His Assassin{ A Park Jimin Fanfiction}

CHAPTER 1: Perfect Life

My first day of school began on Monday.
Naturally, a nerd like me was stoked for it, and even though I was picked on for such a thing, I didn't mind, even though I never wore makeup and they judged me because of that, I never mind.
I was happy with my life. I had nice friends, good parents, great brothers, great grades, everything was good. Everything was enough.
And best of all, I lived privileged. My parents own a huge fashion company and made tons of money, but are still able to come home everyday and hug and help me with anything I need.
I was grateful, everything was perfect.
My brothers, Jin and Hobi, were great supporters of me and my future career, dancing. They believed I could do it. The two boys were only a year apart, and were already working in my parents' company, so I was able to do whatever I wanted, as the youngest of the three children in the Soo family.
My parents came home with smiling faces along with my brothers, so I figured they were really happy, too. I mean, why not be happy? We had everything.
I smiled to myself as I closed my book that I had been assigned to read and sighed.
I was alone again in the house until ten that night, and had no idea what to do. Then I just shrugged and grabbed a broom.
Doing chores became my daily bored time getaway, along with shopping online and hanging with my family. Sometimes I hung out with the Butler, Namjoon, who helped me study English and music. When my brothers were home, Jin would teach me how to cook and Hobi would help me practice my dancing.
    I just threw the broom to the side as I thought about dancing, and headed towards our dance studio.

     Later that day, I had prepared dinner for everyone and as they walked in the door, their usual happy smiling faces were glued on to their expressions and they hugged me tightly.
    "How was our Yoonie?" Asked Hobi with happiness all in his voice.
    "Good as usual, Oppa." I replied as he rubbed my head, messing up my brown hair.
"There are those hazel eyes I've missed so much today." Said Jin, hugging me and pressing his lips against my head. I smiled brightly as I hugged my parents.
"Sorry we're a bit late, honey." Mother chimed in.
"We got stuck on an issue in our last meeting." Father explained. "It was a bit of a stress, but coming home to you made everything better."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes playfully, "You guy stop being so mushy, there's dinner on the table." They all looked happily towards the direction of the kitchen and the three boys went racing away, leaving me and mother in laughter.
"Those boys, I swear," she commented after she calmed down. The she turned towards me and smiled softly, "which reminds me, you've never had a boyfriend, dear, and you're so very beautiful. When will you show interest in anyone?"
I wasn't surprised she asked. Mother's been on my back about dating since I turned fifteen a year ago, and she continues to fuss about it, since she had gotten one when she was that age.
"Mother, I do not wish to date someone because of your pressure, I want to date whenever I feel like I think the time is right."
She sighed as we made our way to the kitchen.
"I know dear, but I'm not going to be around forever, you know. I'm just concerned that you may not either one; find a boy before I go or two; not be interested in boys but the opposite gender. Which worries me a great deal."
I chuckled. "Don't worry mother, I'm not lesbian and you're still young! You're only thirty-four!"
She nodded. "Perhaps you're right. But a mother can't help but have the jitters. Your brothers already have girlfriends, and Jin is even getting married in a few months to Jisoo." She said this as we entered the kitchen. My brothers looked at each other with their mouths full and chuckled when they realized she was bugging me again.
"Mother," Said Jin, swallowing and placing his chop sticks down, "you do realize that we're both twenty-one and twenty-two, and she's only sixteen?"
"Of course I do, Seokjin," she said, sitting down next to Father, "but even when you were her age you had received more than sixteen roses on Valentine's Day..." she laughed, "and you went to an all boys' school."
We all laughed as his face turned pink.
"Yoona gets roses on Valentine's Day and she goes to an all girls' school!" He retorted.
"Well," interrupted Father, "This is what happens when you have beautiful children, Hyuna." He told his wife, taking her hand.
I looked at my brothers, trying to see their good looks.