Black String Of Fate

Chapter 40

Jin walked back to Sihyuk leaving Sophie with Ami, knowing it was best to trust her and searched for his dad, who was surrounded by known males. Jin stopped in his place staring at them in shock. He didn't expect to face the people he despised the most. Taking in a deep a breathe, he started walked again.

Jin walked to SiHyuk, who noticed him coming and smiled, making Jin feel a little less nervous. He stood next to Sihyuk, who proudly looked at the men around him, "Gentlemen, meet my son, Bang SeokJin" he said placing his hand around Jin and Jin smiled politely bowing to others, who only smiled at his manners.

Jin looked up and noticed Chang Ho with Yoongi and Namjoon, Jimin with his dad, Tae with his dad, Jungkook and his father and few other men. The boys all looked at him with mixed emotions but Jin stood blank, he felt anger raising in his veins seeing them all in front of him. Bang Sihyuk was praising Jin, who only forcedly smile.

A man Mr.Choi, who was standing opposite to the Bang's kept staring at Jin with squinted eyes. Bang SiHyuk had a pleasant smile talking to them when Mr.Choi spoke up, "Have I met you before?" He asked pointing at Jin. Mr.Choi slurred and was a little tipsy, which explained the glass of alcohol in his hand. Jin looked at him and frowned.

Jin thought if he ever met him but nothing came to his mind and he shook his head in denial but someone else around them was sweating remembering him. Mr.Choi wasn't convinced with Jin's response. He strongly believed that he had seen Jin before, not exactly remembering when and where. He sighed, shrugging it off and enjoyed his drink.

A waiter came refilling all their glasses. Mr.Choi was totally gone now. He had no clue of where he was and what was he doing, totally intoxicated by the strong drink. He giggled to himself, no minding the other people, who were staring at him. He looked at HyunJae with a pointed finger, "Hey, Kim, do you remember the last time we met?" He asked giggling.

HyunJae went pale while the other men looked at him in confusion, who tried to avoid their eyes. Mr.Choi continued giggling drunkenly swaying a little in his place, still staring at HyunJae. Jungkook frowned, "What happened last time Mr.Choi?" He asked ignoring his father who had a tight grip on the glass. Mr.Choi looked at Jungkook carefully, observing him.

"Nope. That wasn't you" he said shaking his head. Now everyone were curious hearing Mr.Choi, wanting him to spill what he meant. Hyunjae fake laughed, "He is drunk, we should ignore him. Mr.Choi, I think you should leave, you seem totally drunk" he said with gritted teeth. Mr.Choi waved his hand, "Don't worry Kim, I'm fine" he said rolling his eyes.

Jungkook was suspicious, he wanted to know what did Choi mean and he would get answers. Jungkook looked at Choi, "Mr.Choi, you didn't answer" he said, pressing on the topic and Mr.Choi laughed nodding his head, "Of course, young man. I didn't forget, wait-what did you even ask me?" He said trying to remember making Jungkook groan internally.

Jungkook huffed opening his mouth but Mr.Choi beat him, "Ah! Now I remember" he said nodding confidently and Jungkook raised his eyebrow in confusion. Mr.Choi took a sip and looked at HyunJae giggling, "Last time, we met, ummmm- I think, 10 to 15 years ago in a party" he said smiling brightly and everyone looked at Choi attentively.

"Kim was there too, but he was there for drinks." Choi said smugly but the rest were getting slightly impatient. Choi sighed, "We talked and he told he had a son whom he hated. Hated till death, ummm-his name I think was Jun? Sun? I don't remember but it was some Seok-blah." he said smiling lazily and leaned in, telling everyone to gather around, close to him.

HyunJae tried to stop the men but no one paid any attention to him, too curious to know everything. The men all moved in closer, especially Jin, wanting to know what his father even said. Choi laughed before speaking, "I had contact with the people who sold people and he wanted me to sell his son" he said in a whisper which wasn't even slow considering the way he spoke.