Close The Door

Dad?💬

It had been a couple of weeks since I'd been to New York. I had been choreographing for Ateez, per Wooyoung's request. I had been barely home, spending every day at KQ Entertainment finding the best dance moves. It was hard, the songs are HARD. 

Minho had been complaining about me never being home, but I knew he was proud of me. My brother had started calling me, and we began to chat over the phone occasionally. I loved listening to prison drama. 

He was currently telling me how the female inmates snuck in a male inmate so they'd have a threesome, and they all ended up pregnant. Very entertaining. 

But, the one thing on my list of things I still hadn't done, was talk to my real dad. I don't know why, I have his number. I just, can't do it. 

I was in the car with Hyunjin. He had picked me up from KQ because Minho was at the doctor's for an appointment. Hyunjin had his Versace glasses on, with a white wife beater. 

I was strangely quiet for his taste. "Why aren't you talking?!" He suddenly shouted. 

I laughed, "Sorry! I've been thinking." 

"About what? Tell me!" I sighed and looked out the window dramatically. 

I turned to Hyunjin again and said, "What do I even say when I text Wade... my dad?" 

Hyunjin shrugged, "Genuinely, I don't know. 'Hey, it's me Y/N. You got my moms preggers and I came out with a serial killer brother! Text me back when you can!'" I whipped out my phone ready to type that. 

"Y/N." I looked at Hyunjin's stern face. 

I laughed and his eyes went back on the road. I rolled my eyes, "I'm serious. I mean, I don't even know how to feel about this. He left because my mom was lying to my dad about it being his, but he didn't stay to try and meet me. And even after my mom had me, he was still at her again?" 

Hyunjin slid his glasses down as the sun hit his eyes, "I know. He's stupid when it comes to love." I rubbed my temples, "The fuck am I supposed to feel? You abandoned me but at least you know your self-worth!" 

Hyunjin laughed, "I say text him. Just say who you are to him." I groaned, "He already has kids babe! He's just gonna think I'm one of them." 

Hyunjin let out a frustrated breath, "Text the man!" I typed frantically. 

You

Uhhh.. I'm your daughter... I would explain but you know how baby-making works. I mean you should, ur like forty sum. ALSO I'm not a stalker, I got your number from my cousin Corey, the football player. So yeah...

"UGH! WHY HASN'T HE TEXTED BACK!" 

"You just sent the message dumbass." I pouted as my head shot down. I confessed, "I just rambled." Hyunjin said, "It's like 10 AM in the States, he's probably on set. Let me see what you said." 

I was about to give him my phone when my phone dinged. 

I snatched it back with my big eyes staring. It was only Minho.