100 Days a Slave - NAMJIN

|Chapter Sixteen - Don't|

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NAMJOON'S POV

"The number you are calling is not available, please try again later"

I sighed in defeat, running my hands through my hair.

Why wasn't Seokjin answering? Maybe I should visit him? Wait no, no. He's probably busy studying. I looked miserably at my phone and yawned. I felt a little lonely.

RING RING

My phone began to ring and I gleefully answered it.

"Hello Jin?!" I exclaimed.

"No, this is your father Namjoon-ah" He laughed.

"Oh...Abuji, what's wrong?"

"I have unfortunate news, Joon"

"Go on" I piped.

"You have to attend this dinner tomorrow with me, your mother and Hyesang's family"

I groaned and my father sighed.

"You don't even have to eat, you can show up and make a scene to leave" He suggested. "Please show up, I don't plan on getting divorced!"

"Fine" I agreed and with that, I hung up.

Well, at least I get to miss school.

Monday strolled quickly around the corner. I was at this restaurant that was blaring old fashioned fancy music. And my parents were being fake as hell, well mostly my mom.

I scraped my fork across my plate causing a loud screech to occur, breaking the boring chatter. Everyone looked at me while I innocently took a sip of my orange juice. "What are you all looking at?" I quizzed.

My mother cleared her throat and gave me a side glare. I smiled mentally, I was very good at making an atmosphere tense and awkward. My dad was trying so hard not to laugh as well.

Hyesang's mother, Mrs. Woo giggled breaking the ice, whilst taking a napkin and patting it against her lips, making sure her lipstick wouldn't budge. "Your son has a charming wit!" She complimented.

Fake ass bitch.

"Please take care of our daughter, Hyesang, as a husband you have the responsibility to look after her" Mr. Woo lectured.

I loved how they were glaring at me the other day and now they're acting like we're close.

"Of course" I chuckled in a tone that laced with sarcasm.

"Your daughter is just my type" I teased suddenly grabbing my mom's glass of wine in her hand causing her to gasp and glare, nevertheless I started chugging it down. Hyesang's face went tomato red and I winked causing her to choke. They all seemed stunned but once again proceeded to laugh and my father had a puzzled look on his face, tilting his head to make sure I was okay.

"Well, look at that! These love birds are already falling in love! Hyesang is Namjoon's type." My mom giggled, changing her mood instantly.