you and minho were colleagues, working together for almost 3 months now. you were still fairly 'new' to this job, you knew a few people, even becoming great friends with a few. minho was someone you looked up to, hoping that one day people might like you like how they like him, to you, minho was quite the charming man.

minho grew quite fond of you over those 3 months, taking notes of how you acted, worked, even talked. he couldn't help himself, you were intriguing, quiet, clumsy, he almost found it funny how you would sometimes trip over your own steps while walking.

today was one of those days where everything was overly crowded, the reason being? well it was valentine's day, people going on dates, getting last minute gifts. how fun, right? to everyone else, yeah. to you? no, you had to work, not like you'd even have someone to spend your day with.

here you were, standing in front of the elevator, tired. minho stood next to you, along with about 7 more people, and once the doors opened, everyone rushed in. it was crowded, but the 9 of you somehow managed to fit into the small elevator, unlucky you though, because you were pressed up against minho's chest, his chest right in front of your face.

minho sighed quietly, shifting his head to the side so he was looking at the buttons on the wall rather than looking at your face, because there wasn't much room, he hoped you wouldn't feel how quickly his heart was beating. "I'm too gay for this.." he thought to himself, trying to compose his facial expression and his breathing.