Park Chanyeol had spent five years flying around the globe, alighting into different countries, departing from different places, meeting new people and even learning new culture and languages. And with those five years spent flying, none of those flights ever brought him home except for one mere reason which his father is dying to know,
“I know it’s not that accident that brought you back home, I’m keenly aware it’s something else” his father would tell him, but Chanyeol would only shrug the query away.
“But whatever your reason is, it’s still good to have you home” Mr. Park said as they both walked the way leading to the hall room, to where his homecoming party is currently happening. “How’s the hand?”
“Fine,” Chanyeol said. “Great even” and added with such sarcasm.
A month ago, the plane that he’s been testing crashed down on mainland China, and Chanyeol was rushed to the hospital for treatment. The accident caused him concussion, broken ribs, ankle and a punctured lung but none of it mattered to him, not when his hand was been badly shattered. The surgery turned out to be more complex, the rehab after took the longest but the mental pain caused him ever more. The thought of not getting his hand back behind the wheel made Chanyeol only pained him.
“You must’ve heard that they’re discharging me” Chanyeol said, “I’m on my leave till then.”
His father nodded, “I know for sure that you turned down a desk job.”
“You know me too well dad.” Chanyeol could only sigh.
“I want to fly.”