Bomin was surprised to find the elevator empty that late night. What time was it again? Perhaps around half two in the morning, now that he thought about it.
It would have been more worrying if he had found Donghyun still out and about at this time on a weekday, rather than not, and yet he found himself reluctant to enter the steel cage, trap himself in a place where there was only him and that － that man.
They shared the same face, same expressions and voice, but Bomin knew him to be a stranger.
Like someone walking to their death, he dragged his aching feet into the lift and turned to face the exit, watching as the doors eventually slid closed and that figure came into view.
An urge to reach out and touch that person fizzled beneath the skin of his clammy palms, but as his forearm lifted with lingering apprehension and his hand nearly grazed the metal, he stopped, realised he had yet to press his level's button, and changed trajectory to do so instead.
For how long could he keep doing this for?
For how long could he keep living as two people, never to comprehend one another, never to accept one another?
He was tired. Meeting his own eyes in his reflection was like passively witnessing himself crumble. It was uncomfortable seeing himself smile and it was strange to hear himself laugh.
Bomin was tired.
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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...
