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

Chapter 5

We were both sat on the couch. Everyone had left and we were all alone.

He was on his phone, then he stood up.

"The maids will be here at 10:00am tomorrow. I'll be at work." He said before leaving.

"But.. What will I do..?" I asked.

"Your family's coming for dinner tomorrow evening, right?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Well, how about you try and make an effort to look nice for them." He told me, rudely, before leaving.

Did he just say that..?

He slammed the bedroom door and just left me there.

I waited there for a couple of minutes before getting up myself. It was 11:30pm.

I slowly opened the door and saw him laying down in the middle of the bed.

"Uh.. Jimin..?" I called out for him.

"Ugh, what?!" He replied, harshly.

"Where's my stuff..?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's in the laundry room or something." He shrugged.

I sighed and then went to look for my suitcases.

He was right. My luggage was in the laundry room.

I got changed into my pyjamas and then headed back to the bedroom.

"Where do I sleep?" I asked.

"In the room next door." He answered.

I left and then went inside.

It wasn't that bad. In fact, I preferred not sleeping with him. I didn't feel comfortable enough and he was being really rude to me for some reason. Maybe the feeling in my gut was trying to warn me about it.

I shrugged it off and then got under the covers.

—The next morning—

I woke up and then got ready.

It was 9:45am.

I couldn't sleep all night. I missed Yoongi and my parents..

I opened the door and then walked out.

I was planning on just going to work like I always did.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jimin asked as he adjusted his tie.

"To work.." I answered as if it was obvious.

"No you're not." He said, harshly.

He walked towards me.

"Now that you're my wife, you can't be working at a fucking McDonald's!" He yelled the last part.

I gulped.

I was afraid of him now for some reason.

"What would people say? A rich CEO, managing one of the best companies.. And his wife, an employee at a McDonald's." He said.

"But.. I wanna see my friends." I blurted out.

His eyes brows furrowed.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"You're not allowed to leave the house without me knowing." He told me.

"And you were about to leave without even telling me. You didn't even look back for a second and think about it. You were just leaving." He continued.