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I ran from my office to the elevator, Jisoo's voice still ringing in my ears, '-and don't you dare talk back to me! Those guys are waiting for you! Go get the damn files, Namjoon. You take more than five minutes, and you're dead.', its squeaky tone chasing me to my destination.
I saw a familiar face holding the doors open, awaiting my arrival, but I wasn't in my right state of mind to see who it was. All I could recognize as I hurried over to the cubicle was the light and jazzy tone coming from its insides, embracing the small, moving room. The melody blissful but incoherent to me as I reached my destined area a panting mess.
The guy seemed annoyed to say the least, but I sighed a quiet 'thanks' nonetheless. My finger pressed the button marked '6', the number lighting up in a youthful orange shade as I noticed the button marked as '5' in the same state. The machine traveled down as I noticed a strange sound coming from it, I attempted to focus on something else. Like the music. The jazz rung into my ears, a vintage sounding melody humming its way from the speakers into my ea-
Uh oh.
That can't be good.
The machinery stopped working, the elevator coming to a stop as well as the music, a screeching noise filling our surroundings in its stead. Saying I was nervous was an understatement as the emergency bell went off, annoying me further because, Jisoo is gonna fucking kill me.
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Elevator Music √ minjoon √
Fanfiction"H-Hi there..." "Hi." Germaphobe, Park Jimin, hates elevator rides. It's too bad he met the love of his life on one. --- Started: October 2nd, 2018 Ended: December 29th, 2019
