Jay Park

*The store was quiet, people taken out by his men as you two do your shopping. Shopping basket on his hand, walking behind you. You stopped, eyes widening at a small, cute children's dress with matching shoes and tiny fairy wings.* Can we keep it? *You asked him, impossibly hopeful and exited. He looked down at the tiny dress, then at you, the corner of his mouth twisting up with a soft smile.* Of course.