My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

A Miracle Record

My eyes grow wide as I look up at Jimin, who's currently examining the potted plant I have on my windowsill. He instantly turns to me as I point at the paper he'd given me, my voice hitched.

"It says here that you don't have to eat anything! How can you survive without water? Or food?"

His surprised face turns into a warm smile as he shrugs. "I'm an AI, so I don't require eating or drinking. But I could if you wanted me to."

"Of course I want you to eat!" I stress, already scanning through the foods I had in my fridge. "Do you like chocolate, Jimin?"

"I like everything that you give me."

"Come on, don't pull that card." I say as I hand him a wrapped chocolate, the last one I'd been saving. It was worth it to give it to someone who'd never had the precious thing their entire life.

"Thank you," He says politely, and I have to once again remind him to treat me like his friend.

"How is it?"

I have to admit that he looks adorable as he chews thoughtfully, his full lips slightly tilted. His silver hair glows in the morning sunlight, and I soon find myself watching him instead of his reaction.

A proud smile lights my face as he licks the chocolate off his fingers, his eyes turning to me for more.

"Sorry," I laugh, taking a tissue to wipe off his hands. "That was all I had. But I promise I'll buy you more later, okay?"

He nods, and I get back to examining him while he gets back to examining the plant.

"Are you sure that you're really an AI?" I ask as I point at his smooth, humanlike skin. I'd somehow imagined him to show all the metal and steel, but his pale, unblemished skin felt and looked exactly like mine.

"Yes."

"Then if I throw a horse on top of you you'd still survive?"

He giggles as he pulls me to his chest, the motion so sudden that it steals the words right out of my mouth.

"Yes, Master."

"What are you doing?!" I yelp as I quickly wriggle out from his grip, feeling a heated blush spread from my nose to the tips of my ears.

Literally.

"You're turning red," He says, tilting his head. "And in my database, it tells me that you're happy. Are you happy because I hugged you, Master?"

"It's Minah," I gasp, fanning my face as he looks at me with a crooked smile. "And no— I'm shocked, okay? Definitely not happy. Not happy at all."

"But you're still blushing."

"Okay!" I exclaim, making him flinch in surprise. "Rule number one— no sudden touching like that without giving me a warning."

"Rules?"

"And rule number two," I say, interrupting his incredulous protest. "No calling me Master. It's Minah. Yoon Minah."

"I'm sorry, Minah." He says, pinching his lips together. "But I might not be able to keep the second rule— you're programmed to my database as Master.  But I promise I won't touch you anymore."