Jimin POV.
Hi. I'm Jimin. I'm originally from Busan, South Korea. My family is moving to New York due to Busan being too "traumatic" as my father says. You see, last year I was involved in a serious car crash with my mom and dad in the car. Due to this, my mother passed and I was put in a coma, I have lost all my memories from basically everything. So now it's just me, my dad and my little sister Mina.
*in new home*
"Dad, how did you afford this? It's lovely." I say, Mina racing past me to claim her room. My dad looks at me and grins. "Well, that's for me to know and you to... never find out!" I laughed, and walked away to look at our new home. After I packed all my stuff out, I got to decorating my room.
*the next day*
I walk downstairs to see my dad in his uniform. He's a police officer, transferred to the NYPD. "Good morning, dad." Mina walks in. She's wearing a top that reads "Bieber is bae" and some denim shorts. "Mina, you can't wear that. You're going into your first day of high school. HIGH SCHOOL. They will rip you apart." She shot me a disgusted look before saying; "well, JIMIN. I can wear what I want." I rolled my eyes before opening the door to walk to school.
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Memories - Jikook
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