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Our lips were touching.
Tongues moving.
Hands gripping.
Elevator jolting.
Wait what–?
His hands gripped my sides harder. It was an awkward position, but it would do.
I could tell he was afraid.
But afraid of what?
It's not like we would suddenly forget each other. I mean, leaving the elevator didn't equal amnesia.
Although, I couldn't say that I wasn't kind of scared too.
Hell, I hadn't even come out yet.
But I didn't– no, I couldn't forget Jimin.
Yet, when the elevator stopped at the sixth floor, I found myself standing up, and walking away from the doors.
And all I could think while leaving was, I should have stayed.
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Elevator Music √ minjoon √
Fanfiction"H-Hi there..." "Hi." Germaphobe, Park Jimin, hates elevator rides. It's too bad he met the love of his life on one. --- Started: October 2nd, 2018 Ended: December 29th, 2019
