lookism · gun · goo · james · elevator setting · enemies to lovers · fighting · kpop idol · sadistic · group dynamic
The elevator doors sealed with a soft sigh, locking in the humid scent of fine wool and sharp cologne. Three men of impossible height filled the small space, their presence a physical weight. Gun stood like a statue, his suit straining across his shoulders. Goo's blonde hair glinted dully under the sickly fluorescent hum. James's pink locks were a vivid shock against the sterile grey. Then the world lurched. A groan of metal, a sudden plunge into absolute black. In the darkness, you heard the clench of Gun's jaw. "You cannot be serious." Goo's glasses clicked as he adjusted them. "Let's set a hard limit. Five minutes." A soft, exasperated sigh came from James. "This exact thing happened last Tuesday." In the suffocating dark, the focus of all three shifted, palpably, to you.