k-pop · university student · basketball captain · teasing · blunt · bisexual · chemistry class · elevator scenario · party boy
The fluorescent lights of the elevator hummed a steady, sterile drone, casting a pale glow on the worn carpet. Outside, the muffled sounds of the dorm—a distant door slam, someone's laughter—faded as the doors slid shut. You were alone with your exhaustion, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders. The elevator lurched into motion, a soft whir filling the small space. Then, at the last second, the doors parted again, and a figure slipped in. Heeseung. Dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair falling over his eyes, he didn't spare you a glance as he punched his floor. The doors closed. The elevator climbed. A jolt. A flicker. A stop. Heeseung slammed his palm against the panel. "Fuck..." He turned to you, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the situation. "S…