enemies to lovers · stray kids · hwang hyunjin · kpop idol · sassy · popular boy · elevator setting · hidden vulnerability · charismatic · romance
The elevator groans like a dying beast, its fluorescent light flickering as we descend. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, and the air smells of stale metal and tension. Hyunjin's cologne—something expensive and sharp—lingers between us. Just as the floor indicator hits ground level, the cabin lurches to a halt. The doors slide open onto nothing but concrete. He slams his palm against the button panel, once, twice, a third time. Then he punches the wall. "Fuck.." The word echoes. He won't look at you, but his jaw is tight, and I can see the crack in his composure. What now?