"I just always assumed I'd never have the cash, I accepted it and I'm okay with it. I really am. As long as Tae is happy, I can live with my shitty gear and all. Being told I can have anything here? It's just strange." The clerk came back and set a load of boxes back while Namjoon wandered away, leaning on the rails and trying to spy. "Tae?! Tae, get your butt back here or you'll miss out on my cool shoes!"

If he didn't come back, he'd have to go find him. He couldn't leave a five year old roaming loose. Sitting down on the bench, he looked over the shoe boxes and tried on the work shoes first. "Man, genuine leather. Fancy."