."

Yoongi kept staring at his boss listening but not really. It was like the information was going in one ear and out the other.

Then like cold water was dropped on him he heard those final words. "It's your turn now. You have to take your model home and see how they adapt to your everyday life,"

"You have six months to see how everything goes. You will fix any mistakes you find appropriate. Gentleman, if this works we could all make history. This is a life changing project that can help our company and others."

Yoongi bit the inside of this lip. He knew he had to take his model home. Now that the time had arrive it felt wrong.

It felt like he was cheating.

How stupid was that when he was a loner either way?

"Come on and have a closer look." He encouraged.

They all stepped up except him. He felt stuck at the moment. "Yoongi?" His boss asked out loud.

He nodded and finally took a step. As he got closer the uneasy feeling in his stomach got worse.

When he was in front of him he observe his face up close. His eyes were closed, his hair was a light brown just like he wanted, and his lips plumped like he imagined.

So why didn't he feel anything?

His shaky hand slowly came up to touch his face. He gasped shocked at how warm his face truly was.

It felt so authentic.

It was surreal.

He created him. He designed him to his taste and he was right in front of his eyes. His skin was soft and warm unlike how he had envisioned it to be.

He slowly brought his hand away. He didn't know what to feel. There were so many mixed emotions.

The only thing he knew was that Jimin didn't compare to him at all.

No one would.

No one could.

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hey luvs. welcome back (: thanks for reading <3 this is kind of a different fanfic that involves more scientific things so excuse if it's bad ;o i just have so many ideas for this and i hope you all enjoy it.
i will try to update daily but im going through some personal issues at the moment. so i can't promise daily updates :( just know that i will try my best because writing makes me happy. much love to you all <3