The Earthquake of 2016 | A BTS Story

Identity: Park Jimin

Jimin couldn't stop bouncing around and laughing. He was always a hyperactive kid, and he couldn't help it.

"Jimin, for the love of all things good, please stay still." His mother sighed as she fixed the table. Jimin tried, he really did. The ten year old swung his feet back and forth under the dinner table. He couldn't stay still for more than a second.

The sound of the doorbell rang, which caused Jimin to jump three feet and run to see who it was.

"Grandpa!" Jimin cheered and hugged his mother's dad. "Oh, you're so hyper today!" His grandpa patted his back and handed him a lollipop. "Just between us." He whispered, smirking. "Okay, okay!" Jimin jumped up and down and hid the candy in his lollipop. "Come on and see what mommy made!" Jimin grabbed his hand and practically dragged him across the house into the dining room.

"Wait, wait, Jimin! Grandpa's old and slow!" The elderly man laughed as his big hand devoured Jimin's small hand. "Maybe you should get skates then!" Jimin sat him down next to him, kicking his feet under the table, almost aggressively.

"Sorry he's like this, dad, the doctor said he has ADHD and I can't get him to STAY STILL for even three seconds." His mother shouted at him, and Jimin stopped moving for once. "Honjae, don't go yelling at him for something he can't control. It's certainly alright with me, it shows his youth."

Jimin giggled. "Grandpa, do you wanna see my room?!" He asked, obviously excited. "When will dinner be ready?" His grandpa asked his mother. "Soon, but go ahead." She waved her hand.

"YES! Grandpa come on, come on, come on!" Jimin grabbed his hand and tried running up the stairs. "Well hold on now, little fella, Grandpa needs his cane before we're goin' anywhere." His grandfather reached for his wooden cane and stood up. "Okay, let's go!" Jimin tugged him along, practically jumping up the stairs to his bedroom.