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He wasn't exactly lonely.
No, no, not Jinwoo. He had tons of friends. He was well-liked and smart. Life was very good and treated him very well.
So it wasn't that he was lonely, it was just that he was tired of Bin and Dongmin making stupid heart eyes and kissy faces and just being the most adorable couple he had ever known in his entire life. He swore that he would never have to watch another cute animal video on Youtube again because Bin and Dongmin filled his cravings for sweetness. And he was so happy for them, he really was, but whenever they hugged or bumped foreheads or held hands or told cheesy, inside jokes, Jinwoo would feel this ugly, burning jealousy rise up in his heart.
He tried pushing it aside, but it was so difficult when all he imagined was himself in that situation.
Minhyuk had told him there were probably thousands of people who wanted to date him, but Jinwoo had been waiting for at least one of those thousands to show up, and no one had just yet. He was destined to be alone, and he would whine as much as possible to Minhyuk, who would simply roll his eyes and respond, “You're only twenty. Most people older than you don't have anyone just yet.”
And that was true, and Minhyuk was his friend and made sure he wasn't lonely, but he couldn't make stupid heart eyes and kissy faces at Minhyuk on account that he would never date Minhyuk.
So he wasn't lonely. He was just tired of being alone.
Which was why Friday night saw him at his dorm, alone. Dongmin was on a date with Bin, and Minhyuk was busy doing something with his family and Sanha (“Why do you invite Sanha and not me?” Jinwoo had complained, and he pretended like he didn't see Minhyuk's blush, the little bastard).
Jinwoo watched television for as long as he could take it (about forty-five minutes) before realizing that he was hungry and had no food in his fridge, as per tradition with college students (he had money, too – he just wanted to experience the lonely pangs of college hunger, apparently).
Fortunately, the pizza delivery place nearby always had delicious, hot pizza and good deals, and so he ordered a medium pizza to be brought to his dorm. He was almost done confirming his payment when he took a pause at the Any comments? section of the order. He never had any comments or special requests. As long as they delivered pizza on time, he didn't care what the hell they did to get it to him.
Did they even read this section?
He instantly decided that since he would never read it, they probably wouldn't have, either. “Any comments?” he mumbled to himself, then began typing. Send your cutest pizza deliveryman. <3 <3 <3 <3.
Maybe the hearts were too much, but they wouldn't even be reading it, so he quickly hit the send button before he could take anything back.
Even if there was no cute deliveryman bringing him greasy pepperoni pizza, at least there was always greasy pepperoni pizza.
Jinwoo only had to wait half an hour before the pizza arrived, which he actually found pretty darn quick. For an area with loads of college students throwing parties or cramming in some reading, Jinwoo was lucky to get his medium pizza when he did.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked over to the door, then glanced down at his attire. Sweatpants and a baggy hoodie and his glasses. Damn. If they had sent a cute deliveryman, he certainly wasn't going to be making a great first impression, was he?
No matter. They hadn't even read the comment box, so Jinwoo shrugged to himself and opened his door.
Scratch that. They had read the comment box. Jinwoo's mouth went dry and he stared in alarm at the short kid in front of him.
The pizza deliveryman must have been the cutest pizza deliveryman in the entire world, what with his curly brown hair and inquisitive eyes. The red and white delivery outfit really didn't do much to take Jinwoo's mind away from how handsome this guy was, either, and that cap on top of the boy's head made him look extra precious.
“Um...” The deliveryman looked down at the pizza in his hands, where Jinwoo's address was listed on top. “This is weird.”
“What's weird?” He really should have dressed better.
“I thought I was delivering to a girl,” the deliveryman responded, shifting the pizza around in his hands.
That was weird, and Jinwoo blinked. “Why did you think that?”
“Oh, the comment box. Whoever filled it out for you said a cute deliveryman.”
Jinwoo slowly nodded his head.
“Um...with lots of hearts,” the deliveryman added. “Like, real girly-like. So we assumed it was a girl.” Jinwoo was still nodding, and the deliveryman was looking nervous. “Is there a girl here, then?”
“No. No, just me. I have money for it, too.”
The deliveryman stared for a few more seconds before shrugging. He pulled one hand away from the pizza to grab the receipt in his breast pocket. “Can you sign here for the delivery, then?”
Jinwoo took his time signing, scanning the receipt for any sign of a name for his cute deliveryman. Luckily, it wasn't too hard to find. “Kim Myungjun?”
“How'd you know my name?” Myungjun – and it was Myungjun, thankfully, and not some random name Jinwoo was spouting off – asked.
“It's listed on the receipt. My name's Jinwoo, in case you wanted to know.”
Myungjun was staring at Jinwoo with more confusion and worry than Jinwoo had seen from anyone in a long time. And that was including those instances where he'd trip over his own feet and Dongmin would look over at him. Jinwoo was pretty sure he was screwing up this meeting very badly, and he berated himself for ever even looking at that stupid comment box.
“Just for the record, I didn't think anyone would read my comment,” he tried to clarify, just so Myungjun wouldn't be giving him that look. “So I added in the hearts for shits and giggles.”
It didn't seem to make anything better. “But you still wanted a cute deliveryman?”
“Don't judge me. All my friends left me alone on a Friday night and the only companion I have now is pizza.” Jinwoo huffed and began going through his wallet to pull out the correct amount he would have to pay. “Just wanted a cute deliveryman to come by and cheer me up.”
As Jinwoo counted the change, Myungjun continued to stare, and it was actually getting unnerving. Before Jinwoo could mention it, though, Myungjun said, “Sorry.”
“For what?” Jinwoo held the change in his hand, but he wasn't about to hand it over until he learned why Myungjun was suddenly apologizing.
“For, uh...not really being a cute deliveryman.” Myungjun smiled, and Jinwoo felt his heart melting. How could someone have such a bright, warming smile? How could this one smile from a pizza deliveryman be clearing away all of Jinwoo's loneliness? “They just sent me because they said all the cute ones were already on deliveries.”
Jinwoo had to take a few seconds to process that. “So they sent you because they said you're not cute?”
Myungjun snorted, though the smile was still on his face. “I guess. I think it's my height, but it's nice to meet another guy who's as vertically-challenged as I am.”
Jinwoo would have taken offense to that if he didn't think Myungjun was the most adorable person he had ever met in his entire life. He would gladly continue to be insulted if it meant Myungjun could hang around for a little bit longer. “I think you're the cutest deliveryman they have.” The smile was gone then and Myungjun was turning red, so Jinwoo hurried to continue. “Trust me, I get pizza from you guys a lot. Everyone's nice, but they've never sent me anyone as cute as you.”
“Well, uh, I'm new there, so that might be part of it.” Myungjun was stammering now, and he suddenly thrust the pizza box toward Jinwoo. “I'm busy. You should take this and, um, just pay me, and I can go on to my next delivery.”
Jinwoo didn't want it to end so quickly, but he understood that Myungjun had a job to complete. He couldn't take up all of his time just because he was a little smitten. “So do you always work there on Friday evenings?”
“I said I'm new,” Myungjun repeated. “But most of the other guys have stuff to do on Fridays, so I might be.” He didn't look too pleased at that.
“All of my friends do stuff on Fridays, too. So I'll probably be ordering pizza on Friday evenings.” Jinwoo handed over the change and took the pizza box from Myungjun's hands. “So if I keep requesting that they send their cutest pizza deliveryman, will they keep sending you?”
He could tell that Myungjun was getting flustered. The boy started to count the change, seemingly trying to find some way to get out of this, before blurting, “I think they will, but you have to put the four hearts.”
“Four hearts?”
Myungjun glanced up at Jinwoo, and despite how nervous he must have been, he smiled again. “Your girly hearts. The four hearts at the end of the comment box.” And then he made a finger heart to Jinwoo. “Just so I know it's you.”
It was honestly one of the cutest things Jinwoo had seen or heard, and that's coming from someone who hung out all the time with Dongmin and Bin. His heart swelled up and he eagerly nodded his head. “Next Friday, then! I'll order pizza, so make sure you're working!”
“Don't have anything better to do,” Myungjun said, and he pocketed the change. “Um...see you Friday, Jinwoo.” He gave a short wave, then hurried away from Jinwoo's door.
Jinwoo held onto the warm pizza box as he watched the cutest deliveryman in the entire world scurry back to his car.
He was going to have to start exercising a lot more if pizza was going to be his only food source now.