Algorithm (Failed)

Chapter 1: Observation

Seungmin seemed carefree, and unafraid. He'd abide by the rules but behind closed doors he didn't care. He was probably suffocating as much as  the others but concealed it better. Chan remembers from the files, he had the least amount of blemishes on his record. It was likely he held appearances for some reason. But again he really could sing, Chan didn't have to hear him to know that.

That was confirmation enough for Chan, so with a little smirk while shaking his head. He snuck away from the home, kind of feeling bad that he couldn't be apart of the moment.

Day four came quickly and went quickly. Throughout the whole day he saw how out of place and comfortable this boy was. He looked around ever so often, face blank but eyes swirling with a mix of confusion and insecurity. Like he was wondering if someone was watching over his shoulder, spotted that he didn't quite fit with the rest. A lone ant in the swarm of bees. He felt pity for the boy, he was terrified always not knowing what to do and how to go about things.

He didn't have any difficulty with the subjects, or speaking with the teachers but what they couldn't see, Chan definitely could. His eyes shook and he saw his hand twitch a little. The minutes ticked by with nothing but the boy attempting to keep his jittery state hidden. Soon he entered his art class, being the  only one there╌ probably why he was stopped by the teacher earlier. That same one entered the room, moments later. Spitting out some instructions and let Jisung begin. Not even 5 minutes later she stops him, correcting his painting while wearing that fake smile. And not too long after she did it again, this time she gesturing that she would be back by holding up a finger and exiting the room.

The brunette was visibly annoyed, drained, and all & all done for the day. He continued painting, still trying desperately for it to look identical to the others but soon he stopped staring at it hard before stroking the paint brush over his painting, outside of the lines and all. Without a care he dropped the brush on the easel and left the room. If Chan wasn't in public he would've been clapping by now.

The fifth day started similarly to the last 3 but unfortunately in a much slower pace. Chan almost thought Minho had made a mistake because there hadn't been any signs to tell otherwise. He was on high rank of courses, classes focused on what he would decide for a career. He didn't seem like he was having any difficulty though. Chan shook his and hauled any thoughts to a stop, he had to continue observing . Jumping to conclusions from being impatient wouldn't get him anywhere.

His eyes followed as the professors administrated a digital test that would provide the students with options of what they might want their profession to be. They provided a 3 choice option but any final decisions would be set in a future test. Simple enough, Chan remembers taking the test himself even though he wished 'none of the above' was a selection at the time. There was a sudden change in the male that went unnoticed by the others in the room; the hesitation, his flitting eyes, his fingers lingering over the screen. Woojin couldn't decide on anything. He was trying hard to keep his anxiety under raps. He was good at upholding a poker face but the sweat gathering at his brow was a dead give away.

One of professors spotted Woojin's blank test and he thought he almost saw their expression sink but it was gone before he could think twice. They came over to the male in concern and spoke to him before Woojin finally obliged, heading out of the room. His destination was the Correction Corner. They didn't 'punish' anyone, no.  They only talked to you, feeding you what they thought was right and reassured you that it was supposed to be this way. And when that didn't work they decided on something worse. Good thing Woojin was only there to speak to the Socialist regarding any issues.

You couldn't see much through the small window of the door, and he wasn't going to walk all the way around the building  so he waited until the short conversation was over, tailing the other until he was back in the same room as before. He wasn't exactly sure what the brunette had selected but whatever it was, he wasn't satisfied. The Socialist had failed her job, her coaxing may have worked but was it right? Was it what Woojin really wanted?

Woojin's day  resumed the rest of the day without any further went on without any further mishaps. His facade was stone cold and Chan wasn't sure if he was keen with the idea or not. At first glance he fit in without a doubt but behind closed doors this guy had nowhere of his own. No end, no beginning. He was just going through the motions along with everyone else. He was obviously scared to step over the boundary, even though it was beckoning him. Chan was beginning to get worried now. Soon the brunette step into his apartment, then ate, do some homework, then clean.

He was about to drag a hand down his face in frustration when he saw the others face contort in an emotion for the first time all day. Shame to be exact. He watched as the other fidgeted a bit before he walked off into his bedroom. Whatever the item was he hid it discreetly in a lose panel of his closet. Hee slotted the panel back in place, looking as if it was never moved in the first. Chan's eyes finally fell on the and he had to squint them to make sure he saw it right. It was an old, basically falling apart ukulele. The effort to salvage it was obvious, where he discovered this was beyond him but nonetheless Chan liked where this was going.

Woojin settled on his bed, poor ukulele in hand, all the while trying to calm the storm in his head. That hinderance nagging at him. Stopping him from what he obviously wanted to do. He convinced himself somewhere and gave in within seconds, shaking his head and closing his eyes.Chan didn't know much about guitars but he was impressed. The males fingers strummed lightly on the strings while his other hand jumped to each fret on the neck.

It was calming, almost putting Chan in a peaceful trance. He tried to imagine the notes being played but he was beginning to get sleepy. He let out a yawn and realized that know his observing was becoming too much of an invasion of privacy so he picked himself, brushing himself off and left Kim Woojin with a silent wish of good health. In his mind he couldn't help but feel resentment but in his heart was listfully light. Glad to have found others.