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Chapter 1: Observation

Both of them carried a sense of familiarity and pureness. The epitome of youth, always playful and charming. Striving to lift everyone's spirits and wear a smile. Most would think they were foolish for being so self expressive but Chan liked that best about them. He hoped that he would get on well with those two.

Chan hit a speed bump the following day while keeping a eye on the younger of the six. His classes was in a building further from the tree-line which meant closer in town and more crowds of people. Of course Chan wouldn't go unnoticed with that many people around along with anything or anyone else that be watching. So he did  the next best thing and found a nearby building that would allow him to see the whole school; he crept up on the roof without being known and sat down behind the edge. He was glad he remembered to wear his telescopic lenses, giving him a clearer image of the raven haired boy.

Right off the bat, Chan noticed the way the boy's lips quivered and how he would press his lips slightly. It was evident he was trying not to smile. He watched as he quickly closed his mouth when he answered a question correctly, helped someone with a difficult problem, even while walking down the hallway he'd show off his braces for millisecond. It was like second nature to him. The elders heart clenched. The boy seemed like a happy, quirky, slightly insecure boy. He just wanted to help and reassure people of all their problems. The fact that he couldn't was obvious to but no amount of punishments or scolding could remove who he was.

The boy went on another two hours more of struggling with before he was sent to detention. He berated himself as he went, his features defeated; then he sat and allowed the professor to lecture him on and on about how expression was wrong and such. Bullshit if you asked Chan, he didn't allow himself to get angry though, he had no time for his focus to stray.

His face stood blank for the reminder of the hours without any more obstructions, side from him sneakily biting his lip when no one was looking. A bell rang out and he followed him back to his home, fully knowledgeably that his guardians wouldn't be there; one worked as a socialist and one as a physician. The raven let out a sigh of relief at being home, untucking  and unbuttoning the white dress shirt while toeing off his shoes. He then emerged from kitchen with a snack and drink╌ though he didn't seem satisfied which made Chan tilt his head in confusion. Most people don't divulge in their carvings anymore. The 17 year old padded into his room, stretching an arm under his bed and pulling out an old stuffed lion. Chan almost spluttered at seeing the plush.

He wasn't fond of the bland food. Attracted to soft things and smiled a lot. Wait what's this?–

He blinked twice from behind the tree he stood behind. He's surprised this kid wasn't put away yet. Chan had to cover his mouth from the smile now. He wished he could hear him, he was swaying back and forth, eyes crinkled, braces on display again while still clutching the plush. Dancing was rare but singing; no one sang there was no purpose. He seemed like he was really into it, enjoying himself completely.
The 20 year old decided not to stay any longer he wasn't sure when his parents would be home but wished he could, the boy seemed so cheerful and bright like the sun. He hoped to get to know him more, maybe even cook him a decent meal.

His feet brought him towards his dwelling, still far and still in the same neighborhood when another boy from the files passed right by him(Seungmin he believed was his name) and going the same direction he was coming from. Some force told him to turn back and check it out. So he shrugged, eyes lit with curiosity and found himself right back at Jeongin's house, right when the younger let Seungmin step through into his home. He wondered how the two knew each other and got away with visiting each other's homes.

The exchange between them was instantly relaxed, Seungmin didn't even bat an eye. He had a slight smirk on, kind of cheeky and began tickling the younger. It wasn't anything aggressive, it was meek but still had an effect. It was like watching two brothers. Eventually they began talking freely, and soon Seungmin started singing as well. His mischievous smile turned genuine, his eyes softening while Jeongin's blew wide something akin to sparkles in them.