Donghyun was not nearly as tough as he tried his best to come off as. Rather, he merely had a brazen exterior. He would hold the door open for Bomin before it would close, greet him every night － though the levels of politeness were arguable, considering that he often only merely released sounds akin to grunts － and his icy glare would sometimes melt into a fond gaze when talking to a particular person on the phone.
Donghyun was not too complicated to understand. Nobody was ever too complicated to simplify, unless said person was Bomin himself.
Born in this body of his, living in this shell of what he once was, shrivelling and crumbling like his corpse soon would be, and yet if asked who he is, Bomin would not know how to reply honestly.
No, he'd state his name in a cheery tone, speak of his work life and the schools he attended, what he majored in and what films he likes. He'd go on about his love for dogs and he'd ramble about his favourite music as if he himself were a record, words all precisely memorized and smile meticulously perfected.
He stepped onto the carpet ridden with dust balls and Donghyun gave a sound of recognition.
"Hello to you too."
"Going up?"
"As always."
And then silence, and once more Bomin situated himself at the greatest distance from the other, behind him.
It must have been that person again, because Donghyun had let a mellow smile creep onto his chapped lips and it made Bomin almost jealous, because when was the last time he had smiled so naturally? When was the last time he had actually felt something within this corroded heart of his?
"Are you talking to your girlfriend?" He casually asked, and just like that the air tensed and any remains of a grin were erased.
"No," Donghyun murmured, only to become aware of Bomin's playfully prying eyes over his shoulder.
"Hey!" He buried his phone into his jacket, sharply turning to fully face the other with a glare that could have scared anyone but the taller, "Don't be so fucking nosey, dumbass."
Despite the insult, Bomin softly smiled, head falling askew as a puppy's would, and Donghyun blinked, the anger in his eyes dissipating no matter how he fought to maintain it.
"You were talking to your mother."
The man's ears were painted fuchsia, a tone which greatly complimented his pale skin and bashfully averted eyes － Bomin noted － his features marring with a scowl.
"None of your business."
With that the bell sounded and Donghyun exited with a huff, his heavy footfall leaving a trail of noise behind him for Bomin to listen to.
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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...
