"Not everything is as it seems"

Jimin never liked his boring job. And the old, plump boss, doesn't make his work easy, giving him distant-deliveries. He is still in college and work as part timer to pay the minor bills while his parents covers the rent of studio.

He didn't like the fact that he is still dependent on his parents but his father collected big fortune from his business and truly adores his only son, so it doesn't feel like ripping off. And it's not like Jimin could pay for high rent as well as dance classes from the minimum wages.

"That's a pretty far delivery" his co-worker Jackson commented while casually wrapping his arms around him. They had joined together for the job but it's notable that only Jimin is mistreated.

"Tell me something that I don't know" he humoured.

"Well! you are short!" the taller mocked and patted his butt in adoration, finally taking his leave.

"Ha ha ha! You are so funny" Jimin feigned laughed at the retreated figure. He is not short but rather have a cute height.

Grumbling and cursing, he made his way to the oven and slide the list for requested pizzas.

Lily, a cook who have been recently hired, arrange five boxes of pizzas with a shy smile. He gratefully took them making sure to brush her hands and throw a wink at her before making his way out.

"Oh come on! Why are you showing me attitude again?" he crankily kicked his scooter for the nth time which gathered weird looks from onlookers which he stealthily ignored .

"I don't understand! Why that oldy still kept this trash?" He complained about the old delivery scooter which lacks a side handle and crack adoring reflectors, the stained leather seat always gives a hard time to his butt. Sometimes, the worn out scooter vibrate crazily like it's gonna dissemble in the middle of road.

"Finally!" he sighed in relief when the engine started, securing the deliveries in parcel box and alas set off on his journey.

Jimin's life wasn't always hard. Rich and loving parents, understanding his passion for dance and then finally allowing the decision of living alone. But the luck ceased when he made a mistake.

A grave mistake. That's why the owner of his workplace gives him hard time. Well! it was not his fault that he wasn't aware about the second wife of his boss and flirted with her inside the shop and in front of him.

In his defense, she was too young and beautiful to marry that grey hound.

Since that day, Jimin gets too far deliveries. One time he had to climbed all the way up to a hill because some jackass suddenly craved 'Pepperoni pizza' while trekking.

Bitching on his terrible fate, he drove through the obnoxious densely-forested road. The city had few hills, endowing some thick forests. He had done numerous deliveries to remote areas but the current address was secluded from the city, on the very edge.

That road was pretty much empty with occasional trucks but completely void of people and animals as it was pretty far way from the civilization.

Some people still came here for camping or trekking but he never knew that there were houses too.

He gazed the barren road, even with so much greenery, there was an eerie, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach rather than calmness watching the trees barely getting any sunlight. His nerves heighten when he felt eyes watching his every move but there was literally nothing but creepy trees on either side of roads.

If he wasn't afraid of losing his only job then he would have slammed the pizza boxes right on his boss' bald head.

Fighting with his conscience that was screaming at him to change the route because of the continuous void of living beings ever since he has been driving.

Gulping at the site, he step on the brakes and grimly looked at the house having brick perimeter.

He abruptly fumble with the paper slip and confirmed the address. Looking around, he saw a small cottage on the other side of road. There was a small cabin too, adjacent to the house and some house scattered on the foot of small hill which looks pretty much abandon. He took a deep breathe and got a grip on his mind that he isn't entering in a psychopaths' house, pushing the worn down iron gate which creaked scaring the young lad more. Stacking up the pizza boxes in one hand, he strides towards the grassy lawns which looks like it hadn't been cut since ages.

The lawn around the mansion was void of flowers or tree, just plain long grass, even the iron gates looked old but the freshly painted two storey house told another story. He shook his head to get his shit together and not judge, ignoring the tingling grass on his legs. He pressed the doorbell of wooden gate and waited for the owner while casually humming a song, taking in the view of surroundings.

Despite the secluded natural surrounding, his mind couldn't wrap around the uncanny stillness in the atmosphere. Like every sound of wind, rustling of leaves, sound of distance waterfall were warning, alerting him about something anonymous, something dangerous.

While he was lost in thoughts, the door cracked and a hand creeped its way, grabbing his arms. Startled from the sudden touch, he immediately turns back and almost screamed seeing a mere hand coming out from the crack of door.

It might have startled him for a minute but he had encountered many strange and emo customers in his two years of job, to further dwell on it.

"Your pizza delivery! Can you open the door fully? I have five boxes so" he dragged while faking politeness as the door opened a little more and he could poorly make out an eye and some part of a pale face as the insides of the mansion was dim-lighted.

"Food? a child-like voice chirped and eagerly pulled on Jimin's hands, churning his guts from the strong pull.

"NO! back off and keep your nasty hands to yourself! And who the hell are you?" a gruff matured voie asked while scolding the child who was whining and shouting 'food' 'food' in background.

"Pizza delivery sir!" Jimin was offended from the new comer's nasty words but didn't led that ruin his already bad mood.

"Didn't you read the board outside" The tall and wide shoulder man asked harshly.

"Eh?" Jimin dumbly replied.

"It says to 'Put deliveries outside' and I have already paid" his attitude was getting on his nerves but he dismissed the thought of giving him a piece of mind.

"Oh sorry! I didn't saw that" the man rolled his eyes on his words but Jimin just ignored it, confirmed the payment and tried to give the boxes but for some reasons that man didn't opened the door fully, only his figure could be spotted from the crack.

After the messy pull and push, the man huffed in anger and opened the oak door, granting him a look of his face as well as insides.

Honesty, the man was quite handsome if not for his nasty attitude, whereas the outside was off-white, the insides was painted in freaky deep red colour, a choice he didn't like.

As the man was stacking the pizza boxes in his hands, Jimin curiously looked inside, another man probably of his age was standing and pouting like a child, and blabbering about food and being hungry.

Jimin instantly pitied the adorable man clad in dungarees, it was obvious that he hadn't a developed mind and worse, a strict man as his guardian, who'd scolded him several times in just five minutes.

A loud clearing of throat burst his train of thoughts and he saw the squatted man giving him stinky eyes.

Not wanting to look like a nosy creep, he pried his wandering eyes.

When the door was beginning to close, Jimin realized that he had to drive back a long way and just thinking about that his throat felt hot and parched.

"Sir, can I have a glas-" the door slammed on his face before he could complete his sentence. Gulping the saliva, he looked at the closed door in defeat.

"I guess not"

-by dork