D⃣e⃣l⃣i⃣v⃣e⃣r⃣y⃣! ~ suchen one-shot

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Im back with another little short story that I just wanted to post right quick. I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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D⃣e⃣l⃣i⃣v⃣e⃣r⃣y⃣!

It was 2 am and tissues littered Junmyeon’s apartment. Again.

He hated how he always got like this after a break up. Each time a relationship of his went into flames, he’d always end up a sobbing tissue mess. Sleeping wasn’t an option either, because then he’d end up dreaming of one of his several exes.

He wasn’t a playboy, oh no. Far from it, actually. Junmyeon just wanted to find someone that could fit his “perfect partner” role in life. He would try it with anyone he felt any form of attraction to. The more he tried, the longer his list of exes got.

And did he have a lot of exes. Each one of them had a reason to leave, too. Minseok said he was too stiff. Baekhyun said he lacked humor. Sehun just lost the feeling after a month or so. Jongin fell harder for someone else.

And then there was Chanyeol.

Oh, Chanyeol was his favorite. Junmyeon smiled a little as he thought about him. Chanyeol was perfect. Always motivating Jun to do his best. Giving him hugs, even without asking for them. Cuddling late into the night, Chanyeol whispering soft “I love you”s to him, Junmyeon fitting so well in his arms.

It was perfect. It really was.

“What happened?” Junmyeon mumbled to himself.

What did happen? What was the reason to end such a beautiful relationship?

Junmyeon balled a a wet tissue into his fist. He clenched his teeth as he ed the text that he got this very morning.

We’re done.

That was it. Junmyeon had to rush home from work only to find absolutely no trace of him. No clothes. No work papers. No anything.

So there was no reason. No reason at all. Junmyeon had played with his heart again, and he became the loser. Again.

Suddenly, his stomach growled, disrupting the aching silence. He was hungry, yes, but he didn’t have any motivation to make anything.

He decided to ignore it; it wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t starving so he guessed it was alright. So, from the dirty, tissue-ridden floor, Junmyeon got up and sleepily waddled to his messy bed.

Even with the covers, he still felt cold and lonely.

His eyes fluttered, and off to dream land he-

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Junmyeon shot up. That was the door. Someone was knocking on the door.

Someone is at the door!

He raced to it. There was a small piece of hope as he bolted out of the bed. That small hope grew as he bumped into a table in the living room.

He actually came back! He came back! He came-

“Quicky Picky Pizza- Hey are you okay Sir?”

It was a pizza boy. A pizza boy at the door. Not Chanyeol. Junmyeon just stared and didn’t answer. All of that hope just crumbled and died in a matter of seconds.

“Sir?” The pizza boy asked again. Junmyeon wished he’d just shut up. “Did you order a-“

“WHY THE HELL WOULD I ORDER A PIZZA AT TWO IN THE MORNING?!” Junmyeon snapped.

The pizza boy swallowed. Gripping his pizza box tighter, he shakily stated, “Sir, Quicky Picky Pizza is a twenty-four hour delivery service. You can order a pizza any time and we’ll deliver it right to you or it’s-“

“Guess what?” Junmyeon clenched his teeth and smiled.

“What is it, sir?”

“I don’t care.” And Junmyeon slams the door in the poor pizza boy’s face.

He stomped back to his room and got back into the cold, lonely covers. His eyes started to water under those sheets he used to share.

Why did I even think he would want to-

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Are you freaking serious?” Junmyeon grumbled as he marched back to the front door. He yanked it open and yelled a, “What now?”

“Do you still want your pizza, sir?”

Junmyeon’s eye twitched. Then he inhaled, and exhaled a long, tired sigh.

“Yes I do.” He plastered a smile on his face. At this point, he was far too tired and sad and lonely to care. “You can come on it too.”

“Oh, no sir, I have to get back to-“

“Don’t worry about it, just come on in.” He pushes the sweet pizza boy inside his dark and apartment. He flicked the light on and the thousands of dirty tissues were revealed. “Take a seat on the couch.”

“Alright, sir.” The pizza boy said slowly and sat down. Junmyeon smiled and sat down with him, taking the box from his hands. “Why don’t you want me to leave, sir?”

“I’m lonely,” Junmyeon said with his mouth full of pizza. He didn’t paying for it. Nor did her ordering it. But, who cared anyway? The pizza was good. Cold, but good.

“Why, sir?” The pizza boy asked.

Junmyeon sighed. His heart stung at the question. “There are a lot of reasons, kid.” He looked at the pizza boy. His eyes were full of concern, and even though he was frowning, his lips had this natural curl. It was odd. But he liked it nonetheless.

He liked it so much, that he spilled. Junmyeon told that pizza boy everything. How he has five whole exes in the span of three months. How Chanyeol was his longest relationship. How Chanyeol broke his heart that very morning. How Junmyeon saw himself as a complete and total loser.

Everything.

Junmyeon didn’t notice that his vision started to get more and more blurry as he talked. He also didn’t notice the pizza boy wipe his eyes. But he did hear the pizza boy say, “You’re not a loser, sir. You bought Quicky Picky Pizza, and that makes you a winner.”

Junmyeon smiled. The pizza boy’s lips curled into a comforting smile back. “Thanks, kid.” Junmyeon said. “Thanks for listening.”

“My name is Jongdae, sir.”

“Sir is too old, call me Junmyeon.”

“Okay, Mr. Junmyeon.” Junmyeon liked the sound of that. He also liked the way Jongdae said it.

Maybe he liked Jongdae. Maybe he liked him a lot.

“Stay.”

“Alright.” Junmyeon was relieved that Jongdae didn’t argue.

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Well, was it nice? I sure hope so ‘:)

I’ll see y’all on the flip side okay~?

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