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"Appa, we're gonna be late!" His daughter yells from the hallway before poking in her head to frown at his reflection, their black cat Seol cradled in her arms with a similarly disgruntled look.
Grabbing the black blazer, Yoongi shrugs it on and takes one last look in the mirror before joining her. "You look great, wait till my classmates hear you used to be a rapper!" Smiling, he ruffles her hair as they head to the car, only half-listening to her excited chatter as the screams of a different crowd echo in his mind... Millions and millions of fans all over the world, all professing their undying love for the seven of them, shining onstage like the brightest stars in the sky.
The crowd of elementary school children clap politely as he goes up on their stage, and looking down at the small sea of expectant faces, some curious, some outright yawning; Yoongi finds that he doesn't mind the difference very much at all.