2018, almost 15 years after the Tsunami.

His name:
Yes, we know. You already knew his name: Park-Ji-Min. But do you know the meaning behind his name? Or who gave him the name? Take notes: It was Jimin's grandfather who came up with the name. The syllable "Ji" in his name means wisdom and "Min" means the sky. Together, the name "Jimin" carries his grandfather's wish for Jimin to become a good person whose wisdom reaches the sky.

His dog:
Jimin and his family used to have a pet dog named Tho-Soon, though the dog has since "crossed the rainbow bridge". Tho-Soon was a mix between the Korean Jindo and a pit bull terrier. Jimin recalled Tho-Soon to be a cute and gentle dog!

His scar:
Jimin revealed that he has a scar on his right eyelid — and that it causes his right eye to swell. The scar comes from a childhood accident, when he smashed into a toilet as a young boy. Jimin ended up with an open wound that needed 8 sutures to close up. While the scar used to bother him, Jimin shared that he has come to embrace it once ARMYs began seeing it as an endearing trait of his.

His special skills:

"What the hell are you reading that's causing you to get that red???"

You snatched the phone from your mother's withering hands. You squinted at the HD photo of Park Jimin's bread roll abs and the caption that read, "Korea's sexiest mochi!".

You snorted and threw the device on the bed.

"Why are you do obsessed with him?!"

"Like for real, mom- it's scary."

Your mom scoffed as she searched the covers for her phone.

"He is a sweet, gentle boy! He's only 3 years older than you..."

You gave her a look that said, hell no and please at the same time.

"And he's cuteeee,"

"Mom!"

Your mom laughed and pushed up her reading glasses before opening a magazine labeled "VOGUE:Korean-Canadian chef taking over the world!".

"You look so pretty on this issue's cover," you glanced at the magazine and smiled sheepishly.

After your sister, Jennie, perished in a Tsunami during her first day as a nurse, you and your mother moved to Canada to be closer to her sisters. Your aunts, a retired baker and a widely known chef, taught you to cook and bake as soon as you stepped in the house. You were souffléing at age 7. Your first cookbook was published at age 11, your first tv cameo at 12, and your first famous restaurant at 17.

You were nearly 21 now, and already had cookbooks in every Canadian, American, and Korean home. A celebrity? Yes, but unwillingly.

You sweeped your hair into a tight ponytail and replaced your clear glasses with Chanel sunglasses. Your mom handed you an agenda containing your tight schedule of catering gigs.

Shawn Mendes and Rachel McAdams were both flying in to see relatives, Rachel had 2 dinners scheduled while Shawn had one brunch and one dinner.

The phone rang. Your mom slipped out of bed and into her Uggs then walked towards the phone on the windowsill.

"Hello?" Your mom answered, then held the phone away from her face, looking at you.

"English,"

You narrowed your eyes and took the phone,

"Why are they calling the Korea line, then?"

"Hello?" You answered impatiently

"HI MY NAME V?!" The caller screamed through the phone.

"Jesus Christ, Mom! You could've warned me!" You held the phone away from your face.

"Was that a question?" You asked the caller.

The line was silent.

"Hello? Hello?"

"Hello?" A new voice answered, this time in Korean.

"Oh! Good Morning? How can I help you?"

You mouthed a What The Fuck to your mother and picked up a pen and a notepad from the desk beside you.

"Hi, sorry about that, this is Kim Seokjin of Bangtan Sonyeondon? I'd like to make a reservation for two at your most famous restaurant."

Your eyebrows grazed your hairline and your jaw hung loosely.

"Uh, Bangtan Sonyeondon as in BTS?" You stuttered, making eye contact with your mother, who was by your side in a millisecond.

Kim Seokjin made a high pitched squealing sound into his phone that caused you to cower. He was laughing...?

"Yes, that's correct. Please keep the security to a minimum."

"When would you like me to put you down for?"

"Hm?"

"What date would you like your reservation?"

"Ohh, today- Taehyung-ah, ask when we land- sorry just one moment."

You scribbled down on your notepad, ignoring your mom's breath against your ear. Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung. You couldn't help but egotistically wonder if they were flying out to eat at your restaurant.

"HELLO" the deep voiced one, Taehyung, was back.

"Hello," you greeted amusedly.

"Please put us down for a 2 pm lunch. Ah- and we might have someone else joining us, so make sure there is an extra chair."

You winced, the restaurant was already filled to capacity.

"I will do my best to make sure all your needs are met. Today at 2 pm." You repeated.

"Shei shei shei shei shei shei...." Taehyung trailed off, followed by a loud groaning or yelling noise. You hit the speaker button, unsure of when Taehyung or Jin would return, and began your journey of indecisiveness and the picking of shoes and dresses.

You heard a glass shatter.

"Mom?!" You called out, snapping your neck in the direction of the noise. You slid towards the phone on the dresser, leaning your ear next to the speaker.

"Hello?"

There was no answer, just shouts and jumbled words.

"Hello? Who is this?" yet another new voice answered, this time a groggy, tired voice.

"Choi Y/N, who's this?"

"Min Yoongi, why are you on the phone? Who was talking with you?"

Your cheeks reddened, Yoongi was your bias, despite the fact you weren't very into BTS, so you told yourself.

"I-Uh, Taehyung?" You piped, voice higher than usual.

"He must've forgotten to hang up... Sorry about that. Bye," he hung up.

"Bye!" You said, after the fact.

A/N: Don't hit me, bitch. Idfk where to end a chapter.
Please don't forget to star and add to your library on your way out :))))