janitor's closet

@ˢ ; jung jaehyun yuta naturally wouldn't succumb to stealing - the only way he could justify this was knowing that the closet was unlocked most nights, and he could buy back the supplies he borrowed after. his fingers dance along labels, looking around before he uncovers the jackpot: a box of powdered latex gloves. he had just run out, and if it weren't for the influx of requests to pierce ears, he would have gone out and gotten himself some. but why go out into the city this late at night? clearly, he was becoming complacent, especially since he discovered how often this door was left open.

"rubbing alcohol, rubbing alcohol--," he mutters, finger running along the labels of the bottles lining the wall, his back to the door.

/walks into the closet to grab a mop, glancing around to make sure no one saw him as he slipped away down the hall/