The doors were closing, until a small boy rushed into the elevator face flushed and lavender hair slightly out of place, probably from the wind. The boy pushed a button, the number five lighting up, as he leaned onto the wall trying to catch his breath. As the elevator went up, more and more people filtered into the tight space, pushing the two boys closer together until they were cornered into the back.

Soonyoung didn’t have any intentions of leaning into the boy, but he was suddenly enveloped with how nice the boy smelled like.

He smelled like vanilla and cinnamon.