Jimin/Season 2

“***There is no reason to love someone like me.***”
—Park Jimin

## Jimin

**Jimin** is a dance choreographer in this season. He is extremely neurotic and prone to stress, owing to his troubled mental-health. Due to having hallucinations, which he has because of the traumatic incident he suffered from the tragic loss of Y/N as a college student.

In this season, the gang notice Jimin reacting strangely to a sign pointing to the Arboretum on the path they are walking through -- according to the group's knowledge, Jimin becomes completely still and unresponsive, dripping with sweat and looking about to collapse. It is only after the gang change plans and go somewhere else that Jimin starts moving again.

## **Physical Appearance**

Jimin's hair has varied from brown, to a stark orange, to brown again, to blonde, to silver, to light brown, to completely black, to black with orange tips.

## **Personality and Traits**

Throughout this season, Jimin's personality became increasingly complex. Although he became increasingly darker by nature due to him being traumatized and suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, due to Y/N's demise, he still retained the same basic personality traits that he had as in Season 1. On the dark side, Jimin can be incredibly self-loathing, self-destructive, addictive, guilt-ridden, and and judgmental. Since Y/N's death, Jimin had always had trouble controlling his anger, that has often become a major problem for him throughout the course of his life. Y/N's death weighs heavily on him, to the point he hallucinates Y/N beckoning him to join him in death.

Stung by this event, Jimin was cold towards the gang and his family. He had insisted he wanted nothing to do with either of them, and he rather wanted to forge his own path away from them. Despite this, he would later clarify he did not hate his friends or family and still cared for them deeply. Jimin would justify this by telling his friends he had simply followed his instincts, and would not let someone good get killed if he could help it, proving he still maintained his heroic and chivalrous disposition somewhere inside him. Though he eventually plans to commit suicide, he decides not to once he realizes that it was his arch-nemesis who was responsible for his pain and guilt. Jimin finds new purpose when he joins a support group and ally and eventually tells friends and family about his suicidal thoughts.

After numerous ups and downs, he was eventually able to overcome this dark period in his life. The college alumni is now in recovery and works hard to stay clean and sober.

## **Role in Series**

“Park Jimin?” Jimin’s head snapped up when he heard his name being called. Trying his best to ignore the looks he got as he stumbled to his feet, he rushed toward the woman beckoning him towards the door. “Um, hello, ma’am.” he mumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walked through the doorway into the hall. “Hello, Jimin.” the woman replied, her smile as tight as the blouse she was wearing. “How are you?” she asked, gesturing for him to walk down the hall with her. “Gucci.” Jimin mumbled back, a blush creeping up his neck and reddening his cheeks at how dumb his reply sounded. The woman only laughed slightly, her voice causing Jimin to wince. She took him to a dim room near the end of the hall on the left. It reeked of essential oils and coffee. A box of tissues rested on a small table by a really thick leather couch. “Make yourself at home.” the woman said, closing the door behind her and taking a seat in a green chair with green patterns on it. Jimin plopped down, his backside sinking in the folds of the couch. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, letting himself sink down a bit further.

    “Alright, Jimin. How have you been doing this week?” she asked, crossing her legs and clicking her pen. Jimin winced again. “Fine, I guess.” he said, staring down at his stained, black Puma tennis shoes. He didn’t want to talk with her today. This would never help him. Nothing would help him recover from what happened. “How has teaching dance to students been?” she asked, already writing away on her clipboard. Jimin had no idea how she always found something to write on that clipboard. No matter what he said, or even if didn’t say anything, she would always click her pen and scratch away on the paper. “It’s school. I -- I don’t really care for it. It’s just to pay for rent.” Jimin mumbled, sinking deeper into the couch. She nodded, writing something down before raising her brows and looking at him again. “Have you made any new friends there yet? I know teaching dance can be hard. But, I think new surroundings are good for you after what happened.” Jimin felt his heart jump a but as he listened to her last sentence. He bit his bottom lip. “I’m not really wanting to make new friends, actually.” he answered, not bothering to coat his words with fake politeness. The woman gave him a sympathetic look. “Alright, that’s okay.” No, it wasn’t okay. But, Jimin said nothing. “Do you ever talk to your parents about it?” she asked. “No, they don’t understand. They keep trying to talk about it, but I don’t. There’s nothing to talk about.” Jimin replied, folding his arms slowly. The woman sighed, setting her clipboard and pen aside and leaning forward in her seat. “You see, I have been seeing things that aren’t there and... Sometimes, I just... I had a friend w-who... She died and...” Jimin said, his breathing shaky. “Continue, Jimin.” the psychologist said, realizing he was having trouble verbalizing his problems. Jimin nodded, thanking the doctor silently. “And in a few instances, I’ve acted with... with physical force during those moments.” Jimin said with shame and guilt. Dr. Kim's brow knitted into one of concern and compassion at Jimin's words. “I see.” the doctor said simply. Jimin lowered his gaze, ashamed and guilty. “It can’t keep happening.” Jimin said. The psychologist looked to Jimin, waiting for him to finish his thought. “You see, I have loved-ones. Both times, these physical reactions have happened, they’ve been reciprocates. I can’t hurt the people I love, Dr. Kim. I just can’t.” Jimin stated. Dr. Kim held the words that found her way onto her tongue. Jimin had more to say, he was sure of it. So he held his tongue, waiting to finish. “And I can’t keep feeling this way, ma’am.” Jimin finished with exasperation. “And how exactly do you feel, Jimin?” Dr. Kim asked. Jimin and Dr. Kim sat in silence for a moment. “That I shouldn’t be alive. That I don’t deserve to be alive and happy when so many of my loved-ones are still trying to help me, support me. And what about my friend who died? I feel so guilty for not being able to save Y/N when she had so much to live for. She was so young. She was one of the most sweetest, kindest human-beings I’ve ever met. She was, like, possessed with this... childlike innocence... when she first moved to Seoul. I cared for her greatly, but, then the amount of evil that came right at that moment, I have never seen the likes. This world destroyed her.” Jimin sighed out dejectedly.

    Dr. Kim put her pen and paper to the side on the small end table beside her chair. Next, she removed her spectacles and placed them on the table as well. With a small movement, Dr. Kim hunched over to look up at Jimin, whose stunning brown-colored gaze cut through his well-worn soul. “Jimin...” her voice was soft and gentle, encouraging yet stern. “I know that it doesn’t mean much now, but you need to understand something. You are **not** to blame for the death of your friend. You get to be happy and live a life again. As for the hallucinations and physical bouts, we will fix it. I promise you. We are in this together, sweetheart.” Dr. Kim said boldly. Jimin smiled weakly, reassured that he was doing the right thing by coming here. “Alright, ma’am. Alright.” Jimin said. Dr. Kim smiled in kind before returning her glasses to its place and picking up the pen and paper. Jimin's face grew stern for a moment as he began to think about everything he and Dr. Kim had just discussed. *Fights and the demise of Y/N. It would never be something he could fully get over and never something he would understand. Yet there was a peace inside Jimin, stirring up from the dark shadows that encased his calloused soul. A peace about his part in everything that happened in college and Y/N's death.*