seven eleven

@kim jinhwan it's yOUR TURN YOU

@kim jinhwan ITS UR TURN
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/she checks the time again - 4:30AM. It's been less than an hour since the two have arrived and made multiple messes in the 5 hours it took her to clean up the entire store. she questions how she even pulled up any kindness to give them snacks, and questions it even more as the two continue to pelt her with constant requests;
we have a thing called a ing hot water machine, sir.
/a sly, sarcastic grin forms on her face as she turns to jinhwan, grabbing the nearest empty cup she could find and pelting it at him as he had decided to test her patience just when it was reaching its maximum. she huffs, running a hand through her long locks in utter disbelief and frustration;
juST TAKE IT! I guess today is "let's not give a about jiho's job and well being"! celebrate! woohoo!
/yelling in frustration, she stomps off to the back closet to grab the mop and angrily starts to mop up the shop, she remains silent for the timebeing as she's reached a level of frustration that might make her say some things that she'd probably regret later - and she knew that, and there was a small, very small, part of her that didn't want to say anything that might hurt the two;
just... help me clean up, please.

sweet.
/with a slight grin, he stuffs the sodium laced 'delicacy' into the pocket of his sweatpants before wandering off to the end of the store, the quiet shuffling of the toppings shifting around in the cup of ramen as he roamed around, flicking things back into their place, a bit mindlessly as he did so
excuse moi. /he mumbles sliding past the newer stranger in front of the display of gum, removing the bottles of pepto bismol from the array of gum, as he places the pink colored medicine back to place, he notices jinhwan distracted and off task as usual, but instead of being the great friend he was, he let him be. the goof was probably playing pokemon or something.
hey jiho. do you have a microwave in here somewhere? /he asked, his fingers rapping along the cup in his pocket, granted, he probably looked strange with a cup of ramen half sticking out of his pants but it's not like that many people were up at four in the morning, but then again, looking at the convenience store, he was proven wrong once again.

*frowning at jooyoung but also too afraid to test the girl's threat, he quickly moves back to the ramen display to start organizing them the way they had been before he got to them. With every packet, he moved slower, sighing louder, making it obvious that he didn't want to be doing what he was told to. If it had been fruits that he had been organizing, he wouldn't mind but since the store wasn't his own and it hadn't been his beautiful fresh produce that he had been going through, he dreaded every passing moment that he had to clean the display*
Hey Jiho, can I have a snack once this is done too? Or at least a slurpee?
*he groaned out as he bent over to pick another packet, feeling his stomach rumble from not eating the whole day besides an apple for breakfast. He took a quick peek at his phone, yawning softly before getting distracted with something else on his phone, a mess still surrounding him at his feet*

/there's a part of her that wants to smash jooyoung's face into the ground, but also a part of her that appreciated how calm and sarcastic jooyoung was - and luckily for jooyoung, she appreciated the sarcasm just a little bit more than her want to unite his head with the tile;
i will not watch the earring, thank you very much.
/she snarls sarcastically, with one yank she pushes the two males into the space before her, her arms crossing over her chest in a stern disapproval at jooyoung's playfulness. she huffs a sigh, knowing that if she were to beat them it'd probably result in criminal charges and it just wasn't worth it;
welp, jinhwan - go clean up the ramen display before you become one with it.
and.... jooyoung, right? well, whatever your name is - come help me reorganize the whole store that I took 5 hours to fix up... but, you did undermine me in less than half an hours, so i do give you props.
/a small smirk creeps onto the corner of her lips at her last remark, leaning down to grab one of the fallen cups of ramen she tosses it to jooyoung, unsure why she still decided to give him a snack despite the hidden urge to poison him;
your reward, just.. help me to help you.
/upon making that small "deal", she hears a loud thud at the door and notices a tall, beefy male making his entrance after a push dispute with the pull door. she blinks, eyeing him carefully as he calmly makes his way to the gum section without even taking a look at the mess the store was in at the moment. his peaceful and apathetic demeanor confused her, especially when so many people had just witnessed his altercation with the door;
Um... welcome? are you finding everything okay?
/she finally pulls the courage to ask, calling from the opposite end of the aisle where the big mess resided along with the two males that she had under her grasp. her head tilts slightly to the left after greeting the customer, studying his features along with his body language as his relaxed posture further continues to confuse her;

um ow- watch the earring--- /it wasn't everyday at four am, he found himself at the mercy of a tiny being, well, jinhwan didn't count because usually he was the one messing with him, so maybe in a way this was karma kicking him in the face, being tugged along by the ear had him in a strange predicament and in an attempt to lessen the yanking pain, he stooped down and followed the quite angry worker, snorting in amusement at jinhwan's 'cluselessness' or maybe he really was clueless and this whole time of knowing him, wasn't some facade.
didga hear pretty girl over there? she's offering to help too. it's not like i knocked over an entire display...jinhwan.
/he raised his arm to wriggle his fingers between the grip on his ear and the deft fingers that grab at him, slowly peeling himself free to straighten up, clearing his throat lightly.
i still want a snack though.

*filtered out nonsense hindered the male's subconscious from thinking about even approaching the lifted up curb that eventually led to the front door, but his arms and his grip on the door handle had already followed suit to the millions of others having used the handle, indicated by the worn out spot of silver-metallic polish of hand length. christian channeled his weight towards the door, pushing it in its entirety. his glance veering and caught against a small sticker, albeit somewhat torn, visibly read 'pull'. god . the male finally pulled, the misty cool, air conditioned breeze of the interior greeting the contours of his form, having been only wearing short sleeves the entire day. although the interior held true to its cooling facade, christian's eyes were deprived of any sense of naivety, even if there was only an ounce of it evident before. he went into this knowing he'd maybe have some trouble getting attention from the counter, but he waved it off with a string of forgiving exhales, sympathizing with the woes that accompanied the late night escapades on the job. the male's line of sight diverted towards the protruding display of gum. with the ends of the shelves cradled by the array of tic tac flavors, his eyes read between the lines. he bent at his waist for a bit, until the uncomfortable nature of the stance had settled in not too long after. he shifted his feet a bit, going into his signature ting squat near the packs of gum. hands flat and pressed up against his lips, with ears keen on the small amounts of yelling he'd been introduced to not too long ago, almost praying for more than just finding the right kind of gum here. his thoughts felt no rush and pondered, trying to organize the carts and tracks for his train of thought, trying not to go off on a mental tangent regarding the he saw earlier before entering this fine establishment.*

*his hand freezes as he reaches at the slurpee machine, already ready for his mouth to the sweet, cool refreshment, his hand retreating once he hear the threat come from the girl. he backs up slightly, trying to get away from the girl, feeling the seriousness in her voice*
U-Uhhh... Jiho?
*he smiles nervously at the girl, his knees locking in place, too nervous to move from his place although he was aware of the incoming danger. not being able to find words to get him out of his situation, he just stands there, making sounds with his mouth as if he were saying real words only snapping out when he is grabbed. squealing, he grips onto the girls hand*
please don't hurt me jiho-
Why are you saying that? I just got off of work

/she heaves a sigh, internally wanting to request help to clean up the store that now looked like a jungle but also wanting to maintain good customer service in the event that her boss were to find out about what went down, she shakes her head in response to the kind lady;
It's okay, it's a little late - actually, really late, You should head home and rest. And, nice to meet you too... and in case you were wondering, I just met mr. complete for the first time today. And if you want to stay longer, I'm sure you'd be a great witness to the murder I am about to commit-
/diverting her attention back to jooyoung, she's about to send another punch to his side but pauses in her tracks as she hears the metal shelf clunking onto the floor - she starts to wonder what else could possibly go wrong and secretly wishes that the whole building were to catch on fire so she wouldn't have to clean anything up;
...Kim Jinhwan -
/her voice is low and serious, hoping to stop the escaping boy in his tracks as she sees him scoot away into her peripheral vision, a level of frustration boiling within her and she questioned whether or not she could get anymore done with life;
You touch that slurpee machine, that will be the last time you ever use that hand again!
/she nearly screeches, wanting to go beat Jinhwan for being so senseless and clumsy at the worst time possible but also knowing that Jooyoung would try to take the moment to escape, she quickly thinks to grab the tattooed male by the ear and drags him with her to join Jinhwan at the slurpee machine;
I hate both of you so much right now and I don't even feel bad for having a prejudice to you, mr. almost .
/she mutters under her breath, once meeting Jinhwan near the slurpee machine she uses her free hand to grab him as well, using a bit more force than usually to let him know how much he was about to suffer;
Well, let's get to work, shall we?

/with a quiet oomff, the male clutched his stomach from the punch but for some reason, the question 'who are you' made him stop and think for a brief moment, hesitation in his demeanor as he shook his head, lightly kicking the long forgotten can of bbq pringles across the floor
no one really.
/it was technically true, he wasn't anyone special, just another random somebody that found amusement in some of the most strangest things but that was just how he was.
/he's forced to stifle his laughter, although almost on cue, jinhwan's clumsiness shines just as bright as the dull fluorescent lights above them, he swipes a hand across his inked skin briefly, pretending to dust himself off, his gaze scanning the electronic time on a little display screen 4:17, it's hardly been fifteen minutes and the mess before them, glancing over his shoulder to only watch as jinhwan merely flees the scene
yeah he's way more balanced than me for sure and that''s mr. almost to you.

*leaning against the rack of instant noodles, not really caring that the packets were getting scattered from him pushing them around, watching jiho and jooyoung's back and forth, his lips curving up into a small smile, loving at how the two were strangers to each other yet were still able to get under each other's skin. his smile drops when he hears his friend essentially call him mentally unstable only for his face to brighten up when jiho defends him*
Yeah, Jooyoung. What she said! I'm balanc-
*he starts to ramble on when his elbow slips off of the metal rack that he had been leaning on, falling to the ground, instant noodle packets scattered everywhere. not really knowing what happened, he just sat there, staring at everything and contemplating the rest of his life decisions*
Umm..... Jiho.... I think I'll take this one...
and.... someone made a mess of the noodles-
*laughs awkwardly as he -scoots away from the mess he had just made, taking a random packet of instant noodles along with him as he moves to the slurpee machines*

/ the two made a high pitched chuckle escape from her lips, admiring their close relationship that was displayed in the early morning. as they turned their attention towards her, a nod was motioned from her in a way of making sure they were talking to her - not forgetting that they were strangers. their opening conversation starter was definitely a unique one that quirked her interest further.
well, nice to meet you almost and jiho -
/ a sly grin danced across her face as she fixed the positions of the magazines, then facing them again, her hand grazing through her crown.
you gonna need help cleaning up? i got time aha

/she sends jinhwan a snicker at his comments, that one crucial moment she let her guard down turned for the worst as she feels the magazine slip through her fingers and bonk her gently on the head. she squeaks, socking the taller male in the side with a little bit more force in response;
ugh, i hate you so much already...
/mutters quietly as she snatches the magazine back, eyeing the male before rolling her eyes in an utter disgust as she raises an arm to point the rolled up magazine at jinhwan;
you're his friend? who are you? why are you ruining my life?
/her eyes slowly fall onto the other female in the room, then back to jooyoung before starting to rearrange the mess that was created on the shelves, chuckling sarcastically at the male's defensive lines before joining in on the conversation;
he is a complete 100% , and at least jinhwan is a little bit more balanced than you.

/the male cringes from the 'mighty' blows that rain down on his head, oh how much he needed a shoulder massage and how kind of it was for jiho to give him one, with a few clicks of his tongue, he raised his hand to snatch the roll of slightly damp magazines away before returning a light thunk to the latter's head with the flick of his wrist
really? a living, i thought you were doing this for fun. y'know and get a kick outta arranging labels all in the same direction too.
/his eyes only narrow to glare at his so called, friend, who seemed to be getting off on his prior abuse, but soon his attention is diverted and his head tilts to the side to peer at the stranger, raising the magazine as though a greeting
hi- i swear i'm not a complete . and jinhwan is completely an unbalanced mess of hormones.

/ witnessing the abuse of the fellow male, hara's lips tweaked up into a smile at how close they all seemed. overlooking the situation again, the girl who seemed to be, "jiho" was punishing the other for making the store a mess on her shift. the small body of hara's kneeled down to pick up the few magazines that had been thrown into the air and took place in front of her before slowly and hesitantly walking to the rack, setting those up to calm jiho though hara personally enjoyed the entertaining show. following the owner of the resumed talking voice to face jinhwan, hara opened as she continued watching the others.
does this usually happen? i mean, you guys messing around here?

*smiling as he watched his friend get smacked on the other side of the counter, he chewed on the mushed orange peel. he then started shoving his fruits back into their own sacks, laughing at how his taller friend was still being smacked around*
You've redeemed yourself jiho... I enjoyed that show-
*a smile back on his face, he walks away from behind the counter nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened before, walking over to the aisle with instant ramen and junk food, looking for his dinner for the night*
Its way too early in the morning for all of this nonsense...
*he mumbles to himself as he rubs his chin, thinking intensely about what he wanted, seriously considering just getting a slurpee and calling it a night*
Jiho, why don't you have some fresh options in here?
I'm sure there's a lot of people that want nice food on a budget...

/she clicks her tongue at the emotionally invested jinhwan, shrugging it off for the moment knowing that the nice lady would be there to help him she quickly diverts her attention back to jooyoung, a smirk curving onto the corner of her lips as she finds his courage astounding;
oh of course the motherer gets a complimentary snack!
/she says lowly and sarcastically, slowly taking steps to approach the tall male, grabbing a damp magazine from the stack that was thrown back on the counter, rolling it up in her hands;
Might cost a few teeth, though...
/with that, she takes a few steps forward, finally within close proximity of jooyoung she starts to meekly swing the rolled up magazine at him, hitting him on the top of his head a few times, then his shoulders, knowing that her hits won't hurt him but only wanting to daze him;
yOU CRAZY MOTHERER - i worked so hard to put these shelves together, do you think this is volunteer work? i'm trying to make a living!!!

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/ inevitably bursting into a quiet laugh at the one who seemed to be named, "hwan" from his silly actions which brightened up the mood before paying her attention to the worker. her unoccupied hand reaching up to wave in intentions of declining such offer, her eyes meeting the other's then scanning the beings in the room who seemed to be in their own world with one of them behind the counter, smelling like oranges.
no worries, darling -
/ her small voice coming out in a husky tone from just being astonished from the scene, averting her next predicament to the man in hiding with a chuckle in her joking manner.
we can hold a funeral for your little orange lady friend there.

*wheezing softly as his shoulders fall, screaming at the fact that he didn't even hit the other before realizing that one of his precious oranges had been smushed. dropping down to his knees and letting out a soft whimper, he takes the poor orange into his hand, completely unfazed by the smack behind his head, too emotionally invested in the murder of his orange*
Why? It should have been me....
She was the most ripe and the prettiest organic orange I had on the shelves!
*he waves the orange around, not caring that his arm was being soaked by orange juices before freezing to look at the stranger that had been watching the whole shenanigans taking place in front of her. he smiled awkwardly at the stranger before backing up behind the counter and hiding behind it*

/with deft hands jooyoung attempted to grab at the flying paper projectiles throws none other by jinhwan, one of his few somewhat 'close' friends, only managing to catch one out of the maybe six others that were now strewn across the floor, slightly sticking for it seemed to be still slightly damp, he knelt down to peel each one off of the floor before dropping them in a stack on the counter, he had some manners at least.
/strangely enough her shouts didn't faze his demeanor, only leaning back the slightest once being yelled at, the half grin on his face remaining, this was definitely the kind of amusement he didn't realize he was looking for. the lovely nickname given to him
does the motherer get a complimentary snack as well?
/two fingers were slightly raised in question, as he took a once over at the unfamiliar face, poor soul, having to witness all this. well, it wasn't that bad, at least not yet

/as jinhwan is talking, her attention still remains on the mysterious and annoying tattooed man. seeing everything suddenly being misplaced and his dirty shoes smudging the one shiny floor, her patience is starting to run dry and the expression on her face starts to sharpen to an anger;
/suddenly, her palms slam onto the counter, crushing one of the unfortunate oranges that just happened to be innocently laying there. with a huff, she stomps out from behind the counter, something she rarely does whenever she's in the midst of customers but her impatience had caught up to her the moment the pringles can went flying;
KIM JINHWAN I SWEAR -
/nearly leaping over the corner of the counter, she immediately sends a smack to the back of jinhwan's head before proceeding towards the tattooed man, whose name she registered as "jooyoung" and the fact that he was acquainted with jinhwan had only angered her more;
AND YOU OVER THERE, YOU MOTHERER I SWEA-
/she cuts herself off as she acknowledges the other customer in the store, realizing she hadn't paid for her drink yet she heaves a defeated sigh turns to her, hoping to make a deal with her so that the public doesn't find out about what was currently going down;
... I'll give you that drink for free if you don't record any of this -

/ as a normal bystander, her eyes followed the direction of the airborne items that were thrown in the air, a small grin playing upon her lips in this random situation she had walked in on. magazines had flown across her face to reach the male that just came in, her head turning to witness this scene further as her body just stuck to the aisle she was passing through, feeling a slight interest without dismay in this convenience store override that was bound to happen any second. an innocent watcher she was, hara had taken their names in advance, "jooyoung" and the other had said, "hwan" - the situated names would help her understand better in this case. anyway, she clutched the drink in her hand in amusement as her eyes traveled to the female employee that would most likely yell at the two.

*he leans against the counter, puffing his chest out to look a little more muscular and manly but man... who was he kidding... with a smile still slapped on his face like a permanent sticker, he cracks his knuckles in attempt to look more tough*
Yep, I just got off of work. I had to restock 30 pounds of potatoes so I got off a little later than usual-
*he winks at the girl as he continues to flex in front of her, obviously trying to impress her and not realizing how bad of a job he was doing before he hears someone call out to him. he turns towards the voice, quickly realizing that it was a mistake as the container flies towards his face*
Kim Jooyoung.... I will fight you...
*he breathes out as he reaches towards one of his precious oranges only to put it back down when he realizes that it would be a waste of a good orange so instead, he grabs a handful of magazines sitting at the counter, throwing each of them one by one towards jooyoung*

/to say he was dismayed in the least would be an understatement, the sudden flow of people at four in the morning had him unamused but as soon as he realized, maybe with more of an audience, jiho wouldn't attack him so early. so just as earlier, he continued his casual stroll through the aisles, the subtle shifts in the products cause a small devious smile to grace his features as he whistles nonchalantly, head whipping towards the direction of the register, with a few long strides, he's a few meters away from the small group
hey hwan, think fast.
/with one smooth motion, he snatches up a small can of bbq pringles, his personal favorite, to only toss the mini container towards the smaller male, his gaze only briefly flickering to meet jiho's. oh how he loved his early morning shenanigans of messing around.

/ returning the small bow from the only worker that seemed to be present, hara had intentions to appear nicely as her lips stretched into a smile that curved the ends of her lips upwards. it had only lasted a millisecond before her attention was zeroed in on the refrigerator in the store of the gas station. the little murmurs that spewed from the employee's mouth didn't fail to capture hara's center of interest with her head turning to the side discreetly, listening in on their conversation subconsciously but thinking to herself that that is impolite and to leave it alone. an energy drink was brought to her hand as the door of the singled refrigerator closed, spinning a whole 180 degrees with the employee and male in her sight, walking towards the counter and wanting to be unobtrusive.

/her head slowly raises as she hears the sounds of various items being moved about, knowing that her boss isn't here to reprimand her about being patient, her eyes narrow into a squint at tattooed man who had ruined her hours of hard work;
what the hell -
/she mutters to herself, her intense glaring soon being interrupted by the sound of multiple items falling onto the counter in front of her. she looks, seeing a plethora of fruits and a small, smiley man standing before her, her expression reads that of a sort of irritation as well as confusion;
It's 4AM, Jinhwan - did you really....
/her focus is patched as she eyes another customer coming in, a sudden pang of worry hitting her as she realizes that the poor, innocent woman getting a drink might get caught up in the mess that she senses is coming. she bows to her politely, before continuing to spew some words out at Jinhwan;
Did you just get off?
/leaning slightly to the side to watch the man mess up her store, it's obvious in her expression that the moment the man were to approach her she might just snap, or jeopardize her job, or all of the above;
what is that motherer doing...

/ the doors automatically opening as they sense a warm being coming closer, revealing to be hara. guiding herself to the back of the store to retrieve a cold drink, the sound of the sensor had rang a short, 'ding' to signal that someone was present. she had been practicing all night and blue printing new choreography in her mind and decided to call it a night with heading into the local seven eleven to help herself relax. her head whipped back to meet eyes with the back of the few people in the convenience store presence, shrugging mentally and proceeding to reach for a drink.

*with a bag of oranges on one arm and a sack of apples in the other, he trudges down the quiet street towards his house, suddenly realizing that he didn't have any dinner for the night. mindlessly dragging himself and his sacks of fruits, he finds that he ended up at seven eleven*
*groaning softly, quietly muttering about how much he wanted spaghetti instead of his regular meal of cup noodles before he wiped the frown on his face and replaced it with a cheeky grin when he noticed the girl behind the counter. he leans against the counter dropping his colorful fruits onto the counter with big smile on his face, glancing at the clock for a second before speaking*
Good morning, Jiho-