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[FILL] how to feel finger to finger
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: android idols(+and their human caretakers)
Permission to remix: Yes
a/n: I don't usually write stuff like this but it was fun to try! sorry I didn't hit a lot of the tags you were looking for, hope you enjoy still :)
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Minghao had become an expert in Soonyoung’s inner and outer workings very quickly. Those who had never worked closely with or properly known a synthe were puzzled when Minghao talked about it. They were made, not born, and thus to some should have been infallible creations. And they were, but just like humans, they fell sick sometimes, and broke bones – or rather, an analogue part. That’s what Minghao told them, to hopefully get it across. He could make the comparison to a car too – made, not born, yet repairs were always expected. Minghao wouldn’t make that comparison, though Soonyoung had never shied away from it when he explained it himself.
It felt cruel that synthetics, bestowed with consciousness, were subject to the same general design policies as vehicles. Minghao didn’t rant about that much anymore, everyone had already heard it all. And it didn’t change anything.
Minghao hadn’t been expecting to debut among a few synthes, because it hadn’t always been that way. Soonyoung and Mingyu had been something like last minute additions. A few withdrawals from their pre-debut team, and despite plenty of trainees clamoring for a spot – the agency opted to take up a synthetic human produced on a deal for some new, specialized models. Beautiful, meticulous things. Mingyu came first. Minghao remembers hearing someone, Seungkwan maybe, complaining about the audacity of creating something (someone) so beautiful after the first time they met. And it was true. For most of them, it was their first encounter with a synthe. And if there was to be an example of these synthetic humans being immaculate, perfect creations, Mingyu was one of them. He was mild-mannered and a bit shy when he introduced himself; the introduction was much the same as any other time new trainees were brought in for the first time. No one acknowledged the animatronic elephant in the room.
What shocked Minghao most that first time he came face to face with a synthe were Mingyu’s eyes. Sure, there was something digital there, but it was so completely different from the blank glassy eyes of those early androids. At the time, Minghao had stopped himself from reacting too much, unsure if perhaps androids were somehow endowed with extrasensory capabilities, or at least able to read the twitch of his lips and eyes like a book. That turned out not to be the case, at least with Mingyu. He was made, in the strictest sense, to be a celebrity; he was as similar to a non-synthetic human as fake flesh and fake blood could be.
Soonyoung – Hoshi, was different. He came along later, and he did not shy away from his provenance in his first introduction. A stage name, ready in hand, derived from a string of numbers in his registration number. He had a drive towards becoming an idol that even outdid some of the others. He practiced, hard, and drove the others to as well. Even though he always joked about it, his synthetic nature was not outright obvious from his demeanor.
He seemed to have more issues than Mingyu, and Minghao was willing to help him out. Those first few times he was mostly curious how they, his now-friends, worked. Like a frog dissection done in school to learn about the organs attributed to most non-synthetic animals, Minghao felt it necessary to be somewhat informed on those synthetic counterparts. So, with Soonyoung’s guidance on the crimping of fine wires within his electrical system, and cleaning of membranes, and plenty of other such tasks, Minghao ended up becoming proficient in ensuring his friend’s well-being. Or, repairing him, as others would call it.
(The first time Soonyoung guided Minghao’s hand into and onto a panel behind the skin of his back, Minghao could hear the smug smile when the other said, “at least take me out on a date first!”)
With Soonyoung’s penchant for injury and other malfunctions, as well as his disposition, Minghao quietly suspected there was something fundamentally different between him and Mingyu. That maybe, Soonyoung was not the deluxe, tailor-made idol synthe that Mingyu was. That maybe he was made – destined for something else (or maybe, destined for nothing at all, Minghao hated to think). After all, the group had been under the impression there was only going to be one synthe among them when they were told Mingyu was joining. Minghao never said anything, but he was sure Soonyoung knew as well.
There was one time, when Soonyoung was sleeping. Synthes did sleep, and it did serve the same purpose as it did for non-synthetics; parsing, storing, organizing the memory. Minghao was curious about what Soonyoung dreamt about, but always forgot to ask.
Minghao touched a few fingers to Soonyoung’s face while he slept, for whatever reason. Given that he had had a hand inside the other, it was not the most intimate act between them. His skin was virtually real; it was warm to the touch, it got cut and it healed. For some brief moments, Minghao did forget about the fundamental difference between himself and Soonyoung and Mingyu.
When his fingers grazed across Soonyoung’s lips, his mouth parted wide, something more than just a gasp one might expect. Minghao retracted his fingers, quickly, but before then his friend’s eyes were open and staring at him, with a look he didn’t recognize.
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