Taemin still feels shivers running down his spine whenever he recalls the incident in the lift just last week. 

Though it wouldn't beat his blushing and giggles. 

They had just finished their mini concert and were leaving the venue for their dorm. Taemin was the last to pack up because, well, his mobile phone was mysteriously missing and had to spend a longer time to search for it. 

His other hyungs, except for Onew, couldn't be bothered because they had always known this careless trait of their maknae. They had all left for the van while the leader waited patiently for him outside the dressing room. 

Taemin could've sworn he'd put it on the counter neatly before he went on stage. 

When he was done twenty minutes later (found it between the cushions on the couch), the backstage and corridors were mostly empty and eerily silent, save for the noise of some flickering lights. 

Taemin bit his lip in frustration as his after-work boyfriend walked steadily ahead of him, uncaring of how the surrounding was spooking the younger. He found himself glancing behind every few steps, paranoid. He wished Jinki would hold his hand and walk by his side, then at least his heart would be at ease, and he would feel safe knowing his lover would protect him. But no, that pabo was just that oblivious. 

Taemin felt like his prayers were answered when a bright beam of light shone at him. He looked up to see Jinki holding the door to the cargo lift for him, and he dashed right in. 

He thought he saw a faint smirk Jinki had on his face when he rushed in, but he was too upset to care. He slouched against the metal wall of the lift, heaving a small sigh of relief as the machine started lowering them down from the seventh floor. Even until now, Jinki hasn't spoken a single word to him since the end of their stage.

'Maybe he's just tired.' Taemin told himself without conviction. 

But still he struggled to stop the forming pout. He had gone four days deprived of his favourite hyung’s touch, for Onew had been going back and forth his home and the dorm to visit his parents. Taemin definitely couldn’t say no. Besides, he adores Jinki’s parents as much as they to him.

Suddenly, the lift jerked hard and came to a halt between the 3rd and 4th storey. 

"Hyung!" Taemin yelled out instinctively, all the horrors from yesterday's movie night flooding his mind. 

The maknae plastered his back against the metal frame behind him, looking around the huge ghostly elevator. Were they trapped in the breakdown?

“Minnie…Tae, I’m here.” Jinki immediately wrapped his arms around the younger, pulling him in to his embrace.

Taemin went in for the hug without hesitation, forgetting his temporary disappointment with his boyfriend. He snuggled in close and inhaled his scent, calming himself down. His hand crept in under Jinki’s coat, drawing him in closer.

“It’s okay, hyung is here.” Jinki chuckled, knowing exactly what was going through Taemin’s mind.

The leader kissed his cherished maknae’s forehead, then his temple, trailing soft kisses to his nose, his cheeks and settling with a peck on his lips.

“I miss you, hyung.” Taemin whispered quietly, still loud and clear in the empty lift.

Jinki only smiled sweetly back at his love, going in for another kiss. Except this time, Taemin was not going to let him go so easily. He linked his hands behind the elder’s neck, tugging him for a deeper romantic kiss. Taemin slightly at his hyung’s lower lips, wanting to go further. It was precious to know that his boyfriend was yearning for him just as much, Jinki couldn’t hold it in himself to take it slow; he slipped his tongue in to arrest Taemin’s, past caring any resistance the younger might have (which he absolutely did not).

Jinki’s left hand grabbed at the younger’s waist atrociously, feeling up whatever he’d missed for the past few days, his other hand tangling himself in Taemin’s soft hair. What he’d craved most between them were kisses like these; hot and passionate ones. They had always settled for light, sweet pecks to accommodate for their recent tight schedules, and one would seem to fall asleep before the other when they finally reached home.

Both men had forgotten about being held up in the lift. Taemin first let go panting for oxygen, breathing hard as his chest heaved up and down. Damn, it was times like this he’d wondered why was human biologically structured to breathe. But Jinki enjoyed a lusting maknae, he continued kissing down his jaws and his neck. The dancer felt the hair on the back of his neck stand as Jinki slowly up from his neckline to his jaws teasingly.

“Hyung…” Taemin panted, heated from that seductive gesture.

The lift jerked another time and started moving, distracting them both of what they were going to do next (A/N: *winks*).

When they finally reached the basement carpark, the door opened and a stench of tires and gas filled their noses. The place was almost vacant of cars but SHINee’s, where everyone was already contemplating to leave those two behind.

Jinki grabbed Taemin’s hand firmly and ran for the van.

“Umma! The lift broke down earlier for a while, Onew hyung and I was trapped inside! I thought I was going to die!” Taemin exaggerated, though what he really meant was dying from the lack of air with all that kissing.

“What nonsense. There was no alarm or whatsoever. And you came down safely, so how was it a breakdown?” Kibum said curtly, “And why is your hair in a mess?”

That kept Taemin’s head spinning for the rest of the night.

Till today, Taemin still couldn’t figure the reason for the lapse of the lift.  

He didn’t seem to question why his phone was misplaced, why Onew hyung was the only one waiting for him while everyone left, why Onew was smirking before the lift door closed, and why didn’t the sensible Onew hyung first pressed the alarm when the lift broke down.

And the best part was, Taemin still didn’t figure what the ‘Lift Stop’* button was for.

*Lift Stop: A button in cargo lifts meant to stop lifts, to make loading and unloading easier.

And what can I say, Jinki had everything planned in his mind, and Taemin's predictable reactions fell into place nicely, making the plan "Kiss the hell out of Taemin" a success! (laughs)