artificial || yoon jeonghan

°eleven

i grit my teeth. "why are you here?"

"i wanted to apologize.", the man says, holding a bouquet of roses.

i scoff to myself. "hae won likes daises, not roses. she doesn't deserve you, so leave."

his grey eyes flash. "who are you, to tell me that, jeonghan?"

"do you think she'll love a robot like you?", he sneers.

he continues without letting me reply. "i was the one who made your blueprints and coded you entirely."

"n-no.", i stutter. "hae won created me."

"wrong. she only put you together.", he says. "i could disassemble you anytime i want, you could say that i own you."

he chuckles, holding up a paper. "literally."

the expression on his face changes as i push him out, and slam the door shut.