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Jimin Pov
Ten Years Later...
Jimin grinned as his grandpa 
slid into the red leather booth seat across from him. 
Even before they had reached the front door of Rocket, the older man's face had lit up.
"I'm glad you wanted to 
come here this evening." His grandpa said. 
"I don't think I'll ever get 
tired of this place, everywhere 
I look in here, I'm reminded 
of all the good times your grandmother and I had."
"That's what makes it my 
favorite place to eat, 
too." Jimin said, still smiling 
as his grandpa looked around with eyes full of emotion. 
"I don't think it's changed a 
bit here in the ten years 
I've been gone."
"Maybe a little more neon."
"A few more flying saucers..."
"Been pretty much the same ever since that vintage 
out front was new."
"The black and white tile, the 
red leather seats, the light 
blue bar stools with the 
shiny silver..."
"They've replaced most of it 
over the years, of course but 
the feel of the place—the 
spirit takes me right back 
to when I was younger."
Jimin could and did spend 
hours sometimes listening 
to his grandpa talk about
how things used to be. 
Even if Jimin sort of doubted 
the "good old days" were 
actually that much better—
hello, no cell phones? 
No internet?—the way he 
talked made it almost sound 
like a different world.
He'd lived in busan all his life
and even now, well into his seventies, there still wasn't 
much that happened in town without him hearing about it.
But the old stories were Jimin's favorite, from back when his grandma had been alive.
For the moment though, Jimin was okay with delaying story time for at least a few minutes while they ordered some food. 
Rocket was a place he hadn't thought much about over the years since he'd been living in New York but now that he 
was visiting it was like 
reuniting with an old friend.
The decor might be a little 
tacky and Jimin had thought 
so even before he had taken 
up decorating as a career but 
the food was good and the portions were generous a
fact his stomach was in total agreement with, judging by 
the way it was starting to rumble.
"Do you know what you're 
going to get, pa? Are the 
burgers still as good as they 
used to be?" Jimin asked, reaching for a menu.
His grandpa simply nodded, 
still lost in his memories as 
his eyes roamed over every detail of the diner. 
"Nothing is as good as it used 
to be." Pa answered, finally. 
"But those burgers... well, I guess they probably are still 
as good."
"I never thought you could 
mess up a burger until some 
of those other fast food 
places came to town."
Jimin had to smile because of course Pa remembered when 
the first other fast food place came to town. 
Just more proof that he'd 
seen all the comings and 
goings on in Busan for 
decades from the front porch 
of his old Victorian house.
Growing up, Jimin couldn't 
wait to get away.