An Arrange Marriage || Jeon Jungkook

I work a part time job at a cafe. I couldn't continue my studies in university because of money complications, as my parents company went bankrupt. And because of that i never finished education. My shift ended and I began walking home, there is a familiar advirtisment board which i always dread to look at. It's a picture of Jeon Jungkook, being sponsored by coke. Scoffing, I turned my head to the side. I hate idola with a passion, all they do is dance a little with their "handsome/beautiful" faces, and they earn billions. And therw he is effortlessly drinking from the rim of the glass coke bottle with his no good face "Kyaaa, look at Jungkook!" "He's so handsome!" "I'll envy the girl that gets to marry the man!" Another day another evening of my collegues fantasise over him. "Hmph, I'd pity her." Idols, the type of people who have the easiest lives, not knowinh the hardships of a normal playing job. I despise them the most! I arrived home and saw my 16 year old brother Min Ho, helping out appa in the garden again. I look at my brother in pity sometimes, seeing hin help eomma and appa all day. He rarely goes out with his friends. I've been saving up money for him to go out with his friends, like normal boys do around his age. I've nearly saved enough pocket money for him! Slapping my cheeks with both hands, shaking my head side to side, I felt a little refreshed. "Eomma, Appa, Min Ho, im home!" I yelled walking through the door. "Guys I have so much food, no one came in today, ao there's so many leftovers" "That's great! I was just craving a snak" Eomma said while patting her stomach while coming down the staircase. I placed the leftovers from the cafe on the dining table, and they all sat down coming in one by one. Sitting around the table, eatinh leftover sandwiches, tea, cakes, etc. I couldn't help but to think, how much longer do we have to live like this? Barely surviving on our small income by our part time jobs. Suddenly a call came on the home landline, dad stood up from his chair and started gently slapping away the bread crumbs from his mouth. I'm sure it's just our landlord asking for her overdue rent money. I didn't want to think about it. So i rolled my eyes and then continuing to drink my tea. I heard the click of the phone behind me as it was answered "Hello?" He said inmonotone voice, preparing himself for an incoming rant, but instead he smiled. Turning around I leant my elbow on the backrest of the chair, staring attentively. Why is he so elated? He started laughing hysterically and nodded a few times, the conversation went for a while. Getting loat in conversation with my eomma and brother, i forgot about the call. But suddenly it ended with an abrupt. "Yes, me and my daughter will meet you at XXXX cafe tomorrow" He walked back to the table and nonchalantly continued eating his sandwich. I stared at him menacingly, curioys of why my name was mentioned. "Appa... Who was that?" "O-oh, it was a high school friend of mine, Hyungsik! We're gonna see him tomorrow at your cafe." He replied "Why--!" I yelled with caution. "Haha, well you see... Mi Cha you're going to get married." He murmured. My ears slowly processed what appa whispered ever so quietly and came to a realization. "I'm gonna get WHAT?! WITH WHO?!" I looked at him waiting for his answer. "His son." "And what is his son's name?" "Well his name is Jeon J---" "JEON WHAT!" "His name is Jeon Jungkook" I gasped at that three syllable name.