Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

(Kismet)

Namjoon's POV:

The club was already packed when Jackson and I arrived. A couple of guys greeted me, hot girls tried to flirt with me, and haters say shit my back, thinking that I didn't hear them as we passed over the masses of bodies to the bar. Oh but I heard them all right.

They hating cause their own favorites aren't liked by people. You need to rap about life not about sex, money, and drugs. If you like to hear about that shit, then go turn on the radio and you'll hear plenty of it.

Suga, one of the few rappers in this club that I respect, is sitting down, a glass of beer in his hand.

"I'mma go find some chicks to dance with it. This beat is sick." Jackson yells in my ear. I nod and he leaves me alone, strutting like he's the hottest guy in the club.

Smiling and shaking my head, I put my hands in my coat pockets. My beanie was covering my blonde hair; a color that is fading but I don't seem to want to dye it again. I love having blond hair but bleaching it every time it fades, will make me bald and I don't think I want to be bald any time soon.

"Suga, ma boy!" I pat his shoulder and then sit on the stool besides him. He nods, chugging the last beer of left in his glass.

"Sup man. Ready to kill some bitches with your savage poetry?" He laughs. He knows that no one can beat me.

He's good as well but he doesn't give a shit that sometimes he doesn't even come to the bar. You need to promote yourself every Saturday night so that people know who you are. Many so call rappers come and go but someone who makes an impact doesn't it. And that's what I'm trying to do. If I can't do it to millions of people, then I can do it to a couple of people who love rap as much as I do.

"You bet. Tired of hearing that I can't do it on my own. But they'll see. Just because my father expects me to follow his footsteps, doesn't not mean that I can't live mine. I'll be a successful rapper one day, and this little shits will be lining up for forgiveness. " He laughs again.

I'm serious, wether he believes what I said or not. I'm finishing college but he has no idea what I have planned. He can't control my life; I do. I rather die then not live for my dreams.

I just need to endure a little more then I'm own my own. Father never cared about us, the only thing he cared about was making his company stronger. Well it is stronger now but the bond between us is weak. Even beyond week. There is no connection.

I see him as my sperm donor and not my actual father. The only father I had was mom's dad but he passed away. I wished every night for a month after he had died that it should of been my sperm father rather than him.

"You have five minutes until show time." The manager tells me. I nod and leave Suga behind. The nerves are settling in but I don't let them control me. Adrenaline is good, with out I don't have the drive that gives me the energy to diss society and people.

I grab the mic from the mic stand. People are staring to line up at the front. The usual people that are here to watch my performance, are the first to line up. A smile creeps on my face. They're like my fans in a way and I like that. As long as they hear my rap, is all good.

He says my name and the light shines on me. Before I get on my onstage mode, I catch a glimpse of the guy that usually sits on the bar stool, sipping on a cocktail, and smiling through all my raps. I'm glad that at least I know his name. After three whole months, I finally learned that his name is Seokjin. What a beautiful name.

'A good house

A good car

A good college degree