Pairing: none yet Part One was about how Jungkook and Yoongi came together, part two will be about Jimin and his younger sister Jinri. Part 3 will focus on Taehyung, Part 4 will focus on Namjoon and Seokjin, while part five will focus on Hoseok. And part six will feature the group as a whole. Leave comments and suggestions below and let me know if you'd like to be tagged. It's going slow now but will pick up soon I promise!
Jimin's world suddenly changed when Jinri came into the picture. He was only 3 years and 47 weeks old (he counted the weeks down to his next birthday) curled up on the couch in grandma's house beside Kimchi, an old Labrador that loved nothing more than to take naps beside the child as he watched cartoons. Grandma had just fed him a big lunch before letting him have TV time to settle his tummy when he heard the door bell. He and grandma never had many visitors, besides Mr. Choi who always brought them vegetable from his garden and told Jimin fabulous fairytales about dragons and Knights. The boy looked up at the clock and saw that the small hand touched the 3. Mr Choi doesn't come when the hand touches the 3. Jimin fumbled his way onto the floor, running towards his grandma who was walking towards the door. He was quite round, in the cheeks and his tummy but grandma liked him that way, she called him her little dumpling. With one arm wrapped around the elderly woman's leg and his thumb firmly held between his lips, Jiming watched the door open. On the porch stood a skinny woman, with blonde frizzy hair and hollowed cheeks, eyes the same shape as Jimin's own. He couldn't stop staring at her face, his own alight with wonder. "Hyosung.. You can't keep doing this." His grandma's voice was stern but not really, the same way it was when she tells Jimin cookies aren't good for him while opening up the pack of Oreos for him. Jimin's heart sped up at the name, he HAD seen this woman before except she looked a lot different. He'd seen her inside his Grandma's photo albums, dark hair and bright, chubby cheek smiles. This was grandma's daughter, his mommy. Grandma and mommy were talking, and they were getting quite loud but Jimin couldn't focus on anything but his mother's face the whole time. "Mama!" He called out softly without thinking, and Hyosung visibly flinched before looking at him. This time it was Jimin's turn to flinch. Her eyes didn't feel like grandma, no when grandma looked at him, Jimin felt warm and fuzzy and ready to cuddle. But when Hyosung looked at him with her piercing black eyes, Jimin felt like he'd done something wrong, like he needed to hide away. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in when she looked away again. He didn't look at her anymore, his face hidden against grandma's pant leg. When she finally said goodbye, Jimin listened to her footsteps stomping away from the house until the slamming of a car door and tire streaks could be heard. "Jimin, honey close the door." His grandma's voice was soft again and he complied immediately. As he closed the door, standing on his tippy tip toes to lock it, his grandma had settled into her rocking chair, small tears dripping down her cheeks as she looked down at the bundle of yellow blankets in her arms. "Granma? Why did mama come?" He was pouting, working his way onto the couch and perching himself on the arm rest as he watched the yellow blankets move. "Baby, this is Jinri. She's your sister." Jimin let out a gasp, his eyes open wide as a small hand reached out of the bundle, grasping at the air. He nearly fell off the couch as he stood on the arm of the chair, playing jungle gym as he walked across the coffee table to make his way to grandma's chair and immediately making himself comfortable on the side of her lap that the bundle wasn't resting on. He watched the tiny baby, whose face he could now see, as she drooled, the liquid dripping from her chin onto her blankets and Jimin wrinkled his nose. "Granma, she's all yucky!" She only laughed and shook her head while cleaning the baby's face with a tissue. Jinri held out her hands toward the toddler, waving her fist wildly as she whined. "Would you like to hold her?" The moment he held his new baby sister, he felt different. He wasn't Jimin anymore, he was Jinri's big brother. He felt like he had an important task of taking care of his baby sister who was just so fragile and really quite confusing. She didn't eat cookies or pay attention to Jimin's cartoons. She didn't like bubble baths and she cried when Jimin tried teaching her to do a hand stand. He often got frustrated with her, because she didn't seem to want to do anything Jimin wanted to do. Things changed though as they grew up, Jimin became the baby again and Jinri was his protector. When Jimin fell and scrapped his knees, he cried as his little sister cleaned and patched them up. When Jinri fell and twisted her ankle she cried for a few moments until he big brother ran to her side in a panic. Jinri hated seeing her brother worry so no matter what happened to her she lied, telling Jimin she was fine. It wasn't until he fell asleep, tucked into their shared bed that she'd limp into grandma's room and cry, having the old woman fix her up. This continued as they grew, Jinri always quiet by her brother's side, ready to jump in whenever he needed help much too grown for her age. Jimin however stayed childlike, bouncing around happy as can be as he received undivided attention from everyone in his life. Grandma, Jinri and all his friends from preschool would drop anything for him in the blink of an eye so he grew up quite spoiled, not with toys but with affection and love. Hyosung had never bothered to bring around Jinri's birth certificate or any legal documents to grandma's house so when the time came around, she was not able to attend school with her brother. Despite her grandma and Jimin promising to teach her everything they knew, she was heartbroken. Shortly after Jinri turned 7 years old, she sat dutifully on the porch everyday at the same time, waiting for her big brother to come home from school. This was Jimin's favorite part of the day because as soon as he stepped off the bus, all of his classmates watched his cute little sister run up to him and give him the biggest hug they'd ever seen! He knew they got jealous because he had the cutest sister in the world and it only made sense that they would be jealous. But today when Jimin stepped off the bus, no one ran to him. He saw the odd looks his friends gave him, they were used to waving at Jinri each day, and a small ache shook through his tummy. With a frown set on his face he ran towards his home, ready to hunt down Jinri and ask why she didn't come to him today. He wasn't used to not getting her affections immediately. Pushing the front door open he kicked off his shoes, calling out, "Jinri~ Jinri! Where are you?" He dropped his book bag on the floor, thinking for a moment. "Maybe her tummy hurt." Jimin sprints to the bathroom, "Jinjin! Are you hurting?" He peeks behind the door, frowning when the bathroom is empty. "Jimin.." His grandma's soft voice cracks as she calls out to him and he follows the sound to find her sitting on the floor mat he and Jinri share. "Grandma, where's Jin? She didn't come to my bus today.." Jimin's brows furrowed when his mother-figure started crying, soft sobs rocking her small frame. She tried her best to hold it in around the boy who was only 11 at the time but she couldn't bear lying to her baby. "Your mother and father took her away." Jimin had never cried so hard in his life, but that night was nothing but heartbroken sobs and wails as he curled up on the floor of his room. Even though grandma had tried to explain to him, it was just something too big for his childish state. Hyosung had come while he was in school and demanded her mother hand over 'the mixed one'. Jimin had been born to Hyosung and her first love Minho, but when Minho passed away in a car accident Hyosung could no longer stand the sight of the baby boy that looked just like his father. She started experimenting with drugs when her mother had stepped in and took Jimin away from her. Eventually she met Lucas, a white man from the US who had moved to Korea when a new street drug had begun to catch on, proving to be worth big money for the cartel he was involved in. He married her for citizenship and she'd become addicted to the drugs he was pushing. Jinri, a result of their relationship was an unwelcome surprise and Hyosung had sent her to live with her mother as soon as she could. But unlike Jimin, who grandma had taken all legal documents for and was his legal guardian, Hyosung had never bothered to keep Jinri's, simply throwing them away after her mother took the child in. So when Lucas got sick and needed bone marrow, the only person they knew for sure would match was his only child Jinri, this was the only reason they forcibly took the young girl from her grandmother but without legal documents there was no way the old woman could protest. She continued taking care of Jimin but nothing was ever the same again for them without the smiling babygirl they held so dear in their hearts. Jimin didn't see his baby sister until just days before his thirteenth birthday. His beloved grandmother had had a stroke in the middle of the night while they slept and it felt as though Jimin's entire life had been ruined all over again. Doctors and police officers tried so hard to calm the boy down but he couldn't control himself, screaming and throwing things as they tried explaining to him that grandma wasn't going to come back from the hospital this time. She was all he had and now he had nothing at all. It wasn't until the very young police officer whom let Jimin call him 'Hyunggie' told him that he'd have to live with his biological mother because he had no other family, Jimin remembered his sweet baby sister. Once 'Hyunggie' confirmed he would once again be living with his sister, his tantrum subsided and he didn't feel so much pain over the lost of his grandma. They reunited a few days after grandma's passing, she hadn't had a funeral instead being cremated with her remains split into two small necklaces, one for each of her babies. It had been a very tear filled meeting, both children clinging to each other as they laid on the dirty living room floor, sobbing loudly, a mix of anguish from losing grandma but also a small happiness at having each other again. The happiness was short lived however when Jimin quickly realized living with his mother was the exact opposite of living with grandma. When the children finally calmed, Hyosung waved her empty beer bottle at Jinri. "Get another-" she hiccuped, "and show him what to do." Her voice was cold, she didn't smile like grandma and she didn't regard them lovingly with pet names. When Jinri shot up as if she'd been kicked, grabbing Jimin's hand and pulling him to the kitchen silently as she took a beer from the fridge and opened it. Jimin gawked at her the entire time, shocked beyond belief. "Jinny.. That's adult stuff!" She shushed him quickly, rushing the new bottle over to her mother and taking away the empty one. Motioning for her older brother to follow her, they raced upstairs and Jinri pulled him into a tiny room that Jimin was sure used to be a large closet, because I didn't even have any windows. The room was bare except a few pillows and blankets on the floor with a small pile of clothes. "This is our room.. We stay here until they call us down." Her voice was soft but it didn't hold all of the emotion it used to. "Wh.. What are we supposed to do in here all day?" Jinri shrugged slightly at his question. "I think you'll be going to school.. I usually sleep during the day time, before dad gets home." Jimin furrowed his brows, "Jinri, how can you sleep in the day time? What happens when dad gets home?" Jinri chewed on her lip, looking down. She didn't know how to explain to Jimin how things were around here. It wasn't anything like grandma's house and she wasn't sure Jimin would be able to handle the drastic change. She didn't know how to tell him that their mom would nod out on the couch with a heroin needle in her arm, or other nights she'd scream bloody murder at an empty wall. She didn't know how to tell Jimin that they forced her to undergo painful surgeries, giving her bone marrow and blood to her father. She didn't know how to tell Jimin that that same man molested her and beat her whenever he felt like it. She didn't know how to tell Jimin she was more of a slave and less like a daughter. She didn't know how to tell Jimin her life was hell. Jimin was the last bit of innocence she knew and she didn't want to see him lose that pure nativity. His parents didn't treat him like grandma did, they treated him like nothing. They didn't look at him or speak to him, it was as if he was invisible. It was Jinri that woke him each morning for school and fed him stale cereal that Jimin didn't like at all but after seeing his little sister scramble around the kitchen in search of /anything/ for him to eat, Jimin never once complained about the food that he was sure went bad forever ago. He didn't throw tantrums or whine about wanting grandma's bolgogi because he saw how much effort his little Jinri put into making inedible food at least some what edible for him. He didn't stay naive for long, after returning from school one day to find his baby sister sitting on the kitchen floor, expressionless with welts and cuts littering her pale body and a broken glass bowl in front of her. He panicked, rushing up to his parents that sat on the couch watching tv and demanded to know what happened, the laugh his mother let out felt like a slap in the face. "Fuck off." The man had mumbled, nudging Jimin out of the way of the tv with his foot. Jimin cried more that night then he did even when grandma died. The more he focused on his sister, the more forms of abuse he could see. When he looked at her he saw complete fear in her dejected gaze and it made him feel absolutely sick. He began noticing the way Jinri was always certain that he had 2-3 edible-ish meals a day but that he rarely ever saw her eat. He noticed the way she shook as she dragged her feet on the floor as if walking took all of her energy but she was too afraid to stop. He saw this but Jimin couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. The round faced boy had never been exposed to any kind of negativity and as ashamed of it as he was, Jimin was far too selfish to fix anything. He loved his sister more than life, but he couldn't stand to see her everyday, broken and bloodied, so pale and thin that she looked like paper that would crumble at the slightest touch. As they got older, Jimin distanced himself from her, as much as he hated himself for it, he couldn't bring himself to protect her like he wanted to as a child. Instead he found friends and rarely came home, too busy crashing parties and sleeping at his friends house. Jinri's heart broke as she was once again alone in her parents home, neglected and abused but she refused to pull Jimin closer. She knew it was best he got out now and had a life because at this rate, she wasn't going to make it to age 20. She figured it would be better now if Jimin moved on and forgot about her so that by the time she did finally get the sweet relief of death, he'd be far too happy in his new life to react. Jimin was a beauty and both boys and girls rivaled for his attention, he was popular at school and around the neighborhood and no matter where he went, people gave him the attention he craved. He spent his nights hooking up with people who confessed their love to him, only to crush their hearts in the morning when he slipped out of the bed unnoticed. He'd found himself a nice set of friends but there were two in particular he was close to. Jungkook and Taehyung were both slightly younger than him but he didn't mind. Taehyung would talk to him for hours and hours without ever getting bored and Jungkook.. Well Jungkook never quite gave Jimin the attention he wanted from him but the older boy loved a challenge and he wasn't gonna give up till his little Kookie loved him back. They talked in school and hung out at the mall but never talked about their home lives, it wasn't that it never came up but the three of them equally shut those topics down whenever they arose. All Jimin knew was that Jungkook lived with his cousin and Taehyung lived with his mom and stepdad. All the two boys knew about Jimin was that he lived 3 blocks from the school. It wasn't until one day when Jimin was about 18 that Taehyung had dropped his older friend off at his house and he tilted his head curiously. Taehyung motioned towards the window where a frail girl with wide bloodshot eyes sat but quickly sprinted away once she'd been caught. "Who's that?" Jimin turned red and quickly tried to think of something to explain. "Ah.. That's my sister. She's not allowed to leave the house.. She's uh.. Sick." He quickly shot down all of his friends questions and ran inside, letting out a deep breath and falling to the floor once inside. He felt angry, angry that as much as he tried to have fun with his friends and forget his shitty family, now that she's been seen, people would get curious and call him out on it. "I'm sorry I.. I didn't mean to be seen.. Jimin.. I'm sor-" the girl stuttered and wrung her hands nervously only to be cut off by her brother snapping at her, "Just shut up Jinri. Shut. Up." Jimin immediately felt nauseous when his sister let out a pained gasp and ran upstairs with fear in her eyes. He'd never snapped at her before and she'd never looked so terrified in her life.
That was a bit longer than part one but mainly because this will play a big part into Taehyung's role in the group. Tagging: @Mavis2478