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The Night Shift.
It was only worth it during the daytime.
Night shifts, nobody comes in. The store is lonelier under the fluorescent lighting when Jaejoong can hear his own heartbeat synchronize with the cashier beeps, his voice humming with the freezers in first octave A. Singing by yourself is a sad thing. It sucked when he couldn't sing for the customers, especially of the little old lady variety, because they liked it when he sang them old songs. Made them feel young like him and Jaejoong was not so tempted to steal a cigarette from behind the glass.
Sometimes, Jaejoong thought idly, night shifts weren't so bad if only it was funny seeing who would come in for the condoms. Sasuke had purposefully stocked them somewhere in the back of the store, somewhere even he didn't know. He couldn't tell a customer where they were even if he wanted to, and Sasuke sure as hell would be too busy angrily punching prices on merchandise to really properly direct the poor boyfriend anyway. Sasuke was just that kind of person.
It was still nice to have him around at the store though. They were co-cashiers. And as such, they were obligated to each other in some kind of way. Not that Jaejoong would ever sing to him (voluntarily) but it was nice hearing the clacking of the sticker gun and the occassional machine gun-like rifts when something got stuck.
Jaejoong was at the cash register because he happened to like people more.
Working the night shifts, Sasuke thought, were quite redeeming. It was the more subdued atmosphere of everything; the white fluorescent lighting glowing through the windows of the store through the night - even the darkest sky has stars. The store just happened to be one of them.
And the aisles - though stocked to the brim with food, were empty of the usual incompetent customers. Incompetent customers who always pestered him for the obvious locations for their even more ridiculous items. Condoms? He didn't understand why anyone with any sort of common sense would feel compelled for such unnecessary things. Only idiots would do something without being fully prepared for the consequences.
...It wasn't a wonder why Sasuke didn't like most people.
Annoying, meddling people.
Actually, he didn't 'not-like' his co-worker. Though his laughter tended to echo throughout the store and the sight of his smiling face was all too common, Jaejoong didn't question him. He knew how to handle the customers.
They were something somewhat of ying and yang.
"Hey, Sasuke," said Jaejoong. He came to see what he was doing in Aisle 3, though he well knew that there wasn't much else Sasuke did at one in the morning on Friday (-Saturday?) nights. He pulled a box of cereal from the neat stack that Sasuke was working on. Wanted to ask, "Hey, this is your family's emblem, isn't it? What is it doing on a box of Coco Puffs? I should never let you do the pricing again, you know."
But he didn't. He knew Sasuke wouldn't have minded (that much) but it still didn't feel right. Sasuke was Sasuke, and sometimes when he smiled at him, Sasuke didn't glare at him back; that was okay and that was what made them co-cashiers. Jaejoong didn't like waiting, but he did so anyway.
"Oh, someone wants a condom!" said Jaejoong, before Sasuke could even speak, and ran off to tend to the cash register.
* * *
Even as he walked down the street to the grocery store, Jaejoong sent him another text message. Yunho sighed, and put away his phone. He wouldn't even bother trying to reply to this one.
He didn't know if Jaejoong's cashier job was a totally good idea. Yes, it kept him busy, and yes, it was useful when Yunho wanted to get things for free (not that Jaejoong always let him). But the long nights had to be tiring, and he wasn't sure of what he thought of the moody, reticent co-cashier.
Most of all, Jaejoong got lonely. Which was why he was texting Yunho at this time of time, telling him to come keep him company.
And Jaejoong was his best friend. Which was why Yunho was going.
The bell above the door tinkled as he pushed his way in.
"Ask him for the condoms, I don't know where they are," Jaejoong sang loudly, pointing vaguely towards Aisle 3 and pulling out his cell phone to text Yunho again. It wasn't until he nearly walked into the man until he realized that it was indeed, his proclaimed best friend who never responded to his texts or left his soup alone or let him be the cooler one.
"Yunho!" cried Jaejoong happily. He hugged him very hard, because it was hours since he'd last seen him, and they did their little handshake thing, Jaejoong making sure that he didn't fall this time.
"Did you come to see me, or the condoms?"
Yunho should have been prepared, having known Jaejoong for more than six years, but he still lost his footing by the tiniest bit when his friend flew at him and hugged him tight. He grinned a little exasperatedly and hugged him back anyway.
"I saw you a few hours ago, you know," he said, and pushed him back playfully. Jaejoong looked happy to see him, and Yunho couldn't help but be pleased at that.
He quirked a brow, and almost laughed at Jaejoong's question, but managed to keep a striaght face when he said,
"The condoms, of course. Like I said, I saw you a few hours ago."
Jaejoong blinked. "But I can protect you better."
"From girls," he added, inching closer towards Yunho and touching his arm.
Yunho saw Jaejoong inching towards him, and inched away in turn. Not before his friend could touch his arm.
Yunho blinked at him.
"Eh? Why would you want to do that?"
It was totally worth it to see Yunho's reaction. If it were Yoochun, they'd probably play it out, romantic yaoi manga and all, but the joke would be on Sasuke who'd have to witness their.. love.
"Why would you come to get condoms instead of seeing me?" cried Jaejoong, steaming in mock fume. "I didn't know you were that kind of person!"
original co-written with sasukelp and yunhoslut
It was only worth it during the daytime.
Night shifts, nobody comes in. The store is lonelier under the fluorescent lighting when Jaejoong can hear his own heartbeat synchronize with the cashier beeps, his voice humming with the freezers in first octave A. Singing by yourself is a sad thing. It sucked when he couldn't sing for the customers, especially of the little old lady variety, because they liked it when he sang them old songs. Made them feel young like him and Jaejoong was not so tempted to steal a cigarette from behind the glass.
Sometimes, Jaejoong thought idly, night shifts weren't so bad if only it was funny seeing who would come in for the condoms. Sasuke had purposefully stocked them somewhere in the back of the store, somewhere even he didn't know. He couldn't tell a customer where they were even if he wanted to, and Sasuke sure as hell would be too busy angrily punching prices on merchandise to really properly direct the poor boyfriend anyway. Sasuke was just that kind of person.
It was still nice to have him around at the store though. They were co-cashiers. And as such, they were obligated to each other in some kind of way. Not that Jaejoong would ever sing to him (voluntarily) but it was nice hearing the clacking of the sticker gun and the occassional machine gun-like rifts when something got stuck.
Jaejoong was at the cash register because he happened to like people more.
Working the night shifts, Sasuke thought, were quite redeeming. It was the more subdued atmosphere of everything; the white fluorescent lighting glowing through the windows of the store through the night - even the darkest sky has stars. The store just happened to be one of them.
And the aisles - though stocked to the brim with food, were empty of the usual incompetent customers. Incompetent customers who always pestered him for the obvious locations for their even more ridiculous items. Condoms? He didn't understand why anyone with any sort of common sense would feel compelled for such unnecessary things. Only idiots would do something without being fully prepared for the consequences.
...It wasn't a wonder why Sasuke didn't like most people.
Annoying, meddling people.
Actually, he didn't 'not-like' his co-worker. Though his laughter tended to echo throughout the store and the sight of his smiling face was all too common, Jaejoong didn't question him. He knew how to handle the customers.
They were something somewhat of ying and yang.
"Hey, Sasuke," said Jaejoong. He came to see what he was doing in Aisle 3, though he well knew that there wasn't much else Sasuke did at one in the morning on Friday (-Saturday?) nights. He pulled a box of cereal from the neat stack that Sasuke was working on. Wanted to ask, "Hey, this is your family's emblem, isn't it? What is it doing on a box of Coco Puffs? I should never let you do the pricing again, you know."
But he didn't. He knew Sasuke wouldn't have minded (that much) but it still didn't feel right. Sasuke was Sasuke, and sometimes when he smiled at him, Sasuke didn't glare at him back; that was okay and that was what made them co-cashiers. Jaejoong didn't like waiting, but he did so anyway.
"Oh, someone wants a condom!" said Jaejoong, before Sasuke could even speak, and ran off to tend to the cash register.
* * *
Even as he walked down the street to the grocery store, Jaejoong sent him another text message. Yunho sighed, and put away his phone. He wouldn't even bother trying to reply to this one.
He didn't know if Jaejoong's cashier job was a totally good idea. Yes, it kept him busy, and yes, it was useful when Yunho wanted to get things for free (not that Jaejoong always let him). But the long nights had to be tiring, and he wasn't sure of what he thought of the moody, reticent co-cashier.
Most of all, Jaejoong got lonely. Which was why he was texting Yunho at this time of time, telling him to come keep him company.
And Jaejoong was his best friend. Which was why Yunho was going.
The bell above the door tinkled as he pushed his way in.
"Ask him for the condoms, I don't know where they are," Jaejoong sang loudly, pointing vaguely towards Aisle 3 and pulling out his cell phone to text Yunho again. It wasn't until he nearly walked into the man until he realized that it was indeed, his proclaimed best friend who never responded to his texts or left his soup alone or let him be the cooler one.
"Yunho!" cried Jaejoong happily. He hugged him very hard, because it was hours since he'd last seen him, and they did their little handshake thing, Jaejoong making sure that he didn't fall this time.
"Did you come to see me, or the condoms?"
Yunho should have been prepared, having known Jaejoong for more than six years, but he still lost his footing by the tiniest bit when his friend flew at him and hugged him tight. He grinned a little exasperatedly and hugged him back anyway.
"I saw you a few hours ago, you know," he said, and pushed him back playfully. Jaejoong looked happy to see him, and Yunho couldn't help but be pleased at that.
He quirked a brow, and almost laughed at Jaejoong's question, but managed to keep a striaght face when he said,
"The condoms, of course. Like I said, I saw you a few hours ago."
Jaejoong blinked. "But I can protect you better."
"From girls," he added, inching closer towards Yunho and touching his arm.
Yunho saw Jaejoong inching towards him, and inched away in turn. Not before his friend could touch his arm.
Yunho blinked at him.
"Eh? Why would you want to do that?"
It was totally worth it to see Yunho's reaction. If it were Yoochun, they'd probably play it out, romantic yaoi manga and all, but the joke would be on Sasuke who'd have to witness their.. love.
"Why would you come to get condoms instead of seeing me?" cried Jaejoong, steaming in mock fume. "I didn't know you were that kind of person!"
original co-written with sasukelp and yunhoslut