The crowded elevator hadn't quite appealed to her. By no means was she scared of enclosed spaces — and even if she was (spoiler: afraid wouldn't be the right word but she certainly wasn’t too comfortable in them), it was unlikely that she would broadcast her fear for the world to know. Plus, she was on the twenty-seventh floor, and walking down twenty-seven flights of stairs didn’t appeal to her very much. So when the next elevator appeared barely a minute after the other left, with only one person inside (Jiyeon’s heart soared for joy; close contact with too many people was usually too much of a hassle to deal with), she almost felt herself leap inside like an Olympic athlete reaching the end.
She didn’t, of course.
She did, however, shoot the person a small smile, glad that it was just going to be the two of them in a rather spacious elevator. Also, the fact that he looked rather harmless made the entire situation more appealing to her. Having already been forced on an errand by a friend (’please’, she had begged, with puppy-dog eyes and Jiyeon couldn't refuse) was bad enough — prolonged contact with strangers would have made the entire situation worse.
And as she thought those words, it was almost as if the sky had decided to play a prank on her. A loud thunk and a clunk followed barely a mere second later, accompanied by the flickering of lights and then the complete blackout (save for the light from the LCD indicator), Jiyeon felt her heart rate elevating immensely.
“Oh shit,” she whispered. This was not good. Not good at all.












