From what Yixing knew, majority of the experiments were busts from the moment of their creation. The few that grew past their early stages, Yixing and his peers, weren’t even perfect. As most of them had defects due to their powers, they were still seen as weak. Yixing had heard the doctors say on multiple occasions that they wouldn’t survive in the real world. “Look what happened to Experiment 68,” one doctor had said, his voice raised.

Yixing learned to never ask about the world outside of the facility after that. All he knew came from the scarce amount of books the doctors would give them, the three television channels on the ancient block of technology, and the glorious music. The small radio in Yixing’s bedroom gave him a better taste of the outside world, even if the thick walls caused the notes to fall into static more often than not. Music was the closest thing to healing Yixing had come across, other than his own powers.

A knock at his door sent Yixing out of his little sanctuary, and he let out a groan when he found Experiment 21, Jongdae, out in the hallway. “Um,” the shorter man started, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the common room, “Junmyeon and Chanyeol had a fight again. I think they scorched each other.”

Yixing had to play the nurse for everyone, from the other experiments, to the workers. It seemed the only person he couldn’t heal was himself. Many times, Yixing’s hemophilia was overpowering, so much as a little scrape left him feeling dysfunctional.