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4. Kim Namjoon

"He was murdered."

"Shit no. Really?"

  Seokjin raised his eyes to look at him incredulously, like he had asked the most stupid question ever. Which he had.

"Well what else do you think?"

  "Suicide," he tilted his head, then raised his hand as a form of giving. "We got fingerprints and other evidence pointing towards that. Plunged a knife through his stomach."

  Seokjin threw back his head and gave a dry laugh as his hand pushed back his hair. That was the most stupid shit he had heard pointing towards his most logical friend. He knew Joon. That guy would rather live in a hell-hole than commit suicide because it was against his principles. And then, he had seen his death through his dream for God's sake. It was the most scary one he had yet.

  "What did you see?" The woman asked him in a calm tone. He aligned his eyes with hers to look through them before sighing. He never got the woman's name.

  "Namjoon was... a gambling addict. He had gotten rid of this habit later on- even the cigarette had been replaced with a lollipop to get rid of smoking. But..." He shuddered upon recalling that dream of his. The one in which he had seen his younger friend getting beaten by some men. "Gambling had cost him a lot. He lost so much money, a-and- when he was drunk, and owed some to these thugs and his life became so hard!"

  "These thugs, they used to beat him in my dream a-and each time they beat him more n' more b-but one day... one of them k-killed him," his fist tightened when he had recalled the very scene; Namjoon holding the knife to stop from plunging through his stomach but the larger man had pushed it in nonetheless. "It seemed that way," his voice became lower and lower with each word, the last one being barely over a whisper. "Like... suicide."

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  Kim Namjoon, 20. A broke man who worked at the gas station. With gambling addiction.

  After completing highschool, the first thing Namjoon did was to declare that he didn't want to continue university, wanted to rap and contribute in the music industry. That was enough to tick his father off and so, he was kicked out of the house for not agreeing to go to university with his prestigious graduation degree.

  At least Joon was smart enough to have been working part-time for the last two years of highschool so he didn't have to worry about money- for now. He spent the time looking for an apartment and work at the same time, being lucky that had found both consecutively within two weeks.

  Something else he found himself to be lucky in was gambling.

  Yes well, looking for a torn-down, old apartment also led him to find a den where he tried his luck on the forbidden game, recalling his childhood when he had played a similar game once. It was fun, gambling. Even if it only depended on risks and luck.

  Well, you gotta gain some to lose some and Namjoon did consider himself quite lucky.

  The job was at a gas station where he would earn below an average amount of money and saved some of it (a studio he had wanted to make), some on food and essentials, and when he'd have enough; gambling.

  His luck had already been quite something getting him through it. The man would come to the den like it was his second or third home, hanging around and checking if the stacks were worth a bet. And smoking. If anything, he wasn't carless. He thought before staking and thought of this game as one of strategy.

He was addicted.

  He did face losses here and there, along with the winnings and slowly came closer and closer to his dream until one day he decided to try his so-called 'luck' on something much more worth. For an audition.