there was something about elevators that sehoon wasnât too fond of, though deep down he knew the real reason why - because he disliked being forced into small spaces with people heâs not comfortable with and doesnât know. heâs not one who enjoys that, and he definitely is the type to take the stairs more often, plus it was an extra workout and he was very much into his fitness. except, on this particular day, sehoon had found himself running behind schedule and ended up speeding his way to the company (in all honesty, he wasnât really but he was the type of person who didnât like to behind the schedule he gives himself, so it was safe to say that he was feeling a bit stressed).
still living in the dorms made it easier to get to the company, and quicker, and sehoon barely had enough time to stop by his favourite coffee shop to get himself his usual morning drink. rushing towards the company in a casual way was a lot harder than he had realised, especially trying to keep his coffee from spilling out of the cup and all over his hand, heâd rather not deal with a burnt hand. his bag is tugging on his shoulder as he takes large steps, no doubt rubbing against his skin and probably likely to leave his shoulder feeling a bit sore later. usually, he would take the stairs if he needed to go on any of the higher floors, but with him running behind schedule, he takes a dive for the elevator and he wonders why today out of all day he just has to share with someone else. upon entering, he spots a female standing in the corner and avoids eye contact with her, instead sticking to the opposite corner and clicks the third floor button. itâs quiet from the moment he enters, and the awkward tension between them both could probably be cut with a knife. â.. which floor are you going to?â sehoon asks, still avoiding looking at her and instead straight ahead of him.Â
it was just another day of jieun heading to practice straight after classes. today had been easy on her thankfully. the female had used it to catch up on a lot of material she was missing out on due to her busy schedule but thankfully jieun was used to catching up on things and filling in gaps by herself. she could of course make friends in her classes but with how shy she was, the female preferred staying to herself. too often did she get intimidated by people still and would rather avoid social interaction unless her job required it to interact with them.Â
so when sehoon came rushing into the elevator she was taking up, the female froze and made herself impossibly smaller as she backed into the far corner of the elevator.
now she had no idea if sehoon was a bad person or the nicest guy sheâd ever met but he looked ready to stomp her with his left toe if she only looked at him funny and despite her tendency to lack a filter, she really did not want to be anywhere near the guy, yet have to interact with him. hugging onto her training bag she just hoped the elevator ride would pass by swiftly and she could go about her day like this uncomfortable situation hadnât happened. however sehoon seemed to have other plans. doing her best not to panic as externally as she was panicking internally, jieun cleared her throat and attempted to squeak out a quiet reply. â5th floor,â she murmured, having the joy (or curse) to be practicing in one of the nicer rooms further up with the rest of the current legacy girls line up.
