Medical Experimentation (B.A.P, Boyfriend; Yoo Youngjae, Kim Donghyun).

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Title: Medical Experimentation
Fandom: B.A.P, Boyfriend
Pairing/Characters: Yoo Youngjae, Kim Donghyun
Content Notes: Body horror, but nothing too explicit
Prompt: 14 September, better than expected


Youngjae opened his eyes, struggling against the drugs that had kept him under, trying to find out what had happened. He knew they'd done something to him, his body didn't feel exactly right, but he didn't know what, and he wanted to know.

It got too hard, and he stopped fighting, letting his breathing even out again.

"Give it a few minutes," an unfamiliar voice said, soft and gentle. "They've got you on something that will clear things up pretty quick."

Youngjae wanted to rub his eyes. They hurt, dry and prickly. "What are they doing to us?"

"Experiments," the man said easily, without even hesitation.

Youngjae could hear a heaviness to his words. "What kind of experiments?" he asked.

"Physical and mental, mostly."

Youngjae didn't know what that meant, but he could feel the lethargy leaving his body as he lay there. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, and this time, it went easier. He turned his head to find the other man. He lay in the bed next to Youngjae's, just the two of them in the room as far as he could tell.

"Kim Donghyun," the man said with a nod that could be a bow.

"Yoo Youngjae." Youngjae repeated the movement. "What did you mean?"

"How did you end up here?" Donghyun asked.

Youngjae stared up at the ceiling. "It was a car accident," he said. "They almost lost me, because the other car took my leg off just below the knee."

Donghyun grimaced. "So, what they're trying to do is see how people react with cybernetic implants," he said. "I lost my arm in a hit and run."

Youngjae frowned. "Which arm?"

Donghyun sat his bed up, and then held up his arms. "Which do you think?" he asked.

YoungJae stared at him, then looked at his arms. "I... can't tell the difference? It's not like... it's not like what I've seen, the prosthetic arms and stuff."

"No, this is wired directly into your brain," Donghyun said. "Well, my brain," he said with a sheepish smile.

Youngjae grimaced and looked at his leg. "It's... it's wired to my brain?" he repeated.

"Yes," Donghyun said. "Take a look at it. See if you can move it."

Youngjae nodded and sat his bed up, then pulled the blankets off.

He still wore pajamas, hospital issued, of course. He looked at his legs, head tilted to the side, and scowled. He could tell which was his real leg, because it looked familiar. The other one didn't. He carefully bent his new knee, lifting it up, and it moved, after what felt like a significant pause. Like it was taking too long to get the message to the electronics.

Something whispered in his brain, something he couldn't understand and could barely hear, could only feel something. "Get out of my head!" he shrieked, pressing his hands just over his ears, trying to get the voice out. "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

His leg jerked and he threw himself back, gripping the edges of the mattress now, staring at his leg. Not his leg. The electronic thing.

Before it could jerk again, people swarmed him, holding him down as someone put something into the IV. The last thing he heard, as darkness descended, was Donghyun's laughter. "I told you!" he crowed. "I told you, and you ignored me!"


As the nurses lay Youngjae's bed down again, pulling the blankets over him, the doctor turned to Donghyun, who looked at him with a wild grin on his face. "I told you," he repeated. "You're messing with things you don't know anything about, and you're not going to get what you want out of it." That had not gone better than expected - worse, rather - and he hoped Youngjae would recover. Eventually.

The doctor's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Donghyun pulled up his sleeve, showing off the mechanical arm. "It talks to me. They talk to us," he said. "I hate it. I don't want it either. You won't get anyone to take them, no matter how many accidents you orchestrate."

The doctor didn't react, and that was good enough for him. Donghyun laughed, low and significantly less sane than his last laugh. "I knew someone was causing them," he said. "The cyborgs know. The prosthetics know, and they whisper, and they warn. We just have to listen. Make friends. Give up what makes us human to guard those still human enough to reject and disbelieve your lies."

With a sharp gesture, the doctor summoned one of the nurses, and she pulled out a syringe, reaching for Donghyun's IV.

Donghyun laughed and let her inject it. At least, in the darkness, he could make friends with whatever it was that whispered in his mind.