SEVENTEEN | Imagines

Jun (III)

Jun

The delivery boy was cute.

. . .

It was a late afternoon; a slow, languid afternoon that you were spending tapping away at your laptop when a loud knock interrupted the silence in your quaint office.

"Excuse me? I've got a shipment for office number 208."

You hurriedly snapped the cover of your laptop down before snatching a pen and wallet and making your way to the door. As you rounded the corner, you spotted a young man in a typical baseball cap with a large box to his side.

"Yes," you greeted the stranger, "that would be for me." You glanced down at the desktop you had ordered, ensuring that it was the model you asked for. When you lifted your face to look at the delivery boy, you were taken aback by how handsome he was. His dark eyes had some sort of magnetic force you thought, you had difficultly looking away.

"Could you sign here?" He placed a form onto the marble counter of the currently vacant front desk. You signed it swiftly before placing the pen into the breast pocket of your dress shirt. You didn't notice the way that his eyes followed the movement with obvious interest.

"Thank you," you paused, glancing at the little name tag on his vest. "Junhui."

"Just call me Jun," he chuckled, a sound that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You nodded, "So to set this up will I have to contact your company again? While I am fairly confident that I won't screw up too badly, I'd rather not take the risk."

"Yeah," Jun confirmed. "You'll have to schedule an appointment, for a fee of course. Or..."

He watched with amusement as you tilted your head slightly to the side, a puzzled expression on your adorable face. He knew it seemed silly, but you made such an oddly strong impact on him when he first saw you appear. Your untucked blouse and messy hair should've been unappealing, but all he could see was the casual and sensible air you exuded.

And you were pretty. Real pretty.

"I could set it up for you." The cheeky grin on his much too attractive face did its job of being flirty and flustering you.

However, "I'd rather not." You looked awkwardly to the side, "Um, no offence, but it'd make me feel better if a professional set it up for me."

Jun took off his hat and rested it on the counter along with the long-forgotten form. "Fair. But I'll have you know that I am, in fact, trained to do this. I was only running errands since our delivery boy called in sick. But I didn't expect that someone would assume that I didn't have the skill required for such a small task."

Your cheeks reddened. "Really?" But your gaze still seemed a little skeptical as you studied the male in front of you. "There really won't be any issues if you set it up? But what if it breaks down?"

He shrugged, trying very hard not to betray anything as he replied, "Just give me a call if you have any problems, I guarantee I'll fix it." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a business card before passing it to you.

You glanced at the little description under his name and was relieved to see that it did say IT. Feeling slightly more confident that Jun could do what he claimed, you tucked it into your pocket with your pen.

A little smirk was on Jun's lips as he watched you. "So, what do you say?"

To your better judgement, you found yourself nodding in agreement, "Alright, you've convinced me."