Chanyeol

Chanyeol let out an annoyed loud groan as his alarm clock woke him up on Monday morning, and he turned it off. After he had lay in his bed and stretched himself for five minutes and finally was able to open up his eyes, he climbed out of his big-sized bed. He picked up his working clothes in his drawer on his way to the bathroom to wash himself up before putting them on. After he had finished his business in privacy, he went to his most likeable place in his apartment: the kitchen. Chanyeol may didn’t look like it, but he was excellent at cooking, and he even enjoyed it. He made himself perfect American pancakes with dark chocolate sauce with whipped cream on top, and strawberries and blueberries around on the plate (he added the fruit just to get something healthy).

When Chanyeol was done making the food, he sat in his small living room with his small, but comfortable, sofa. He the news on his TV (with low volume) and grabbed his new newspaper from yesterday.

Chanyeol wasn’t that much interested in the news, but he knew he had to be updated; plus his co-workers would talk about the news, and the news only. It was impossible to create a conversation with them without talking about some news; everything else was alien talk to them.

Chanyeol didn’t find anything interesting today. Not that he had before either, but now he wasn’t invisible whilst working today. He could at least talk to them today, but it was not that it was much more tempting to him. Chanyeol felt like crap today. He didn’t know if he was just in a bad mood or starting to feel sick. It wouldn’t surprise him if it was his mood; he was always moody.

At work, Chanyeol’s mood got even worse. He wanted to just go back home. He didn’t want to be anywhere near his co-workers, or his father, the owner of the company.

Chanyeol knew well that he wasn’t that well liked. Everyone was jealous of his special treatment from his father, and he couldn’t be more upset about it. He didn’t want special tre