Hangers {Kim Namjoon}

Chapter Twenty One ~

Namjoon clutched Emma's gloved hand as he stood in the lobby of the busy building. He was nervous and felt out of place from all the men who were in suits appropriate for the business place. "Do you know which floor your mom would be on? Or Hoseok, even?"

Emma just kept staring at the elevator as it opened and closed, waiting to be taken over there so she could have some sort of fun.

It had been a week since Hoseok and him had that chat about Emma's dad. He still hadn't heard anything from Miyuu, but a post on Instragram told him that maybe she was having more fun with her new man instead of trying to find her sister's baby daddy. So here he stood, in the middle of a frantic lobby in a big company.

Namjoon felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked back, hoping to see his friend or Emma's mother. But instead, it was some woman whose black hair was pulled into a tight bun with light pink lipstick. She seemed rather distressed. Maybe she was an assistant like Hoseok. She opened her mouth and then bit her lip before spitting out what was on her mind. "Um, sir, I'm sorry to tell you this but we don't have public bathrooms. If she needs to use the potty, there's a store-"

"No, no, no," Namjoon cut her off, regretting it a little when he saw the panicked look in her eyes grow. "I'm here to meet someone."

"Oh!" the woman quickly told him sorry before asking him if he had an appointment.

He shook his head. "It's her mom," he said, gesturing to the little girl beside him who still had her eyes on the elevator. "I forgot her name, but her assistant is Hoseok. Jung Hoseok."

The woman nodded, like he was supposed to continue, but then motioned to the elevator Emma was staring down like she was wolf after a pack of weak lambs. "Should be the eighth floor. There'll be a receptionist to lead you from there."

Namjoon told her thank you before quickly shuffling over to the elevator. He pushed the button for the floor the woman told him. He thought he would be the only one going up, but another male stepped on right as the doors were closing. Emma stayed quiet as she stood in front of Namjoon, her gloved hands now at her sides.

Namjoon glanced at the male and noticed how he kept looking over at Emma. He wore black pants with a white button down that was tucked neatly into his pants. A crimson tie was hanging down from his neck and the black polished shoes he wore were as reflective as a mirror. His hair was neatly combed, and his black locks seemed to have been swept back so effortlessly. Namjoon held onto Emma's shoulders, a little timid.

"I see you're going to the eighth floor as well," the male noted, taking his eyes away from Emma and to the buttons on the wall. "That's where I'm going."

Namjoon only nodded, not wanting to say much.

But that changed when he spoke again.

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ooh it's getting juicy :))