Angels Will Protect Us | SOPE

3: What's Your Problem?

Before you can even respond to any of that the doorbell shrills all of a sudden. You startle in your seat, looking apprehensively towards the door.

Who now? More people? The landlord? Or maybe it was their friends? Whoever was at the door, you weren't sure you wanted to answer it. You also didn't know how you were going to explain the fact that you'd let these two strange men into your home, especially when they seemed so uncoordinated and frankly, like enemies. 

Looking at them uncertainly, not wanting to leave them alone in the living room you hasten to the door, shooting back glimpses every now and them as if you expected them to steal something when you were not looking. 

However, when you open the door you find an unfamiliar face, one that you'd forgotten you were supposed to meet in short of thirty minutes. 

"Pizza delivery?" a cute looking man at the door asks, holding a pizza box. His hair long and curvy and a jaw muscular and set defines the usual pizza boy that shows up when you order and each tine you can't help thinking this man should be in music.

"Oh shit yeah..." You fumble in your pocket for cash pulling out all the bills you had, almost regretting ordering the pizza now because you were literally scraping your wallet clean. Fishing into all of your pockets, you desperately hope to come across some money, any amount that you can contribute. The pizza delivery man waits patiently, yet the raised eyebrow on his face was an unmistakeable look of judgement. 

Just then a voice over you shoulder causes you to jump. "Barely three dollars... that's not going to be enough."

Goosebumps travel down your neck and the hair at the back rises as you turn to the left in bewilderment to see Yoongi's face close behind you, peering over you shoulder to look at the spare cash in your hand. 

"It's okay, it's okay we can think about this," Hoseok says, coming to rest his chin on your right shoulder. "Wait, he comes here often right? We always order from this place. Ask him if you can pay later...and say it really nicely."

"And what if he says no?" Yoongi scoffs, eyes moving from the money to the mouthwatering pizza box in the delivery boy's hand. "Who cares just snatch the pizza and shut the door."

The delivery man's grip on the pizza gets tighter at that as he raises his eyes to look at Yoongi a little bewildered. He seemed intimidated as well by the fact that two men had literally showed up out of nowhere and were now hovering behind you. That disturbed you as well. You move forward, a little away from them trying to shake off the spooky feeling that was coming over you. What was even happening? 

"Uhm..." You begin slowly absolutely bewildered by how they were just commenting on the delivery man on either side of you while he was right in front of you. He looks unsurely at the them. 

 "Is it alright I pay later?" you take up Hoseok's idea, embarrassed. " I'm a bit short on change right now..."

"You'll have to pay now, miss."

"What a bitch," Yoongi mumbles. You freeze, eyes shooting up to see the delivery man's response. He looks right at Yoongi, clearly offended and now deeply confused about what was going on. He opens his mouth to say something but deciding against it, probably because of the stony, threatening look on Yoongi's face. 

You fondle the cash in your hand, not sure what to do now. Were you just going to have to close the door? 

Suddenly you feel someone's hand on your ass. Flinching, you feel Hoseok's hand slip something into the back pocket of your jeans. You immediately move your hand to your butt to find a few extra dollar bills placed into the pockets behind. Fishing them out, you find that you have just enough.