Fingers nipped by the cold, cheeks prickling at the hands of the chilling breeze, his hair dishevelled and his large hoodie soaked. Even with the irritable, loud squeak his shoes produced, announcing his approaching, he hadn't expected Donghyun to keep the elevator doors open for him after the way their interaction had ended the previous night.
He bowed his head when he was allowed to step on and it seemed the other man was simply in the mood to surprise him, seeing as how he had taken up one of the lift's corners this time.
Bomin didn't utter a word and was careful to not let his sight drift to the latter, whose own staring was scorching the younger's skin as the ever-so-white and lifeless lights were.
It had been a while since Bomin had stood before his reflection in the elevator, and suddenly being exposed to himself once more only made this void inside his ribs twist, contort － yet, unfortunately, he felt nothing.
How he longed to feel pain, hurt, for certainly even feeling suffering was better than not feeling anything at all.
Abruptly, his eyes began to sting, but as faithful as it was, the bell resounded in their silence, and Donghyun left without noticing anything which even his unexpecting eyes could have seen should they have spared a second to look.
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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...
