TARGET.

☉ THREE ☉

Much to his disliking, Yugyeom arrived an extra hour early for work the next day, curtesy of his mother shoving him out the door. He didn't want to come, but his father told him that quitting is for, well...quitters.

And cry babies.

And little bitches.

Yugyeom was none of the above... he hoped.

After walking through the automatic front doors, though, he seriously contemplated quitting on his second day solely because Target was just one big trash heap painted in red.

"Oh wow, you actually came back," Youngjae said, spotting the taller male and walking over to him. The shorter of the two had been messing around with papers at the Customer Service desk, but dropped them once he saw Yugyeom.

"Why wouldn't I?" Yugyeom asked, trying to seem somewhat enthusiastic about his new job.

Youngjae shrugged. "I dunno. Jackson tried to quit after three hours on his first day."

"Three hours and fifteen minutes, Youngjae," Jackson corrected, popping out of one of the toy aisles with a nerf gun in hand. It was out of the packaging.

Youngjae just rolled his eyes in a 'fuck you' kind of way and looked back at Yugyeom.

"Nobody expected you to come back, we all bet money on it," Youngjae said bluntly, looking somewhat cranky. Yugyeom noticed that this Youngjae and the one he had met yesterday were much different; he had been so much nicer yesterday. Guess Youngjae wasn't much of a morning person.

Anyway, it was nice to know his co-workers had some faith in him.

By then, Jackson had disappeared, but now Mark appeared, also with an out-of-the-package nerf gun in hand.

"Not true, I said you'd come back. You shitheads owe me fifty thousand won each!" the blonde said before ducking into another aisle and disappearing.

That gained another eye roll from Youngjae. Yugyeom was sure that if he rolled his eyes again, they'd drop out.

Maybe if they fell out, he'd get grossed out and have an excuse to go back home.

He hoped Youngjae's eyes fell out.

"Is there anyone else here?" he asked, trying to redirect his train of thought.

"A couple of other people, yeah, but Jinyoung, Jaebum and Bambam usually come late."

"Why?"

"How the hell am I supposed to-"

Just then, loud pew pew sounds were heard, and Yugyeom looked over to see Jackson firing nerf darts at Mark, who was dashing across the floor. Both of them were making the pew pew sound effects.

"You idiots! Put those back!" Youngjae screeched before running after them, leaving Yugyeom alone. The tall male just decided to go around to his station in Electronics.

He took a seat behind the desk, sat there for three and a half minutes. Then he realized something.

Literally only two people were stationed in Electronics; him and Younghyun.

He had been to busy trying to explain the technology of today to some old lady yesterday to actually let that sink in.

While pondering on this, the three idiots from before ran past the desk, with Mark shooting Jackson this time. Youngjae was still shouting at them to stop.

"Hey, hyung!" Yugyeom called out, only for all three of them to stop and give him a weird look before exchanging looks with each other.

"Did he just say hyung?"

"Who is he talking to?"

"Isn't he, like, older than us?"

"I'm just nineteen!" Yugyeom argued with a frown.

"Ha, shit, I thought you were fifty," Jackson said, earning a glare from Yugyeom. "I'm kidding, chill..."

"Why does nobody work in Electronics besides me and that other guy?" Yugyeom questioned.

"Because the people who work here are stupid and probably can't handle techy stuff. I mean, we work at Target, for crying out loud, and Youngjae here barely knows how to use his phone!" Jackson said, swinging the nerf gun around before being elbowed in the side by none other than Youngjae.

"Almost all of them got fired because Jackson managed to spill coffee on the cameras and knock over the television display and blame it on the people that used to be in this department," the cranky brunette told him. "Apparently, whatever Jackson says is taken as gospel because JYP is in love with him or something, I don't know..."

"Who's JYP? Is that your boyfriend?" Yugyeom asked, pointing at Jackson in a confused manner. Mark snickered.

"Wha- no! JYP is what we call our manager!" Jackson explained.

"You're dating the manager?!"

"Oh, my God, stop!" Jackson shouted, visibly cringing. "I'm not dating anybody, goddammit!"

"Oh," was all the younger replied with.

"Why are you idiots around here?" a voice spoke out, that voice belonging to Jinyoung, who had finally arrived. "The store's about to open, at least look productive."

Jackson just held up the nerf gun at Jinyoung, shouting a pew before firing a shot as his forehead. Jinyoung just growled and grabbed the toy from the other's hand.

"Aw, c'mon, give it back!" Jackson said, grabbing at the gun as Jinyoung tried walking away.

"No, you shouldn't- Jackson move!" he replied as Jackson went to stand in fromt of him, blocking his path.

"Gimme the thing!"

"No, move your ass!"

"But it's nerf or nothing-"

"Jackson, get out of my way or, I swear to God, this nerf gun is going down your throat," Jinyoung threatened before finally being able to stomp away because oh boy, Jackson didn't want a toy gun down his throat this early in the morning.

Watching this unfold, Yugyeom figured that Jinyoung wasn't a morning person either... or a people person for that matter.

One by one they all left to go deal with their assigned duties... or maybe to slack off. Yugyeom didn't know, nor did he care. What he did know, though, was that he was now alone at his station.

Younghyun wasn't there yet.

No big deal, Yugyeom thought to himself. He was pretty sure nobody would need help with anything tech-related this early in the morning.

Boy was he wrong.