Namjoon felt different when heard his phone ring inside his pocket. He dig it out. Lines suddenly forming in his forehead when he saw the caller i.d. in the screen.
Dad calling...
What does he want? He said in his mind. He just sigh and answer the call. "What is it dad?" his voice sound so bored and uninterested.
"Hello to you too son." Namjoon feel really irritated with his dad's sarcasm.
"Stop it Dad. Say what you want. I still have my paper works." he's walking through the hallway to reach the parking lot where he parked his car.
"Manners Namjoon." he knows that his dad doesn't like this type of attitude Namjoon's showing to him. "Okay dad. Please say it." Namjoon said with his insincere politeness.
"You need to be here on Friday. We need to say something important. And don't try to make any excuses Joonie." the irritation was replaced by anger. He knows that he will never win to his dad when he use this tone of his voice. He slammed his car door that caused a loud noise in the empty and quiet paking lot.
He doesn't want to come but he can't do anything about it. He need to follow his father or he will be dead. "Okay dad. Whatever you want. Bye." Namjoon didn't wait any reply from his dad and suddenly press the end button to cut their conversation before everything became worst.
All his plans to hang out with his two crazy friends Yoongi and Hoseok and get wasted will be ruined because of this stupid dinner that he was forced to attend. He is sure that he will very much enjoy the company of his friends in a noisy and crowded club than his parents.
"Baby, what's with the face? You're not happy to see your mom that loves you so much huh?" his tried to cooed him but it will never work for Namjoon especially when his thinking about how Hoseok and Yoongi are getting wasted or making out to a stranger in a club right now while he's stuck with his annoying mom that thinks that he's a 8 years old boy and his dad that always getting on his nerve whenever they're talking.
"I'll just go to my room." he ran up to the stairs avoiding his mom.
He's just there. Appreciating the comfortable silence while staring in the ceiling. A buzz coming from his phone disturb the silence he was indulging. Namjoon looked in his phone and saw Yoongi's caller i.d. He press the green button on the screen. "Don't tell me you're already wasted and can't go home?" he knows that's not the situation. The tolerance of his friends with liquor are as high as the sky and will never gets wasted by this time. He know they just called, trying to tease him.
"Get your ass over here dude. You'll never regret it. Hot girls, drinks, music. You'll love it Namjoon." Hoseok's trying to convince him. "I can't dude. Family dinner." he said with regret in his voice. "Family dinner sucks bro. As if you're really close to your parents." Yoongi as always. Blunt and doesn't give a fuck about anything yet sensitive when it comes to his friends.
His friends knows the status of his relationship with his parents. "Whatever dude. Just be wasted. Be careful and don't take drugs." As he press the end button, Namjoon heard a knock on his room's door. "Sir, dinner is ready."
"Son, how's school?" his mom is trying her best to lift the atmosphere. The dining room is filled by silence. Just the silverwares hitting against the plate are the only sound that can be heard across the dining room.
"Fine mom. Just load of works." Namjoon answered just looking down to his plate. Basically he's not interested about anything concerning his family. All he could think now is how wasted his friends are, while he's in a boring dinner.
