Taehyung's POV.

I finished my breakfast and started wearing my shoes. At that precise moment, Dad came charging down the stairs. It was probably the fastest I have ever seen him move without breaking something.

"Taehyung..." Dad panted like he had just run a marathon or something similar. "Are you going shopping?"

"Yeah," I answered while tying my laces up. "Why?"

"I'm coming too." Dad smiled, showing his deep dimples. Literally, the dimples were deeper than the Mariana Trench.

And I wasn't even exaggerating.

"WHAT?!?" my eyes widened. "Dad, we can take the car but we're walking separate ways in the shopping centre, okay? And yeah btw, you're driving."

"That's what I meant, what did you think I was going to do, watch you slash my money on Gucci?" Dad shook his head.

"Actually, the money is mine, I work part time as well, and besides, we're going to be rich soon."

"And how are we going to be rich soon? Are you trying to win the lottery or something dumb?"

"No Dad, Y/N is going to be a JYP choreographer, she's going to earn so much money."

"Don't waste your sister's money on Gucci."

"I don't just buy Gucci Dad."

"So, you just admitted that you like wasting money?"

"Well yeah, haven't you heard the BTS song, go go?"

"Of course, Y/N's jam."

"Haven't you heard the lyrics? YOLO." I stuck my tongue out and swiftly opened the door, rushing to the car.

A few minutes later, Dad came out of the house and closed the door behind him.

"What took you so long?" I gave Dad a boxy smile.

"Just get in the car."

"Yes sir." I saluted and got in the car, buckling my seat belt when I sat down.

Dad turned on the engine and drove off.

Just when we were about to arrive at the shopping centre, Dad put the radio on. Why bother when we were at the centre in like 1 minute? We could probably only listen to one verse. Dad sang along to the song. Did anyone ever mention to him how awful his singing was? Cause I am.

"Dad, did anyone tell you how bad your singing was?" I told him.

We pulled up at the car park and he switched the engine off.

"You just don't appreciate my talent, I can rap as well, do you want to hear?"

"You just love yourself too much," I said as I opened the car door.

"Of course, I love myself, you should learn to love yourself as well,"

"Whatever."

I hastily got out of the car before Dad could say another word.

I started window shopping because I wanted to spend my money wisely. To be exact, I wanted to buy a new Gucci top. Frantically, I pressed my face against the window as I saw all the amazing Gucci rings.

The rings looked perfect.

It reminded me of someone. Someone special to me.

I low-key smirked and went in the shop.

No need for a new Gucci top, I wanted the Gucci couple rings. 

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{A/N}

I just noticed I always write around 500 words each chapter 😂😂 What a coincidence 😂 Also, the Gucci ring I was talking about is the one he wore at the Billboard Music Awards, and lets mention that he looks so cute and handsome in that picture. Anyways, Thanks for reading and have a nice day ❤️