"Hello," Taehyung uttered once he stood in front of the reception, his heart raging in his chest. "Delivery from Jjang cafe-restaurant?" His tone was rather faltering, something that made the girl behind the counter chuckle.

"New delivery boy?"

"Um, yes," he murmured as he placed the one bag on the counter, and she gave him the money.

"Well, don't keep Mr. Jeon waiting. His office is on the eighth floor, second door to the right," she said with her perky voice and a bright smile.

"Thank you." Taehyung returned the smile and strode to the elevator. He waited until it arrived and gaped as a bunch of people got off. Why the hell is this so big? He forced out his shock and slipped inside, pressing the eighth floor.

He was awfully tense just by being there; he didn't fit in that place in any way. All these neat, wealthy people he encountered made him feel small, and honestly? Cheap. Very, very cheap.

His steps were shaky and tentative as he got out and shuffled towards the right. He stood in front of a door a few moments later, but when he took a closer look, his jaw went slack once again. While the other doors were normal, this particular one was ridiculously fancy, with a sign made of gold that read 'CEO - Jeon Jeongguk'.

He rolled his eyes insensibly as he raised his quaky hand and knocked three times. He heard a faint 'come in' from inside and slid the door open. "Delivery from Jjang—"

"Who are you?" the CEO snarled and pitched forward the moment he saw the unfamiliar boy instead of Jihoon, sitting on the edge of his seat, foot tapping against the floor and a scowl adorning his traits.

Taehyung hadn't met his gaze yet, and upon hearing his vicious tone, he tucked his chin deeper into his chest. "Um, I'm n-new—"

"You got a speaking problem or what? I asked a simple question." He jerked up and slammed his hands against the desk, menaces radiating from his eyes.

"Taehyung. I'm new. Here's your order." He walked past the small living room and set the package on his desk.

"Where's the midget?"

"If you mean Jihoon, he quit."

Jeongguk groaned as he ran an exasperated hand through his hair. "Great, another useless little boy I have to teach how to do his job well," he ground out the words through clenched teeth. "Never be late. Never enter without me saying come in. Never place the food on this desk," he hissed at last, a low rumble coating his voice that caused Taehyung to panic and take hold of the package right away. "Put it there." He pointed at the glass table behind him.

He spun around and left the package on the table before he recoiled, clutching his hands together and keeping his daunted eyes glued to the floor.

"Don't enter this company with your helmet and mask on. It doesn't look good and it doesn't fit my aesthetics."

Who cares about your aesthetics, you shithead? His desire to vocalize that was tremendous — he wouldn't lie — but he dreaded to think what would happen if he did.

"—in a meeting when you come, you wait for me—are you even listening?"

"Yes. Can you pay me so I can leave now?"

"I just said don't talk unless I ask you something. I'm asking, I'm talking, not you."

"Too many rules for a simple delivery," Taehyung found himself murmuring under his breath. And if he had glanced at the CEO at that moment, he would easily discern the death glare he just shot him.

"We have to do something about that big mouth of yours."

Taehyung's eyes flitted up at his remark, brows knitted in a frown. Their gazes locked for the first time, and his breath hitched at the sight of his gorgeous hazel eyes. He was harsh, curt, or simply an asshole, but he was also breathtakingly beautiful. Thank God he was wearing a mask because he felt small flushed circles bloom on his cheeks for some reason.

"Take off your mask," Jeongguk blurted out, voice demanding, something that startled the black-haired boy to the core.

"Mr. Jeon, I have o-other deliveries too. Can you p-please pay me so I can leave?" he stuttered, eyes shying away from the weight of his intense stare.

Jeongguk stayed silent for a moment. He indeed had kept the boy for a while in his office, and his food was getting cold too. So with a sigh, he fished his wallet out of his pocket and gave him €50.

Taehyung blinked on repeat as he took a tiny step back. "I can't accept that, Mr. Jeon," he breathed out, appalled by the amount of money — his package was only worth €15.

"Did I ask? If someone gives you money, say thank you and bow respectfully. Now get out." He pushed the money to him again, and Taehyung accepted it, still hesitant.

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon." He made a ninety-degree bow and bolted out of the office without sparing him another glance. He maintained his fast steps as he headed to the elevator, wanting to vanish from there as soon as possible.

He kept his head down as he got off the elevator, not even answering the receptionist's greeting, and when he was just a few steps away from the exit, he bumped into someone. A puff of air flew off his mouth at the harsh, sudden impact, and he chanted 'I'm sorry' the moment he realized what just happened.

The brown-haired boy he encountered let out a throaty chuckle and placed his hands on the fearful boy's shoulders. "It's okay, don't worry about it. Are you okay?"

Taehyung didn't answer immediately, afraid of stuttering too much at the moment. "Yes, I'm sorry again. I have to go to work." He slithered out of his loose grip and disappeared in haste.

He disliked rich people. They had that aura and idea about themselves that they were superior to everyone else. Just like the CEO of that company.

He was gone for a while with everything that happened, and he was scared that Inguk would scold him, so he returned to the cafe as fast as he could.

"I'm sorry for taking too long," Taehyung said with an apologetic expression once he entered.

Inguk chuckled faintly and shook his head. "It's okay, I knew you would be late. Jeongguk probably kept you a little more to tell you what to do and what not to do."

"How did you know?"

"We have been delivering food to him for years now. Jihoon, the boy who was working here before you, wasn't here from the beginning. Every time Jeongguk sees someone new deliver his food, he kind of interrogates them and teaches them his ways," Inguk explained as he finished making a cappuccino.

"He has too many rules for just a delivery," Taehyung mumbled with a tiny pout, educing another hearty chuckle from him.

"I know, he wants to have control over everything related to him. He comes here often too."

"Why?"

"The first time he came here, he told me how he likes each food that will be delivered, and that the delivery man should never be late. He eats from our menu every day at one, and sometimes, he comes around seven thirty to take food for the night too. Anyway, wait until I prepare your next delivery." Inguk saw the other boy nod and receded to the kitchen.

Taehyung perched on a stool, pondering over what Inguk just said. He found it odd for someone to eat takeout food every day and not homemade food. No matter how rich that CEO was — and Taehyung could tell he was excessively rich — he still found it strange that he ate takeout food even twice a day.

Inguk's appearance pulled him out of his thoughts as he laid a package on the counter. "Jihan Enterprises next. Hurry."

He nodded and quickly took the package in his hands. The building was only five minutes away from the cafe, and he arrived soon enough.

He halted in front of the entrance as his mind unwittingly traveled back to the obnoxious CEO's words. Don't enter this company with your helmet and mask on. It doesn't look good and it doesn't fit my aesthetics. He heaved a sigh and decided to take his helmet and mask off before entering.

He could only wish that the CEO wouldn't be like the last one because he honestly couldn't deal with another egoistic asshole at that moment. He plastered a cordial smile on his lips as he trod to the reception. "Delivery from Jjang cafe-restaurant."

"Oh hello. Inguk decided to upgrade his team? You sure are much more handsome than Jihoon," the boy behind the counter said, voice coltish, flirty even.

Taehyung became bashful real quick at his outspoken statement and tossed his head down, chewing on his bottom lip. "Thank you."

"Name, handsome?"

"Um, Taehyung."

"I'm Sunghan. Third floor, first door to the left." A warm smile accompanied his words. "Mr. Woo doesn't like waiting."

"Thank you, Sunghan." He matched his smile and scurried to the elevator. Once he arrived at the third floor, he eyed the door for a spell and knocked.

With the CEO's permission, he cracked the door open. "Your take out is here, sir."

"You're on time. I like that," Mr. Woo said, indifferent, as he gave €30 to the delivery boy. "Keep the change."

"You're the first person who hasn't asked where's Jihoon," Taehyung ventured as he accepted the money. "And are you sure? €17 tip is a lot."

Mr. Woo peered at him as a small smirk surfaced on his lips. "I knew he would quit. And trust me, €17 is nothing for me."

Obviously, your ridiculously rich ass can afford it. This thought popped up into his head, and he rolled his eyes mentally. It was just ironic to him that a rich CEO was bragging to a delivery boy about his money.

"Thank you, Mr. Woo."

Did Taehyung have a prejudice about rich people? Yes, he did. Most of them were cocky and obnoxious, and actually, he had met a ton of rich people since he was working for years, and not even one of them treated him right.

Maybe he was just a little jealous? He never had enough money to have a good time or buy something out of impulse. He always counted every penny he spent because most of his money had to go to his bills and the debt his grandmother had left him.

With a sigh, he climbed over the bike and returned to the cafe. He continued with the deliveries, and he couldn't count anymore how many times he explained that Jihoon quit and he was indeed the new delivery boy.

Although he was sick of explaining that over and over again, he had a cheerful smile on his face as he talked to the customers. Maybe deep inside he was a little mean, but he rarely had the balls to voice out his thoughts. It wasn't his place, anyway. He had to keep his customers happy.

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