Married to Park Jimin (P.J.M FF) Book 1

Chapter 1

[The character is 'Min Zaynah' in and she's 20 years old. (She's more of a character than a Y/N in this fan fiction] -Author Nim

I was on my way home from work, when I began to recieve calls from my older brother, Min Yoongi.

"Sis.. Dad wants you home." I heard him say as soon as you answered.

"Is everything okay? You seem.. Angry?" I asked him.

"I don't know what to tell you over the phone. Just get home." He told me.

"Alright.. I'll see you there. Bye." I hung up.

Why was he so angry?

I got home (By bus) around 20 minutes later.

I unlocked the front door with my key and went inside.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I saw my mom, dad and brother all looking worried whilst sitting on the couch with the TV turned off.

"Come here, sweetheart. We have something to tell you." My father told me.

I raised an eyebrow and took my shoes and coat off. I walked towards them and sat down next to Yoongi.

"What's wrong? Why do you all look so.. Worried?" I asked them.

"Zaynah.. We have something to ask of you." My mother started.

"Okay.. What is it?" I asked whilst chewing the inside of my mouth.

"I have a friend.. Who has a son.." My father told me.

I didn't like where this was going.

"His son is in need of a wife." He continued.

"No." Yoongi cut him off.

"Son, just keep quiet." My mother whispered to him.

"No! I won't let this happen, mom. It isn't fair!" He yelled.

"Yoongi.. What's going on? Just tell me straight up." I pleaded.

"We want you to marry his son, Zaynah." My father said.

My eyes widened.

"W-What?!" I exclaimed as I put my hand over my mouth.

"Don't worry, little sis. It isn't happening." Yoongi reassured me.

"Yoongi, just sit down!" My father yelled at him.

"Dad, this isn't fair! Just stop! I know we're not doing the best with money right now, but there has to be other options!" Yoongi shouted.

"That isn't the point. He seems like a nice guy, and he just needs some help settling in to a normal life with a wife. He doesn't like to date or anything like that, so his parents thought the only option left was to get him an arranged marriage." My father explained.

"Well, that isn't our problem. They can get him an arranged marriage elsewhere." Yoongi rolled his eyes as he stood up.

"You're missing the point son.. They have good money-." My brother interrupted him.

"So is that it? You're selling my sister?!" He screamed.

"Yoongi, that's not what this is! Just understand that this could benefit all of us." My dad told him.

"Stop! This isn't a decision for any of us to make." My mother turned to me. "Zaynah, what do you want?" She asked.

I sighed and then massaged my temples.