delivery girl

Ch.50

(Y/N) was nostalgic tonight, and she hated being Nostalgic. It was probably Zack causing this. Fuckin' Zack, bringing back memories and shit.

On nights like this, (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to cook for even herself, never mind for anybody else. Luckily, she was home alone tonight, so she could indulge in a dinner of ice cream and soju while sat on the couch.

She flicked on a lighthearted drama to try and distract herself, even though she knew that he wouldn't be able to focus on it. God, she hated nights like this.

While some girl on the TV was deciding which man to choose, (Y/N) was stuck with memories, some of which she tries to repress, coming back up against her will. And trying to drink her feelings away.

While it was lovely having Zack back in her life, it had been a while since he made an attempt to even acknowledge her existence. The last time he had shown that he cared for her must have been during the whole cult extravaganza.

After that? Nothing.

She didn't even have a family after she came home. She remembers walking into her house and smelling the blood before she saw it, leaning against the wall was her mother's b-

(Y/N) jumped when there was a knock on the door, sitting up and growing rigid. God, thinking about that still made her paranoid.

As nice as some company would be right now, she really hoped it wasn't Huo. She knew that if he came around right now that he'd be looking for help on a job, and she couldn't bring herself to work right now.

The person at the door knocked again and (Y/N) decided not to just wait until her visitor left. She pulled herself off of the couch with a sigh and went to the door and pulled it open.

She frowned when nobody was in front of the door and peaked her head out to look up at down the street. There was only one person on the street, clad in an expensive jacket with a familiar head of hair.

"I- Jay?"

He stopped walking, his shoulders tensing up.

"What're you doing here?"

He reluctantly turned around to face (Y/N). He stared in a moment, taking in the usually proud girl's vulnerable state. Her hair was more disheveled than usual due to running her fingers through it, her cheeks glowing red with alcohol, and her baggy pajamas made her look frail.

He shrugged.

"Well, did you want to come in or something? This isn't the best area for a late night stroll..."

Jay shook his head and tried to refuse, assuming that if she didn't answer the door she probably didn't want him there.

(Y/N) sighed again.

"Would you just come in? You're gonna get jumped, walking around dressed like that."

Jay pressed his lips into a thin line and made no motions to move closer to the apartment.

"Please? Or at least until somebody comes to pick you up."

He finally began walking towards the apartment and (Y/N) stepped to the side to let him in.

"You've been here before so you should know where everything is. I'll be on the couch if you need me."

Jay nodded and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a worn out armchair. He walked into the kitchen to help himself to a glass of water, and couldn't find a cup.

He didn't want to bother (Y/N), she seemed busy staring at the ceiling, so he took it upon himself to find one himself.

In his searches he found a concerning lack of snacks, a drawer filled with old phones and finally a cup.