Jimin x BTS (Book 1)

Chapter 1

"Hello?" I ask as I pick up my phone. It's currently 10pm, and I'm waiting for my parents to get home from work.

"Yes hello, are you Park Jimin?" Someone asks.

"Yes, who is this?" I ask confused. They sigh at the other end.

"Son, I'm going to need you to come to the police station. We have some bad news." The apparent cop says.

"O-okay..I'm on my way." I say. I pause, not knowing what's going on. I have a gut feeling it's about my parents. I can't drive yet, so I call a taxi and 15 minutes later I'm walking into the police station.

"Hi, I'm Park Jimin, someone called me from here about 20 minutes ago." I inform the front desk lady.

"Yes, right over there." She points to a group of people. 3 are police men, one is a wealthy looking business man and the other is a normal looking man with a cut on his head and an arm in a cast.

"Um... hello?" I ask as I walk into their quiet conversation.

"Park Jimin?" One of the cops ask. I nod my head, my pink hair falling over my face. He bends down to my height and sighs, looking at me sympathetically.

"I'm sorry to tell you this son but..." The cop bites his lip and I feel my heart beat faster. "Your parents got into a car crash, they didn't make it." He says, a hand on my shoulder. I feel my racing heart stop. My breath hitches and my world shatters like a piece of glass being hit by a rock.

"No... no you're lying." I stutter holding back tears. The cops sigh and look at me worried.

"We're not son-" The cop starts but I cut him off.

"Don't call me son, you're not my dad. Where are my parents!?" I yell.

"They're gone Jimin. This man here is the cause of the crash." They point to the man with an arm brace and a cut on his head.

"He was driving drunk and smashed into their car." A different cop tells me. I look at the man with hatred. He doesn't even look at me.

Good, he better feel guilty.

I quickly let my tears fall as I quietly sob into my oversized sweater, my hands covering my mouth. One of the cops sets me down on a chair and rubs my back while I cry. They're gone... they're really gone.

"So-uh Jimin. This man here is the person who will be taking care of you now." They point to the wealthy looking man.

"Who are you?" I ask roughly. He kneels down in front of me and smiles apologetically.

"I'm a close friend of your parents. We've been friends since high school and kept in touch. A few months before you were born, they wrote in their will that I was the person to be trusted in taking care of you if anything were to happen." The man explains.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask nervously.

"I'm taking you back to Korea, where you were born. You'll be living with me and my 6 sons." He informs.

"Six!?" I exclaim. Someone got damn busy in bed.

"Haha yes, six. I'll let you stay in the hotel with me tonight while others pack up your stuff. Your parents stuff will come with us too." He says soothingly. I nod my head and hug myself tightly.

"Oh by the way, I'm Lee Minho. You can call me Minho if you want." He says as he stands up.

"Okay." I whisper as I stand up as well. The cops take the drunk driver away as Minho talks with another, signing some papers. I'm soon taken back to a fancy car where someone drives and I'm put in the back. Minho sits in the passage seat and it's a silent ride to the hotel. We go to the fourth floor and I sleep in the same clothes I'm wearing. By now it's midnight and in Korea it's 13 hours ahead of my time. I'll be travelling forwards in time and our flight leaves early in the morning. My stuff is currently being packed and flown to Minho's house as we speak. I wait till Minho is asleep until I let my quiet sobs fill the room. I remember my parents last words being Have fun at school, We love you!