ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Delivery for Park Hyun—"

"There he is! Get him!"

Wonwoo had seen it all. He's probably worked every part-time job in the world, and at this point, he isn't fazed by what others might do to him—no matter how odd or weird it may be.

Being tackled to the ground by a huge, muscular man? That was a first though.

He's now on the ground, both arms pinned behind his back as a heavy man sits on top of him, pressing him into the carpeted floor.

"What the hell? Get off of me!" Wonwoo definitely thought he was going to die at that moment. The weight of the man was cutting off his circulation, and he could feel his arms and legs growing numb with each passing second.

"As if we're just going to let go of a crazy sasaeng."

"A what now?"

"Don't play dumb stalker, we know it's you. Nice try."

Wonwoo was seriously about to lose it. This delivery gig was his third job of the day. He wasn't supposed to work this shift, but his friend begged him to cover for him. And now, here he was—sat on by a muscular man, being accused of being some crazy fan.

"I don't even know you guys. Please, I'm dying here." He tried to lift his head, hoping to meet someone's gaze and prove he was being sincere. But his neck could only stretch so far, and he collapsed back, smashing his face into the floor, breathless after straining his neck like that.

"Yeah, right. No one in here would be crazy enough to order anything from a stupid—"

"Hey, it says on my phone here that my package just arrived."

Everyone turned to the blonde man who had just walked into the room, one hand on his phone and the other holding a corndog.

He quickly scanned the room, confused by the strange tension and, of course, why one of his members was sitting on some stranger.

"Are you my delivery man?" The man pointed to Wonwoo, who was, by this point, turning red. His face was wincing in pain as the man on top of him relentlessly shifted his weight, making sure to increase Wonwoo's discomfort with every movement.

"Are you Park Hyunshik, sir?" Wonwoo asks, trying to push his thoughts away from the ridiculous situation he's in. He desperately wants to run away from this place, especially from the man still sitting on top of him.

"Yep, that's me," he said cheerfully, noticing Wonwoo being sat on but not really minding it much as he took a bite of his corndog.

"Then yes, I have your package right here." Wonwoo tried to squirm, but he couldn't really move.

"Hoshi...did you seriously just order something online and put the address for the concert hall?" the man sitting on Wonwoo asked the blonde.

"What? It was an emergency. I ran out of boxers." he replied, casually going around Wonwoo's limp body to pick up the box right by his foot.

The man finally stood up off of him. Wonwoo took a deep breath, offering a silent prayer to the heavens for allowing him to breathe again.

He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as his lungs worked to inhale as much oxygen as they could after being squeezed like that for a few minutes.

"Shit...what the fuck did I just walk into?" Wonwoo mumbled to himself, his body still weak from all the chaos he'd just gone through.

The man stood there by Wonwoo's body, looking very apologetic. His bulky frame fidgeted, trying to find the right words to apologize.