Destined

Number One

When Baekhyun woke up he was surprised to see a ceiling -that didn't belong to the infirmary- staring back at him. The once plain white space was now black with various green stars plastered around in the strangest formations Baekhyun had ever seen, as far as he could tell they didn't represent any of the constellations he could recognize. His gaze drifted down onto the blankets covering his body, he was grateful that they were an average colour rather than a bright orange or something strange like that.

Baekhyun didn't recognize anything in the room in which he woke from, the bed in which he laid was comfortable but his bed back in Millennium High was better. The walls were filled with posters and images of places and people he couldn't recognise, every one of them smiling and waving at the camera that captured the seemingly happy atmosphere. For a moment Baekyun wondered if these images were taken straight out of a store photo frame, but when his eyes fell on the one in the very centre of the wall right next to him Baekhyun was thrusted (quite harshly) back into reality. He saw himself in the centre of the picture, he was smiling happily at the camera, his arm thrown over a tall boy who he instantly recognized as Chanyeol, or at least a Chanyeol that was a part of his tests.

This is a test.

Baekhyun had to remind himself that this place wasn't his own as he scanned through the room, unable to control the smile on his lips when he noticed the plushies sitting at the end of the bed he woke up in. He had to attempt though, that even though the room had nothing he was familiar with he couldn't deny that it did hold a lot of things that he had once wished to fill his bedroom with. Except it was currently missing a person.

"Baekhyun, are you awake?"

Speaking of the devil.

Baekhyun took a deep breath as he gathered his wits and turned around to face the door, his eyes meeting with the first Chanyeol of his series of tests. He didn't feel right calling this person by the name of his lover so in his mind Baekhyun decided that from this moment on he would refer to the Chanyeols within these tests as numbers, choosing instead to hold off calling them Chanyeol, at least until he found his true mate.

"Yep, wide awake how are you number one?"

"Number one?" The boy who wore his mate's face tilted his head in confusion, stepping into the room with narrowed eyes. Baekhyun found himself stepping back whenever the boy before him tried to step closer. "Sweetheart what are you doing? Did you have a nightmare again, or did you forget that my Jersey says 61?"

"Nope," Baekhyun admitted without much consideration for this person's emotions. It confused him to think that this boy before him was in fact his soulmate from another life-time so he figured that by he would treat this Chanyeol wannabe as a stranger. "but I am in a nightmare right now."

"Are you having second thoughts about our arrangement?" Number one wondered, his gaze falling to the floor. Baekhyun watched slightly perplexed as the test Chanyeol before him became so shy, his fingers drumming against each other in obvious nerves. "You don't actually have to give me anything as a prize for winning the game later."

"Game?"

"Babe, I'm playing in a football game against Big Hit High later, don't you remember? Come on let's get back into bed and talk about it..."

"Must have slipped my mind." Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders, casting one last glance around the room before finally settling them back on the Chanyeol before him. The boy's shoulders were broad but the Chanyeol in his life-time was a little bigger in size, probably because of his Alpha wolf genetics that this Chanyeol lacked. "Wait, you play football?"

"Eh, babe.. you sure that you're okay?" The boy before him questioned, he took a hesitant step forward and when Baekhyun didn't react he continued until he was standing right in front of the boy. "What's going on with you?" he whispered, gently pressing his index finger below Baekhyun's chin. The vampire felt a shiver run down his back and not one of the good kind. He withdrew himself from the imposter before him, almost missing the deflated look in the man's eyes. "You're a lot stronger than those that have come before you..."