#make_you_happy

chanyeol was a lot of adjectives—egotistical, wild, reckless, and countless others—but picky wasn’t one of them. he could say that it was one of his better traits, but really, the word went both ways. he wasn’t picky in any category, none at all if he excluded race car driving: not with his food, not with his alcohol, and not with his lovers. his interests ranging from high class wine parties to lower class pleasure parlors, chanyeol was wide open, and everyone who knew him enough was aware of that.

so when he showed up in mahogany hall, dressed attractively in a black button-up shirt rolled to the elbows, buttons opened till the little bend of his chest, and in a well-fitting pair of dark jeans matched with a smooth black belt, hair messily styled, dark eyes roaming the area, no one was really surprised to see him there. chanyeol wasn’t a usual customer but, then again, how could he ever be when he liked to head to one place after another?

refusing other people at mahogany hall that approached him with little winks and dejected shakes of his head, chanyeol sprawled himself out in a chair at a table near the corner of the tea shop. tonight, he had one intent in mind and one intent only; and he would not leave until he had that intent settled. 

another adjective that could label chanyeol was stubbornness, when he felt the need to let it out. and once he got stubborn, nothing could change his mind.

something between a smile and a smirk gracing his features, chanyeol asked one of the employees to bring him the special menu—and an order written across the menu called lulu white.

“tell him that i’d like a small switch in the roles,” he drawled out, fiddling with the folds in his sleeve. “if he’ll allow me.”