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1. RM

"Help me," Namjoon cried, staring up at his father, blood on his hands, "I think I just killed someone." His father patted him on the back and gave him the look of the century. It wasn't as if this was wrong in his family - especially when Namjoon thought so. In fact, Namjoon's father often rewarded for when Namjoon did things like this, even when most of them were by accident.

"Calm down, Namjoon. You shouldn't be so loud with things like this. You never know, someone could hear you." His father whispered back, his voice a threatening hiss. His father was the boss of the Kim Mafia in Ilsan-gu, in Seoul, South Korea. Their influence hadn't reached far, but they were more than willing to expand it, and his father wanted to achieve plans for this.

Sure, in South Korea, there were heaps of other mafia's around and nobody was afraid to attack each other if means necessary. But the thing was, the government didn't really hesitate to arrest anyone who looked suspicious either. There was another Kim mafia family not far from here either, but they had much large impact on their environment and were much richer and much more terrifying than Namjoon's family.

They had a son as well, who was their heir, someone named Kim Seok-Jin. Their mafia area was in Gwacheon, a large city near Seoul. And to be honest, there was one more Kim mafia. And their influence was so large, that it made international news sometimes, and they also had a male heir, a boy named Kim Taehyung. Whatever the hell that meant.

But Namjoon was only told this by his father. And he loved his father, and sometimes he didn't. He had a lock mother who meant the world to him, and she taught him English by handing him a show called 'F.R.I.E.ND.S.'

He had a younger sister and he was so nice with her and they grew up being the best if friend and they did everything together. Her name was Kim Kyung Min and she grew up very pretty, and everyone seemed to take notice.

Growing up, he went to Apgujeong High School and his sister also went there with him. But he was super protective. Anyway, back to the story..

His father looked him in the eyes as Namjoon shivered and cleansed his hands of the blood. They were trying to torture someone to get information about something that Namjoon's father didn't want to tell him about. "Wait for me outside." His father told him and so he did.

Namjoon stepped outside and the warm autumn breeze hit him like something out of this world. As he looked into the afternoon sunshine, he saw a frightened little hare hopping along the ground. Sure, he seemed like a monster, but he definitely wasn't one.

He emptied his pockets and saw that he'd retrieved a bunch of coins from his victim and he thought for a second. He might of needed to buy dinner for his family. Then he looked down to the ground and looked at the broken window panes that flashed in the afternoon heat.

His father had gotten so angry one day, that he'd chucked his young son, out of the window and it hit him like nothing other. He'd ended up falling near the old apple tree, the one in the corner, and his father had yelled out that he was a disgrace to the Kim family and that he should be disowned. It was just a little fight. Nothing more.

But it didn't seem like such a little fight to him. Then he looked over to the old apple tree which he'd invited some friends over when he was young, and they'd gone camping right near it, in the dying of summer. They'd shivered all night long, but Namjoon reminded them that here was extra blankets in the house, but everyone was too afraid to step a foot inside because of Namjoon's father.

Namjoon sighed and sat down, on the rocky steps, as he gazed into the afternoon sun. His sister came outside and sat beside him, and grabbed both of her hands which's were encased with warm fluffy gloves and held his which warmed his heart. "Father's gone. It's an empty house at the moment, Nam." She told him, and she smiled.

And Namjoon got up, leaving footprints in the mud and made his way back inside, cleaning off his feet as he came inside. Kyung Min's soft brown hair blew in the wind as she entered the house after him and she then grinned. Her brother was returning back to normal. Or was it just those prominent regrets coming back to her once again?

She then looked down to her bracelet, her precious bracelet that Namjoon had managed to steal for her when they first came to Ilsan-gu, and she was so proud. Those intangible memories stayed with her until the end. And she didn't want to let go of it.

Namjoon collapsed on the couch, his father's deathly white couch and he reached for his shoulder wound with his opposite hand. His father had whipped him with his belt when he was ten and he had managed to escape with only a scar. He could have felt the growing anger in his bones that day. He was scared to let go of that feeling. And he always was.

Namjoon then managed to crawl into his room, and plug in his headphones and his microphone. Rapping was the only thing that calmed him down. In fact , his father actually allowed him to have this stuff and this, really allowed him, to be him.

And it was all that he needed about now.