jaemin was born namingly a mistake. 

his mother, a young impressionable twenty year old, had been experimental and uncaring throughout her pregnancy. his father is unknown. 

jaemin was born a month early, on august 13, 1999. he had always been a fussy baby, though the detrimental effects of his mother's carelessness were not fully present until he went to school. he could not read, he grew mentally slower than the majority of kids in his class. his lack of love and care from his mother lead him to be careless with his work: he hadn't even learned the alphabet. no amount of tutoring from his teachers could help him. he was quiet and fidgety, thus he didn't fit well with the others.

his home life was no better. his mother was still as immature as she had been before him, and would often spend days locked in bed fighting off hangovers. his life was purposeless: he would walk to school in the mornings, come home, not do his homework, find something to eat for dinner, and sleep. this cycle repeated for years: jaemin's mother did not care for him nor his schooling, so neither did he. 

it came to a stop when jaemin turned ten. his grandparents, who had been menial figures in his life, were tired of their daughter's irresponsible behaviors toward their grandson, and fought the court to take him from her hellhole. they won. it was then that jaemin's life began to take a turn for the better.

for the first time in his life, he was cared for. 

his grandmother was retired: she woke him up every morning with a warm nutritious breakfast, walked him to school, and picked him up with a proud smile. his grandfather, despite being retired from his business job, still took up time as a mechanic fixing cars. they had even hired a personal tutor for him, to catch him up on the years he had missed. his grandmother would read him to bed and allowed him to read to her, building his love for books despite his original intellectual weaknesses. 

slowly, yet surely, jaemin became happy with the life that his grandparents had given him. 

he saw his mother every now and then, and as a young preteen he came to realize that she had little remorse for the pains she had put him through. 

when jaemin was sixteen, his grandfather passed away from tuberculosis. in his will, he had left for jaemin his car: a white bmw m3. jaemin had always shown interest in his grandfather's works, even inquiring about his job. his grandfather knew this, and left his precious car with his grandson. 

in the remaining two years of his youth, jaemin became the matured version of himself. he became disciplined, studying without the help of any others. he had caught up to his grade level, and did his best to keep a strong gpa. he was by no means the top student, but he was dedicated and knew what was required of him to succeed. 

when he turned seventeen, he turned to street racing. 

his grandmother was retired, and jaemin wanted to help contribute as much as he could, to try to return the gratitude. 

he had always been interested in racing. but now, he was good at it. unknowingly to his grandmother, her grandson was out winning races every other weekend, filling his personal bank account. he'd take out a couple hundred and share them, covering it as his pay from his nonexistent diner job. 

when he moved away for college, however, it was hard to keep up a facade. he loved his grandmother; she was the only true family that he had left. so even after he moved out and enrolled in university, he continued his illegal lifestyle to support her in her home. but now, he also has his college tuition to tend to. 

currently, jaemin is a double major in child studies and psychology, for he hopes to become a youth correctional counselor. nearly every weekend he comes to visit his grandmother, having moved out of his college dorms and secured himself an apartment at casia. he only pays visits to his estranged (and deranged) mother twice a year: her birthday, and briefly on korean chuseok.

though he has disdain for her in his heart, rightfully so, he still feels an espousement to her for the fact that she is indeed his mother.

these biyearly visits only serve him well, to remind him: he will be better than her. he will help other kids from falling into lifestyles of drugs and drinking like her, and he will be better. he will make a positive change. 
 

heejin.

to the only woman  in the world capable of making me feel such love. such vulnerability. such want. thank you for your existence; i wake every single day with the lingering thought awaking from my slumber that there is no other place, no other world, i would hope to wake up to than the one next to you. if the multiverse exists, if there exists another timeline where the sky is no longer cerulean blue but a sordid red, or where the good have been overtaken by evil, i pray that even in that world, in the worst place of them all, i am with you.