002. The Elevator

“I ing hate you Taehyung, I really do. How can you be so goddamn stupid? Look at all these suitcases. You brought five. And I brought one. One! How could you lose the one suitcase that was mine? I swear to god-”

Jimin’s whining is cut short as the elevator dings and the doors open. In steps a boy that looks really young and really mature at the same time. He’s wearing black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, showing off collarbones. He smells like strawberries.

“...Sup.” The boy nods towards the pair, failing to notice the tense atmosphere. He presses the button that reads ‘4’. Why is he taking the elevator from floor three to floor four? Jimin wonders.

Taehyung coughs awkwardly as the journey continues. The doors open and the boy leaves, bringing the strawberry scent with him.

“What a brat,” Jimin concludes. He’s already decided he hates this boy.

“A hot brat,” Taehy