"It's okay. I apologize for prying. I just want you to be happy," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, shaking his head. "You've never changed..."
I don't have the courage to ask what he means by that. I'm just glad he wasn't angry anymore.

    He drives into a parking lot. I observe my surroundings through the window.
     "Ay, we're at the mall."
     "Yup," He places his sunglasses on his eyes, steps out of the door, and closes it.

      "Haven't been at the mall for over a year..." I admit.
      "Really? Not even for fun or window shopping?" He asks.

"No, don't get me wrong. I love shopping. I love pretty things. But I ain't got the time to shop at places like here. I prefer thrift stores. There's killer deals there."

"Oh well we can go there instead if it makes you feel more comfortable." Jungkook gestures to the car, ready to hop in it.

I interrupt him. "No! I'm sure I'll find something that matches my style here. Plus there's so many people at the mall. I love being around so many people."

"Im actually the opposite. I feel a bit overwhelmed sometimes with the abundant amount of people ...but great! I'm glad you got something to look forward to." He walks beside me while I travel with my crutches. We enter the mall.

       "Where do you want to go first?" Jungkook gestures to the many stores around us.
        I scrunch my nose, unable to decide.

"You pick!"

       Jungkook nods. "Alright, why don't we go to....Gucci." He points to a random shop right across from us.

       "I'm pretty sure I've heard about that place. Sure!" I agree.
        There were guards with sunglasses outside the store. The store was classy looking, and glamorious clothing surrounded us.

       Jungkook went into the men's section, searching for clothes and I entered the women's side of the store.

Immediately, a grey sweater piqued my interest.
Ahh that's perfect and practical!
I checked the price tag... 1,300,000 South Korean won (about 1194 US dollars).
But the price wasn't practical. My face turned bright pink from shame. This shop clearly was not for me.

I went to the accessories section and saw a simple belt. The price tag displayed it to be 130,000 South Korean won (about 120 US dollars).

       Everything was so pricy for me. But I didn't want to make Jungkook feel embarrassed about picking a store that was out of my range.

After scavenging through all the accessories, I found a cute beanie on sale for 25,000 won (about 23 US dollars). I was planning on using maximum 50 dollars, today but I guess I should increase my budget.

     Immediately, I went to the register and paid for the beanie.

I finally went to the male's side of the store and saw Jungkook talking to the phone.
He was holding various articles of clothing, and without a second glance, he threw more on to his arm.

Jungkook seemed to be with in a discussion with someone.

"Yeah I get it. They like fancy clothes."
Jungkook noticed me and held a finger up to indicate he'd end the phone call soon.

     "Don't worry, they're all dark colors. Got them in various sizes to fit the various body types. 'Kay, bye."

      He puts his phone in the pocket and massages his temples.

"You done?" He asked.
"Yeah, this store ain't really my style. But don't worry I found a cute beanie." I held up the small bag in my hands.

"Oh, awesome I'll ring these up and then we can go to a different store. Your pick this time, haha."

I followed him to the cash register and the employee scanned all of the price tags on the clothes. The total ended up being 15,040,000 won (about 13,800 US dollars).

I was so shocked. Finally, I had the courage to speak after a few seconds.
     "Is it because you haven't gone shopping in awhile? Why so much?" I placed my hands in front of my mouth.

     "Oh these are for some of the guys who work for the Bangtan Boys." Jungkook shrugs.
      "Huh?" I asked.

       "Besides me and the regular members you know about, there's people below who work for us. And Namjoon wants me to buy them some outfits. It's really dumb but what big bro wants, little bro gets."

      "Oh..." I nod.

      "So what store do you want to go to?"
      We walk around for a bit until I saw a store with massive deals for both men and women.
      "Here! This is perfect." I point at the shop.

       Unlike Gucci, this place was packed and was a less formal atmosphere. The employees were dressed in casual, cheap clothes, and there were customers of all ages and backgrounds.

I breathed in the tacky perfume surrounding me.
Ahh yes this is my environment. This is my people.

        I immediately went to the back and found my second home.
       "The clearance rack!" I shrieked.
      "The clearance rack?" Jungkook repeated after me, following right behind me walking on my crutches.

       "Yes..this is perfect. I'll try to find a sweatshirt in my size." I look around the racks for a few minutes, disappointed.
       "Hmm..they're all small sizes so they won't fit me...guess I'll find some sweatpants!"

      I hand Jungkook my crutches, and limp around the other clearance racks, to find what I was looking for.

      After 15 minutes, I've finally found it.
      "Ahh, they have sweatpants in my size...and there's a deal. They're 2 for 1! So if one pair of pants is 6500 won and I get one free alongside it...I can get four pair of pants for 13000 won (about $12 USD)..."

    Jungkook interrupts me. "Wow, how'd you get such a good deal?"
     "You just gotta look to find it. With years of practice, it becomes more natural and you get a sharp eye. Generally, the less glamorous looking stores got the best clearances. Sure they ain't the best quality, but if you're careful, the clothes last for years!"

     I excitedly clap for myself and Jungkook joins in.

     He shakes his head. "It takes such little things to make you happy..."

     I raise my eyebrow and point at his grin. "Hey, you're here smiling, too."
      "But I'm not smiling about the sales..." he chuckles to himself.

     I look around the store for more striking sales.
     "Oh my god, Jungkook!" I cover my mouth in shock.
"What?"
"Look!" I point to a shelf.
"So?" Jungkook was perplexed.

"It's a shelf...filled with t shirts, WHITE T SHIRTS!"
       I run closer, not caring about my leg. It was healing incredibly fast anyways due to Jungkook's medication. I only use the crutches as a precaution.

He snorts. "So? What do I care about white t shirts?"
I frown at his nonchalant behavior. "C'mon. You've worn a white t shirt every week since I could ever remember."

"Big Bang as my favorite music group...white t shirts as my favorite article of clothing..you've really noticed significant details..." Jungkook crosses his arms, cockily.

"Well you were pranking me occasionally. Had to keep an eye for you." I shrugged my shoulders.
"You keep an eye for a lot of details...details that my friends don't even know..."

I'm too absorbed in the beauty of the t shirts to reply back.

"Oh my god Jungkook this is the ULTIMATE SALE. 3 shirts for 5 bucks. I'm jealous these shirts are too big for me. But they're not for you. Don't ignore this opportunity!" I'm unable to stand still, shaking with excitement.

"C'mon the shirts can't even be that good quality..." he picks one shirt up and holds it up the light so he observe it.

He takes his sunglasses off.
      "Holy smokes...this may be the one." He gasped.

"What do you mean?"

      "This shirt had the exact white color I've been looking for years. Not too ivory, but not too beige. Just a perfect mix in between. It's...beautiful."

       "Jungkook, are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out..." I pat him on the back.

      "Yes, I'm about to pass out, but pass out due to joy! Thank you, y/n." He smiles.

        Without a warning, Jungkook wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in close, rubbing my arm. This hug felt like an invasion of privacy for a second, but it quickly shifted to hiding from the world's troubles in his embrace. His arms felt soft, yet strong and extremely protective.

To my disappointment, he lets go after a few seconds. He shyly ruffles his hair with his hands and averts his eyes.

"What was that for?" I gasped.
"Just to say thanks for...being alive. I'm glad you survived that bullet. It's uh...nice to have you around. Your existence isn't terrible." He fiddles with his thumbs.

"Your existence isn't terrible either, Jungkook. Your existence is awesome!" I gave him a thumbs up.

He chuckles. "A lot of people wouldn't think that...but I'm glad you do."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

But he doesn't hear me, and begins sifting through white t shirts on the shelf.
Or he pretends not to hear me.

Jungkook and I spend the next half hour, scavenging for more clothes through the store. We pay for everything at the register.

I end up buying 3 brightly colored shirts, undergarments, a light jacket and a dress for the party with matching leggings.

Jungkook buys the entire shelf of white t shirts. He realized that it wasn't enough so he asked the employee if he could mail the rest of the supply of white t shirts to his house. And of course they were able to.

Jungkook had to carry all the bags (since I was on crutches).

"C'mon Jungkook. My arms are so tired of using these crutches. I finally have everything I need. Let's go back to the hotel, huh?"
"Nah, I want to check out a few more stores..."
"Fine, I'll wait outside." I rolled my eyes.

I sit on a bench and Jungkook says he just wants to visit the stores around us. He needs to buy more presents for his henchmen, family and whatnot.

I close my eyes for twenty minutes, and was about to drift asleep. That was until I heard the mall alarm ringing loudly.

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

      I open my eyes and the craziest scene was displayed on the right hand side of me. Three men, dressed in all black, with dark masks covering their faces were running out of a jeweler's store. They were 20 feet away from me but were getting closer and closer each second.

      Jungkook, some body guards and the owner of the jeweler's store were chasing them. One of the body guards took a gun from his pocket and shot one of the thieves in his torso. But he didn't fall to the ground.

      The vests the robbers were wearing must have been bulletproof.

        As the men came closer, I noticed one of the robbers had a briefcase in his hand. It probably contained the items they stole.

       And of course I did the least sensical thing I could think of.
With all of my strength, I threw one of my crutches at the guy holding the briefcase.

           Surprisingly, he tumbled over, dropping his briefcase, which slid over right beside me.

          And of course I did the second least sensical thing I could think of.
I picked up the briefcase and ran away with my injured leg, with everyone chasing behind me.

        Besides Jungkook, I really should start caring for my own life. I'm really just asking to die at this point.