He stares at it for too long, tense, quiet minutes blurring by as he repeatedly blinks as if doing so enough will wake him up from the nightmare clutched between his shaking fingers. His heart is hammering in his t...

Soobin is lucky, he supposes, that he'd ended up presenting in private. Statistically, most people tend to. Or they do when their lives aren't constantly on camera. Kai is not so fortunate.

Humanity, Kai knows, is a concept. It has nothing to do with the fact that his body is now wires versus neurons, and whether his skin is flesh and blood or if it, well . . . Isn't. He tells himself these things lik...