I Am The Lucky One (Baekhyun x Reader)

Part 4 - Reunited

"Due to overcrowding, another prisoner will be sharing your cell, regardless of their sex," a guard said to you through the small slit in the door.

You groaned with frustration and slumped down in the chair you were sitting in. You had been trapped here for over three months, and were close to death. Your eyes were swollen from retinal scans to check for signs of your powers returning, your bones broken and cracked, scars covered your body from procedures and experiments. All hope of survival had soared out of your mind and heart.

You slept whenever they weren't experimenting on you, trying to shut of the pain that always lingered. But even in your nightmares you could feel the wounds from the equipment.

"QUIET!" a lab technician screamed, the boom of a gunshot rang through your damaged eardrums, followed by a scream.

You prayed each night that Baek hadn't joined those who passed away in this hellhole, that you would see him again one day. You never saw him since the day they hooked you up with wires to attempt to shock you into breaking.

"y/n..."

You were going mad here. His voice was constantly in your head. You missed him like hell.

'y/n?"

He wasn't really there... you were imagining things.

"y/n, wake up!"

You forced your eyes opened, which you didn't even realised you closed.

It wasn't a dream. If it was, Baek would be healthy and free of scars and bruises. But there was the very real Baekhyun. Covered in head to toe with scars and new wounds. His uniform stained with blood.

"Baekhyun!" you whisper-yelled, taking his hand in yours.

"I am here y/n," he said, tears starting to well up in his eyes and he struggled to bend over to give you the type of hugs only he could give. The hug he gave you before they tore him off of you and dragged his screaming self away right in front of you

You winced when your bodies made contact, skin, wounds, and bruises hit each other. But the slight sting of the contact didn't bother you as Baekhyun cupped your face in his hand and smiled down at you.

"After seeing what they did to you, I promised myself I would never leave this place dead or alive without seeing you again," he whispered, kissing your nose.

His eyes trailed down to your partially exposed collarbone where the locket he had given you dangled. He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger and studied it with a huge grin.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

You tried to stand up, but upon doing so, your destroyed legs wobbled beneath you, causing you to fall over and cry out in pain.

"y/n..." Baekhyun whimpered.

"The experiments are starting to take a worse toll on me Baekhyun, I am shocked to still be alive," you said through tears.

"I wish I could get you out of here, but they took away my powers as well...." Baekhyun said.

He slid his arms under your legs and upper back and lifted you up onto your bed. You smiled at him thankfully and shakily reached up to trace your finger along his bruised jaw line. His skin was still soft in places they hadn't poked and cut.

Every part of you was was sore, seeing him made the ache in your bones a little less prominent. So much that you felt you could attempt to sit up straight. But you failed and wound up crying out in pain and gripping his hand so you didn't hit your head again.

"What have they done to you y/n?" Baekhyun said to you, his eyes glazed with tears.

Everything. You wanted to say. You have been shocked, poked, cut open, stabbed, tortured, poisoned... what did these people want with you?

Before you could stop him, his hand was on your now exposed stomach, tracing the parallel scars. Horror spreading through his face like wildfire.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you y/n," he said as he took a seat on the edge of your bed.

"Baekhyun..." you whimpered as he took your hand and placed your head in his lap.

"When they took me away from you I told myself I wouldn't let myself die because I wanted to come back to you," he whispered, tracing circles with his thumb between your thumb and index finger.

His touch sent a new feeling through your body.

"Baek, can you help me sit up?" you asked him.

"Of course y/n, of course," he replied, sliding his arms underneath you.

You winced when your body started to bend as he helped you up, your broken bones making all more painful.

One you were sat upright, you could face him and caress his beautiful face. It was hard not seeing him for so long, not being able to tell him you loved him.

"Baek...can I...." you started.

"I love you y/n," he whispered before pressing a kiss to your cold, almost blue lips.

You kissed back, bringing back as much strength as you could so you didn't slump forward. Baekhyun's lips were cold and soft, unlike yours which were freezing and cracked.

He pulled away and ran his fingers through your soft hair. Shock set into his face when he looked into your eyes. You returned the gaze and gasped.

"Baek!" you whispered in surprise "your eyes!"

"Yours to!" he replied.

"What, what is it?" you asked worriedly.

"They...they are the color of ice..." he said.

His glowed a brilliant shade of blue and white, the color of the beams of light he used constantly back home.

You smiled, you knew what was happening.

Your powers were back.