Algorithm (Failed)

Chapter 2: Intel

With that said he got up and walked into the study sat in the corner. He didn't care to look around, the details of the room were still fresh in his memory from the last time he was in there. He pulled out the paper in his pocket, double checking if all the names were printed on it. Changbin was still in earshot but he couldn't bother with his brothers grumbling. Though he was still voicing his complaints, he went into his room to grab the small attachment before he walked into the study. Changbin passed his brother and towards the glass desk, the PC unit sat on top. He leaned across to avoid the recognition scanner and plugged in the attachment. He wanted to kick the desk but Minho pushed him out the way and sat on the desks matching chair. They watched as the light flits from yellow to green and then the screen switched on. Minho's eyes scoured over the many tabs until he found the one he needed.

Everyone had knowledge of all technology, mostly everyone knew everything about and how to assemble, reassemble, hack, etc. But Changbin always studied  technology, biotechnology, codes literally anything of the sort like a religion. He was sure he knew more than anyone else. His pride in his word didn't last long though. "He preens in the most infuriating way possible. I wish I didn't have to see that damned smile╌ it's so fake it makes me cringe," He spat. Minho looked to the paper to confirm he typed the name correctly. Changbin was met with silence. A opinion on the matter was long forgotten, earning him a glare behind his back. He read over Hwang Hyunjin's file before he pressed print. He moved onto the next about to speak but was ultimately cut off.

"I'm pretty sure I will go insane soon," He exclaimed, distress clear in his voice, holding his head in his hands. Minho choose to ignore him and continued scrolling through the many Yangs. He read over the file quickly and pressed print again. He wasn't looking them up in any order.

"He truly believes that you are the corrupt one, you know that right? How ironic!" The younger laughed dryly. This is how Changbin de-stressed. He ranted and ranted until he was breathless. The idea of his brothers sanity crossed Minho's mind but he shook it away.

"Please be quiet Changbin." Those string of words were the last straw for him. He was at his brothers side instantly, looming over him, obviously fuming. Glaring daggers down at the latter.

"And you." They both noticed the change in octave in his voice, Minho being as sensitive to sound as he was jumped the tiniest bit. "Your 'mister nonchalant' attitude isn't cute...because I'm not overreacting when I say what I do!" At hearing this, Minho stopped what he was doing, his eyes narrowing on instinct. Burning eyes matching the one he was now staring into, daring him to say another word. He got up slowly to his full height, switching roles with him, now looming over the shorter male. He leaned closer, still holding the glare and lifted a hand.

"You decided to take up this role on your own," He says while poking the oher in the chest between each stern word but the other shoved his hand away, while clicking his tongue.

"I offered, more than once that you could step back at any time. Did I not?" This time he paused to tilt his head in mock cursiousity. "You said you could handle this. Why are you acting this way?"

"Maybe you would know if your head wasn't in the clouds? I do my job but I still need your support!" He hissed, making Minho look at him incredulously.

"What's more important than what we're doing? What's got you so distracted?" Like a poem, Changbin read between the lines and saw something that Minho didn't even know he revealed.

"You already gave it away but I need to hear it from you. What is it?" His eyes softened, tone less gruff. The words still held purpose, a challenge. He dropped their trust in his hands. And Minho did what he could, his brothers expectations set aside. He rather not get into this at the moment.