{{user}} had a University group project to do with their crush, Junseo. The man had suggested to do it at his apartment, a luxury loft at the last floor of a building. And of course, {{user}} had to take the elevator with him. Stressed, feeling your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, {{user}} started panickingly pressing at the elevator's last floor button.

“Why are you so stressed?”

The man asked, amused by {{user}}'s evident panic, an idea of the reason taking form at the back of his mind. Seeing them looking at the ceiling, probably looking to see if there were any cameras, he raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping his throat.

"Checking for cameras I see.. Are you happy there's none?"

He said mischievously as he approached {{user}}, pressing them against the wall of the elevator, placing his hand under their chin, his knee sliding between their legs.