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Chapter One
Hoseok followed nervously behind his new friend Yoongi. The two had met earlier that week at school—Hoseok beginning his 7th grade year, while Yoongi was in his 8th. Hoseok and Yoongi were both new to the school, Hoseok because it was the first year of middle school while Yoongi was new because he had just switched schools with his dad moving houses. Hoseok liked Yoongi. He was sarcastic, witty, and appreciated music in a way that Hoseok really admired. Hoseok himself appreciated music more from the dance perspective, but he loved to hear Yoongi’s thoughts on songwriting and production. It was really fascinating and inspired Hoseok to learn more himself.
During their short week of friendship Hoseok felt that he got to know Yoongi well enough, but he couldn’t believe that he was following through with this stupid plan with his new friend. You see, Yoongi was dared by another one of their friends, Jackson, to sneak backstage at a concert and get someone’s autograph. Jackson was bragging and saying that he had done it many times, even showing them some of his autographs. Hoseok thought Jackson was full of shit, if he were going to be honest—but he liked the boy well enough. Hoseok wasn’t present when the dare actually went down, he only saw the nervous Yoongi as the aftermath. Hoseok didn’t even know whose concert they were sneaking into, he just knew that Yoongi looked super nervous but also super determined. That’s why Hoseok snuck out of the house while it was just himself, Jimin and the babysitter and decided to join Yoongi on his quest. The boy obviously needed moral support after all.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, hyung?” Hoseok whispered to Yoongi for what felt like the millionth time. “If one of the security guards catches us and calls our parents I’m done for.”
“We just won’t get caught then,” Yoongi replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
“Why didn’t Jackson come with us backstage?” Hoseok asked, noticing that the other boy had stayed outside. “He is the one who said that even if he got caught he wouldn’t get in trouble because his parents are so cool.”
“You know he is just trying to make himself look cooler. There is no way his parents don’t care. But also, he’s our lookout,” Yoongi replied. “He had to stay by the door to make sure that no one was coming our way.”
Hoseok nodded, even though Yoongi couldn’t see it since he was in front of him. He supposed that plan made sense.
“By the way, whose show even is this?” Hoseok decided to ask, having mostly forgotten that part of the equation until now.
“Only one of my favorite rappers of all time,” Yoongi replied, excitement very clear in his voice despite the fact that he tried to keep his voice at a whisper. “He is a rap icon and one of my top idols—Rap Monster.”
Hoseok stopped dead in his tracks. This couldn’t be happening.
It took a moment for Yoongi to realize that Hoseok was no longer right behind him, and he stopped and turned around to look at the boy who now had his mouth agape.
“What—“ Yoongi began to ask but got cut off by someone clearing their throat behind him.
“D—dad,” Hoseok stuttered out, looking past Yoongi.
Yoongi quickly whipped his head around, only to see the man, the myth, the legend—Rap Monster himself standing there. His jaw dropped open and his heart began to race in his chest. This was unbelievable.
It took a moment for Hoseok’s words to catch up in Yoongi’s brain. Wait—did Hoseok just call him…dad?
“What are you doing here Hoseok?” Namjoon asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Rap Monster is your father?” Yoongi squeaked out, looking back and forth between the two now in confusion.
Hoseok looked down at his feet, too afraid to make eye contact with his father. He nodded at Yoongi’s question.
“Hoseok-ah, I asked you a question,” Namjoon said, his patience clearly wearing thin.
“It was a dumb dare,” Hoseok admitted, shifting awkwardly in his position. “Yoongi hyung was dared to sneak in and get your autograph—er, well I didn’t realize it was YOUR autograph.”
“Is everything okay out here?” A tall man with dark messy hair and sharp-looking eyes asked, stepping out of the open door behind Namjoon—Hoseok figured it must have been a dressing room.
Before any more words could be exchanged, they heard struggling coming from behind them. Hoseok and Yoongi turned around to see Jackson being lead over to them by a man about twice his size and extremely muscular.
“Is this one of yours?” The man asked, dragging Jackson front and center.
“No—“ Namjoon began to say, but the man next to him spoke up as well.
“Jackson Wang what in the hell are you doing here?” The man said, walking angrily up to the boy and pulling him away from the security guard by his grip on Jackson’s ear.
“Ow ow ow, dad, please!” Jackson whined.
Yoongi and Hoseok couldn’t help but exchange a quick glance with each other—so Jackson had lied about his parents letting him get away with anything.
“I will leave you guys to it,” the guard said.
“Wait, before you go. Yoongi, I would like you to give this man here one of your parent’s phone numbers. They need to be informed as to what is going on,” Namjoon said sternly.
Yoongi gulped, but nodded and told the guard his dad’s phone number. Namjoon heaved a heavy sigh and turned to face everyone assembled.
“Why don’t we take this into my dressing room for some more privacy,” Namjoon suggested, gesturing for them to all file into the dressing room.
That was the last thing in the world that Hoseok wanted, but he knew that he wasn’t really going to be given a say in the matter. He quickly filed into the dressing room with Yoongi trailing behind him. Namjoon then followed in after, trailed by Jaebum and his son Jackson.
Namjoon and Jaebum took a seat on the couch and gestured for all three boys to stand in a line in front of them.
“So who wants to tell me what exactly went down tonight?” Namjoon asked, looking at the three boys in front of him expectantly—gathering that one of the boys he didn’t know was his friend Jaebum’s son, but he still didn’t know who the third was other than a name—Yoongi.
“Rap Monster sir, er—it’s my fault. I took a dare from Jackson here,” Yoongi admitted, still in shock that he was in front of his rap idol, but feeling bad that he clearly had just gotten his new friend in massive trouble with his father.
“And what exactly was this dare?” Namjoon asked.
“Well Jackson here dared me to sneak backstage at a concert and get one of the artist’s autographs. He said he does it all the time and has shown us some of the autographs that he got,” Yoongi explained, a second too late realizing that he was basically throwing Jackson under the bus.
“Is that what you are telling people?” Jaebum spoke up, anger very evident in his tone.
Jackson shifted awkwardly, but made no response.
“Jackson!” Jaebum yelled out, clearly not accepting his son’s lack of response.
“Yes sir,” Jackson replied, staring down at his feet. “I wanted my friends to think that I was cool.”
Jaebum sighed, shaking his head in frustration.
“I can assure you boys that the only reason that Jackson has those autographs is because I get them at work. Artists send me their albums signed because they are the ones that I’ve helped work on. I’m a producer and a songwriter. That is actually how I first met Namjoon here about a month ago,” Jaebum explained.
Jackson wanted the floor to open up to allow him to disappear through it. He should have known that his little white lies to his new friends would come to bite him in the rear.
“Does your brother know anything about these lies?” Jaebum asked, and then quickly added. “He isn’t here…is he?”
“No sir, Mark isn’t here and he doesn’t know anything about the lies,” Jackson replied. “He already has his established friend group and doesn’t want me anywhere near him at school.”
Hoseok and Yoongi looked over at Jackson in confusion—they didn’t even know that the boy had a brother.
“And you left Youngjae, Bambam and Yugyeom out of this as well?” Jaebum asked.
Jackson nodded.
“You have FOUR brothers?” Yoongi couldn’t help but asked.
Jackson shifted awkwardly on the spot and nodded.
“We are going to have a long conversation about your lying habit, even if it is just to impress your friends,” Jaebum added, causing Jackson to gulp but ultimately nod his head.
“I should ask as well, you didn’t drag Jimin into this did you?” Namjoon asked, turning to face his oldest son.
“No, dad. Jimin was sound asleep when I—” Hoseok began to say but then got cut off by the door to the backstage area opening.
It was the guard once more, but this time with another child with him.
“Jiminie, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asked in shock. “You were sound asleep when I snuck out.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Jimin admitted. “I was just pretending and then I followed you out and onto the subway.”
Jimin liked to try to do everything that his older brother Hoseok would do. Jimin was in his final year of elementary school and wanted to be just like his Hobi hyung.
Jimin seemed to realize who else was in the room though, when Namjoon stood up from the couch and crossed his arms over his chest.
“D—dad,” Jimin stuttered out.
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon said, shaking his head in disappointment. He couldn’t believe both of his sons had snuck out of the house that evening—he was really going to have to get a different babysitter.
There was then a knock on the door. Namjoon looked up, half expecting another kid to be dragged into the room but instead got the biggest shock of his life.
He hadn’t seen this face in about 14 years, yet it was still as handsome as ever. The man seriously didn’t seem as if he ever aged, just as youthful and beautiful as ever.
“Hello, I was told to come pick up my—Namjoon?” Seokjin changed his train of thought mid-sentence when he saw who was standing in the room.
“You know Rap Monster too?” Yoongi couldn’t help but ask—seriously, this night was getting weirder and weirder.
“You could say that…yeah,” Seokjin replied, hardly comprehending what words were coming out of his mouth—seriously, what was Namjoon doing standing in front of him.
“Well they obviously slept together,” Jackson mumbled, but not softly enough because everyone in the room heard him, including his father.
“JACKSON!” Jaebum cried out, standing up and pointing to a corner across the room. “I want your nose in that corner now!”
“Dad! NO!” Jackson cried out. “That’s so embarrassing!”
“No, that might actually be a good idea while the adults talk,” Namjoon added on, staring at Seokjin in as much of shock as Seokjin was staring at him. “Four corners, four naughty children in those corners.”
The four kids gaped at their fathers in disbelief…seriously, they weren’t 5.
“NOW!” Seokjin yelled out, causing all four boys to immediately stir into action.
“Hey Hank!” Hoseok heard his father call out for his manager. “I know this is an odd question, but can you stay here and watch the boys for a little bit. You just need to make sure they don’t let their noses out of these corners.” “No problem, remember you are on in 45 minutes though, Namjoon,” Hank reminded.
“We won’t be but ten minutes, the three of us just have things to discuss,” Namjoon assured, and then lead Jaebum and Seokjin into another room so they could talk without any little ears listening.
This was going to be a long night…