Stop & Listen. ;; Yoonmin.

;ONE.

John F. Kennedy International Airport
GATE C66 TERMINAL 4 BAGGAGE 2
Arrival: New York City, New York.
From Seoul, South Korea.

Just as Jimin was done collecting his luggage, he was met by a middle aged man. The man that Jimin had grown to know as his dad's best friend.

When Jimin was younger, his dad never failed to inform him about how great this man was. As a result, he would go on and on about when they'd work together in hospitals, performing brain surgeries, and saving countless lives.

Not to mention, he would inform Jimin on how they used to be a dynamic duo in the OR up until the point where they both got offered higher positions at opposing hospitals yet still stayed close friends.

So when Jimin was told that that man's family was the family that he was going to be staying with in New York City as he attended his second year of high school, It didn't surprise him at all. But what did suprise him, though, was that after being told how much of a disgrace he was due to him pursuing his dreams and not becoming a doctor like his parents desired, his parents still let him come all the way to America for this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Jimin scoffed at the thought. They just wanted to get rid of me, Jimin concluded.

As he stared at the man, he remembered how he had seen him in the pictures on his old man's desk. The man had the same carefree smile he had in the photographs. It was almost as if Jimin could see how his one arm was gracefully swung over his father's shoulders as the picture had displayed. But no— the man who stood before him was different. In the photograph, he had been shown as a teen. A teen who didn't have the stubble the man had now, the tired look in his eyes, the undercut with the now graying brown hair, the wrinkles in his forehead, and the white button down shirt with the black slacks and dress shoes the man was wearing now. But what stayed the same, though, was how the man's eyes would crinkle each time he'd smile. 

" Hello! You must be Yeongs boy," the man said as he pulled Jimin into a hug," I'm Hwan. Your father must've told you! You're going to be staying with my family and I as you attend high school here in New York. My boys are going to love you. "

Jimin squealed from the unexpected contact and hugged him back as he said," T-Thank you so much for taking me into your home. I'm looking forward to my stay." Jimin wondered if his dad had explained how much of a mess up of a kid he was due to him not fulfilling his parents wishes. Hwan nodded as he offered to take Jimins bags.

As they walked toward the exit, Hwan said, "My youngest has not been able to shut up about you! He's starting up his sophomore year just like you and also going to that school you kids are attending. My oldest, who's going into his junior year this year, has been trying to calm him down for these past two weeks, believe it or not. What's that school called again?"

"Fiorello H. Laguardia High School Of Music & Art And Preforming Arts," Jimin replied as he stepped into the front seat of Hwan's Mercedes Benz. What parent doesn't know what school their kids are attending? Jimin thought. He shrugged it off as a conversation enhancer.

" You kids sure do have it all planned out for you by going to that school. What are you majoring in?" Hwan asked him ask he looked to the passenger seat next to him.

" I'm majoring in dance and taking musical instruments as an elective,"Jimin blushed and looked out the window then he continued, "I've been playing the violin since I was 8 years old, and I've been dancing since I was 10. " Jimin finished at that. He frowned at the memory as to why he even started to play the violin— but he figured that was something that didn't need to be thought about right now. So, he continued to admire the city's grand appearance as the car strolled along the busy streets. It felt surreal, Jimin thought as they passed buildings that Jimin thought couldn't even go that high. He admired the unusual stands that were selling things such as food to handheld gameboys. He took everything in. The car then took a stop infront of a penthouse suite. The front of the penthouse said, " 32 East  1st Street. "  As Jimin studied the entrance, it had glass and metal contrasting the limestone façade. The two boys standing infront of the entrance caught his eye more than anything else.