"Didn't asked you to like it, boy." He's in his shop, different cars of different types lined up in a perfect rectangular shaped space, his men were working in each and every aspect, to the machines, wheels, rear-end to the bodies of the car. It's the only thing that his father left him, aside from the coffee shop that his mother has, this garage is something that will he will always protect. Chanyeol dedicated his life and time in here, so to speak, he earned his rightful place of becoming the owner, too.
Now, as he stands in front of the garage door, he wanted the male to see how it is like working in there; all those dirty jobs in the morning and even in the afternoon is what he lives for being the rider that he is at night is quite a change in his atmosphere and he didn't want anything to taint that.