Trust

one-meeting

"Chanyeol food is ready."
Gerald called from the kitchen. "Can you bring my food in here im a bit busy at the moment." The butler brought chanyeol his sandwiches crisps and various other snacks into one of his many bedrooms. Chanyeol was sat on the window sill staring intently at someone in the street. He couldnt make out who it was so he awkwardly placed the food on the table and stood up straight intrigued as to what master was doing.

"You can go now. I need to be alone." "call me if you need anything sir." chanyeol ushered him out and closed the door. Something about the man intrigued him. His raggedy  clothes contrasted his beautiful face. The way he walked was fast but not to fast to arise suspicion It was as if he was gravitated towards him. He put on his coat grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
"Gerald im going out for a bit ill call you if i need you bye." without waiting for a reply chanyeol closed the door and walked onto the streets.

Chanyeols head whipped around looking for this man. His name unknown. His background unknown. Everything about him was unknown but chanyeol was determined to find out.

Chanyeol looked at the pavement. Swallowed in his thoughts he didnt notice the mystery man heading towards him, fast

Both heads collided and the man was clutching his head on the floor. Flustered chanyeol held out his hand to help the man up.

"Hi im chanyeol. Sorry i didnt move." the man shook his head to dismiss his apology and stood up

"You must hide me or they are going to kill me."
"Who are?"
"People bad people and if we dont stop talking im a dead man!"

The man pushed chanyeol into a nearby alley and behind a dustbin.

Chanyeol went to brush down his expensive coat that had accumulated dust and dirt. He stood up and the man pulled his shoulder and forced him to kneel back down "Do you want to die?"

Chanyeol opened his mouth to answer when the man vigorously pushed his hand over his mouth. The man placed a finger to his lip as angry voices could be heard shouting.

The voices soon started to become distant. After a few minutes they stopped.
"You never told me your name."
"Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun."

"Thats a nice name." A smile spread across baekhyuns face. Nobody had complimented him before. "Mines park chanyeol."
"so park chanyeol what do you do for a living. You look pretty rich." "I dont work i was born into it. My parents own two large pharmaceutical companies."

Baekhyuns face contorted he wasnt sure himself if it was out of jealousy envy or both.

"How about you Byun baekhyun."

Baekhyun looked to the ground with a face of guilt, hoping it would swallow him up. Chanyeol waved his hand in baekhyuns face. "I dont have a job."

"Oh." "I get it now your gonna stop talking to me like everyone else. Bye then." Baekhyun turned to leave. Chanyeol tugged his sleeve and told him to wait.

Chanyeol took out his phone and dialed a number.  
The phone rung for awhile and then picked up

"Hey appa. You said you need more help at the company right?"

chanyeol stared intently at baekhyun while softly speaking into the phone.

"Well i think i have the perfect person. Of course you can trust my judgement. When can they start? Perfect. Bye father."

Chanyeol beamed at baekhyun. Something intrigued him about baekhyun and for some reason he found himself helping him without reason to.

"I just got you a job starting on monday you can be my fathers right hand helper. For 100,000 won an hour." 

"Really!" baekhyun awkwardly hugged chanyeol in excitement. "But first we gotta get you out of those clothes." chanyeol shook his head knowing those clothes wouldnt do for his father.

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