[I Won't Fall]

[Oneshot; 2, Part Two]

{video credits to the owner}
kim motherfucking jongdae (aka a gift from the heavens) is turning 25. kill me now.

[Warning; short chapter]

Jongin's POV

"You eat, right?" I turned to our guest, who I still needed to find a proper name for (I'm not going to call him N598 forever, alright.)

The boy nodded, hesitating before taking out his notebook and pen he'd been accustomed to holding to scribble something down on the paper. I looked over his shoulder at the same time he turned his head, causing our foreheads to collide. "Crap. Sorry, you alright?"

He has pretty eyes.

He merely blinked at me, writing one last sentence before handing the notebook to me.

I can eat. It just doesn't do anything for my body. There's a specific drug you have to inject me with, though, every two days or so. It just allows my body to function properly.
Also, I do not feel pain. Physically, anyways. I haven't been tested for other factors yet.

I made an 'o' shape with my mouth, smiling at him. "Gotcha. This drug that you're talking about, do you know what it's called? Or at least what it looks like?" I spoke over the stove, preparing some lunch for Chanyeol.

I hummed absentmindedly before remembering that the boy couldn't verbally reply. I piled the stir fry I cooked on a plate, bringing it with me as I walked back to the table. I glanced over his shoulder again, quickly reading what he wrote in the meantime.

I believe they called it 'Metra-Vrexogen'. I'm not sure I spelled it correctly, but that is what I over heard them speaking about. It's a dark blue colour.

"Ah, the MV drug, I see. I think I can get my hands on some, just hang tight." I ruffled his hair, surprised at how soft and untouched it felt. "By the way, you did well spelling that. I'm surprised."  I smiled warmly, calling Chanyeol down for lunch.

I grinned inwardly, We have a new addition to our family.

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"You want me to what?" I sputtered, trying to keep my voice down as both our new friend and Chanyeol rested.

Jongdae sighed "You heard me, Jongin. I want you to re-program him to speak. That is what you will do in return for having me retrieve all these drugs. That's it." My brother looked at me seriously. He was the only source I had who could possibly retrieve Metra-Vrexogen.

I pursed my lips, can I do that?

I mean, sure, I've worked as a scientist and researcher half my life. But I've never worked on anything like this.

"Why are you doing this?" I settled for. I was truly curious. After all, they haven't even met (if catching a glimpse of him resting even counted). Jongdae sighed again, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall behind him.

"I knew Baekhyun. We were childhood friends and practically did everything together. We lost contact up until recently, when I received a message from him about needing my help. You know the needle that the kid described in his story? That was through me. I warned him about keeping his distance after injecting it, but he was in a rush. I had no idea that Baekhyun intended to... Involve himself like he did." Jongdae's voice trailed off, and he paused, biting his lip guiltily.
"But he left me a message. Here, I printed it out." Jongdae reached for a piece of paper inside his coat pocket, handing it to me quietly.