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The Profiles: BTS

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First Member: 

Name: Kim Namjoon. Has an underground alias, "Rap Monster", that he uses when preforming as an individually-employed rapper for prostitute parties, deal/alliance parties, and mafia conferences. That, however, remains buried within his own conscious as he hides the knowledge of this from his subordinates. His surname, Kim, is muddled in the servers and has hardly any recognizable traces; despite this, it is common knowledge in the Korean mafia underworld that Namjoon's mother was once a working-girl for a mediocre gang that had its glory days of money, prominence, and notoriety back in the late 80s to early 90s. She was the gang's "last resort", using her entire life as a bargaining token and offering for formidable mafia lords and kingpins in order to seal a alliance or quench their sexual thirst. On one of these such exchanges, the tattered-clothes wearing young woman was offered to the right-hand man of a gang overseer; he was the main tactical brains behind all of the crew's operations and cash raids. His mother - oh, the poor lass, - was forcefully shoved into the meaty paws of the tactical advisor, who sweetly cooed in her ear that she was going to take good care of him or she would end up with her silk panties twisted and clogged in her air-pipe while she bled out slowly from slits on her wrist. Fearing for her life, the young broad did her best to pleasure the man, working the hardest in her life; by the end of it all, she was left wallowing in her own feminine angst at the fact that she had just lost another fraction of her dignity to another man. Lumps of nausea formed in her throat at the thought; she couldn't continue sleeping with more men for the sake of her own honor. As a result of this, she fled from the confines of the boss's chambers, never returning to the gang's sweaty brothel that she once called home. Weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant and decided to keep the child to serve as a reminder of the perpetual torment she was forced to endure at the hands of the climatic, insidious lifestyle she once found riveting and exciting; the newfound mother vowed to herself that Sunday night that she would never let her child willingly prance into the life of crime and treachery that she had. How oblivious and wrong she was; her son would grow up to become the spearhead and father of one of the most prominent, infamous, and feared mafias in the country. 

Age: 23. Showing intellect from the minute he was pushed out of the womb and completed his first assembly of a LEGO police station at the infantile age of 2, Namjoon was destined for a fame of intellectual proportions. His mother, at awe and overwhelmed with jubilance that her son wouldn't end up being as ignorant is her, worked herself sore as a waitress in a cooped-up diner in Anyang and managed to enroll her bright son into a prodigious/private high-school that had halls and halls of plaques dedicated to their alumni who graduated and became pioneers in the chemistry, entrepreneur, or diplomatic realm. Namjoon's intelligence allowed him to push through all of his classes with relative ease, easily skipping both his sophomore and junior years and becoming a senior at the spritely age of 15. However, after a while, the young man became relatively bored with the typical and tedious lifestyle of doing homework, projects, essays, and more homework; he started to become adrift from his close-knit table of 4 other eloquent young lads and hang out with the dubious and dark crowd, shrouded in a morality mystery. The young man wanted to be part of the "cool kids" group, and participated in many different hazing rituals that ranged from him snorting bath salts, gulping down seven "fireballs", and even smoking pot from the open mouth of a fellow senior girl. Namjoon's academic prowess managed to cause him a great fault; he couldn't see that these seniors were using him as their own personal jester and laughing stock, his gullibility paving the way for them to use him as their servant. Within time though, the young Kim realized that being one with the "cool kids" always had a not-so-cool problem that came with it: one day, well after midnight, Namjoon was invited to a "once-in-a-lifetime" party at one of the popular football (soccer) player's houses. Seeing that the invitation was extended for him to attend, the young man immediately surmised that after all of the ridiculous tasks that the popular goons put him through, he was finally one of them. However, when a giddy Namjoon rung the doorbell and entered, he was greeted by all of the "cool kids" covered in white hoods with Greek symbols on them. Immediately sensing danger, he attempted to blast out the door along with the bottle of tequila he brought in a crumpled paper-brown bag. One of the cheerleader girls blocked the way and wordlessly gestured for Namjoon to face the others; when he turned around, he saw the group of hooded teenagers part like the Red Sea to reveal one of the girls from the sophomore grade (which he hypothetically would have been in) laying down on her back, eyes bound shut with what looked like a wash rag. Her attire consisted of the junior varsity cheerleading squad's uniform, the cobalt-blue pleated skirt pushed up to her upper thigh in a more revealing fashion. Confused, Namjoon inquired why one of the kids from his age group were thrown into the mix; wasn't this a senior party? A series of ringing laughs erupted from the crowd of teenagers, the tinge of malice heavy in their timbres. One of the lead boys of the group emerged, his eerie hood still on, and said that "the final pact" that Namjoon was meant to complete in order to be inducted into their clan was to "become a man". A few seconds passed by before the bright young man could even process what the boy said; the realization then hit Namjoon like a wagon-full of bricks. They wanted him to have sex with a girl? Eyes frantically darting to the blinded female from his class, the boy noticed that she was whimpering and crying, tears streaking her pallid skin and her short-bob quaked with mortification and anticipation. Her arms were firmly tucked together and bound by some yarn that was a crude excuse for rope. Namjoon then put two and two together: this wasn't just sex if he did this, it would be rape. It was clear that the frightened girl before him was not only a virgin, but was coerced into doing this just like he was; they were two sides of the same coin, both of them needing to complete this sick sexual ritual in order to be initiated; her for the girls and him for the guys. Vehemently disagreeing with the group and barking that they were sick bastards for wanting him to do something like this, Namjoon made a sprint for the door. However, he was blocked off by the same girl who guarded the exit earlier, her roughly pushing him on top of the girl and causing the other hooded teens to quickly tighten their circle around Namjoon and the tied up cheerleader. They chanted and laughed, their mocking giggles and cackles ringing into the young Kim's earlobes; feeling traumatized, belittled, mocked, and irate, Namjoon immediately screamed and grabbed the bottle of tequila out of the brown bag, smashing it over the head of the boy who suggested the rape. With a reverberating thud, the boy had collapsed to the ground, the rough-sewn hood he wore bearing blotches of red and pink due to the glass fragments embedded in his scalp. Out of fear, the other hooded member fled the scene, exiting the house in a mob-like formation while wailing and flailing their hands. Breathing heavily after smashing the bottle, Namjoon immediately glanced over at the blinded girl; she was convulsing and frantically shaking her head, probably curious about what was happening. Sweat beading down his forehead, Namjoon rotated the smash bottle in his hands; he stared at the girl for a while, contemplating his choices. Without another minute of hesitation, the young man connected the jagged edge of the bottle to the girl's head, leaving her dead with holes on the side of her skull (each of them squirting out blood). Just because she was there with him didn't mean she was entirely a victim; she let them humiliate him. She let them defile him. Why should she experience mercy? Why should anyone experience mercy? This train of thought brought the young mastermind to the brink and pushed him over, allowing more sociopathic and deranged tendencies to emerge. He dropped out of high school following one week after the double-homicide he conducted, heading home and executing his mother with the serrated edge of another smashed bottle while she was making him supper. She wasn't innocent either. After all, she let him do all these things with the "cool kids"; she was an instrument who lead him to his ultimate embarrassment. Namjoon had wandered into the not-so-pleasant life of being a wanted criminal and truant, finding a respite in a sketchy strip-club on the outskirts of Incheon. Little did he know, a prevalent mafia-boss had noticed the underaged teen downing all those glasses of whiskey and cognac, and offered him a job as a scout for his organization. Finding the whole interaction to be one big joyride, Namjoon carelessly agreed; however, his tactical and analytical adeptness shined through on more than one occasion, saving the gang-leader form loosing an alliance, shipment, or meeting with the auditors. These acts caused Namjoon to rise higher and higher up in the ranks until he lusted for more power, cooly executing his boss in cold-blood and masking the entire incident like it was accidental. He built up his ex-leader's already relatively-well known gang until it was a national, billion dollar criminal-empire that many sought to be affiliated with. However, in this now super-boss's mind, he knew that all the people that begged to join his mafia were one and the same with the hooded-teenagers who exploited and demonized him years back. He would cooly accept them into his ranks now, but he knew one fact - one fact that keep him to keep pushing to the top - they were all victims that would fall to the evil power of fate eventually, just as the teens he murdered years ago would. Only he could rise to the top. Only he could be the best. Only he could be leader of this criminal empire.