The Earthquake of 2016 | A BTS Story

Area 2: Hospital

Three hours passed, between when the first earthquake hit, and when firefighters, police, and ambulances began to arrive. Helicopters flew over the small town of Ilsan, recording what was left of the small town.

"IN HERE!" Jimin heard someone shout. Looking up, his hands were cut and bruised, it was hard to breathe. He was stuck under something heavy, and the stranger was gone.

A tall, handsome, purple-haired man went over to Jimin.

"I'll help you get this off, okay?" He said, rather quickly. Jimin realized he was stuck under a rather-large piece of concrete. He started to cry when he felt himself bleeding.

Firefighters filled the broken flower shop, and helped move the concrete off of Jimin. Coughing, he spat up blood, and looked down to see a pole straight through his abdomen. He was impaled. "Are you okay, sir?" The firefighter asked the tall man. "I'm fine, yes, I-I think- there were other people in this store." He told them. "What is your name?"

"Kim Seokjin."

Looking around, Seokjin noticed a large ball against the wall. He ran over, and saw it was a boy with a gray hoodie and brown hair. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked loudly, since sirens and horns were going off in the distance. The man coughed and looked up. He was bleeding just above his eye and his forehead was cut. "Hey, I'm Seokjin, what's your name?" He asked him. The man seemed too shocked about the earthquake to properly process the information. "Come on, let's get out of here." He grabbed his hand and stood him up. Helping the man out of the flower shop, the road outside was split by the earth all down, every building around them collapsed into piles of nothing but concrete. Seokjin had a hard time breathing from all the smoke filling his lungs.

Seokjin handed him to a paramedic and continued searching for anyone else. He found the slow man, who had trouble counting, and grabbed his hand. "I'm Seokjin, what's your name? Are you okay?" He asked. He stared blankly back at him. "I've got a cut here." The man mumbled and looked down at his leg, and Seokjin's eyes fell onto the bloody gash on his shin. "Can you stand?" Seokjin asked. The man didn't answer so Seokjin wrapped his arms up under his armpits and pulled him up. "Lean on your other leg," He told him, and some weight was taken off his shoulder. Carrying him out of the old flower shop that was now nothing but a dusty foundation, two paramedics took him and started treating him. One of them gave Seokjin an air purifier for his nose and mouth to help him breathe better through the smoke and dust.

The smaller man that was impaled was removed from his original spot, and he was shipped off to the hospital in a wailing ambulance. Wandering aimlessly around, he remembered of a man with black hair that entered the shop briefly before the earthquake. He was standing in a corner, eyes wide and locked on the hole in the earth.

"Hey, are you okay?" Seokjin asked him. He turned towards him. "I don't think so." The man shook his black hair, and his eyes seemed unfocused. Seokjin wrapped his arms around his lower back, and the man collapsed against him. "Woah, okay," Seokjin took a deep breath. "It's okay, I've got you. I'm Seokjin." He told him, struggling to pull the man into the clearing to get help. An officer rushed over and took him to an ambulance.

Park Jimin Focus

Jimin woke up in a hospital. Hearing his heartbeat in the background and his Mexican Petunia's sitting in a glass vase on the table next to him, Jimin sat up. He cursed when he felt a lot of pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he was shirtless with a white bandage around his stomach.

A doctor entered the room. "Good morning, Park Jimin," He greeted him. "Do you remember anything that happened?" The doctor asked. "Not really..." Jimin sighed. "There was a mass earthquake in Ilsan, a number seven, a really strong earthquake. You were impaled, but a lot of people are dead. Ilsan has a population of about only six thousand people. You're in Daegu right now, the hospital's in Ilsan either collapsed or had to transport their patients to here. We preformed surgery on you from your parents, and you'll need to stay here a while to recover." The doctor explained.

It was a lot to take in, and Jimin was in shock of what he was told. Suddenly, there were knocks at the door, and the boy who he saw walked in.

"Are you doing okay?" Seokjin asked Jimin, walking over cautiously. "Seokjin, right?" Jimin asked. He nodded. "He brought you in, so I'll leave you to it. I'll return shortly for some medications." The doctor left shortly, and Seokjin sat in the chair next to Jimin's bed.

"I hope you don't mind me staying here..." Seokjin smiled awkwardly at him. "No, it's okay. Without you waking me up I might've died." Jimin laughed shyly, looking over at him. "I don't have any family, and I couldn't just sit at home when I saw what happened to our city..." Seokjin shook his head. "I'm sorry...how old are you?" Jimin asked. "Twenty-seven." Seokjin answered. "So that makes you my hyung. I'm twenty-four." Jimin smiled wide.

"A lot of people in our city died today, I'm just glad I could save everyone in that flower shop." Seokjin looked down, folding his hands on his lap. "Well, almost everyone..." Memories of the cashier and the owner falling into the cracks of the earth filled his head.

"You were in the shop when it happened?" Jimin asked. "Yes, I was buying myself flowers. I wanted something to strive and look pretty." Seokjin explained. "Flowers make me happy too." Jimin smiled. "Since I have ADHD I will smell the same flower every minute of the day and still be shocked at how good it smells." He joked, and made his new hyung laugh. "I helped most of the people get out of there, and that tiny flower shop was almost the only building that held, somewhat, within, like, three whole miles of the area." Seokjin commented. "Three miles?" Jimin's eyes widened. "A lot of people are calling us seven the 'lucky one's." Seokjin told him. "Seven...?"

...four days later...

Park Jimin Focus

"Oh wow, Seokjin hyung!"

Jimin slipped his shoes off at the door, eyes bolting all around the elder's apartment. For a small space, it was neat. Somewhat...

"I try, I do. It's really nothing special." Seokjin shrugged, venturing off to the kitchen to make some type of food. "What kind of food do you-" "I will honestly eat anything, Seokjin hyung, I'm grateful for what I'm given and have." Jimin interrupted him. "Oh, sorry hyung, I have a really bad habit of interrupting." He corrected himself. "It's okay, Jimin-ah." Seokjin told him. "You're free to look around if you'd like."

Jimin would very much like to. Wondering around in the bathroom, he opened a cabinet and found two razor blades, nothing else. It felt like snooping but Jimin couldn't really help it. He left the clean bathroom and found his bedroom, a decent-sized bed and a nightstand with a cute yellow lap. A desk sat in the corner beside a short dresser with a mirror on top, pictures and miscellaneous items scattered.

A few minutes later Jimin was done exploring, and he returned to the kitchen to ask about the bathroom.

While Seokjin was cooking he had rolled up his sleeves, and the first thing Jimin saw were red cuts scattered down both arms.

"I know this crappy apartment isn't much, but it keeps me safe." Seokjin rolled down his sleeves when he noticed Jimin had returned. "It does it's job as something to call home." He shrugged, stirring in noodles.

"Seokjin hyung," Jimin walked over and grabbed the older man's hands, making them lock eyes. "I know we don't know each other, like, at all, that well, but I found...I didn't mean to go through your things, but I found razor blades in your bathroom, and just now I saw your wrists-" "Aish, Jimin-ah, please don't worry about me." Seokjin interrupted him. "I'm okay, I promise. There's no need to worry, alright?" He smiled at him, but Jimin didn't smile back. He might not know Seokjin very well, but he automatically wanted to.

"But hyung-" "Don't worry." Seokjin said. "What would you like to drink?" He let go of Jimin's hands and turned around towards his fridge. "I have apple juice, soda-" "Water will be fine." Jimin sighed and sat down at the small dinner table with only two chairs. He rested his head in his hands and watched Seokjin, tears filling his eyes at the thought of his hyung hurting himself. His younger brother committed suicide, just two years ago, which lead him to move away from his hometown to get a fresh start and forget it all.

Apparently, his brother meant too much to him to forget...