Stuck

Of course it's fucking raining.

Of fucking course.

You hated your job working in late night food delivery, but it helped pay the bills. It was close to midnight and this was probably going to be your last delivery if it didn’t stop raining.

Who wants to drive around a delivery scooter in the rain? Not you. Yeah, you're wearing a huge rain coat but it didn’t help keep the rain off your face when driving around. Mom was right, you should’ve bought those dumb fucking goggles for nights like tonight.

The fried chicken restaurant you were picking the order up from smelled incredible. Definitely going to come back here and get something after dropping this off. You grab the order off the counter and then look at your phone to see where you were supposed to take it.

Starship Entertainment Headquarters Floor 7

WHAT?

You read it again.

Starship Entertainment Headquarters Floor 7

That’s IVE’s company. What if they placed the order? They have a World Tour coming up, they might be there this late.

Your brain is going a million miles a minute as you stand there in the restaurant with the bag of chicken in your hand.

There’s no one else that would be in that building this late working, right? What if you actually get to meet Leeseo, your bias, even though you always act like you’re not into K-Pop at all. What do you even say to her when you hand her a bag of fried chicken? She’ll think you look like shit, you have helmet hair. You’re all wet too, she wouldn’t even give you the time of day.

“Sir?”

But what if she does say something to you? What then? God she’s so fucking hot. That ass? NEED NEED NEED that. The things you would do to be that lucky. Hey, you might be lucky enough to see it in person if it is her food. What if you pass out from that? You’ll look like an idiot. Or she’ll help you out after you faint and ask if you want to stay for a bit until you feel better. And then that could lead to who knows what?

Your mind then goes to 50 different dream scenarios you’ve read from fanfics.

“Sir, is something wrong?” It’s the manager of the restaurant. He’s made his way over to check on you since you’re just standing in the middle of the dining area. The question breaks you out of your frantic daydreaming.

“What?” You look around realizing everyone in the restaurant is now looking at you.

“Did we forget something in your order sir? Is that why you’re just standing here in the middle of the restaurant?”

You look down at the bag in your hand as you land back into reality. “Oh. Uhhhh… no, you didn’t forget anything. Sorry… I… I was just seeing where I needed to take this, I didn’t want to do that out in the rain.”

“Completely understandable sir.”

“Uhhh… how late are you guys open?” you say, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“3am.”

“Awesome, I’ll definitely be back after I drop this off. It smells too good and it’s making me hungry. Sorry again for freaking you out.”

“No problem at all sir. Looking forward to seeing you back here soon. Stay dry!”

You walk towards the door, realizing as you walk that daydreaming about Leeseo has made you rock hard. So yes, you were standing there in the middle of the restaurant fantasizing about Leeseo with a huge bulge in your pants. That’s probably why everyone was staring at you. Why are you so fucking weird and plan out fake scenarios in your head all of the fucking time? Your friends are right, you are like Ross Geller and Ted Mosby. BLAH, why can’t you just be normal?

Back out in the rain again, you put the food in the insulated box on the tail of your scooter and put your helmet back on before making your way to Starship. Thankfully there was hardly any traffic this late at night, but the weather was taking a turn for the worse. The rain had turned into a downpour and the lightning had become almost nonstop. It wasn’t supposed to storm THIS BAD, was it?

As you pull up to the headquarters of Starship Entertainment, you hope that maybe they might let you stay in the lobby until the storm passes. It would not be smart to go back out there in these conditions. Plus, you were sick of being drenched. Even if waiting in the lobby meant delaying getting some of that fried chicken for yourself, it was worth it to stay dry. At least it’s open until three, storm should be long gone by then. You park your scooter underneath the building’s overhang, grab the bag of food, and go inside.

Strangely enough, the receptionist is the only person in the lobby, there’s not even security. It is pretty late.

The receptionist looks up from her computer, “Hey, how can I help you tonight? Here to deliver something?”

“Yeah.” You hold the bag of fried chicken out. “I have a food delivery for someone on the 7th floor.”

“Oh, well we usually have runners take food up but since I’m the only one down here tonight, you can take it up there yourself.” She’s only paying half attention to you as she goes back to looking at her computer.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can trust you to not do anything stupid right?”

“Of course,” you say with absolutely zero confidence.

“Well, just take that elevator over there.” She half-heartedly points to the lone elevator at the far end of the lobby. “There should be a desk right when you exit the elevator onto the 7th floor you can put the food on. I’ll call up so they know you’re coming.”

“Who is they?” you word vomit out. You shouldn’t be asking that, who cares? Just do your job.

She looks up from her computer with a quizzical look on her face, “Does it matter? Just take the food up there.”

The lights flicker thanks to the storm outside.

“You’re uh… you’re right, it doesn’t. I’ll go… uhh… I’ll go do that now.” You’re so fucking awkward.

The doors to the elevator immediately open when you press the button to call it. You walk in and just as you’re about to press the button for the 7th floor you hear a voice, a cute voice, call out.

“Wait wait wait, please hold the elevator.”

You stick your arm out to keep the doors from closing as the person with the cute voice rushes in.

It’s Wonyoung.

THE JANG WONYOUNG. She has her hair up in a messy bun and is wearing a plain white t-shirt with jeans.

You feel your brain go into meltdown as the realization sets in. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?. That’s THE Wonyoung, in the flesh and she’s now in the same elevator as you.

She looks at you and gives you a polite smile. “Thanks for holding the door.”

“YUP, NO PROBLEM,” you say way too loud. So fucking awkward, just one time can you not be awkward? You press the button for the 7th floor. “What floor are you going to?” your voice cracks halfway through. WHY GOD, why?

“I’m going to the 7th as well. What are you here for?”

The doors close and the elevator begins its ascent.

“Here to deliver some fried chicken to someone.” You hold the bag out to show her. Why are you holding the bag out like you’re some kid at show and tell? She can clearly see it already.