Near closing time, about an hour or so, Namjoon asked for a break. "Take a quick one. We've got a rush." The occupancy amount was slowly decreasing as the day went on, but many people were still buying the sale items at a high rate.

"Got it." The younger rang up his last customer before removing his string tag. He clocked out of his register and went to the break room. Jackson reopened his regiester. He was slightly hoping that he wouldn't have to do that, but he had no other choice. 

"I can take whover is next!" No matter how many times Jackson had to say that he would take it with pride. He would never trade this job for anything in the world.

-

"Are you sure this is where you want to go Mark? We can always shop in the VIP stores." Peniel, Mark's closet friend, asked looking at the corner shop that Mark had so desperatly wanted to go to. It looked sort of run down with parts of the brick falling off into the street. It looked small as well as if it could barely hold 100 people. Mark nodded, frowning slightly at the older. 

"Just because we're famous now doesn't mean we have to act like it. Besides, I grew up in this area. It wuld be nice to see how things have changed." Peniel sighed, waving at his driver. 

"Stop here." He turned to Mark. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. Let's just hope no one recognizes you. I don't want another scandal of us hitting the headlines." Mark snorted. Peniel had always been afraid of that. He hated being the center of fake attention, but he loved being on the cover.

"Aw, I thought you loved the last one. 'Late night hook-ups. Rapper M.T. and actor Peniel seen entering hotel together for what could be a lovely evening.' I liked it." The older smacked Mark on the arm. 

"Shut up! I did not, it just made me look like I was cheating on Sungjae. Of course, Sungjae trusts me more than that, but still. I will not go through that again." Mark nodded, opening the door. he stepped out onto the street.

"Don't worry. People around here don't follow people like me. They live private lives." Peniel snorted, getting out of the car.

"Then how did you make it big?" Mark shrugged. He honestly didn't know. One day he was studying hard to make his mother proud and the next he was recording songs and having the time of his life. He couldn't remember a time before that. Peniel shook his head. He couldn't believe his friend at times, but he still went along with it as much as he could.

-

Jackson was busy running around from shelf to shelf and display to display. He was trying to help all the customers he could before the shop closed. He had half an hour to go. "Attention everyone! Please stand here, if you are ready to check out. This is where the line ends. This will keep you away from the busy shoppers. Thank you!" Many people rushed to where Jackson was standing in the top corner of the shop near the front counter. It was easier to keep a line at the front instead of the back. It cleared all the tight spots.

"Jackson, this woman says the Butter Wax tryer is empty. Can you refill it?" Namjoon asked as the older walked past his register.

"I'm on it." Jackson walked to the Stock room to grab the their wax bowls. The wax bowls were always set on a low back burner in an open window room. Butter Wax was one of their new products and it was selling like hot cakes. He quickly grabbed the bowl. He rushed back to the front. "Exuse me! Hot products coming through." The people in front of Jackson moved quickly out of his way. He was very careful when carrying any of their wax products, even if they were cold. He didn't want to spill them on anyone. "Excuse me!" Jackson called out again, making sure there was no one in front of him. He was trying to quicky set the hot wax bowl down in his hand, but with focusing on his feet he didn't see the guy standing in front of the Butter Wax display. Jackson bumped into him, dumping the contents of the bowl all over the gentleman. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I swear I didn't see you there." Jackson frantically apologized to the guy not relazing who was standing in front of him. 

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll be alright." Jackson looked up at the guy after trying to clean the wax off of his body. He couldn't believe who he was standing in front of.

"Oh my god. You're M.T."