Song recommended: Elevator by Kim Jonghyun

"Here's your delivery, Ma'am." The delivery boy said, handing in a medium-sized box to a clearly rich woman, judging from her place that was practically a huge palace and the way she was dressed up. It's 8 am so clearly she just woke up and her nightdress itself was so pretty the boy wondered about the other dresses that she probably owned. After Taemin took the rich women's signature, the door was slammed shut on his face which made him roll his eyes. Rich people. Taemin thought before walking away from the huge door towards his motorcycle that was provided to him by the company.

Taemin worked at an errand-running company as a delivery boy. Well, the pay isn't much but it still helps him get through his regular life and provides him food three times a day. And that's all he wanted. Of course, only having a high school diploma, he really can't expect to work at a big company with good pay. Though he is planning to save up some money and go to college and try to make his life less messy.

He got on the motorcycle and was about to turn the engine on when his mobile started ringing in his side pocket. He pulled it out and it was from his boss, he rolled his eyes, swiping on his screen to pick up that call.

"Hello?" Taemin answered.

"Taemin, you have another errand to go on to. I'll send you the address, pick up the things and go wherever they tell you to go okay?" The middle-aged man spoke through the speaker without giving a break and Taemin rolled his eyes once again. "Yeah, sure." He hung up and sighed.

His mobile vibrated, notifying that he received a text message. He looked at the address and it was pretty far away from where he actually was. It was a freaking airport. He'll be reaching there in like two hours. He sighed and pulled out his earphones, plugging them in one of his ears, because yes, it's dangerous when you're deaf and driving, and dying was the last thing he would consider doing.

He his engine, sprinting away from the rich environment which had huge houses and rude people living in.

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After a three-hour drive and Taemin not able to feel his bottom, he reached his destination at last, that he was more than happy because it took him one hour to find out the way after he got lost. Thanks to the man he met on his way who showed him the way out of the mess he was stuck in.

He got down from his motorcycle and pulled out his helmet, placing it on the handle, feeling the cold air on his face once again. It felt like his face was able to breathe once again.

He gave a call to the customer's number, which was sent by his boss and after a few beeps, the call was picked by a woman.

"Hello?" She politely asked and Taemin cleared his throat.

"It's the delivery boy from the errand company you called," Taemin spoke back and the sound of the woman's voice turned from polite to complete rudeness.

"What's taking you so long boy? I was waiting here for four hours now. I was about to call your boss" She exclaimed through the speaker and Taemin could feel him losing his ears. Even though Taemin wanted to snap back, he really did not want to lose his job.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience ma'am. I'm here at the airport." Taemin politely spoke back but his face showed a completely different reaction. "Alright, whatever. I'm at gate no 4." She snapped back and Taemin rolled his eyes. He wondered how he didn't end up going blind because of all the eye-rolling he did in a single day. Like is it even possible for humans to roll their eyes this much?

Taemin started making his way through all the people, crowding around the place, either waiting for their departure or people waiting for their friends or relatives to arrive. Airports always gave Taemin depressing vibes especially since the time he traveled to Jeju Island with the boy he loved for vacation and that was practically the last happy memory they had. If only he knew that would be the last happy memory he would have with him, maybe he wouldn't have traveled, maybe then he wouldn't have been so heartbroken by the other boy he adored so much. And as embarrassing it was for Taemin to admit this, he still loved him. Even after three years passed by, he still couldn't help but think about the other before going to sleep or think about him when he wakes up in the morning.

But it was over now, and no matter how much Taemin craved for the other, he had no choice but to forget about him and move on.

Just like how his lover did.

"Miss Kim?" Taemin approached a woman in her early 20's and she definitely had the look on her face that showed that she was ready to stab someone in their guts, but of course, she wouldn't do it. "Thank you for coming today." She sarcastically spoke, making Taemin cringe. Her face was stuffed with makeup, it would possibly take her like half an hour just to remove her make up. Her dress was so uncomfortably tight that even if she moves one of her muscles, it might end up exposing her parts that no one wants to see.

Taemin pushed all his thoughts at the back of his mind "I'm sorry for the inconvenience ma'am. Where's the delivery package?" Taemin said and she pointed to a medium-sized box with yellow paper wrapping around it.

"Make sure you give this in the hands of Mr. Choi, the director of the Choi companies." Miss Kim spoke, looking at her wristwatch and then back to Taemin. "My flight is in 10 minutes now, just make sure it reaches him" She held the handle of her black suitcase and started walking towards the departure gate with her heels clanking against the clear marble floor.

Taemin held the package tightly and started walking towards his motorcycle. He couldn't help but feel weird about all this. He didn't know why, but even though they were millions of Choi's in Korea, he couldn't help but wish it was the one Choi he wanted to meet, but the other half of him wanted it to be anyone else but not the one he knew.

Taemin gave out a dry chuckle, rolling his eyes once again. "What is this? A drama? Get out of your imaginary world, Lee Taemin. This is a reality, not a freaking drama" Taemin spoke to himself, before wearing the helmet once again and placing himself on the motorcycle, zooming away from the crowded airport.

It was always like this. The hope that lit up in him whenever he had to deliver a package to someone, which was every day. He was reminded of a person who he tried his best to forget. He tried to forget him, hate him, by thinking about the way he has hurt the 18-year-old boy, who was so weak, so young, so immature back then. But at the end of the day, he couldn't help but fall asleep at the thought of him and that just made him hate himself more than he did the day before.

To be honest, he didn't know if he ever got a chance with him once again, would he really get back with him. He didn't know if he still had feelings for the other, his heart was confused. The type of confusion which was too hard to solve. His eyes fell on the yellow box which was kept in front of him in the holder that was attached to the head of the scooter.

Taemin was always the type of person who was curious about the things which were in the packages which were given to him for the errands, but as usual, it wasn't his business to know about it and he had no right to either. But he still couldn't help but be curious, because he never really got any parcels which were delivered to his house, just a letter. The letter which he wanted to burn but he couldn't but other than that literally nothing because he never really had anyone with him other than his mom and an elder brother who's in the military now. So he's practically a breadwinner in his house for now.

He took out his mobile to see the directions to his destination and surprisingly he was pretty near, which he was more than glad for. Five deliveries in a literally different part of Seoul isn't an easy thing as it sounds, his whole body was screaming pain and he just wanted to go and lay down on his bed and take a long sleep. But that's only possible after he makes his delivery.

The end of the summer airbrushed through his pale face which was exposed from the helmet, he really didn't want to feel suffocated like how he did on his way to the airport and he did enjoy the warm air, it was soon going to be fall for which, he was more than excited for.

Fall and winter were his favorite seasons of the year. Like who doesn't even like winter to be honest. It's the most peaceful season, and also Christmas was his favorite holiday season... Well, used to be. Maybe he liked winter because that's the season where everything makes him feel lonely and even when there is really no reason, he feels empty, but by now, he was used to all these feelings but it scared him, he wasn't really sure whether he did want winter to come around so soon. Was he ready to face the harsh coldness that was going to surround him? Was he ready to face the happiness which he was supposed to feel in those holidays but never really felt? Was he ready to go through the guilt-trip of not being happy when he has everything, yet have nothing? In fact, was he ready to face the harsh life that was ahead of him? No one knows and all these thoughts, no matter how hard he tried, could never leave his mind, and that would lead him to sleepless nights and dark circles underneath his eyes the next day.

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Taemin pulled the handle bringing his motorcycle to a stop, pulling in front of a really tall glass building, it really was pretty. They were people wearing work suites, going in and out of the building, some of them with their colleagues and some alone.

He grabbed the box from the holder and walked towards the huge office building, He went through the rotating doors, walking towards the reception and there was a young woman in her 20's something on the other side of the desk. Taemin cleared his throat before approaching and stood in front of the women and plastered his lips into a smile, trying to seem as sweet as possible. The woman looked up at the young boy and smiled back.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The women offered a sweet voice which made Taemin feel slightly better. But just slightly though.

"Um," He looked down at the box to look if any name was given but it was just Mr. Choi, Director of Choi company. Taemin sighed looking back up at the women. "I have this delivery for Mr. Choi..... the director." She looked at him with a confused look on her face "Actually Mr. Choi is out for a meeting. You can give this to me and I'll give it to him" She offered.

"No, I'd like to give it to him personally," Taemin said, remembering the request Ms. Kim made of giving the parcel personally to the person and smiled at her. "Well, then you can wait or go up and face his secretary and sort it out with her. His office is on the 9th floor." A hint of annoyance was clearly shown in her voice but she tried her best to keep her cool and hide it with her smile.

Taemin bowed out of respect and walked towards the elevators, pressing the button and waiting for one of the elevators to come down from the 12th floor. This building was really HUGE. They were in fact 22 floors in this building. One of the elevator doors opened and Taemin entered, pressing the 9th floor, sliding his left hand in his jeans pocket and the parcel was tuck under his right.

His gaze fell to the well, clean marble floor with a weird yet pretty design on it, waiting for the doors to close and as they were about to close suddenly a beep sound was heard. Taemin looked up to see that someone had brought their arm in between the elevator door to stop it from closing. The doors swung open revealing a young man in a suit who sighed in relief.

Taemin's eyes widened and he could feel all his senses leave him at once, it was exactly the moment where people describe as everything around them coming to a halt, completely freezing... but in a suffocating way. The younger boy could feel as if someone was choking him and making him remember every worst memory that was hidden way back in his mind. The memories he wanted to hide and forget so much were present right in front of him on a large LCD TV, tormenting him.

His world was slipping from under his legs, in fact, they were crumbling down all around him, he could feel tears burning in the back of his eyes, but he was trying his best not to show them "M-Minho?" Taemin tried his best not to stutter but couldn't help and internally cursed himself for it.

Minho entered the lift, looking straight in front not even minding the shorter boy who wanted to disappear or run away. "Which floor?" Minho asked still not looking towards the younger but got no reply. He rolled his eyes and was about to press the 9th-floor button but it was already pressed.

If stares could kill people, Minho would've been long gone. As the lift went up Taemin couldn't help himself but stare at the elderly boy. Where did the polite boy go? Where did the softness in his brown eyes go? He could clearly sense a difference in the other. Did he really not recognize him? Did he really forget about him? Did he really hate the other so much to the point that he can't even remember who he was? The boy who he loved so dearly? What did he do so wrong to be treated this way? All these thoughts were piercing through his chest and stabbing him continuously. He really thought he was over him but wow, he's on the edge of breaking down and hugging him and telling him how much he missed him, how the past three years were miserable without him, he didn't even know if Minho was even alive.

"M-Minh-" He was about to reach the other's arm to grab his attention as tears filled his eyes. More than anything, Taemin was more than glad to see how well he was, he was so glad he was alive, he was glad to see him once again. All the times he stayed out of Minho's apartment in hopes that he would come back, The nights which were spent by him, trying to search the other.

Even if everything was over between them through a god damned letter that was found in his bag a month after Minho went missing. The cruel words that were written on the white sheet were still so clear in Taemin's mind. He just wanted to know the answer, maybe then he could move on.

His mind went blank and all his thoughts were pushed aside, replaced with nervousness when suddenly all the lights started flickering and the whole apartment took a huge jerk. Minho's eyes widened as he rushed towards the younger boy involuntarily pulling him down to the floor and hovering over him, grabbing both of his arms to keep him steady. Taemin closed his eyes, grabbing tightly on his parcel like his life was depending on it. The elevator took another jerk before the whole elevator had a light out and it stopped moving, but after a second, the green emergency light came up.

Taemin sighed and slowly opened his eyes that were directly met with the dark brown orbs which he craved for, the eyes that gave him strength, the eyes that held his entire world in. Those beautiful eyes only belonged to one person who he was still in love with. Who he wanted to hold. He just knew the sweet, loving boy who was trapped behind a tough wall.

Minho stared deeply in the younger boy's eyes, the eyes that told him everything would be alright, the eyes that shed millions of tears for him, the eyes that he could see himself in. He glanced at Taemin from top to bottom to see if he got hurt and closed his eyes when he was relieved that the other was okay. He dropped his arms from either of the s