Hangers {Kim Namjoon}

Chapter Two ~

"Excuse me, but do you have any hangers?"

Namjoon looked her up and down. He recognized her as his neighbor's daughter. She was probably younger than ten years old. Why was she alone? "Um, you mean clothing hangers?"

"Yeah," she answered. "My mom keeps stealing mine."

"I think," Namjoon said. "Stay here." He closed the door and then he realized he just left a little girl outside in the pouring rain. Up the stairs he went to his room and got about ten hangers and then returned to the little girl. "Here you go."

"Thank you," she said, smiling. She took the white hangers with her small hands.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" Namjoon asked.

"Emma," the little girl responded as she hopped down the porch stairs into the pouring rain. Before they could share another word she took off, towards the mansion next door.

"Stupid rich kid," Namjoon muttered before shutting his door and locking it.

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Namjoon lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. He was too busy thinking about her. The girl that broke his heart. The girl that took everything he had and thrown it out. His heart ached. He wanted her to be beside him, sleeping peacefully. The smell of her perfume still circulated through the air and as it entered his airways he became angry.

He got up and went to his closet to see the clothes she had left. They were beside his, slowly rocking as the vents blew cold air around. Namjoon frowned. He grabbed the hangers and began walking downstairs. He opened his front door and went to the garbage bin outside. Before he tossed them in he remembered the little girl.

"She might be back sometime," he murmured to himself and took the clothes off their hangers before dumping them in the garbage bin. He sat the hangers on his living room couch, leaving himself a reminder to leave those for Emma sometime.

Next he grabbed her shoes and tossed them in the garbage. He recognized an expensive pair heels he bought her. Namjoon didn't feel any sympathy. He even tossed in her Converse that were designed to match his.

He repeated the process with all her other things she left behind.

He was now numb to the pain of heart break.

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