The Earthquake of 2016 | A BTS Story

Identity: Kim Seokjin

Seokjin smiled at his mother as he turned his bike without training wheels, successfully steering and his bike didn't fall over like the previous four times.

"That's it, Jinnie! You did it!"

Seokjin giggled, his helmet strapped under his chin as his hands gripped the small bike, pushing his short legs to keep it moving. His legs moved more swiftly around in circles, picking up speed around the school parking lot.

"You're doing it Seokjin! You go! Momma's so proud of you!" Mrs. Kim cheered from the middle of the lot, recording with her phone, literally jumping with joy. His uncle cheered him  on from the other end of the lot.

Seokjin pushed his legs so the swervy bike moved towards the 'checkpoint', his uncle, which would result in an ice cream. His knees were scraped and elbows busted from previous failed attempts, but he desperately wanted ice cream, so he begged his mother to keep trying unknowing that this dedication would eventually lead up to a wonderful personality.

"You got it, Seokjin!" His uncle cheered, arms outstretched. The more speed Seokjin gathered, the happier he felt. The autumn wind was cold against his face, but the thirteen-year old couldn't care when he was close to winning an ice cream.

"Seokjin, pull the brakes!" His uncle shouted. Seokjin noticed he was getting too close to his uncle at too fast of a speed. Not knowing what to do his legs froze and he crashed into his uncle.

"Hyungsoo!" Mrs. Kim ran after her son to check on her brother. "I'm alright, 'sis!" Seokjin's uncle laughed as Seokjin started to cry.

"Aw Seokjin, baby, we told you to hit the breaks~" She helped up her son and gave a kiss to his cheek. Seokjin cried and looked down to see his knee busted (again), and the blood made him cry louder. "Oh come on, he deserves some ice cream now." His uncle smiled as he stood up, fixing Seokjin's bicycle and snapping his helmet off his head. His fluffy hair blew in the wind.

"We'll be done for the day, alright honey?" His mother gently moved his thin hair out of his face. Seokjin sniffled and continued to cry until it was official he was getting ice cream.