"Are you heading out?" I asked, watching from the hallway as my father straightened the tie that was wrapped around his neck. He grunted in response, his head bopping up and down.
I grinned, skipping over to him and giving him a tight hug. He was startled a bit by the sudden action, hesitating for a moment before squeezing my shoulders. He basically towered over me, my face pressed into his chest.
When I pulled away, he eyed me suspiciously. His voice echoed around the bathroom as he spoke. "What was that for?"
"You know I love you right?" I asked, ignoring his previous question. This only raised his suspicion more, squinting at me. I kept my bright smile, my fingers interlocked behind his back.
"Yeah...?" He muttered.
"Great," I said, pulling away from him and running towards my bedroom. I gave him an enthusiastic wave before disappearing into my room. I was about to flop on my bed when I remembered something, poking my head back out into the hallway. "Have a good day at work!"
With that, I was back in my room, slamming my door shut. Instead of going to my bed, I walked to my window and sat on the edge of the sill, just to play it safe until he left. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, the sun beating down on my skin through the window.
I had to do this now before I psyched myself out and chose not to.
My fingers moved on impulse, I could barely tell what I was doing as I searched his name in my contacts. Anyone could tell I wasn't used to doing this, I was like an amateur bank robber.
I was shaking slightly at the thought of being caught, even though my dad was probably more focused on work than what I was doing in my room. My pulse was hard and fast in my ears and head, but I pushed through the anxiety enough to catch his name through the frantic scrolling.
I smiled. The damn smiley face always got to me whenever I saw it. He was like a child; a grown child.
The call button was summoning me, my thumb moved on its own accord as I pressed the button without a second thought.
If it was possible, my heart began to beat faster at the sound of the first ring. I was doing the right thing, I knew I was. Even my dad said it.
"It's not healthy to treat yourself that way."
My ragged breathing stopped at the same time the ringing did, my eyes widening as I waited for his voice.
"Hey," his voice finally came through, making my muscles jump in their spot. I wiggled like a toddler, excited to finally get in touch with him.
"Hey, Namjoon! It's Infiniti. I was just wondering if you wanted to hang–"
"Sorry I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can,"
It was then that I realized it was his prerecorded voicemail, my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach.
I blinked, taking in the fact that he actually didn't answer the phone. I stared into the wall for a prolonged moment before I heard another beep, signaling for me to talk.
I decided not to though, just ending the call without saying a word. I set my phone down beside me on the window sill, leaning back so my head was pressed against the edge. My face was still, all memories of a smile erased from my mind.
He didn't answer.
"He's probably just out with his friends,"
But he didn't answer.