( * EUNWOO . )
it’s time to face your fear, daehyun. ------ they keep chanting in their own head. perhaps greece will finally rid them of their nerve-racking & somewhat crippling aversion ( one that’s oddly common ) to elevators. the hotel’s lobby seems somewhat deserted, the only person standing in front of the actual box of terror happens to be the tiny korean with bubblegum-coloured hair. with a deep, troubled sigh, they press the button of doom & wait from their horrid ride to descend, too anxious to register any sort of movement behind them. once the heavy metal door opens before them, hesitantly they step inside & pick one of the highest floors of the building, the realisation that there’s no going back making them chew harshly on their luscious bottom lip. once they turn on their heel in order to rest their back against the cool elevator wall, they notice that there’s another person in there with them. hell no. where did he come from ? and why is daehyun destined to embarrass themself in front of someone so god-like ? bitter over the life’s way of screwing them over persistently, they grin weakly at the other & give him a greeting nod, just because that’s the polite thing to do. as they begin to pass floor after floor, even though they do it smoothly, the shorter person shuts their eyes as a barely audible hum vibrates in their throat ------ they can’t really cover their ears, not if they don’t want to end up looking weirder than they probably already do.










