"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk..."
Never has Yugyeom ever been this embarrassed.
He was basically waddling through the store, customers and employees alike giving him weird glances as he passed. It made him feel exposed.
It's not that Yugyeom had a problem wearing tight jeans, it's just that these jeans were too fucking tight.
The fact that Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees was playing over the speakers throughout the store just made the situation all the more comical, because Yugyeom did not look like a woman's man, he looked like a duck.
A duck who just shat himself.
"Yugyeom, I've been looking for you- what the..."
Stopping dead in his wobbly tracks, Yugyeom turned around to find his boss, who he hasn't seen since the day he started working here, standing behind him with a confused expression.
"I can explain-"
"No, no..." JYP said, putting up a hand to stop him. "I get it. This is the new style all the young people are wearing. No big deal."
Yugyeom just nodded and went along with it.
"Anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you on what a good job you're doing so far." Hearing that almost made Yugyeom snort. He felt like he was doing a pretty sucky job at, well, his job.
"Oh, thank you," he said, attempting to bow out of politeness.
He realized this was a bad decision after he heard the jeans rip at the back.
"What was that?" JYP asked, looking around.
"Nothing!" Yugyeom replied, a but too quickly. "Uh, I have to go... way over there to do a... thing. Nice talking with you, though!"
He bowed again out of impulse, the jeans tearing further. Panicking, he decided to shuffle away, backwards of course, grabbing the closest thing on a shelf - which happened to be a Barbie doll - and using it to cover the ripped part before waddling away as quickly as he could.
A minute later, he arrived in the Electronics section which, thankfully, was empty. It seemed as if Younghyun had gone on his lunch break. I made Yugyeom wonder if any of the others had gone on break as well. He had chased them off after they laughed at him for putting on the jeans, so he wasn't quite sure where any of them were at the moment.
Sighing, he carefully took a seat behind the counter. Fortunately, the jeans didn't rip again. Unfortunately, he didn't know how he was going to walk around for the rest of the day when he had a gaping hole in the back of his pants.
"I want to go home..." he sighed out, resting his head in his hand and staring off into space.
Had he not applied for this job, he would've been cooped up in his room watching reruns of Running Man. Then his mother threatened to throw him out if he didn't get a damn job by the end of the summer and he was forced to do an interview here. He'd only be here for a short time, at least, considering that he was supposed to go to University next year.
"Earth to mushroom head."
Yugyeom suddenly jumped when someone snapped in his face. Blinking, he saw Mark and Jackson standing in front of him, both with bags slung over their shoulders.
"How long have you guys been standing there?" he asked, surprised.
"Long enough to know that you're holding a Barbie doll for some reason," Jackson said, glancing down at the packaged doll. "I always saw you as more of a My Little Pony kind of guy."
"'Kay," Yugyeom replied lifelessly.
Jackson gasped. "Did you just 'kay me in real life? I feel so offended! I just came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly just feeling so-"
"We came to ask you if you want to go out for lunch now with the rest of us," Mark said loudly enough to cut Jackson off.
"Oh well, I'd love to," Yugyeom said, "but there's this gaping hole where my butt is-"
"Isn't that called an asshole?" Jackson asked. Mark elbowed him in the side.
"Also," Yugyeom continued, "I think the jeans have cut off the circulation to my legs, so I literally cannot move."
"Sounds like you're having a rough day," Mark said.
"Don't you mean a ruff day?"
"Jackson, honestly, shut the fuck up."
Mark then twisted his body slightly to unzip his bag, pulling something out and dropping it on the counter in front of Yugyeom. To the younger's surprise, his jeans were what were in front of him.
"I managed to get most of the gum out and washed the back pocket," he said, zipping back up his bag.
"Woah, who knew you were actually good for something after all," Yugyeom said teasingly, but he was actually pretty happy. He didn't expect anyone to do something like this for him, especially when they didn't need to.
Mark just rolled his eyes at the remark. "Hurry up and change or we're leaving you," he said with a smile, ruffling Yugyeom's hair before leaving, Jackson following behind him.
Watching them leave, Yugyeom couldn't help but smile. Maybe working here wasn't all that bad, after all.
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