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Name: Park Jimin
Nickname: Jiminnie, Jimmy
Band/Solo: Bts
Journal: Jiminnies
Aim: #niggumimwoni
Age: 17 (Birthday October 13, 1995)
Year: Freshman
Sexuality: Questionable
Fraternity/Sorority/Dorms/Off-campus housing:
Dorms
Major: Digital Media and Technology
Clubs/Sports: BoxingBiography:
“Go home! You’re such a crybaby!”
Growing up, Jimin had no friends. Sure there was this girl who took him to the nurse’s office once when he was beat up behind the school, but she was a girl a few grades above him who he rarely saw anyway, and it was more of a chance meeting then something that could create a long lasting friendship.
There was that kid who he ate lunch with for three weeks, and they had played over at his house often (whenever Jimin brought up playing at the other boys house, the boy would quickly change the subject) and then on that Monday three weeks later, when Jimin asked a teacher what happened, he looked at him sadly and Jimin had to sit in the guidance councilor’s office and talk about his feelings.
Mr. Lim was the best and always told Jimin how special he was. He still remembers the day he was fired and the police that escorted him out of the building. That little bitch Hyerim was such an attention whore, and wanted Mr. Lim to only be nice to her. He didn’t understand why everyone was angry at him for yelling at her. Jimin had to talk about his feelings again and what he did when he and Mr. Lim ‘hung out’ together.
The only person who was consistent in his life was his mother. For most of his life it was only him and her because his father was away (he later learned he was arrested and in prison) and his grandparents on his mother’s side had passed away before he was born.
She always understood too; when he came home crying she would never say the word ‘crybaby’, she would instead hold him in her arms until she stopped crying, her soft singing easing his mind. Then she would give him chicken and rice for dinner, his favorite, and he would get to stay up a half hour later than usual.
He had a good humble home life, which is what he called it. Everyone else would probably say he was poor because he didn’t have much, his mother was once a secretary but after his father was arrested, she quit the job and the money problems began, she was able to get a job as a waitress, but that only slightly helped, so she also got a second job cleaning. Jimin wondered why she needed both because it meant less time she got to spend with him, but she was able to tuck him in every night, so he didn’t mind as much. Other kids may have had more and they always complained about not having enough, but since it was what he knew, he felt living ‘humbly’ was best.
As he got older, the insults only got harder, and more physical. His day wasn’t complete if he wasn’t slammed into the wall or shoved down the hallway. The teachers seemed to turn a blind eye, and he always came up with some kind of excuse for his mother, calling himself a ‘clumsy kid’ and that he would handle it if anything came up. Even though she may have been able to make the teachers’ pay attention and calm the beatings down. Jimin only thought it would get worse, and got better at hiding his wounds.
“But you liked it didn’t you?”
“I… I d-don’t know.”
The cross over from child to teenager brought many changes for Jimin and his mother. A broken arm from falling (a lie of course), brought his mother the first man in her life in over thirteen years.
He was not a doctor, or any kind of medical personnel what so ever, but he was in the hospital parking lot when she met him. He was a former solider that since now he was discharged, did various security jobs. They never married but within their first year, Jimin had a little sister to look after.
However, all the time he could’ve spent bonding with that little bundle of joy was spent in the gym, where he was put to work. His step father, or whatever he was, knew the signs of someone being bullied and didn’t want ‘a faggot for a son’ who couldn’t stand up for himself. Jimin didn’t know the word he used, but he knew his mother didn’t like it, he could hear her screaming whenever it was used in front of her from the other side of Jimin’s closed door, and then a dead silence. He knew the kids meant no kindness by it from the nasty tone they spat out when they labeled him as one. He had enough.
At the age of fifteen, he was invited to his first party. Two punches, one to the face and one to the groin got him there. He cried after though he wasn’t touched, scared that he was actually able to cause that much pain towards anyone. No one called him a cry baby anymore. At least not to his face.
This party was pretty much everything he thought it would be. He had watched enough teen movies to know the drinking, and partying that was going on, the sex acts in their little brother’s bedroom, that one girl from World Studies throwing up in the toilet… He himself was pulled into seven minutes in heaven. She was pretty, he was scared. She was experienced, he didn’t remember any time he had been this close to a girl. She kissed him, he didn’t know how to feel.
So maybe fleeing from the house after that happened wasn’t the best idea. He was buzzed and didn’t know how to get home from where he was, it was too dark. One of the guys from school picked him up and offered to take him home. The guy was sober so Jimin accepted, and got home safely.
That night, Jimin lied awake in bed, crying for no reason. That night was his first kiss from a girl, and his first from a guy.
It turned out that the girl he kissed was what people thought of was one of the prettiest girls in the school. He didn’t know that when he kissed her, in fact he had blocked most of that night from his mind. The thing he couldn’t block was the last kiss before he ran into his house. He wanted to but it seemed to stick there and it wasn’t going away. However no one knew about that. They still called him that dirty name anyway, because who runs out on the prettiest girl in school once she kisses you?
“Who the hell do you think you are!”
Even after he stopped being forced the routine continued where he would go to the gym every day, lift weights, work out hard, do whatever it took to make himself stronger. He began to even take a few classes in boxing and capoeira that had been offered. It was obvious he wasn’t the small scrawny kid that everyone saw him as, but he kept to himself, quiet as always, trying not be seen, though it never worked out for him as well as he wanted it to.
It didn’t work well around the house either. His step-father had never been a really nice guy in Jimin’s eyes and a terrible father. In terms of who was the male figure in his little sister’s life, it was Jimin himself, who although in public never put on a manly front, when he was around his sister he tried to be the best he could to replace that father figure in her life.
One night he heard that ugly word again. He had heard it so many times that he wondered if his step-father knew any other name for him besides that. He heard his mother go silent again.
He had just received the greatest thing he could ever dream of, a scholarship (because he wouldn’t go to college without one he couldn’t afford it) to the school of his dreams Yonsei. He would legally be an adult before the end of the year and there were only days before he would be on campus. Though it was only a few miles from his house (he could bike home if he ever needed to) so he was done, he was going to give his step- father a piece of his mind and stand up for himself and his family. He opened the door to his mother’s bedroom, she was in the corner sobbing quietly, his hands were balled into fist.
He blacked out and all he knew was that his black eye matched his step father’s at the station, and again, for the second time in his life did he see a man if cuffs, and the third man in his life was in prison. This time he wasn’t angry, he wasn’t sad, not even happy. He meant nothing to that man, and that man meant nothing to him.
A few days later (black eye still intact unfortunately) he found himself settling into Yonsei at the dorms, with a piece of mind that his mother and sister were safe.
Personality:
Now that Jimin is in college he would like to be a blank slate, but it’s difficult. He can’t change who he is, and what he has grown to be. However he wants to leave that wimpy kid who would cry even when he was the one handing out the beatings to other people. That may be part of the reason he took up boxing as his choice sport (he got in on an academic scholarship but thought he had to pick up a sort and he’s no good at anything else), a punching bag can’t feel a series of punches, right? He is however reluctant to step in the ring with anyone and spar.
He’s quiet by nature. Really, he wishes he was one of those cool kids on campus being loud and laughing and having fun cracking jokes with each other. He wishes he was envied by his peers for being the one to spark enlightening conversations or always give the right answer in class. In truth he has a slight stutter which comes out naturally, but it’s enhanced when he’s nervous and having eyes on hi and the spotlight on him makes him extremely nervous and it’s hard to get the words out. It’s always been a hard habit to kick, but still he can’t do it. Honestly, sometimes he prefers text, IM, Kakao or any other form of communication where he doesn’t have to look you in the eye sometimes.
This nervousness doesn’t become worse or better whether he’s talking to male or female. To be honest, he’s never had a real or normal crush in his life, and he’s really unsure about his sexuality. That person is attractive yes, but he can’t imagine being in a relationship because he’s never been in one, and the ones on television are so unrealistic, that he doesn’t even take those as examples. Sometimes it seems like he’s incapable of falling in love with anyone, but he feels like it’ll happen to him.
He does however love. He loves his friends and even more he loves his family. His mother a shining beam of light in life who he tries to visit daily. His little sister, Sumin is his lifeline and he’s pretty much dedicated his whole life to her. If he’s ever missing, chances are he went home for a little while since he doesn’t live too far away from campus. He wishes he could just live from home but his mother demanded that since he’s getting a full scholarship he should also get the full college experience.
He’s a big fan of video games and digital media (hence the major) and his favorite game ever is Final Fantasy IX. He loves the whole franchise but he can play that game and never get sick of it. In fact he worked his ass off for extra money just to get a cheap PSVita (oh it broke his pockets) so he can play it anywhere. His favorite character is Vivi and well, he wants to be like Zidane, but that’s an impossible dream so he aspires to be like Vivi. His other dream is to get a game system beyond a PlayStation 2.
Dancing is something he’s entertained the idea of. He does capoeira so it wasn’t that hard to learn some choice dance moves, and then get pretty good at it. However he does it for himself, because again those nerves stop him from performing in front of large crowds like he’d like to do someday. Catch him in the studio though and he’ll freeze up like a deer in the headlights. Not many people knows he actually dances.
He can fend pretty well for himself when it comes to food. Granted he’s not busting out gourmet meals anytime soon, but he can mix a few things up. Bibimbap is his specialty, probably because it’s the easiest to make, and well chicken rice? It’s a reminder of home and his favorite ever. He also really loves sweets but has a hard time making them. He can spend an hour or so on dinner, but dessert is an all day process that usually ends with him going to a bakery late at night and picking up whatever’s left. Besides what’s left at the end of the day is usually cheaper anyway.
What's most important to Jimin? He's happy now, and he's growing into himself. He's not gonna let that be taken away.