An Unexpected Delivery
764 Words
The scene shifted—
To Areum’s apartment.
The space was warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly
prepared food. Containers were neatly arranged on the counter
as Areum moved quickly between the kitchen and the small
dining area, carefully packing each order.
Her movements were precise, practiced.
This wasn’t new to her.
It was routine.
One by one, she sealed the packages, checking each item
before placing them into delivery bags.
A knock sounded at the door.
Right on time.
She picked up the bags and walked over, opening the door to
reveal the delivery rider waiting outside with his bike.
“Here,” she said, handing over the packages.
He collected them without delay.
Within seconds, he was gone—the sound of his bike fading
into the distance.
Areum closed the door and exhaled softly, wiping her hands on
her apron.
Another successful batch.
Or so she thought.
About thirty minutes later—
Her phone buzzed.
Areum picked it up casually, expecting a normal confirmation
message.
But as soon as she read it, her brows pulled together.
Customer Message:
“I thought you said the food would be delivered within 30
minutes. It’s already been over an hour.”
“What?” she muttered under her breath.
That didn’t make sense.
She quickly typed a reply.
Areum:
“I’ve sent out all the orders. Let me call the delivery rider and
confirm what happened.”
Without wasting time, she dialed his number.
“Hello, Areum. What’s up?” his voice came through.
“Yes, sir,” she said, trying to stay calm. “One of my customers
hasn’t received their order, and it’s been over thirty minutes.
What happened?”
“I’ve delivered everything you gave me,” he replied. “You
gave me fifteen orders, and I’ve delivered all fifteen.”
Areum froze.
Fifteen?
Her grip on the phone tightened slightly.
Slowly, she turned and walked back into the kitchen.
Her eyes scanned the counter—
Then stopped.
A single package sat there.
Unmoved.
Forgotten.
“Oh no…” she whispered.
Realization hit instantly.
“There were supposed to be sixteen.”
She let out a frustrated sigh, pressing her fingers lightly against
her forehead.
“I made a mistake.”
Bringing the phone back to her ear, she spoke quickly, “Sir, the
food is still here. I’m so sorry. Can you come back and deliver
it?”
There was a pause.
Then—
“Oh… I’m sorry,” he replied. “I have another delivery right
now. I won’t be able to come back. It might take about two
hours.”
Two hours?
That wasn’t acceptable.
“Alright,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”
The call ended.
For a moment, Areum stood still, staring at the forgotten
package.
Then she moved.
Fast.
She placed the food into the microwave, reheating it carefully.
While waiting, she rushed to change her clothes, her
movements slightly rushed but controlled.
She grabbed her phone and opened w******p, checking the
delivery address again.
Once done, she picked up the package.
“I’ll deliver it myself.”
Not long after, she stepped out and entered a taxi, giving the
driver the location.
The ride was quiet, her mind replaying the mistake over and
over again.
She hated errors like this.
It made her feel… careless.
After some time, the taxi slowed to a stop.
“We’re here,” the driver said.
Areum stepped out.
Her eyes moved around the area—and she paused.
This place…
It felt unfamiliar.
Yet strangely close.
Her brows furrowed slightly as realization settled in.
This is part of the university estate…
She had been attending the school for over two years.
And yet—
She had never seen this side of it before.
The buildings looked more refined. Quieter. Almost isolated
from the rest of campus life.
Carrying the package, she walked toward the entrance.
The security guard stopped her, his gaze questioning.
“I’m here to deliver food,” she explained politely.
He studied her for a moment—
Then recognition flickered.
“Ah… you,” he said, stepping aside. “You can go in.”
Areum nodded in thanks and walked past.
As she moved deeper into the estate, her surroundings became
more noticeable.
Well-furnished apartments. Clean pathways. A calmness that
felt different from the usual student environment.
Almost like a separate world.
Finally, she reached the address.
Standing in front of the door, she adjusted her grip on the
package and took a small breath.
Then she dialed the number.
The phone rang.
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