“What’s with you, moping around all day?”

Yixing jumped when the sofa dipped beside him and that voice was directly in his ear, his head whipping around the see the speaker. Jongin’s legs were crossed, one arm around the back of the couch and inching precariously close to Yixing’s shoulders.

He had never told anyone about his time in the laboratories, let alone about the existence of Experiment 00, so he merely shrugged his shoulders and shuffled closer to the arm of the sofa. “I’ve been feeling sick.”

The other man raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’re bleeding, why would you feel sick?”

Yixing paled slightly; he had never been a very good liar. “I’m fine.”

“It’s weird,” Jongin continued, as if he hadn’t just heard Yixing speak. “You were disappearing so often, and in the past days, you’ve just been in your room or playing that piano. Something’s up, isn’t it?”

Another shrug came from Yixing. He couldn’t tell anyone about what he was doing, or about his sudden reason for feeling so down, so he just kept his lips sealed. The only person he wanted to speak to was Yifan.

Yixing was never told about religion or believing in a higher being, though he had read about it in the books he was given. He could only assume it was the work of something greater when the lead doctor came to his bedroom, with a scowl on his face and his hands in his coat pockets. “Yixing,” he started, and when he found the surprise on the experiment’s face, his own softened. “We’ve heard from the other experiments that you haven’t been yourself recently. And, with your powers specifically, we can’t exactly have that.”

Yixing just nodded his head; he definitely understood the concern. He wasn’t sure about the powers of his peers, but he knew his were greatly affected by his emotional state. It was the reason he kept such a level head in most situations.

“Do you have a reason for this behavior?”

He leaned back in his desk chair and turned the knob on his radio to lower the volume, before turning to look into the doctor’s brown eyes. He nodded his head. “You won’t let me see Yifan.”

The name seemed to confused the old man, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before the realization hit him. “Ah,” he nodded his head slowly, removing a hand from his pocket to his chin. “You’ve grown attached to him, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I have.”

“Very well. I suppose you can visit him,” the doctor turned to leave, then stopped to throw another glance at Yixing. “We believe he’s like you, with your emotions and powers. He’s been angry. I hope seeing you will change that.”