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"Another cleaning supplies run, huh?" BamBam asked, half heartedly looking through the contents of Jackson's shopping basket. Jackson sighed, putting another tub of bleach inside the cart.
"I'm hoping this last longer than a week. But with the way Yi En cleans, I'm not sure it'll even last three days. My shifts at the restaurant won't pay for anymore of this stuff." Jackson had been buying more and more supplies for Mark to clean the apartment with, but all his money was going down the drain. He didn't say anything to Mark about his habit. In all honesty, he didn't think it was bad that the older cleaned all the time. It made him happy and that's all that mattered to Jackson. BamBam frowned. The Thai native didn't understand why his best friend hasn't put a stop to excessive cleaning. It couldn't be good to breathe in all the chemical fumes and it definitely wasn't good for his bank account. He didn't say anything as he placed more air freshener in the cart.
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"That'll be ₩270,000." The young woman at the counter looked down at all the supplies in the bags. "You must be cleaning something big." Jackson smiled sadly, handing the woman the money.
"I wished it was." He spoke softly, pushing his cart toward BamBam. "Can you take this to the car?" BamBam nodded, moving quickly to the exit. He wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. The woman put the money in her register, a look a worry on her face. She turned back to Jackson.
"It's none of business, but why did you need so much?" Jackson sighed, running a hand through his black locks. He didn't feel the need to tell a stranger about his home life, but there was no one else to vent it too. He could've told BamBam, but what good would that do him. Bam wasn't exactly helpful in situations like this. He never had to worry about this with Yugyeom. The younger couple never had issues, they rarely even fought.
"My boyfriend, he.. has a cleaning problem. He never thinks anything is clean enough, so he's constantly cleaning things. I don't want add to his habit, but what can I do?" The woman smiled slightly.
"Don't worry too much, you'll get gray hairs. I'm sure everything will work out. It can't be that bad, right." Jackson nodded slightly. She had no idea.