* Hello! This is second chapter of Stay With Me. I hope you guys liked chapter 1, and also will like chapter 2. Remember, don't be afraid to tell me anything, and don't forget to vote and comment .xx * 

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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 berries just to get something healthy).

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

The grown male wasn't that much interested in the news, but he knew he had to be updated; plus his colleagues 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 now, but it was not that it was much more tempting to him. The brown haired male 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 just his mood; he was always moody.

At work, Chanyeol's mood had gotten even worse. He wanted to just go back home. He didn't want to be anywhere near his colleagues, or his father, the owner of the company.

Chanyeol knew well that he wasn't that well liked her. Everyone was jealous of his special treatment from his father, and he couldn't be more upset about it. He didn't want special treatment. He didn't want to even work there, especially because of the boss. 

"Chanyeol, come to my office," said the mentioned one. Chanyeol only let out a sigh before he left his desk and followed his boss, and father. "Please sit down," he said as he sat down in his own office chair.

Chanyeol refused. "I'm fine, thank you," he muttered bitterly.

Mr Park flinched. "Sit down Chanyeol."

The young man felt like they had a staring contest. He didn't want to back down, but neither did his father. After his father knew they were going nowhere, he finally gave in with a sigh and closed his eyes whilst shaking his head slowly. "What am I going to do with you Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol didn't answer. He only avoided eye contact, and had his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm tired of this," he continued, but Chanyeol didn't bother to look at him, "I want to see you happy, not being arrogant and sad."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "You know nothing about me," he muttered under his breath, and his father nodded.

"Exactly. I don't know anything about you, and you're my son! I'm supposed to know you like I know myself, but it's not like that. Where's the son I used to have that was called the Happy Virus because of his bright smile and laugh, and made everyone else happy just by his presence?"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes again. "I fucking grew up," he cursed, already tired of the conversation. He couldn't keep counting at how much his family had tried to ask him why he wasn't like how he used to be.

"I think you need to get out. Go out and have fun when you're not working. Go out with friends. Meet someone. Meet a girl."

Chanyeol turned around and started to walk towards the door.

"Chanyeol, I'm not done with you!" his father yelled after him, but Chanyeol just ignored him and continued to walk away. He sat down at his desk again, ignoring the stares and glared from his colleagues.

After a while, a man, Kim Junmyeon , walked up to Chanyeol's side, earning a confused glance from him.

"Hi Chanyeol," he started. Chanyeol nodded back. "We're going bowling after work tomorrow, do you want to tag along?"

Chanyeol stared at him suspiciously. "Did our boss tell you to ask me?" Chanyeol refused to call their boss 'dad'.

Junmyeon shook his head whilst avoiding Chanyeol's gaze; that's when he knew he was right. "No, we want you to come," he said, in which Chanyeol knew he was lying.

"Bullshit," he muttered under his breath, not audible to his co-worker. "Fine, I'll come."  Junmyeon's eyes widen, not expecting the grumpy male to accept the request, but he still smiled politely. 

"Great, we'll give you a call when we'll meet up tomorrow." Chanyeol nodded, and Junmyeon disappeared back to his own desk afterwards.

After work, Chanyeol went right home. He was exhausted. He took a long shower before he made himself some fancy dinner before turning on a movie that he found boring, but still better than nothing. He fell asleep after cleaning up on his sofa, and then woke up from his phone ringing.

"Hm?" was all that managed to escaped his lips.

"We're going to go bowling seven o'clock tomorrow. Still want to come?"

Chanyeol had to think for a second. "Yeah, I'll see you then," he agreed.