Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

pizza boy ; bang chan

I made the name up of the pizza house in case you guys are wondering ✌

third person

genre: fluff

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"Pizza Bites calling, how may I help you?" a sweet feminine voice greeted (Y/N) on the phone, wearing an oversized hoodie and cuddled up in her thick blankets.

"One large ham and cheese pizza, please. And two large Cokes, two large fries and a spaghetti." she said and began taking out her money from the jar underneath her coffee table for payment.

"Alright miss. Where will we deliver your orders?" (Y/N) told the woman her address before hanging up.

She continued watching her favorite drama series, and waited for the pizza. Surely it won't take long, right?

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An hour had passed and (Y/N) had expected to see an empty pizza box laying on the fuzzy grey carpet of the floor, two empty paper cups, and half finished fries, but guess what? Tables have turned. Her order hasn't arrived yet, and she's starving as well.

Huffing irritatingly, she grabbed her phone from the other side of the couch she was perched on, and was about to dial the number of the pizza house when she heard about five frantic knocks on her front door.

"Coming!" she shouted and speed-walked to the door, cursing herself for forgetting one of her bunny slippers.

Upon opening the door, she saw a guy in a Pizza Bites uniform, and she couldn't help but smile and admire his features. Sharp eyes, defined nose, fluffy cheeks that seemed so soft to touch and plump cherry lips.

Gorgeous.

And don't forget the dimples appearing on the sides of his cheek whenever he smiles.

I'm a sucker for dimples.

The delivery boy smiled sheepishly and shyly handed her the box of pizza along with a paper bag she presumes temporarily houses her drinks and sides. With that action, she accidentally brushes her fingers against his.

"Thanks, there's my payment," she nodded towards the coffee table in the living room as she silently cursed herself for not bringing the money with her.

"Uh, it's on the house, miss. It's late, so it's free," he bowed, apologizing. "I'm very sorry for the delay."

She smiled., "It's alright."

He scratched the back of his neck and reached into his back pocket, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling something really quick on it afterwards.

"Here's the receipt, miss...?" he said quietly, she almost didn't hear him.

"(Y/N). My name's (Y/N)." she said, smiling.

"Miss (Y/N)." he says softly, as if he was testing the way her name coming out from his lips. He smiled.

"I'm Chan, but you can also call me Chris," he said, extending his hand out.

(Y/N) shrugged, nodding at the pizza boxes, "I don't think I'll be able to shake your hand, but it's nice to meet you, Chris." she said, giggling.

Chan laughed as well, before pointing to his scooter, "As much as I hate to, but I have to get going. See you later, (Y/N)." he winked before walking to his motorcycle, revving up the engine.

He turned his head to look at her, shooting her a smile. She giggled once more before she watch him speed away.

Once he was out of her sight, (Y/N) sighed and closed her front door. She walked to the living room and placed down all her food. She was about to open the box when she sat down on the couch, looking at the receipt Chan had gave her.

It is a receipt, but there was something else written at the back, in a messy handwriting which (Y/N) found adorable, remembering the way how Chan hastily gave her the same paper.

Here's my number - 010-***-****
Call me if you need another pizza guy xx
- 크리스

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