The Impassioned Interchange (Park Chanyeol)

02: The First, Official Dread of Work

Park Chanyeol fixed his Giorgio Armani suit and tie, his demeanor as stoic as always. He ran his hand firmly down his chest and flattened the small creases that emerged. He would have to talk to the maids about that – common mistakes should not be taken lightly. He smoothened his tie out, laying it properly, then grabbed his briefcase that was placed atop of his bed, which held the important documents he had to go through for the day.

He ran his fingers on his hair, making sure that they were in place for the last time, and headed out of his room and towards the dining room where he found his chef, Do Kyungsoo, placing his usual healthy, diet meal in the dining table. Chanyeol sat at the very center, glancing at the empty seats before him, and kept his face as stoic as possible although he felt pained on the inside.

"Kyungsoo," he greeted his chef, slightly smiling on his behalf. Despite Chanyeol's usual seriousness during work, he was kind and gentle to some of his employees, and truth to be told, Kyungsoo had been the closest worker he had before and even after he changed his personality. Of course, that didn't change much of his stone-like camouflage these days.

"Good morning, Chanyeol," the chef greeted, his usual big, doe eyes staring at his boss. He didn't mind speaking informally at the latter since Chanyeol ordered him to be comfortable at him before. "Rough night?" He asked, noticing the dark bags under Chanyeol's eyes.

"Slightly, yeah. There was too much work yesterday, like any other day though."

There were no more words exchanged after that statement, seeing as how Kyungsoo didn't bother to respond afterwards knowing that his boss doesn't approve of too much talk when he eats. Kyungsoo is also aware that he didn't approve of deep conversations either, so instead, he bowed ninety-degrees at his boss before scurrying towards the kitchen, helping the kitchen maids clean the mess that they had left from preparing Chanyeol's food.

Chanyeol deeply sighed, inhaling the usual silence in the air as he ate. Only the occassional sound of silverware, plates and cutlery had filled the noise in the air, the atmosphere feeling quite eerie – something Chanyeol had grew accustomed to. After a few bites and sips from his morning coffee, he softly dabbed his lips from the napkin that was placed on his lap and stood up, deciding that he had no more appetite.

If summed, he only ate one-tenth portion of the food Kyungsoo served, although that much was already a lot seeing as how Kyungsoo prepared a feast, like always.

He didn't know why, but he felt agonizingly lonely today, as if something was reminding him of how lonely he was and how lonelier he will be in the future. Was he being sentimental? Yes, maybe. But it was true. How can you not deduce the future when you're lonely?

He swiftly passed the hallway and headed out of his house where his car was already prepped and ready. His chauffer help the door open for him, so he swiftly slid inside and made himself as comfortable as he could manage. The chauffer immediately ran to the driver's seat knowing that his boss didn't want to arrive late for work.

Normally, CEO's wouldn't bother going to work late, especially since they had the highest position in their companies, but Chanyeol was different. Like a typical employee, he had grown accustomed into getting to work really early, even earlier than most of his employees

He believed that if the boss was early, his employees should be early as well like chicks following their mother hen.

Soon enough, they arrived at the company, his employees scampering towards the building bowing their head respectfully and making way for the CEO as he walked gracefully inside, not bothering to reply.

He passed by the semi-long line of employees lining up on the normal elevators and pushed the up button to his private elevator as he reached in front of it. He waited for a couple of seconds before a Ding emerged, and soon enough, the doors opened and in came him, his elevator reaching his floor in no time.