Chanyeolâs company isnât very big, which means that he knows all of his employees by name and doesnât hire new people very frequently. When he does he tries to be as careful as possible about it; he quite likes the atmosphere, and doesnât want to give a job to anyone whoâs going to tear that down. But at the same time, at his heart of hearts, heâs softer than most people would assume.
Especially towards people he can sympathize with.
Of course he canât hire anyone just out of pity, and thatâs not the case with the new boy either. He will  have a real job to take care of, intern or not- but indeed, after learning about his condition Chanyeol was slightly more biased to hire him under him.
Finally someone who could communicate with him in his native tongue in his own darn company.
Chanyeol is out meeting a client when the boy is supposed to come in, so he misses the first few hours of his day and when he makes it back itâs already lunch time. But Chanyeol is curious, and canât even attempt to hide that, making his way towards the corner of the office where the internet should be hiding, somewhere. Doing⌠something. Chanyeol isnât quite certain what he might have been made to do on his first day; maybe just memorize some core information about the company? Maybe? Itâs been a while since he last initiated anybody. He knows he gives off quite the capable boss vibe, with his slacks, button down and dress shoes, but he also hopes that his rolled up sleeves and a friendly smile will help soften some of his edges. He doesnât want to intimidate the kid- thatâs just not the kind of boss that he is.
He raps on the door with his knuckles, fully aware that the boy does have decent hearing, to draw attention to himself, and only then does he sign his greeting. âHowâs it going?â
A soft groan slips out from between his lips as he averts his gaze to the window, attention captured momentarily by the bird upon its sill. It was a welcomed distraction, a very timely one indeed for one could be certain that he almost misses the freedom he so enthusiastically signed away when he applied for this internship. Regret was still a stranger in these parts, but dread it seems, has become an inevitable acquaintance. Tâwas not the difficultly of the tasks entrusted to him that extinguished his vigour, but the way they seemed to spill over his desk and carry on forever. Itâs been three hours, three long and excruciating hours of sorting and keying in data and the end is somehow still nowhere in sight. Carding aching fingers through his hair, the boy takes to rolling his shoulders in an attempt to drive the fatigue away. Just one more hour, he catches himself chanting, eyes watching the second hand drag itself lazily around the clock. One more hour till a break.
The boyâs just about to dive right back into his mammoth of a task when a series of knocks upon his door demanded his full attention. Eyes wide, Taehyungâs evidently flustered when he registers the identity of his visitor. Rising from his chair at record speed, the boy offered a quick bow before greeting the man with a sign he hoped would be adequate.
â Sir. Itâs definitely different from what I had expectedâ in the best way of course. I hadnât expected to be given such a big task on my first day, but itâs been great so farâ I know the state of my desk is not exactly the best testimony, but Iâd like to think that Iâm coping well. â Reply delivered, Taehyung finds himself mirroring his superiorâs smile, albeit a little sheepishly as he realised just how much heâd rambled. His boss did not seem to be the type to mind, but until he was merited with a response, the boy could only hope that his observations would hold true.
â Is there something else that youâd like me to do? â
