Chris huffs in and out as he jogs down the stone street of the city. Loud music bursting through his headphones.
People walking by stepped out of the way as he passed them, luckily he was going fast enough nobody would recognize him.
He slows down and jogs in place as he reaches an intersection where cars are driving. The bright lights of an advertisement catch his attention causing him to look up.
It was an ad for the Holiday Gala. He stares at it for a few moments, beginning to daydream. The strange feeling he's been having comes back.
Surely this feeling wasn't something going wrong at the gala. That would probably be the worst case scenario.
A car horn beeps causing him to snap out of it. He begins jogging again. He eventually reaches his building, where his home suite resides.
He finally regresses to a walk and sets his hands on his hips, trying to stabilize his breath. The doorman opens the large glass door for him.
"Welcome back, Mr. Chan." He says politely.
Chris nods his head and salutes his fingers at him. He steps inside, taking in the warmer air. A few other well dressed people are walking in and out.
He makes his way to the elevator, nobody else is waiting. The doors open swiftly and he steps in pressing the button to his floor. The elevator is quiet and still for a few moments before his phone ringing interrupts.
He grabs it out of his pocket quickly and holds it up to his ear without checking who it was.
"Good morning, son. I assume you're in your office by now."
Chris feels his heart skip a beat for a moment. The same anxiety that always comes back was there. It was his father.
"Y-yes...I'm in my office." He says in a nervous tone.
"Well I hope I'm not getting you at an inconvenient time, then."
"No, no. I can take a call."
He hears him clear his throat and make a sort of annoyed groan before speaking again. "Your mother and I are flying in this afternoon from Stray City for the Charity Gala tomorrow evening. We're both excited to see what you planned on your own."
Chris leans against the railing and takes a breath. "I didn't know you were going to make it."
"Wouldn't miss it. It's one of the most important events of the year for the business. You know that, Bang Chan."
"Yes. I should've known. I'll make arrangements for you."
"That won't be necessary, son. It is our home after all." The phone hangs up.
Chris feels his stomach churn with unknowing. It was few and far between when his parents would come to Winter Falls. They had pretty much turned over "ownership" to him when he had finished school.
The elevator door opens revealing the long hallway to the high class penthouses. Most of the rich tenants who lived here left them vacant until Christmas, living abroad for the rest of the year.
Like usual, it was just him. And occasionally his loud jock pal. He smiles at the thought of Changbin making the hallway echo every time he stops by.
He opens up his front door and his smile fades. Now the stress of his parents coming was piled on top of his discomfort.
He pulls off his tight workout shirt as he walks into his large en-suite, along with his pants. He rubs his hand across the tender muscles of his abdomen.
