— entrance

@✦ l. felix ((sorry for the slowness! I've been on holiday.))

Mingyu was never late, absolutely never. The office was essentially his home, and his need to be perfect in everything he did shone through his stickler personality. So when his car stalled before work and the traffic slowed him even further, he was, needless to say, a bit frantic. He made it in the door with only a few minutes to spare, holding his paperwork tight against his chest as he rushed into the (thankfully waiting) elevator. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he presses the button for the 16th floor and checks his watch. A close call, but he'd make it, he thinks to himself, before seeing a man running towards him, hands outstretched in the universal 'hold the elevator!' way. He eyes the boy and then the elevator's close button in contemplation, deciding himself on being a jerk rather than being late. His eyes continue to dart back and forth as he watches the door close in front of him, and he's almost in the clear before the smaller forces the door back open with his foot. .

But he can still make it, right? Or so he thinks, before seeing the other boy hastily press every single button in the elevator. Was this revenge for closing the door? Or just cosmic karma coming back for him with immediacy? "..." Mingyu lets out the curse with a simple groan, slumping against the back of the elevator. Now there was no was of keeping his pristine image in the office, and he would no doubt this hiccup would push back every one of his issues today. "A rush..." A dry laugh leaves his mouth as he speaks, his stern, rigid demeanor becoming quite apparent. "Aren't we always in a rush?"

@✦ k. mingyu From the corner of his eye, Felix spots the elevator door open. Knowing that the elevator was infamous for being slow, missing the lift would mean waiting for who knows how long. Clutching the stack of papers tightly, he picks up the pace and makes a mad dash for the elevators. The two doors begin to inch towards each other, and just when it seems like the gap is nonexistent, Felix flings his foot in between, effectively forcing the elevator door to open once more. He quietly slips in before the door starts to close again, not really paying attention to the other person in the lift. As he fishes for his phone in his pocket to check where he was supposed to deposit the papers in his hand, the lift begins to move. Felix knows if the lift goes all the way up, he's gonna miss his floor and have to wait for the lift to make it's way down again. So in a state of panic, he decides the best course of action would, of course, be to press every single button. After using both his index fingers to press the buttons all the way from the first to the sixteenth, he remembers he's not alone in the lift. Felix sheepishly turns his head to face the male standing a few inches away from him in the small lift.

"Uhh, sorry about that. I... hope you're not in a rush," Felix says hastily, bowing his head slightly before taking a peek at his (maybe) co-worker. When he sees the other towering over him, he can't help but gulp, immediately regretting pressing every single button.

@★ k. taehyung There was never a tedious moment that went by where Jungkook did not think about how the day prior to this went, invading his body with another surge of adrenaline from the blast of irritation and humiliation he was left feeling. Those who knew Jungkook personally, be it his coworkers, friends, and even family members—knew that it was hard to get him to react negatively to any situation he was put in. He was always relatively tolerant and considerate to those who approached him, often getting the title “pushover” for the way he tended to aid those in their work or complications they may have faced at home. He lacked what many people prodded him for not acquiring; and that was the lack of competitiveness, which put him in the multiple situations where he would overwhelm himself with not only his work—but others.

Yesterday, however… yesterday was another level of anger he had experienced. Although the remainder of that night turned blurry due to drowning himself in alcohol with some buddies to release the tension that weighed upon his shoulders—he still could only remember bits and pieces of how that night went.

But gosh… even in his thoughts, he could not bring himself to curse up a storm like his heart wanted to do. Yesterday could have been the second worst day of his life he ever experienced. Why was he so easy to pick on? He had this issue in the many schools he had never stayed no longer than a year in, running in and out with bullies left and right; teasing him from his hair, his unique looks, and pranking him from school and online. So, it would be a lie to say he was immune to the constant pranks Taehyung had pulled the first few months of his arrival. There would be times he would laugh and shrug it off, not paying it any mind despite the protests he earned from other coworkers wanting to come to his defense. Jungkook, however, was highly unconfrontational so the mere thought of confronting someone left him anxious and emotional due to wanting to have peace with everyone. But man… the pranks seemed to have been getting intense each passing month, to the point where he could feel the fuel that was once on empty now filling up and spilling over every time he was coddle in another prank from the older male. Why was he always the target? The prank from yesterday was somewhat of a blur, all he could remember was that he saw red and finally cursed out the older male in anger. It took him by surprise and their coworkers who soon began gossiping about what transpired the entire day.

From burning cheeks to nearly having a panic attack in the bathroom from all of the attention he gained from that incident, he swore to himself to never speak to the male who pulled that hideous side out of him. The side that reminded him of his father… Slightly jerking upwards due to the loud clapping of thunder echoing outside, his gaze drifted to his watch that beeped to remind him that he yet again, went passed his time and shifted into overtime. Threading his nimble digits through his messy locks, he pushed himself away from his desk and began closing down and cleaning his area; swift steps leading him to grab his suitcase and chocolate milk carton—not wanting to forget the most important piece there—before he spun on the heel of his shoe and walked in the direction towards the door. Usually, all it took was a simple push to nudge the doors open. But it would not budge.

There was no way… He shook his head and used his hip this time to lightly bump against the glass doors, hoping for a different reaction, only to get the same response. “Is anyone out there? Can you hear me?!” His voice became louder with every passing minute that went by, finally realizing that he could potentially be stuck here the entire night. Did the janitor leave as well? His frantic palms knocked against the glass doors to catch the attention of anyone or anything on the outside—his mind sending him into another panic frenzy. This was just not his week.