777 (Lucky Stars)

RM ~ One

The disbanding was probably the hardest thing for him.

The members of BTS were in their late twenties and early thirties, and decided that they get a life before it was too late. Though most of them still worked under BigHit, J-Hope, Jimin and Jungkook working as a trio called "Summer Triangle," Jin and Rap Monster had decided to move on and did other things. Unfortunately, one by one they had to join the army.

They stayed in contact, sometimes Skyping and talking "face to face," but they were all too busy to organize an entire-group reunion.

Nam-joon took the worst of all of them, but hid it well, writing more raps than he'd written in a year. About parting, about loss, about getting over loss, et cetera. He spent a long period, six months, being depressed over not waking to Jin's snoring, Jungkook's foot in his face, or Hoseok jumping on him to wake him up. He no longer woke up to the camera in front of his face with the person who held it, usually Jimin, backed by a tired Yoongi, Tae-hyung still in bed sleeping.

For his own sake Nam-koon, seeing it as maybe a good idea, gave up his Korean citizenship and decided to move to America to start fresh as an American rapper instead of a Korean one. Upon settling down in Los Angeles, he met the woman who lived next door. On first sight, he found her quite pretty. Phuong-Chi Nguyen, a single, pretty Vietnamese girl who, coincidentally, loved jeans and pale tee-shirts.

After about two years of getting to know each other and Nam-joon's growing popularity in the US, he finally realized his love for Phuong-Chi and asked her out. It took him a few tries before she accepted and the two became inseparable. Phuong-Chi and Nam-joon eventually moved to a larger building together and got married three years after their first date.

It wasn't long before they had their first child; their only child. Nam-joon was overjoyed, loving the idea of being a father. So they named their child Soo-min, meaning a child of excellence and a bright mind.

And she was raised to be just that.

Soo-min, hearing four different languages as a child (Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean and English) eventually learned all of them and was especially gifted when it came to, not rapping per say, but coming up with things on the spot.

Nam-joon eventually began to teach his daughter more about music and singing, and Soo-min soon insisted that she take dancing lessons. Now and then Soo-min would come home proudly saying she mastered the dance for Blood Sweat and Tears, maybe the one for FIRE. Nam-joon would shake his head with a smile and pat her head proudly before asking how school went.

Phuong-Chi was busy those days, having a job as Nam-joon's manager, tour planner, and a part-time job as the founder of a group call the PCFA, of Phuong-Chi's Funding Association in which they raised money and collected goods to give to the homeless wandering the streets of San Francisco and Los Angeles.

To Nam-joon, it all passed so quickly.

He was no longer upset about the disbanding of BTS; he was actually, surprisingly, glad it had happened. Now an American citizen, he could live a happy life with his wife and daughter, watching her flourish and gain fame as great as his own.

In this country that she moved to called Vietnam.

And thus began the new popular genre called V-Pop.

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not so subtle mysticmessenger references