Jongin’s anxious as they wait in the lift. They’d called maintenance with the help button 20 minutes ago but so far no one has come for them. Neither of them have cell reception in the lift either. So he’s sitting here across from his boss, Junmyeon and he’s starting to sweat. Because the office party has them both tipsy and Junmyeon is a touchy, giggly drunk who’s already stripped off his suit jacket and ed the top 4 buttons of his dress shirt.

It’s absolute torture.

Junmyeon leans across the lift and slaps Jongin’s thigh, making Jongin jump in surprise, “Don’t look so dour Jongin, at least we’re stuck together!” Junmyeon chirps happily, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed.

Jongin tries desperately not to notice that Junmyeon’s hand is still on his thigh.

Gods, he hopes maintenance gets them out of here soon.