The Bellerose kids were born to Sabrina, a Seoul-born expatriate living in Michigan, and Marc, a French-Korean businessman working for steel magnate POSCO. Sabrina had stepped away from her job as a junior hedge fund analyst for JP Morgan to give birth to her baby boys. As far as openings went, it was as good as any; Monroe came first, then Redgrave, a minute later. And that was the way the first few years of life went, Monroe first, Redgrave after. They were boys in full domino effect. Monroe walked, and Redgrave walked a day later. Monroe spoke, Redgrave spoke back. Marc and Sabrina adored it, young parents all the way, and Marc found motivation to work harder and harder still, even earning himself a managing position that gave him a small percentage in the company. They were, for better or worse, set up for life.
So, when Marc died of a sudden heart attack at just 31 years of age, Sabrina was pretty lost as to what to do with it. The boys barely remember, really; their dad was there and then he wasn't. The funeral was quiet, a flight back to France that left them all too rattled to know how to function. ANd Sabrina, she wasn't sure what to do. The dividends from POSCO were enough to survive on for a while, but her children were only 8 at the time and she only a young 28. So, she did what she thought was best: she moved them to Seoul and started to work. Monroe and Redgrave found comfort in one another and, in time, the world around them. They both had an interest in music, taking up guitar lessons together until Redgrave took it too seriously; Monroe found it easier to play for himself, for fun, and got interested in other ventures with life. Sports, mostly, and thoughts of the future. Of life. His father may have died young, but Monroe was going to make sure he lived twice the life until he died, to make up for it.
For five years they lived in Korea, raised by their maternal family as mom worked herself through various jobs. She did what she could for them, investing their money after questioning their intents: Redgrave didn't want to forget his father and Monroe, he knew that he could trust her; he let her do what she thought was best and Redgrave demanded he kept his father's claim. Every day was a struggle, trying to make the best of things that weren't paying out yet; but Sabrina didn't worry about her own profits, no, she knew that eventually the nest eggs she was able to build from Seoul were going to treat her boys right. It wasn't until working for a bank that she got an offer to go back to AMerica, to make real money; at thirteen, the boys were moving to America again, Korea nothing more than a vague day dream where they had less than they could remember from their earliest years.
The move to Los Angeles was unique; a few children from other people who transfered from Seoul with the bank were neighbors with the boys.