closed starter for @dxsiderivm || jongdae and ??
The ladder was a death trap, he was certain it was out for his blood. His coworker never was much help, Jongdae wasn’t even sure where the guy had wandered off too. He could only assume to the backroom, probably on his phone and smoking up a storm. Still, it didn’t make his job any easier especially when he was trying to restock the top shelf that was more than out of his reach. It wouldn’t have been so bad but it had to be the liquor section with all the breakable bottles, which he couldn’t afford to come out of his paycheque for each that smashed.
His gaze snaps around the store, looking for someone - anyone - until he finds a target that is tall enough. “You there, with the face.” Unnecessarily, he gestures around his own, the mostly deaf man having a habit of using his hands even when not signing. “Care to spare a minute helping the poor and helpless that were born drastically short and unable to reach their dreams and well... the top shelf?”






