~Main Characters: Jongin and Kyungsoo~

~Starring Sehun + Chanyeol as Jongin's jock friends and Jongdae + Baekhyun as Kyungsoo's pizza parlor coworkers~

-Ah, Roommates-

"Someone order a pizza," Jongin grumbles as they stagger into their cramped two bedroom apartment.

"No more afternoon basketball, it's too damn hot," whines Sehun. "You order, Yeol. You have the solo room."

"'Yeol do this, Yeol do that - you have the solo room.' I would never have taken it if I knew it meant I was supposed to be the household slave for the rest of our rooming experience," Chanyeol complains.

Jongin and Sehun are too busy wrestling in the bathroom doorway over who gets the first shower to answer him. Sehun wins when he manages to shove Jongin's face in his sweaty arm pit.

"Oh God, fine! You smell worse, go go," Jongin relents, kicking a smug Sehun into the bathroom. He should've known moving in with these two would be trouble.

Speaking of which, Chanyeol is on the phone ordering pizza. With Jongin's credit card.

His friends are ing shameless.

-Ding Dong-

When Sehun finally emerges twenty minutes later, likely having used all of the hot water in their ty apartment complex, Chanyeol jumps off the couch.

"I've got next. You need to be available to sign for the pizza since it's on your card."

"This is a bunch of bs. I have to pay for the pizza AND I get last shower?" Jongin throws a pillow at Yeol as he slams the bathroom door shut. "You better have only ordered one pie!"

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rings. The apartment is sweltering even though the A/Cs cranked to max, and a cranky Jongin stumbles over to the entryway. "Yeah, I'm coming," he grumbles as the doorbell dings again.

-Pizza and more is here-

He yanks the door open harshly and sets eyes on the cutest boy he's ever seen looking up at him. Big doe eyes, full lips, dark brows contrasting with pale skin. The delivery boy mumbles hi as he fumbles for a receipt in his back pocket.

Jongin stares silently for long enough that it's getting weird, so he tries to say or do something, but his brain screaming unhelpful nonsense like CUTE CUTE, SO CUTE, BOOP HIS NOSE.

"It's $14.50." The delivery boy shoves the pizza box with the receipt and pen on top into his chest when Jongin fails to move.

-Smooth, Jongin-

Jongin can't stop staring even as he absent-mindedly scrawls his name across the receipt. The delivery guy fidgets, removing his cap to swipe at his eye before glancing shyly to the side and cautiously wiping near his lips, then checking his fingers.

Oh , he's made the guy self-conscious. He's checking to see if he's got sauce near his mouth or something. Jongin needs to say something, anything.

"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR FACE," Jongin blurts out, much louder than a normal human should speak to a stranger on their doorstep.

Cute pizza guy startles and looks at him like he's got three heads. "Uh... thanks?"

-Just stop talking, dude-

Jongin s the signed receipt and pen back at the bewildered delivery boy. Transaction complete, the pizza guy gives him an adorable head nod before spinning around to go back to his car, tucking the receipt into his back jeans pocket and unwittingly drawing Jongin's attention to the curvaceous .

"HEY!" he yells, because apparently his mouth will not let him live today. The guy spins around, still walking backward toward his car.

Now what. NOW WHAT. Jongin's mind blanks out again when he catches sight of those beautiful wide eyes. "DRIVE SAFELY," he says, like he's a middle-aged father and not a 19 yr old college kid.

-A cardinal sin-

"Who do you keep screaming at?" Sehun calls from the living room.

Jongin closes the door shut and groans at himself. Oh well, he resigns himself to being that ~weird customer~ of the day. "I wasn't... screaming. Anyway, pizza's here."

He tosses it on the table as Chanyeol comes out of the bathroom freshly showered.

"Hope you tipped the guy. Didn't put any on the order because I figured I was pressing my luck as it was to use your card - didn't want to be accused of 'overtipping' on your dime, too."

.

-Boys, please-

"Ughhh, now he's gonna think I'm weird AND a cheapskate! Thanks a lot, Yeol!"

"Um, you ~are~ a cheapskate. And since when do you care what delivery guys think? Was he hot or something?"

Jongin keeps his mouth shut.

"Oh ho ho," Sehun chortles. "You totally thought he's hot."

Chanyeol snorts. "Well, you can kiss your chances with that one goodbye. No one's going to date a stingy ."

"Order another pizza," he demands, tossing Yeol's phone to him.

"Order it yourself, I'm not the house-elf."

"Your ears suggest otherwise."

"You . Shut up and eat your pizza!" Chanyeol says, cramming a slice into Jongin's mouth.

-Excuses, excuses-

Yeol grumbles, "I already ordered last time."

"Yeah, so they'll already have your info when you call back. It'll save time," Jongin argues.

"Fine, but only if I can charge it to your card again."

"Hell no, Sehun can pay this time."

"Hmph?" the youngest exclaims mid-bite. "Leave me out of this. Besides, you're gonna lure him back only to tip him on MY card? Gee, how chivalrous of you."

Dammit, he's got a point.

"Fine! Put it on my card, but you guys are paying for dinner tomorrow," Jongin demands, pointing at them.

"I suddenly feel the need to be a good son and go to my parents' place for dinner."

"I've got a ferret playdate, won't be here."

His roommates are worthless.

-Chogiwhy are they like this-

Chanyeol calls the order in, reassuring the employee repeatedly that he's not having "a wicked case of deja vu" and that they just need more pizza.

"So what's your plan? Give him a fat tip and hope he fawns all over you?" Sehun teases while taking in a mouthful of cheese.

"Should we warn him that Jongin's no sugar daddy? Aspartame at best?"

"I don't think we'll need to scare the guy off. Jongin's gross, sweaty self will do that on its own."

, he needs to clean up, and fast. He glares at his roommates as he runs for the shower. "You are the world's worst wingmen. Don't speak a word to him when he gets here!"

-Second time's the charm, right?-

Jongin tries to gameplan while in the cold-as-the-Arctic shower. Apologize. Offer to make it up to him. Try not to sound creepy while making said offer.

He's still in a towel when the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it," Sehun singsongs.

"Don't you ing dare!" Jongin yanks some fresh shorts on and bolts for the front door, t-shirt still halfway on. He successfully cuts in front of his troublesome roommates and throws open the door. "Hi!"

Thank God, it's the same delivery guy as earlier, but he's downright glaring at Jongin. Until his eyes drift downward and tick tock back and forth between Jongin's ex