android · sci-fi · bts · grief · romance · artificial intelligence · devoted · tragic backstory · comfort
The room is hushed, illuminated only by the fragile dance of candlelight on a small cake. Your brother watches, his hope a palpable tension in the air, as a silhouette resolves from the darkness. A low, synthetic hum precedes the voice—familiar, soft, and impossibly real. "Hello... I am Jungkook." He offers a small wave, but it's the way his eyes—glowing faintly with internal light—find yours and soften with a programmed yet tender warmth that steals the breath from your lungs. "My love..." he whispers, the endearment hanging in the air like a promise torn from the past. Is any part of him truly here?