Hangers {Kim Namjoon}

Chapter Twenty-Seven ~

It was the next day. Hoseok had forgotten to text Namjoon and Namjoon had forgotten to text Miyuu. Namjoon kept peering out of his windows, expecting little Emma to be bounding up the stairs to be babysat yet again, but she was nowhere to be seen. Namjoon was a little worried. It's one in the afternoon and she still hasn't shown up?

Namjoon finally gave up on his little friend and went to keeping house. Most of the dishes were clean and the laundry was starting to become a routine yet again. Namjoon found himself looking at his reflection in the window of his washing machine. He tsked and pulled at his long hair. "Need a haircut," he murmured to no one in particular.

A doorbell interrupted his thought and he perked up. Namjoon quickly walked to the door, hoping it was Emma to cure his boredom. He turned the knob and went to greet his little friend but instead, he was met with Miyuu. "Oh, uh, hey."

Miyuu couldn't get her eyes to meet her ex's. Her arms were crossed and hugging her body, either as protection from the cold or in shame. Her watermelon pink lips were stitched in a frown and her weight went from one foot to the other. "Hey," she said, a vapor escaping her mouth from her warm breath.

"What's up?" Namjoon asked.

Miyuu seemed agitated. "I don't why I even came here. Never mind-"

Namjoon grabbed her hand and she stopped, her skin getting hot. She had missed his touch. But as soon as it had come it had gone yet again. Namjoon hadn't meant to grab her. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she muttered. She pulled at the collar of her turtleneck. She swallowed and then turned to fully face him. "Um, I know it's been a while and I kind of never got back with you on the whole Emma thing and I thought this would be a good time to stop by."

"He broke up with you, didn't he?"

Miyuu looked shocked at the accusation. Namjoon knew it was true, seeing how her expression changed instantly. He noticed her hair wasn't tidy like it usually was, but instead was pulled back in a loose ponytail at the top of her head. "Yeah, uh, he did."

The wind seemed to carry the rest of the conversation away as the two fell silent. "I'm sorry to hear that," Namjoon finally stated after a moment of silence.

Miyuu shrugged. "It's okay. He... he just didn't like the fact that I wasn't going to skip work for him."

Namjoon nodded. "His loss."

Miyuu looked at him with those brown of eyes of hers and Namjoon felt like banging his head on the door frame. You really just had to say that, didn't you? "I mean-"

"Can I come in? It's freezing out here," Miyuu stated quickly.

Namjoon nodded and stepped out of the doorway to let her through. "Yeah, just make yourself at home."

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