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stop cussing before i shorten your salary
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"jaemin, can you do your favorite hyung a favor and-"

"for starters, i'm not giving you taeil hyung's number. and two, my favorite hyung has now been moved from you to taeil hyung cause he makes me cookies." jaemin replied as he put packets of m&ms on the shelf, replacing the old ones.

jaehyun sulked. "please? it's important. you know it's important!" to which jaemin sighed and turned around to face the older who had his hair down, dirty blonde hair falling over his eyes.

"i- fine. but stop sulking, you look dumb." jaemin muttered pulling his phone out of his back pocket and blushing when he saw his own lock screen.

raising a curious eyebrow, jaehyun walked over to jaemin and looked over his shoulder with a playful smirk. "isn't that jeno?" he asked while jaemin shook his head.

"no." the younger answered simply as he sent taeil's contact info to jaehyun's phone. jaehyun snorted as he pulled out his phone from his pocket looking at the text he had received.

"looked like jeno in a leather jacket to me. wasn't that from when you and him went out to eat at that one dog café?" jaehyun clicked his phone shut by the power button as he watched jaemin's small smile turn into a frown.

"yes, it was. i don't even know why he dressed like that to a dog café." jaemin slid his phone back into his back pocket with a sigh before picking up the now empty box that once held many various snacks.

he went back to the storage closet for about a minute to place the box back in, it being his small shopping basket for when he needed to restock and not wanting to carry an individual box of snacks one at a time.

it wasted his energy and he didn't want that because one, having to deal with customers ages varying from his to women in their late forties early fifties wanting lottery tickets was tiring enough.

"by the way, nana, off topic, but i've been told by a couple kids who came here earlier to stop selling mr. hansung cigarettes?"

"you mean the the old man who comes in every night for a pack, buys them even after i tell him they're literal cancer sticks and have him reply with 'what's the point of preventing cancer at sixty eight?'" jaemin walked out from the storage closet and went back to his position behind the counter.

jaehyun made an 'o' with his mouth, not really knowing how to reply to what jaemin had told him and instead started a very unnecessary staring contest with him.

it was like that for a while, jaemin confusingly staring at jaehyun who stared back not knowing what to talk to him about and not wanting to leave on an awkward note.

a ding from the bell above the door is what knocked jaehyun and jaemin out of the small staring contest they were having, both their heads tuning only to meet the eyes of two obviously grown men.

"is that THE lee taeyong you've been bitching to me about?" jaemin asked quietly not breaking eye contact with taeyong who was maintaining eye contact with him.

jaehyun nodded, his eyes not leaving the other mans eyes. "yeah, and that's taeil. but we've been knew." he replied before reaching out to hit the back of jaemin's head. "and stop cussing before i shorten your salary."