pizza boy | hwang hyunjin

03

slouching in defeat, i pouted with a loud sigh. i sat at my breakfast bar, scrolling through my phone, patiently waiting for my pizza. i say patiently, but what i really mean is trying to savor as much time as i can before i embarrass myself in front of the cute delivery boy.

hearing the doorbell ring and his shout, "pizza delivery," my lungs nearly collapsed and i gasped. rushing out of the kitchen, i checked myself in the mirror on the wall, making sure i looked decent and pulled open the door.

"hey!" i grinned but winced when i realised i probably sounded too eager.

"hey," hyunjin trailed off, the side of his lips quirking up into a half smile. oh god, why did he have to be so cute? especially wearing the delivery hat. "it'll be-"

"$7.97, i know... it's my usual order," i eyed the box hungrily before shooting hyunjin a quick smile.

"you order from the pizzeria often?" hyunjin rubbed the back of his neck, handing me the box with his free hand.

was this his way of saying, 'you come here often?' because i hoped so.

"hm? oh yeah. the workers there, your coworkers, i mean- well, the ones our age, at least- are my friends and give me tons of discounts," i blurted, shrugging my shoulders.

"ah, so you're y/n, right?" hyunjin asked, taking the money carefully out of my hands.

hE KNEW MY NAME????

"uh, yeah. how'd you know?" i asked, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"the guys talk about you a bunch. and that first time i delivered pizza here, they asked if we met."

"oh," i mumbled, feeling my heart fall in my chest. i didn't think that the boys would ask about me, especially after i practically said hi, paid and then proceeded to shut the door on him so quickly. normally, i would've made small talk but i, whenever nervous or embarrassed, ran out of conversations as quickly as possible.

"don't worry! i didn't tell them you were rude or anything since we didn't talk much. i just said you looked.... comfortable."

"comfortable?" i raised my eyebrows and widened my eyes in horror. oh god, he does think i'm a lazy bum.

"you know, with the whole blanket covering you like a cute eskimo thing," he shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets.

did he just-

did he call me cute?

"oh," was all i replied, clutching my arm with the opposite hand.

"they think you're great, by the way. the way they talk to you, it's like you're some sort of goddess in their lives."

grinning at his statement, i exclaimed with a clap of my hands, "it was about time they admitted it!"

laughing at me, hyunjin's eyes squinted and i swore to my pizza that my heart stopped.

how can one be so handsome?

it really isn't fair.

"well, i gotta go deliver the rest of these pizzas. i'm hyunjin by the way."

"it was nice meeting you, hyunjin," i nearly swooned as i watched him descend my porch steps.

"you too, y/n."