TARGET.

☉ TEN ☉

    "I'm finished," Yugyeom sighed out, looking at the countless packets of men's underwear he had stacked and hung back in their rightful positions, his hands placed on his hips.

This was the proudest he's ever been of something he's done... which was pretty fucking sad.

Jinyoung, who had pulled up a chair from the Starbucks in the store and didn't help to restock the aisle at all, looked up from his phone. "Ok," was all he said before looking back down at the screen, resuming the game he was playing.

This made the younger a bit annoyed. First, the guy pulled up a chair and didn't do jack squat, and now he wouldn't even commend Yugyeom for his accomplishment. He just restocked a whole aisle full of men's underwear for crying out loud! Yugyeom didn't even like touching his own underwear and, goddammit, he deserved better than having to take Jinyoung's shit.

"Hyung," Yugyeom said hesitantly. He had intended to sound stern, but he couldn't deny that he was a bit afraid of Jinyoung. "Are you still mad at me?"

Jinyoung looked up once more, this time with his eyebrows raised and looking somewhat taken aback. "What? No, of course not."

"Then why do you keep ignoring me and glaring at me?"

"I literally do that to everyone I've ever met. I'm naturally an asshole."

Yugyeom wasn't going to deny that.

Jinyoung was now getting up, tucking his phone in his pocket. "Just don't get on my nerves because I actually don't hate you... yet," he said, picking up the chair.

Hearing that, Yugyeom felt oddly... happy. He felt like they were sharing a close bonding moment. He was about to reply, but a sudden announcement over the loudspeaker interrupted him.

"Code purple, code purple! Im Jaebum, we have a code purple in progress."

Someone shouting out "Not again!" from somewhere inside of the store was heard directly after that. That someone was probably Jaebum.

"The hell is a code purple?" Yugyeom asked, looking at Jinyoung with a confused expression.

"It just means some kid got stuck in the toilet again," he explained. "You know, regular stuff."

"Right..."

    "You!" someone suddenly called out. It turned out to be a very panicked Youngjae, who was speed walking towards Yugyeom at an alarming pace. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Why couldn't Yugyeom catch a fucking break?

"There's this angry customer at the customer service's desk asking me if we sell bath bombs," Youngjae said, looking up Yugyeom with a confused expression. "What the hell is a bath bomb and can it seriously injure me?"

Yugyeom blinked.

"Are you being serious?" he asked, and Youngjae just nodded. "It's a thing you put in the water if a tub and it dissolves. It comes in different colours, and I think they're in aisle ten."

"Oh," Youngjae sighed out, clutching at his chest. "Thank God, I thought it was some sort of weapon."

"What era do you live in, the fifteen hundreds? How do you not know what a bath bomb is?" Jinyoung asked, finally picking up the chair and walking away to return it to its rightful place, not even giving the other a chance to reply.

"He's so mean, sometimes," Youngjae muttered under his breath before walking away as well, leaving Yugyeom all by himself in the men's underwear section.

He decided to move back to the Electronics section, because standing around in the men's underwear aisle was freakin' weird. Plus, Electronics was where he was actually supposed to be all day. Though, he didn't expect to be shouted at the moment he got there.

"Where the hell is the pack of gum I sent you for three hours ago?!" Younghyun asked after immediately spotting the boy.

At this point in time, Yugyeom considered just throwing himself off the roof of the building.

"It's right here, don't get your panties in a bunch," he muttered under his breath as he reached into his back pocket.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I love working here," Yugyeom lied. He was becoming overly sassy now, especially since he was tired and annoyed. The working life wasn't for him. If he could, he would've just leeched off of his parents for the rest of his life.

Digging further into his back pocket, Yugyeom suddenly froze. It's not because he was touching something odd, he was actually touching the pack of gum he had stuffed into the pocket, but he wasn't exactly touching it the way he wanted to...

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"This is fucking hilarious."

Somehow, somewhere, the one pack of gum had gotten squished and exploded in Yugyeom's back pocket, messing up the entire interior.

He had silently made his way to the bathroom, hoping to be completely alone while he dealt with this minor crisis, but no such luck. Instead, after opening the bathroom door, he walked in on six people slacking off, as per usual.

"How'd this even happen?" Jaebum asked. He had Yugyeom facing away from him so that he could see the mess. Jinyoung was snickering to himself while Bambam was staring at the poor boy's ass.

"I don't know," Yugyeom answered, finally turning around, "but I can't keep these on. The sugar from the gum is starting to seep through my jeans and I feel sticky in places I shouldn't be feeling sticky."

    "TMI, dude," Mark said, right before the the bathroom door swung open and Jackson walked in, smiling.

    "I found the perfect pair of replacement jeans," he said, holding up the clothing item he picked up.

    Jinyoung snorted at the sight of them.

    "Jackson, those are women's jeans," Jaebum said, "meant to fit a sixteen year old girl."

    "Listen, they were in a corner on the floor somewhere in the clothing section and they're the only thing I could find that wouldn't get me in trouble if I took them," Jackson explained before throwing the jeans at Yugyeom. "It's either you squeeze into those or you walk around with a sticky ass for the rest of the day."

    Looking down at the jeans in his hands, Yugyeom sighed.

    Looked like he had no choice.

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A/n

Ayyyy this was boring as fuuuuuck

Next chapter will be funnier... i think, idk