There were some days where Yixing just rested his arms against the cold metal door and nuzzled his chin between them, and stared into the stark white room. Yixing learned, through watching Experiment 00 so often, that he didn’t have much control over his abilities. It was common for the handsome man to float up, and Yixing found him with his back against the ceiling fairly often. It was times like this that Yixing couldn’t stay around and watch the other in awe, because the doctors would come in and check on him.

Yixing sat in the hallway as the doctors spoke to and inspected Experiment 00, his back against the cold cement wall. He pulled his knees against his chest when the heavy door opened and the doctors left, and he finally overhead what he wanted to know. The gorgeous experiment was named Yifan.

Yixing brought a notebook and pen with him the next time he was allowed near Yifan’s room, deciding he could attempt to start some kind of conversation. He didn’t mind just staring into his eyes, but he wanted something more.

He held the notebook to the tiny window, with bold words written across the sheet: “My name is Yixing. Yours is Yifan, right?”

When he pulled it away from the glass, Yifan looked surprised. He held up a finger before retreating further into the room, only to come back with his own paper. He scrawled something across it and held it up for Yixing to see. “You’re Experiment 10, aren’t you? Everyone around here loves you.”

Yixing smiled a bit and was about to write something else, until the tapping on the window brought his attention back to Yifan.

“Your dimple is so cute. I’ve always wanted to tell you that.”

Yixing knew his dimple grew even deeper after he read that.