taejin, high heels
Seokjin takes the box from the salesman and kneels at Taehyung’s feet himself, though that’s surely the salesman’s job. Well—they’re here to throw around enough money that they can probably be granted a few idiosyncrasies.
Seokjin rolls a silk sock up Taehyung’s ankle and slips the shoe onto his foot, fitting it first gently over his toes and then sliding the heel into place. It has a little strap, which Seokjin buckles deftly. Taehyung leans back on his hands, pressing them into the slick black leather of the bench, as Seokjin puts on the second shoe.
Seokjin rises to his full height and extends a hand to help Taehyung stand, though Taehyung doesn’t need it.
Seokjin says, “Walk for me,” and Taehyung strides across the store.
He doesn’t make any extra effort to sashay, but in six-inch platform heels, it’s impossible not to sway a little. He can feel them watching—not just the salesman working with them but the others in the store, a few customers, and of course Seokjin. Always, always Seokjin.