Jimin reached over to turn the AC off. Yoongi looked at him with a scowl. "What did I say about touching the AC?"

"I don't know. You say a lot of pointless things I don't think about."

"Jimin!"

"I'm cold natured. The AC was right on my face. No please focus on the road."

Yoongi turned the air on, but away from Jimin and moved up. "Aren't you rich or something? Why don't you get a car that drives itself?"

"Because I like driving. It's fun. Specially stick shift."

"I don't like it. Every time you stop and have to start again the vehicle jumps too much."

"You're so picky. Do you know that?"

"Uh huh. So?" He asked carefully scanning the car's manual.

"Also what is it with you and reading boring shit?"

"It's so not boring. Listen to this," he told clearing his throat. "On some vehicles, this message displays when the engine oilfield level may be too low. Wow! Then it gives you a list of pages with similar information."

Yoongi rolled his eyes and once again moved up. Traffic in the city was shit. Especially during the mornings.

Today he had to bring in Jimin for a one week evaluation at his job. Though the place was a couple minutes away Jimin was hungry and wanted to eat.

The last thing Yoongi needed was to take a hungry Jimin to work. Who knows what he would even say?

He didn't behave while being fed or well rested. Definitely taking him with hunger was not an option.

"If we would've just ate oatmeal at the house we wouldn't be stuck here."

"There you go again. Always complaining. I'm tired of eating oatmeal." He mumbled.

"Oatmeal is fine. I'm just saying the truth. What if we arrive late huh?"

"Then we arrive late. There's nothing we can do about it."

"My job would be on the line. I have a duty and a responsibility."

"Your boss will not fire you. You created me. I'm like you, but a hundred times smarter and better. You will not get fired."

Yoongi huffed offended. "I can't believe you said that. I gave you life!"

Jimin smiled looking up from the manual. "I almost forgot. Should I call you papa from now on?"

Yoongi gagged, "Fuck no. Never say that again."

"Why not papa?"

"Jimin I swear to-"

A sudden car honk from behind startled Yoongi. Then he realized the light was now green and that he could go.

"Stop distracting me and keep to yourself please." He said as he moved.

"You humans have the attention span of fruit flies."

Instead of fighting back Yoongi only rolled his eyes. If he talked back it would only lead to another pointless argument.

When he pulled up into the fast food parking lot Jimin stopped reading and finally looked up.

"About time. I'm starving."

"I don't know you pissed me off so I might not pay for your food." He shrugged pulling up into the speaker.

"Yeah right. Look I am so scared."

Yoongi gave him an ugly stare. The employee started speaking. "Welcome! How are you? Order when you're ready."

He cleared his throat, "Can I get a number five meal with a black coffee. And what do you want?" He asked Jimin who looked through the menu.

"I want a number 5, 6, 7 with  a large soda and four strawberry pies please."

"What the fuck?" Yoongi whispered under his breath.

"What? I told you I'm starving."

"Okay pull up to the next window to get your total. Thank you!"

"Are you seriously going to eat all that or you're trying to be funny?"

"Min Yoongi does it look like I'm kidding. I will stuff my face so hard you won't even recognize me."

"Alright. Fine fine."

Minutes later after paying  they got their food. Jimin had three bags whereas Yoongi only had one.

"We're going to have to eat while I'm driving.  Don't leave crumbs everywhere." He warmed.

Jimin nodded as he took out his first order. He immediately unwrapped it and began devouring it enjoying every second.

Yoongi got a glimpse of him stuffing his face and he subconsciously smiled. Every now and then Jimin did cute little things.

"What are you looking at?" He snapped.

And then he became not so cute. "Ugh. Nothing okay? Just hurry up and eat. No food of allowed in the office. Not where we're going to be at anyways."

Jimin didn't reply and kept eating. They remained silent while he kept driving. When they arrived to his job he was halfway done with his food. And Jimin was finished.

"Holy fuck. You're done?" He asked shocked.

"No. I have two pies left." He said holding them up on the air.

Yoongi raised both eyebrows and shook his head. Then he put his unfinished food in the bag.

"Wow. What a waste of food. Give me that. That's why you're legs are so tiny. You gotta eat more."

"What? My legs are perfectly fine!" He screamed with a bright red face.

Jimin shrugged taking a bite off the biscuit. "I don't know. I saw them in them shorts you wear after you shower and they look-"

"Shut up. Let's go." He said getting out before he could finish.

"I'm just brutally honest!" He screamed back. He continued to eat it and didn't get off until he was done.

Yoongi was waiting outside very annoyed. "What? You said to eat in the car and I did just that." He said when he finished.

"Ugh." Yoongi replied rolling his eyes and waking ahead.

Jimin quickly followed behind, "Hey, I have a question."

"You always have a lot of questions."

"Are you going to answer it?"

"If it's another pointless question then no."

"It's regarding your-"

Yoongi turned around and pointed a finger at him, "Don't you dare to talk about my legs no more."

"They just look so cute compared to mine." He responded.

Yoongi cleared his throat slightly flustered. He turned around and proceed to walk unaware that he was about to bump into another person.

Jimin quickly pulled him behind to avoid them A from hitting each other. Yoongi gasped at the strong pull.

"Ouch." He whispered.

He let go stepping beside him. "Watch where you're going." He simply stated.

"I knew exactly where I was walking."

"Sure you did. Now answer my question."

"Fine. What? Make it quick." He told proceeding towards the entrance.

"What do you do for fun?"

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows confused. That's not at all what he expected to hear. "Shit, uhh,"

"You poop for fun?"

"No, no. I didn't mean it literally. I don't know I guess I cook for fun."

"You never cook. All you make is sandwiches and you always run out of groceries."

"I used to cook. There's no point on cooking anymore. I'm by myself."

"But you have me."

Yoongi sighed quietly, "It's different. You're not actually..."

"Human? I still eat you know."

"I guess. Yeah."

"Why're you so weirded out about me? You made me this way. I don't understand."

Yoongi blinked nervously several times. They approached the gate and he scanned his employee ID which unlocked the door.

An employee standing by there greeted them. Yoongi walked a bit faster hoping Jimin would just drop the subject.

"So?"

But of course he didn't.

"It's just weird okay?" He said turning around to face him. "I created you to give me company and you're not even real. You're not even alive. You have no feelings. It just feels so forced and it's odd."

"Why? Relationships with operating systems nowadays is very common. The only difference is that I'm a walking operating system that you can touch."

"Yeah it'a very common in our society, but I never thought I'd resort to this. It's embarrassing." He admitted.

His last relationship was real. With a real human. A human that had real feelings, who had flaws and who had problems like him.

When he lost him he decided to focus more on work. Then he started getting lonely. He didn't want to date an actual person because it felt like he was betraying his lover.

So, like many others in the city he purchased one of those talking operating systems. Then he started the program and talked to someone.

He talked to plenty if he was honest. But then he stopped. It felt extremely pathetic to talk to a software just to feed your neediness for love.

Now here he was with something he created for that same exact purpose. It felt pathetic.

"I don't understand why. Plus, I feel nothing for you so don't flatter yourself."

Yoongi huffed, "Whatever. Let's keep going. Now what are you going to say when you see my boss?"

"Min Yoongi beats me and abuses me mentally and physically."

"Jimin!" He scolded.

"Sheesh. I'm kidding. You have no sense of humor."

"You can't joke around like that. I'm serious. This is very important."

"Okay, yes. I'm aware. Did you notice that the employee up front didn't recognize me as a machine?"

"Well you look pretty normal."

"Right." He said suddenly holding his hand.

Yoongi held his breath and looked down. His hand felt so soft and warm. His heart started racing and the blush expanded all over his face.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know. Shouldn't we hold hands or something?"

Yoongi pulled away sheepishly. "No. None of that is necessary. Now let's go." He said looking away before he noticed how nervous he had gotten.

"Fine. Whatever. I didn't even want to hold your sweaty hand."

"I dIdn'T eVeN—"

"Min Yoongi imitating others is not nice."

"Well, I can imitate you all I want. Hurry."

Jimin sighed walking faster. Yoongi was thankful he was way ahead because an evident blush was still all over his face.

He hadn't held someone's hand in so long. Three hundred and eighty-two days to be exact. The feeling was so surreal.

How sad to know that he still felt like he was cheating.

Even though he wasn't.