Healer (A Chanyeol Short Story)

Chapter 2 - Delivery

The next morning, her alarm clock went off as it did every morning, exactly at six o'clock am. She reached over onto her nightstand and turned the alarm off, groggily sitting up. The pain from last night was gone, but she was still exhausted and a little weak. She got up and got ready for her most dreaded job: chicken delivery.

She worked the chicken delivery three out of seven days a week, one day going there, and the other going to the cafe with Sunday off. That was her usual weekly routine.

By the time she made it out to the kitchen, her dad was there once again with a pencil in his hand, glasses slid down to the tip of his nose, and his eyes focused on the dark lettering on the page. This time, she wasn't in the mood to greet him and just headed off silently out the door and to her job. When she made it to the place, she walked in and made her way to the back to collect her deliveries.

"Today's a busy day so you'll need to hurry back, you hear? I have fifteen deliveries to start you off with and I'll double it once you come back. You can handle that, right?" the assistant manager said.

Nari wanted so badly to just scream at him and tell him it was too much, but instead she politely smiled. "I can handle it."

He nodded and gave her the list of addresses and boxes filled with chicken deliveries. She struggled to carry them all outside to where her scooter was but succeeded in tying them all down. She put on her helmet and rode off to the locations.

On her tenth delivery, it was already almost noon. She approached the gate of the house, admiring how big the house was and how fancy it looked. She searched around for the button so they could open the gates for her and pressed it.

"Chicken delivery!" she announced, taking her hand off the button and waiting patiently for a response.

The woman's voice spoke through the speakers. "One moment please."

Soon after that, the gates had opened and allowed her to go through. She drove her scooter into the lot of the house, parking the scooter and taking off her helmet. She sat it down and picked up the chicken box, walking to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited patiently, looking around as she waited.

Not too long after ringing the bell the door opened, revealing a thin, brunette-haired woman.

She looked down at Nari and smiled. "Please come in. I just did my nails and they're still wet." she said, putting her hands out and showing her newly painted rose pink nails.

Nari nodded and walked inside as the woman moved to the side to let her in. She made her way down the hall slowly, looking around as she did so. The woman led Nari to the kitchen but before she could set down the chicken, she heard someone walk in. She turned to see who it was and to her surprise, it was the drunk man from last night. Her, as well as the man's, eyes widened and she quickly turned her head away.

"Hey, you're the girl from last night!" he said, pointing at her with disbelief on his face.

Nari nervously shook her head without looking at him, setting the chicken on the counter. "I-I believe you're mistaken."

The man shuffled over to Nari and grabbed her arm, turning her around to face him. He recognized those worried brown eyes he saw looking down at him yesterday as he writhed in pain. He couldn't stop thinking about what she did yesterday, causing him to have an even worse hangover headache than he would have. He couldn't process it. It made no sense to him.

"What did you do to me yesterday?" he questioned roughly, almost as if he was angry.

Nari looked up at him worriedly, trying to pull her arm out of his grip. "I don't know what you're talking about. Please let go of me." she asked calmly, avoiding eye contact.