Beomgyu didn't remember having much, but he remembered readily signing up for a regime where doctors could take a little of his blood to help diagnose and develop a cure for a disease that he'd long forgotten the name of. Someone pitched the idea, so he went along with it. He couldn't remember who, but he can't remember a lot anyway.

Beomgyu's world was like petri dish for a while. His blood was shoved under different scientific devices, diluted and studied, examined and tested. That is until that petri dish was shattered. The boy couldn't fit in it, so a table it was. And it wasn't blood anymore, it was his whole body. Poked and prodded, jabbed and abused.

Beomgyu became the petri dish. Or the specimen, for lack of a better word. He couldn't remember a lot about the whole ordeal other than that it hurt like a bitch most of the time, but he could vividly recall how it all started. 

He had come to the hospital for a routine blood donation. The brunette had done it several times before, and the experience was always the same—quick, efficient, and painless. But this time was different. As soon as he walked in, he could feel an uncomfortable energy in the air.

The nurses and doctors seemed to dwindle in number, and the facilities had an eerie edge. When he was finally shown to the donation room, he was handed a form to fill out and a glass of water. The boy was told to stay in the room until the procedure was complete, no matter how long it took.

He sat in the frigid, white room, feeling increasingly uneasy. Usually, the experience was more enjoyable—a nurse would chat with him as she drew the blood, but no nurse ever showed up.

Minutes passed, and he was beginning to feel worried, so he walked to the door, dragging the IV drip after him, and tried to open it, but it didn't move. Beomgyu yanked on it harder, but it was locked shut. His heart raced as he stepped back from the door, his head spinning as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

He heard a noise coming from the corner of the room and noticed a small camera on the wall. It was monitoring him, and he began to think maybe he was being held against his will.

At that moment, he felt a wave of nausea come over him, and he bent over, cradling his stomach. Something wasn't right. The boy dropped to his knees, which sent the IV stand toppling over, landing with a loud thud. His world continued to spin, and it felt like he was going to hurl. That was until the pain subsided and a woozy haze took first place.

Beomgyu couldn't bring his legs to move, a weird sensation travelled up his limbs and spine until he felt numb all over. He couldn't move anymore, from the shoulders down he felt nothing.

Click

The door was opening, and with his ever-draining vision, he could see a pair of feet clad in scrubs step in. 

"Get the serums, we shall start right away," a monotonous voice spoke. 

The world was quickly becoming a haze, but for now, he could still see and hear. The IV stand still lay on the floor, resting against his shoulder, the liquid still making its way slowly into his veins. 

The IV drip, Beomgyu thought, his brain finally rendering what was happening. There was something in it. Despite all attempts to remove the thing from his body, he could not move an inch. He lay crooked on the floor for a few more minutes before the person who entered earlier bent down, grabbed his wrist and yanked out the line for him. Surprisingly, there was no sting. The numbness did some good.

"Wha..." Beomgyu attempted to speak, but the words were breathy and took much effort to say. 

He tried again, but it was nothing but gibberish. 

"Shush," the doctor said, bending down to eye view and placing a finger on the latter's lips. He shook his head vigorously, eyes pleading. 

Beomgyu didn't want this. 

"It's okay," he stroked a few strands away from Beomgyu's forehead. Everything screamed in him to swat the filthy hands away.

"This is all for science, Beomgyu. You're doing humankind a favor."

It wasn't for science at all.

The experiment did nothing for science, let alone the human race.

Beomgyu's touch was supposed to break things, a gentle tap to shatter anything from a plant pot to a heavy metal table, just like porcelain. At the start, it gradually worked, but they dosed up the serums a little too much, and his abilities fell out of their control. He kept trying to get out, so they had to take a step backwards. It was back and forth all the time till they'd fucked him up so bad that the only thing that shattered was his skin.

Freedom didn't come easily. 

"Beom?" A familiar voice as its owner shook the boy's body.

Eyes fluttered open to see Soobin with a soft smile on his face. His lips look gorgeous like that, plump and pink in the morning rays of sun that came beaming through the curtains. "Soob!" Beomgyu said excitedly, his grin infecting the latter. His blonde hair was a fluffy mess and looked funny, but also kind of—what's the word?

"You look cute," Soobin chuckled and sat up. "Breakfast, and then I'm going out, wanna come?"

Cute! That's it. Soobin looked cute. "So do you," Beomgyu said. He climbed out of bed and followed him downstairs, "Are we going to that store thing that people get stuff off you?"

"Ah nope. My mum wants to meet up for a coffee. She has something to tell me."