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#7 Jung Chanwoo

Working part-time is hard. At least, to you, a member of the delivery crew. Worse still, your shift is around midnight. But you have come to accept your fate and learned to enjoy your shift. Hey, at least you don't have to deal with traffic jam or rushing calls. Most of the times, it is just one or two deliveries here or there, somewhere in the neighbourhood. It is school holiday, so you take up this job to get more pocket money. In the morning till noon, you help out at your family's coffee shop, which is located not so far away. Everything is usually great.

Not today. Some idiots who live on the other side of the city have decided to call up your workplace (a fast food restaurant) to order 7 pizzas; "Seriously, having pizza at midnight, good luck to your tummy, kids!", you grumpily whisper to yourself.
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You have been ringing the doorbell for a good ten minutes, still, no one is answering. Checking the address again and again, it is certain that there can only be this apartment that suits the description. You have decided to leave, go back to your shop and declare that it might have been a prank, when the door suddenly opens, a tall (indeed, very tall) guy in pyjamas with messy hair appears, obviously not in the mood for pizza. You confirm your thought. However, something makes you feel like maybe this dude is really the one ordering 7 pizzas:
"Hi, may I know if you are Mr Jung? I'm here to deliver your pizzas"
The guy signs, real loud, expressing his total disappointment. He then mumbles:
"You might as well don't come if you take 30 minutes. I'm no longer hungry anyway", he pouts.
HE. POUTS.
You frown, that will definitely be cute, if he is not sleepy, angry, and the weather is not freezing.
"Welp, so sorry but you know, not like we would ever advise someone living at the far end of the city to call us, knowing we locating at the opposite side of this *small* city. Are you taking them?", you mock, holding up the pizzas.
He then grudgingly takes the pizzas and puts them down on the sofa near there, then comes back to the door.
You hold up your hands, "Payment, please, sir"
Then, right then, he pulls you into a hug.
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You startle, this is so... awkward.
You poke him in the arm;
"Hey, Mr Jung, hey",
He has, of course, fallen asleep, still hugging you. You look around uncomfortably, scared that anyone might see this scene. Leaving with no choice, you start pulling, pushing, struggling to get him into his house, all the times carefully not to wake him up. For unknown reasons, he seems like he needs some serious sleep. After settling him down on the sofa, putting aside the pizzas on the table in front, you straighten your back, feeling your whole body aching.
You look around, he is home alone, in this big apartment. Some papers on the tea table in the living room scribbled with soulless words, "Chanwoo, mom and dad are to be on a business trip this month as well, take care."
So his name is Chanwoo, Jung Chanwoo, such an adorable name.
No wonder there were signs of tears around his eyes, a lonely boy. He seems just around your age. You shake your head quietly and find a blanket for him.
On your way home, thinking about Chanwoo somehow makes your heart heavy. You quickly end your shift, use your own pocket money to pay for the 7 pizzas. At least, when you reach home now, your family is waiting for you.

That Chanwoo guy, he has no one, even the pizzas were delivered to him late.

You think it will just be another memory to remember about, a story of a lonely customer.

Therefore, one week later, you are astonished to see Chanwoo, wearing a simple oversize hoodie and ripped jeans, red Converse, sitting in front of you in your coffee shop. He looks better now, with his hair screwed up just nicely and the spectacles and all. Sipping a bit of coffee, he says,
"I'm here to thank you"
"How.. how did you...", you stutter, still too dazed to ask
"I asked around at the fast food restaurant", he cuts you.
"Oh..., you don't have to thank me."
You shake your head awkwardly, then you notice a smear of coffee on his lips, which makes him even more adorable,
"Hey, you have.. uh... a bit of coffee..."
"Huh? Where?", he is flustered, a dash of pink across his face.
You giggle a bit at his cuteness, he pleads, holding up a napkin in your direction,
"Could you wipe it off for me?"
You gingerly take it and wipe off the smear carefully. Chanwoo suddenly grasps your hand in the middle of the air, his face blushes even a little more,
"I thought it was just because I was lonely, but no. Maybe... I just... I mean, can we be friends? Or more than that?"
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A/N: yeah imma leave it like that for your imagination to fly away :p oh gosh oh gosh i just checked back and oh gosh typo error is everywhere