GAME OVER.

> CONTINUE?

> QUIT

YOU CAN'T QUIT NOW.

> Continue?

Okay, coward.

You should've just quit if you were gonna pick THAT option.

Smh.


> Play Again

Really?

You would've thought. The computer won't help you with this one.

> Try Again

"Sungmin, what goes on in your head?"

Perfection is hard to obtain and easy to lose. Perfection was supposed to be what he was grounded in. Perfection killed him.
Life was never easy. Growing up, Sungmin was forced to live through what could only be described as hell. He never had a father, or at least not one involved in his life. His mother abhorred him and his every being, a scapegoat to blame the disappearance of his father — “He hates you, he hated you and he left because of you.“
All he wanted was to be loved, to be understood, to be cared for. But life isn’t that easy, is it?

He spent his life looking for love in the wrong places, in people who didn’t give a damn and in subjects that wouldn’t matter. But he finally found love in his work.
Sungmin, after years of searching for himself in things he couldn’t quite reach, found love in science and robotics. He found love in making androids. He found love in being at the top of his field, being well respected, being what he needed to be.
He found love in YG097 and JJ073- Jeong.
But the love didn’t last for long, not after he was kicked out of Jeong’s life by use of threats. From that point on, Jeong’s memory got erased and Hayi ensured he was gone.
Sungmin needed love.
He just couldn’t seem to find it in the right places.

TRIGGER WARNING!

↓

> Look deeper?

LEARN YOUR OPPONENT.

With this, you have defeated your opponent.
He's become vulnerable and
offered his ATTRIBUTES.

Traits

positive? intelligent, creative, passionate
diligent, philisophical, rational

negative? aggressive, impulsive, over-critical
domineering, machiavellian, apathetic

OUCH!

You've stunted your opponent!

What's next?

"i have bipolar disorder.
i think it’s been prominent from a young age.
when i was twelve years old i was dropping friends and relationships faster than flies. i was shifting consistently, ruining myself through my emotions.
there was never stability.
i’ve never been good with opening up to people nor making my emotions available to others. i’m emotionally inarticulate.
when i love people, i don’t know how to move forward. so i don’t. i don’t think about moving. i’m content to drown in the quicksand at my feet and i stay fucking still.
because when i don’t stay still... things get messy.
because i was never loved, i don’t know how to act.
if i move towards that love, embrace it, accept it, or anything along the lines... everything becomes uncertain... unclear.
the lines blur and it’s like back in fifth grade when i noticed i couldn’t see the board from the back of the room. my vision only continues to get worse, everything gets worse, and i become so fucking muddled.
and it’s hard to keep moving if you can’t see.
no matter how much i love someone... it’s doomed from the start. so i close myself off.
i’m “that guy.”
people always use that, don’t they? as their defining statement, “he’s that guy.”
that guy isn’t dating material.
that guy is someone you’d never want to take home to meet your parents.
that guy is someone you fuck and spend the rest of your days making awkward conversation with.
maybe i set myself up to be that guy.
maybe i was always too scared of the possibility of being blind.
maybe i was too content with drowning.
but it doesn’t matter, does it?
you won’t ever love me.
you might love the idea of me, but never me.
and i think i’m okay with that.
it’s all just fragments of paintings that were never finished, things that could’ve been.
and i was never meant to be apart of a whole,
i was never meant to be complete,
i was never meant to be yours.

Jeong... i’m sorry."

•

Kim Sungmin.
Genius. Valedictorian. Basket case.

When he was young, he would cry himself to sleep. Twelve year olds shouldn’t feel that way. Nights would feel as if they lasted for years; the feeling of her breath on his skin, her hands on parts of his body no mother should be touching on her son. He knew she hated him, he knew she blamed him for his dad disappearing and for the loss of what she thought was great. But her “punishments”, they were the worst thing in the world.
He loved her, despite knowing the abhorrence in her blood stream, despite knowing the things she did to him.
She was his mom. He loved her, he had to, right?
But he felt lost, distressed, dead inside every time she would come into his room at night. And sometimes... it wasn’t just her. Sometimes, her friends would join. Adults that he would cry and scream to, but there were just laughs heard. They didn’t care that they were hurting him, that he wanted to die.
Symptoms of bipolar disorder arose when he was sixteen and had a manic episode in front of his entire school. He was a genius kid that no one talked to, labeled as arrogant and then... crazy. When his mom was called from home, asked to go evaluate his problems, she acted kindly. She acted as if she cared and finally, Sungmin thought, finally she cared. But when he got home, it was torture. Being tied down and forced to take what she had given him, give her what she wanted... he couldn’t handle it.
He was seventeen when he graduated early, grabbed all of his things and left with no mention of a new address, college, anything. He hoped that she would think he was dead, gone, stranded without love, without care, without anything.
He hoped that he was as dead to her as she had became to him.

He joined the robotics field, finished schooling, and began programming an android by twenty-five. YG097, his pride and joy, the thing that made him famous in the robotics field. Everything about YG097 he loved, he finally put all the care into something that he never got. But, then, he was recruited by Jeon Corporations themselves to work on JJ073, the single biggest project in the entirety of the android world. He was given the leading role, given more responsibility than anyone, but expected to scrap his other work for focusing purposes. And he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t abandon YG097 like his mother abandoned him, he couldn’t.
So when he snuck YG097’s data chip into JJ073’s mainframe, it wasn’t to be malicious. It was to save his works. But they launched JJ073 too soon, reducing him to malfunctions and Sungmin felt the world crash.
When they told him JJ073 was going to be scrapped, he lost it. He did everything he could to save JJ073.... and then he met Jeon Hayi. Jeon Corp’s new CEO and princess, and she helped him.
Friendship blossomed immediately as they worked to fix JJ073 — Jeong. They worked as much as they could. Hayi listened to Sungmin’s issues, helped him get into therapy and medicine, helped him become stable. Jeong became the love of Sungmin’s life. His boyfriend, his soulmate.
Everything was good.
Until it wasn’t.
Hayi found out on a slated night about everything, threatened him with making Jeong hate him and possibly disposing Jeong... and Sungmin knew, for Jeong’s sake, he had to disappear.

At thirty, Sungmin stopped taking his medications, stopped going to therapy, and turned to illegal drug usage. Partying, having sex, doing cocaine... became a regular day in the life. He had the financial capacity to support himself, to ruin himself. He watched from afar, watched Jeong grow and learn, watched the only thing he loved forget all about him. For a time, he was content. For a time, he was okay with destroying himself if it meant Jeong’s happiness.
But as Jeong began to struggle, began to malfunction more, Sungmin pushed himself to get together. He forced himself to control everything he had destroyed within himself.
Jeong needed him.
And he was determined to fix things, to love Jeong the way he was never loved.
To fix Jeong.
To fix himself.

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