Yan Jeongin

You were in the living room, waiting for your delivery man to arrive. He'd been over half an hour late. A sudden downpour had started outside; it was dark, and you could get soaked in an instant. There was a knock on the door, and you got up from the couch and opened it...
A courier stood in front of you, a young guy, all wet, his eyes showing pain that he had delayed the order.
-Your order... sorry for the delay...- the boy said quietly, handing you the bag with your order.

• Don't you want to come in? You can wait out the rain or I can order you a taxi, you're all wet... you'll catch a cold.
  "No, no, no! Thank you, I don't need it! I... I can do it myself... " His voice broke at the end and he cleared his throat. From that moment on, this guy always brought you food.
  It wasn't like you asked him yourself, it was a prediction. Although you're 20 and he's 17 at most, as it turns out, yes, he is. His name is Yang Jeongin, a quiet guy, but his smile is as charming as ever. You always gave him big tips for free.