Midnight Escapades | Enmortals Application

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    | today i will be doing my

    | application for og writers

    | for enmortals. i really did

    | enjoy writing this piece

    | because it was something

    | new for me to write like

    | this, and i’m happy that

    | applications opened up!

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Kyungsoo scanned a barcode languidly as the suburban mother standing in front of him sighed and let her acrylic nails tap the screen of her phone. She was furiously typing out a message, and the fast pace of her fingers didn’t match the bored expression that was written across her face.

He rang up two different types of red wine, and four cases of beer, along with a mountain sized pile of hotdogs, hamburgers, and the buns to match.

I guess it makes sense, with college football starting up this weekend. Wives are getting tipsy to cope with the fact that their husbands are drunk off beer and acting like cavemen now that fall sports have began.

He scanned the very last of the bags of family sized chips, and pressed the blue button that would display her final total.

“$347.99 ma’am”.

The lady ignored him, except for holding up her credit card with her right hand as her left hand continued to type. He smashed the button for debit, and muttered, “please insert if you have the chip”.

She crammed her credit card into the slot at the bottom of the machine and finally looked up at him when he told her to remove her card. She put her phone down long enough for her to make sure that he put the chips in a different bag than the drinks (hey, he knew how to do his job), and put her card back in her wallet before walking over to the buggy. Not offering to help, she waited while tapping her foot as he put away all of her groceries into the buggy that almost seemed too small for the monstrous assortment of food she had just purchased.

“Have a nice day”, he called out in a faux-cheerful manner, before cursing her under his breath as she walked away. He watched her scurry away, bleach blonde hair that was fried to a crisp barely moving because of all the hairspray holding it into a tight ponytail.

“Kyungsoo, cleanup on aisle 24, Kyungsoo cleanup on aisle 24”, came a muted and staticy voice through his walkie talkie that sounded a lot like Baekhyun.

“Baekhyun, you’re the janitor, not me. Don’t be telling me to clean things”, he quipped back with a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Kyungsoo, this is your manager, Junmyeon. Do as I say”, said a voice that Kyungsoo realized distinctly was NOT Junmyeon, and sounded suspiciously like Baekhyun’s top partner in crime, newest employee Oh Sehun.

“Sehun and Baekhyun, please cut the shit. It’s almost closing time and I’m dog tired. Let’s just make this a good close tonight please. Where are Jongin and Jongdae? I haven’t heard from them in a while”, Kyungsoo muttered, as he looked for surrounding customers and took a quick swig from his Dr. Pepper hidden beneath the counter when he didn’t see anyone around.

Jongdae’s voice was clear through his walkie talkie, and he sounded slightly out of breath.

“Yeah sorry, we were… moving heavy boxes in the back. Some shipment we got in today, actually. Some… Park Chanyeol CDs? Apparently a big crowd will be in here tomorrow to buy them and the CD has 3 different versions so there are tons of boxes filled with them to be moved around”.

“When he says moving CDs, he means making out actually”, came Sehun’s voice, muffled from laughter.

“Ahhhhh whyyyyy”, came the high pitched complaints from Jongdae, and Kyungsoo turned down the volume on his device as Sehun and Jongdae started going back and forth. Kyungsoo drank some more Dr Pepper, less discreetly this time since it was 10 minutes until closing time. Hardly anyone ever came in here that late.

Just then someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he jumped, causing his drink to slosh out of his cup and onto his uniform of a red shirt and khakis.

“Yixing! What are you doing here? I thought you had left two hours ago to meet Minseok to go out to eat?”

The dimpled man gave a hearty grin, simple saying, “I did, but we finished a few minutes ago and I drove back over here. If y’all are still going through with… the plan… I want to be here to witness it”.

“Yeah, we’re still doing it. Target never should have made the decision to cut pay so drastically. Selfish bastards”, Kyungsoo said, dabbing at his shirt with a napkin half-heartedly. What was the point of cleaning the shirt? He wouldn’t be wearing it again after tomorrow.

“I’m going to go and find Baekhyun and Sehun, and help them close up all the doors. See you in a few minutes in the electronics aisle, Kyungsoo”, said Yixing, giving him a two finger salute and heading off towards the grocery section of the store.

Kyungsoo closed his , counting the money carefully and making sure everything was balanced before he locked it for the night and took the key to the break room and left it on the key peg beside Junmyeon’s office. He got his car keys out of the break room, rounded up the rest of the boys’ stuff, and closed it behind him for the last time. He locked the door shut with that day’s that Junmyeon had texted to him that morning, and walked towards the electronics section where he would be meeting Yixing, Baekhyun, Jongdae, Sehun, and Jongin. Sehun has his expensive camera in one hand and his starbucks hot chocolate in the other, just sipping and giving Baekhyun side eye as he sets up the XBox on the 72” TV animatedly.

“Is Baekhyun almost done?”

“Yeah sorry it’s taking a while guys. Oh also, I found some ‘damaged’ Call of Duty games in the back that we can play, and I brought two different versions of Forza from home”.

Kyungsoo nodded, and pointed to Sehun, the man with the plan (and the boujee camera).

“You ready to start rolling?”

“As ready as anything. I told you guys this would be an amazing idea”, he said, face showing a smug smirk for a millisecond before he was back to giving Baekhyun side eye.

Kyungsoo watched everyone set their stuff down in front of a huge display TV, and sat down in the middle between Yixing and Jongdae.

“So let’s go over the plan one last time guys. Target cut our pay for selfish reasons. We’re going to play some XBox games, play with some kids’ toys, goof off, and NOT break anything or steal anything so we don’t get sued, got it?”

“All on video, for the internet to see”, came the voice of Sehun from behind his camera as he adjusted lighting settings.

All the guys nodded, giving out whoops of approval, and even larger cheers started up as the XBox intro music was heard through the JBL speakers positioned near the 72” that Baekhyun had configured to be the main source of sound.

Baekhyun put in Forza 7 first, and then ran over to the rest of the boys, plopping down in the fold out lawn chair that Yixing had set up for him earlier.

Sehun finished setting up his vlogging camera and set it up on it’s tripod before pressing record.

He walked over and grabbed his game remote (custom bought off of eBay with cartoon bichons on it), syncing it to the XBox just in time as the game’s main menu popped up on the screen.

All of the boys picked their cars for the first race, with Sehun and Jongin both fighting over a Hennessey Venom, agreeing to a rock paper scissors match that Jongin eventually won after three rounds ending in a tie.

Baekhyun’s Bugatti Veyron sped around a corner just as Jongin was thinking he had the first race won, and Jongin let out a frustrated yell that sounded suspiciously like a curse word.

All of the boys laughed as Jongin jumped up and ran over to Baekhyun, giving him a noogie before the older man could escape his clutches.

“Jongin! Yah, get off of me this instant! I am your hyu-”, Baekhyun said, before his words were cut off by Jongin accidentally elbowing him in the ribcage.

Kyungsoo watched all of this happening, just laughing at his friends as they all swarmed Baekhyun, the game forgotten as they tickled him and let out yelps as one by one they were kicked in their stomachs as Baekhyun got up the gusto to fight back.

Looking at them all now, he never would have thought he would make such amazing friendships working as a cashier at Target. Knowing that they all had similar interests and could make even the simplest of things more enjoyable together was what really made him grateful for them all.

At the end of the night, they would all go their separate ways for work, finding jobs elsewhere in other retail stores in the area, or working on campus at their university selling coffee to sleep deprived young people, but Kyungsoo knew that regardless of where they worked, Baekhyun would still come over at 11pm on a Tuesday night hoping he would cook something for him, and Yixing would still attempt to make mixed drinks for everyone that were absolutely horrendous at their monthly movie nights. Sometimes the best friendships are made in unexpected places.

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    | i won’t be adding the

    | feature this tag to my

    | post a) cause i’m a bit

    | embarassed hehe and

    | b) i had my news this

    | morning but... this is

    | my one shot for my

    | enmortals application.

     | #EnmortalsRecruit

    | good luck to every

    | other person applying,

    | i’ve seen some stunning

    | stories so far :cupid: