Jimin

* Giving genuine, heartwarming advice to those who are in need, feeling sad or angry, or whoever needs a hug

### Dislikes:

* Seeing others sad or mad
* Unable to make others smile and laugh
* Not being perfect
* Feeling worthless
* Bullying and abuse of any type
* Rudeness

### Powers / Skills:

* Charisma (after gaining self-confidence)

## Appearance Information

### Last Episode Debut:

***We Are Bulletproof: the Eternal***

**Jimin Park** is a journalist at the Seoul News One Broadcasting Station; known for his unfaltering kindness and selflessness. However, he is constantly reminded by his tormentor, the vicious weather forecaster, Tae-moo, just how humdrum everything from his looks, to his circumstances, to his outlook is. Despite him receiving constant belittling, Jimin starts feeling like an outcast from society: uninteresting, invisible, and unremarkable. That is until Tadashi is introduced to the narrative. He is everything Jimin is not: impeccably glamorous, naturally handsome, and brimming with confidence. Tadashi commands Jimin to take charge of his life and live freely.

## **Physical Appearance**

Jimin is an extremely beautiful young man, with striking androgynous looks. He’s perfectly balanced between femininity and masculinity. His general appearance is alluring -- his sculpted face, with feminine features, and his petite-framed slender body. He has an oval face shape. A reversed egg shape, narrowest in the chin and widest in the middle. With the jaw narrower than the cheekbones, this face shape doesn’t feel intimidating, but rather refined and friendly. Also, with wide cheekbones, the attention is first drawn to the upper part of the face (such as the eyes and forehead) and then guided down to the narrow chin and his luscious lips. He isn’t the tallest person, but standing at 5'9", he can be a little intimidating.

At the beginning of the season, Jimin’s attire reflects his outsider status, characterized by ill-fitting clothes and a lack of fashion-consciousness. His muted-color palette and utilitarian choices echo his reluctance to conform to Tadashi’s standards. As Jimin learns the importance of dressing to impress, he adapts Tadashi’s signature style elements. This is evident in how Jimin incorporates tailored blazers, statement accessories, and bold prints into his outfits. The transformation is not just superficial; it represents Jimin’s acknowledgment of fashion’s impact on his personal and professional life.

## **Personality and Traits**

Jimin is a complicated fellow to say the least. If anyone was asked about him, they would find that they know very little about him. He is a rather quiet, and shy sort who keeps to himself most of the time. This is due to him being riddled with insecurities. A lot of his insecurities stem from his self-love. He’s not exactly forthcoming about himself. But it’s clear that he holds a lot of pain from his past. More often than not it is a dreary sigh which leaves Jimin’s lips; a dejected exhale frequently followed by some pessimistic observation or down-hearted comment about himself. He sees others and aspires to be them, to dress like them, or laugh like them, only to give a gloomy shake of his head and know that he could never match up. Humble would be putting it nicely, while 'insecure', 'discontent', and 'complaintive' might all be more accurate descriptors. His view of himself is heavily skewed. He sees only the worst aspects, rarely accepting compliments about the good. It’s not that he thinks he’s worse than the next guy to walk by, rather Jimin *knows* he’s worse. He is particularly hard on himself. He has insecurities about his self-confidence, vocal skills, as well as his face. He is particularly disheartened by this and starves himself, and eats only small portions of food before work. He follows a strict diet, where he will go days without eating. Jimin declines invitations to eat dinner with his friends, afraid he would gain weight. Apart from overwhelming thoughts of weight loss struggles, Jimin is harsh to himself when it comes to working as well. His concerns are always connected to his job, and the constant need to improve himself. Jimin’s path to self-love has been an arduous one, but he has come a long way and is trying to let himself know that he can be loved, in his own words.

Jimin is, at his core, a gentle soul. He can be rather kind towards others, and avoids confrontation like it's the plague. Indeed, he can't really confront others. He often times just puts his head down, and just tries to get through it when being confronted by someone. He doesn't have the heart to give bad news to others, like if your cooking is terrible, he can't tell you that, and will instead eat it all without complaining. His kind-hearted and gentle side is especially apparent when it comes to children or animals. Indeed, he's quite the softy. Jimin is very fearful of hurting others, especially since what happened with his father. But once again, he keeps these things to himself. He doesn't want to burden anyone with his problems, and prefers to deal with them on his own.

Jimin genuinely believes that there is good in *every single human-being in the world*, even those who are downright evil to the core. This is one of his core beliefs. He believes that, deep down, everyone wants to strive for love and peace. Even when he gets genuinely pissed-off, he refuses to swear and doesn't raise his voice. He is such a nice person that it makes him completely incapable of seeing the worst in other people, Tae-moo specifically. Even when dealing with cold-hearted people like Tae-moo, he is nothing but polite and friendly to the people he meets. He even sympathizes with Tae-moo when he tells him his mother died and clearly sees him less as a monster than a weak-willed and not very bright man who was drawn into evil.

It’s no surprise Jimin has a rich fantasy life, and frequently dreams of becoming like someone else. Everything changes with the arrival of Tadashi. Tadashi is the fantasy that Jimin represents; he’s everything Jimin wants to be: he’s sophisticated, glamorous, and seductive. Through Tadashi and the gang, Jimin’s process of finding his own voice culminates with his enraged explosion at Tae-moo, in which he curses Tae-moo for his years of abuse and abasement. Jimin possesses the sense of self-worth he previously lacked. The self-actualization he achieves transforms him into a happy, successful, independent man. After being voiceless for so many years, Jimin is finally content, fulfilled, and self-sufficient.

Jimin considers himself responsible for the untimely demise of Tadashi, and it hangs over, even giving him an emotional breakdown. Losing Tadashi is a truly irrevocable loss for him. It affects him so badly that in Season 2, is still distraught about it, several years later.

## **Role in Season 1**

### ***Strangers in the Night***

Looking into the mirror, seeing the reflection of three of his worst tormentor Tae-moo. That man is always making fun of Jimin for his clothes and physicality, telling him that he was just a “pussy” that can’t do a “real man” sport. “Looky here,” Tae-moo says as he moves closer to where Jimin stood. “My little baby seems to be lost. He really thinks that he belongs here with the rest of the Broadcasting Station,” Jimin turns around to face the man as Tae-moo begins to walk towards him. He remains silent until he stands right in front of the smaller male. “Wait, I don’t see a baby here. All I see is a little bitch that thinks he’s better than everyone.” “I’m just trying to work. I can leave if you want to use the room,” Jimin says, while backing-up away from him. He knows Tae-moo hated him, but Tae-moo usually just made small remarks to him, never going out of his way to find him. Suddenly, Jimin feels the cool surface of the mirror on his back, realizing he can’t back up anymore. His head shoots up as he hears an evil laugh from his tormentor. “Awe, my poor baby is scared. I can smell the smoke in that scent of yours.” Tae-moo looks so angry as he taunts Jimin. “I’m not scared, I just want to be left alone. I’ll leave, I promise to stay away from you.” Jimin looks down at the floor trying to ignore his racing heart, concentrating more on controlling his breathhing. He takes a few deep breaths which becomes useless as he hears Tae-moo step closer. Jimin doesn’t know why his tormentor is even here. Tae-moo gave a hearty laugh replying, “I think I should stay.” Jimin’s heart rate increases faster than he ever thought was possible. The taller male is closing in on him and Jimin is truly scared now. Tae-moo grabs Jimin’s hair, yanking his head back. This forces the smaller male to look right into Tae-moo’s eyes. He notices there are flecks of red throughout the usually dark brown color, and that truly frightened Jimin. If the bigger boy had red in his eyes, that meant he would become uncontrollable. “Awe, little boy, I’ve told you time and time again that you should just leave this Earth, but you never listen.” The snarl coming from him sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine. “I’m not a little boy, Tae-moo. Just let me go!” Jimin regrets screaming at the bigger boy almost instantly as he feels a strong smack to his cheek, forcing his head to the side. He feels something move closer to his face and belatedly realizes it was Tae-moo when he leans down and whispers in his ear. “Oh, but you are. You are just a little nobody that needs to be put into his place.” Jimin feels a single tear begin to fall from his eye, shaking his head as Tae-moo turns his back on him. The grip in his hair loosens just to feel Tae-moo’s hand move down to his neck. “You walk around flaunting your body trying to pretend that you’re a big, strong pretty boy. The least I can do is show you that you aren’t.” The hand around his neck starts to get tighter the more Tae-moo speaks. “You’re not a hot-shot, Jimin. We all know that you’re just a cock-sucking nobody walking around trying to seduce those around you. You think anyone here is your friend? They’re not; they just feel bad for the *freak* with no friends.” It becomes harder and harder for Jimin to breathe. He tries to pull on Tae-moo’s hand, but it is no use. While they are both men, it is clear which one is the strongest and that scares Jimin. There has to be something he can do to get out of Tae-moo’s grip but his vision begins to blur. In a last desperate attempt to get out, Jimin begins to wildly kick not caring what he hit, as long as he hit something. Thankfully his foot does come into contact with something and as soon as his foot hit, the grip on his throat loosens enough for him to move. While he is still dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he doesn’t care and starts running for the door. He is less than a foot from grabbing the handle when he feels a hand in his hair, yanking him back, causing him to land flat on his back on the ground. His thoughts are interrupted by a yank to his hair moving his face to look at his tormentor once again, the red more visible than before. “You’re *pathetic*, Park. If you were truly a *real* man, you wouldn’t be here on the ground in tears, begging for me to leave you alone.” Tae-moo takes a better hold of Jimin’s hair and then slams his head into the ground. Jimin can only concentrate on the ringing in his ears and the laughter that seems to be echoing in the room. Tae-moo spits right on his face before standing up and saunters away. Jimin’s ears continue to ring as the pain in his head becomes almost unbearable. His sides are throbbing, breathing becoming labored, and his vision even blurrier than before. He can’t stop the tears that are now flowing freely. What had he ever done to deserve this type of treatment? He is a nice person, just trying to make it through life and reach his dream of being someone to society. Who cares if he isn’t the stereotypical popular dude? He is a great person that deserves to be loved and cared for just like everyone else. The world around him seems to spin making his stomach churn. He closes his eyes tight, concentrating on not barfing, taking breaths as deep as his sore ribs will allow. His head throbs but the ringing is thankfully decreasing as the minutes slowly tick by.

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**9 p.m.**

Jimin can see Jungkook’s lips moving, but he can’t possibly hear whatever the other one is saying. “What?!” Jimin shouts over the music. “IT’S NICE, RIGHT?” Jungkook shouts back, then grins widely. As a response, Jimin can only offer his two thumbs up and an awkward smile. When his friends found out that Jimin had never been clubbing before, they immediately arranged a night out to present Seoul’s nightlife. Never-mind that Jimin would rather stay in his dorm, playing online games with his friends back in Busan, or the fact that he has gone clubbing before in his hometown, and he simply didn’t enjoy it. Apparently, all the other ones needed was an excuse to go out, have sex, and get wasted -- and all Jimin needed was one Friday night without having to listen to his friend having phone conversations with his long-distance childhood friend. The club they’re in, Persona, is supposedly the best place to go out at night near the Korea University campus. If Jimin is being honest, he was expecting way more -- so far, his experience hasn’t been much different from clubbing back in Busan. The place has two floors, the second one explicitly reserved for influential people carrying expensive champagne bottles around, whereas the rest of them, mere mortal students, stay on the first floor. Along with the countless pictures of different cities around the world, the colorful and shiny lights bring out some life to the place, but they do give Jimin a light headache since they keep changing and blinking continuously. On the dance floor, there is a DJ who looks like he could be Jimin’s father, and he doesn’t seem interested at all in what he’s doing. He keeps his phone in his hand, his fingers moving as if he’s texting someone, and the songs being played are one electronic beat after the other, without even having lyrics on them. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he just chose a random party playlist on Spotify and pressed play. However, some people are hanging around the stage, but Jimin guesses that they would be dancing to literally anything playing. Jimin closes his eyes, concentrating on nothing more than the vibrations on his body as a result of the bass bumps coming from the amplifiers. Funny enough, it’s almost as if he can listen to his own thoughts properly and, for a moment, he thinks he could have fun. But just as quickly, a group of people pass by, spilling their drinks all over the place and pushing Jimin without a single concern in the world. A feeling of annoyance grows inside him, and Jimin comes to the conclusion that he would hardly ever enjoy a night like this. Being an introvert throughout his entire life, Jimin has gotten used to several situations like this. It’s like he has never learned how to properly put his thoughts into words, and that’s precisely what led him to be a quieter and more reserved person, giving other people space and opportunity to talk endlessly. Jimin sighs, looking at his friends talking lively around the table they had picked, located exactly between the dance floor and the bar. There is Namjoon, the leader of the friend group, who’s busy chatting and drinking with everyone, making sure they’re having a great time. Jin, the most attractive one of the group, keeps accepting every single drink that’s offered to him, and Jimin notices his speech turning more and more tangled as the minutes pass by. The others are either busy posting Instagram stories and texting, or chatting amongst themselves about the girls on a table nearby, so Jimin just keeps paying attention to what other people at the club are doing and drinks from his whiskey sour (because he had never said he isn’t good at handling his alcohol). He is still getting used to living in such a big and bright city like Seoul. Busan is a great place -- it’s where Jimin lived his entire life, and where his family and friends are. If it was up to only him, he would’ve just applied and attended a good university there. But being the best player on his High School football team had its advantages, which included a full-scholarship to the Seoul National University, only the best one in the country. It’s not like he nor his parents could ever say no to that. And even though being a football player is not what Jimin wants to be in his life, at the end of the day, he likes it enough (not to mention that it is, quite literally, paying for his education). So yes, he has just completed his first month living in Seoul as a twenty-seven-year-old journalist. Jimin drinks more, his glass pretty much empty by now. Then, a specific group of people on the dance floor catches Jimin’s attention. The three men have formed a circle, as if they are in their own little world. They’re dancing, and grinding on one another, and they seem to be having fun -- genuine and sincere fun, like being together with friends is more than enough. No phones in hand, which is a rare sight. Jimin bites his lower lip and keeps looking at their dynamics, thinking he might have come across the first people in that club who actually seem interesting. One of them is donned in a colorful blue, double-breasted tweed blazer over a white v-neck shirt. Jimin stares in awe. Here is a young-looking man gyrating his body using his hips like a vaudeville dancer and manipulating expectations with his erotic dance moves to create an emotionally charged, unforgettable performance. The beat is lively and strong, and together, the two swinging their hips, crotches pressed against each other, and hands traveling through their bodies, exploring every bit of skin that’s exposed. The taller man dives into the curve of the boy in the blue’s neck as they dance, the boy more than once grinding against him. Realizing he is staring, Jimin looks away and slightly shakes his head, knowing that he will seem creepy if he just keeps staring at them. Jimin observes, however, how everyone seems to know the boy in blue, waving and saying hello to him. Yet, it makes Jimin slightly impressed. Almost immediately, Tae-moo, the most popular of the group, returns to their table with two girls, one on each of his arms. Despite being a *massive* jerk, he’s always making conversation with Jimin at the workplace, but it does help Jimin to feel a little less like an alien. Behind Tae-moo, a guy who seems to be a waiter or a bartender, follows him, holding a wooden board with several shot glasses on it. “Brought something good!” Tae-moo announces, clearly referring to the girls who are chuckling. However, the entire team cheers together, each one grabbing a glass and drinking from it at once. Jimin simply looks away, as if he’s entertained by something else, but Namjoon is quick to approach him holding a glass on each hand. “And one for Jimin, our awesome journalist, and amazing friend!” Namjoon says, giving a glass to Jimin and signaling for them to drink together. The rest of the team cheered once again, but Jimin doubts they even heard whatever Namjoon just said. At this point, they might as well scream for any random person who walks near them. Jimin can really use a drink, though, so he takes that shot of vodka and empties the glass at once, slightly shaking his head once he’s over. “Thanks, sunbae,” Jimin says, trying to smile as widely as possible at the gang’s captain, who blinks at him like a proud father. Then, he quickly glances at the dance floor, but that group of guys have more people paying attention to them, and creating loud cheers. “Come *on*, Jimin!” Tae-moo says, making Jimin look at him again. He, not so subtly, starts pointing with his head towards the girl on his right, who is smiling widely at Jimin. “Loosen up a bit,” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. “He doesn’t talk,” Namjoon joins the conversation, and Jimin starts to get more tense by the second upon noticing there are more and more people turning their heads in his direction. “Send him *back* to kindergarten!” Jimin isn’t bothered by others’ view of him being the quiet one -- there are worse things to be called. Being dragged out like this in front of the rest of the team, however, makes Jimin feel that his cheeks are on fire, which will luckily go by unnoticed. He doesn’t even feel like being mad at Jin, knowing he’s too wasted to know what he is saying, so Jimin simply chuckles awkwardly to relieve some tension. The purple and blue lights create a nice atmosphere -- one that Jimin believes he would’ve enjoyed a lot if he was with his friends from Busan. Someone suddenly steps on top of the table, startling Jimin enough for him to drop his drink directly on the ground. Five seconds ago, there wasn’t a single dancing soul around him, and now a stranger comes out from nowhere and almost gives him a heart attack. As Jimin looks up and comes across a pair of black, high-heeled Chelsea leather boots right back at him, his shock immediately fades away. Maybe it’s because he is more tipsy than he had realized before, or because his heartbeat is still accelerated from almost spilling his drink from the table, but he takes at least a couple of seconds to assimilate the stranger’s face. It’s the blue blazer boy from the dance floor earlier. From up close, Jimin notices that he is only a bit shorter than him, and his nose might be as small as a button, very much different from his plump, shining lips. There are some sweat drops running down his face, his black hair glued against his skin. Jimin gulps. But the handsome stranger keeps on dancing. He has an excellent notion of rhythm, as his body has no problem following all the beats. And more than that, he seems to be enjoying himself so much. He closes his eyes and raises his arms occasionally with a small smile on his face. Tones of blue, purple, and countless other colors travel through the boy’s face, and Jimin sort of wishes he wasn’t dancing sitting now, just so he could groove and admire him. Jimin can’t stop thinking about how beautiful this stranger’s face is, which makes it even more addicting to look at him. He’s wearing those boots, a tight pair of black jeans, and that sparkly blazer. Looking at his face, Jimin sees neither a boy nor a man, but something trapped between. Eighteen, he might have been, but he had yet to lose the lingering vestiges of his teenage years. Jimin couldn’t shake his initial feeling upon studying him. He was an adult child. He was trapped between two worlds. The boy in front of him has a confident look on his face. His face is so crisp and clear that Jimin can see the most minute details on his face. Jimin can practically see all the pores and count his eyelashes, soft pretty little curls of black. Jimin is completely, and utterly, mesmerized. A small smile adorns on his attractive face once his eyes meet Jimin. His gaze is intense, piercing even, as he looks at Jimin and the rest of his features served as an ultimate, but ethereal contradiction. He is entirely breathtaking. Despite not knowing him at all, Jimin assumes he’s just *one of those people*. The ones who know exactly who they are, and it’s precisely their aura that makes a whole room stare right at them when walking into a room. Biting his lower lip, Jimin looks down at his own clothes. Black sneakers, black cargo pants, a white tank-top with a black hoodie. Nothing else. Even his hairstyle feels basic, with his wavy black locks starting to grow long enough to fall in front of his eyes. And for some reason, he feels embarrassed at that moment. It’s not like he doesn’t have money to afford nice clothes, but he has absolutely no idea *what* clothes he likes besides his sweatpants and hoodie. That stranger looks so stylish, as if his outside and inside versions of himself are in-tune, unlike Jimin. Jimin has never dared to say with words that all he wanted was just to be surrounded by people like him, by people with whom he doesn't need to control who he is, making himself uncomfortable for the sake of not making everyone uncomfortable. However, right now, with the stranger staring at him with playful and mysterious eyes, Jimin isn't afraid at all. Blame it on the alcohol, or blame it on the stranger's whole aura that radiates a magnetic pull. But Jimin felt spellbound.