Chanyeol is a successful businessman. Not everything at his business is as successful though and errors by his employees shake up his life. Not only that, but his head butler apparently has a son. One who regularly stuffs up.

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He’s not bothered by the hum of the airplane. Chanyeol seemingly isn’t bothered by anything, looking coolly out of the window of his private jet. His suit is a light gray, just a shade darker than broken white, though the button down shirt he wears underneath, is black. Chanyeol likes being a little… different. From underneath the black cuff, peeks a wrist watch, shiny and expensive. Chanyeol doesn’t show it off, it just slides in and out of view whenever he moves his arm. Chanyeol doesn’t need to show off.

One of his long legs is swung over the other, it fits precisely underneath the table. And why wouldn’t it, when Chanyeol had it custom made to fit his longer limbs? His socks are black, but not much of those is visible because, like with everything else, his suit fits him perfectly. The shiny, black shoes are polished to perfection, one standing firmly on the airplane’s carpeted floor, the other hovering a little higher.

He has his arms crossed on the table in front of him. It’s the only thing that gives away that Chanyeol isn’t spacing out, but thinking deeply. Over the course of the years, the man has learned not to frown while doing so, thinking that when others know you’re deeply in thought, you’re vulnerable. He hasn’t been able to get rid of his habit of crossing his arms, though, but luckily none of his fellow businessmen – competitors – has seen through this yet.

And that’s a good thing. Chanyeol has a serene expression on his face as he gazes out of the window, watching the clouds. Nobody would think that there are worries lingering in his mind. His jaw is relaxed, but defined, lips soft and neutral. Occasionally, his tongue peeks out to wet them, leaving them glistening for a few moments.

A little up higher sits his nose, the tip rounded and the bridge high, though not entirely straight. It settles between defined eyebrows and large eyes. His eyelashes are long and his gaze intense for someone who’s merely looking out of an airplane window. That’s because that’s not all that is happening inside the private jet. Chanyeol is plotting and now that his thoughts are concluding, a smile draws up one of the corners of his mouth. His slender, but large hand comes up to run through his soft, un-styled hair, pushing his bangs back until they naturally fall back over his forehead.

In a swift motion, the man stands up and it’s only now that his height becomes obvious. Hidden from view, though, are the impressive muscles Chanyeol built up over time. He stretches, the Rolex showing itself fully for a moment before he shrugs his suit back into place. A sigh escapes his lips, Chanyeol is satisfied that he could take this moment to practice because there’s nobody around.