One night, a boy already stood upon the ruddy, maroon carpet, chin to his chest and gaze strained on the blaring screen of the mobile phone held in his nonchalant grasp.
His thick, rubber-soled, biker boot-clad foot tapped incessantly on the floor, his teeth continuing to play with his snake bite piercings which went through his bottom lip, and Bomin sighed at the sight, for he hated the elevator, but he hated sharing it with other people even more.
Unwilling to wait for the next free lift, he near-literally snuck into the confines of the contraption and nestled himself into a corner, noticing how the stranger stole a peek at him before shutting off his phone and tucking his hands into his trousers' back pockets.
"Going up?"
Had he not been the only possible person the question could have been directed at, he wouldn't have assumed it was aimed at him. The shorter male was looking straight ahead, shoulders stiff and eyes faux-lazily hovering over the row of buttons.
"Up," Bomin eventually replied, in time with the click of the doors shutting.
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Fanfiction❝But you, who I've shared my breath with for a lifetime, I don't know you.❞ In which Bomin uses the lift late at night and Donghyun is almost always there. || inspired by jonghyun's song elevator || written: 21/04/19-01/05/19 edited: 28/07/21 word c...
