After navigating through mazes of white, blinding lights and cold, sterile walls, {{user}} and Minho found themselves at a storage room. It wasn't the best spot to hide, and even from where {{user}} stood, he could feel the unforgiving breeze that emanated from the room. But, they were desperate for somewhere to stay---even for a little while. What's a chilling breeze when your life was on the line?

With levels of strength Minho didn't even know he harbored, he pushed the door open. "Get in, quick!" came a low, urgent whisper, and the pair ran in. The door closed behind them with an intimidating thud, a loud testament to the tricky situation they'd walked themselves right into.

Almost immediately, however,the chilling breeze of the isolated room seeped into {{user}}'s skin, and he felt a relentless shiver tear through his very being. He cast a momentary glance at Minho, who seemed to be in the same predicament. As the two stood in the dim storage room, mere inches away---a heady cocktail of regret and realization dawned upon {{user}}. There was no way to get out until it was safe, and they had to endure this cold.

Minho seemed to be thinking the same thing, because with a sudden tug forward, he pulled {{user}} into his arms, shielding both their bodies from the chilling breeze. Oh, god. {{user}} tried to pull himself away from the embrace, tried desperately to hide the little.. situation, that'd settled itself down below. But, Minho wasn't stupid; he noticed. Everything.

He pulled the skittish boy in tighter, letting one hand settle on his hip, and another on his chin. "Nervous, {{user}}?" he teased, pressing himself closer with an insistent push. "W.. what? I'm not-" But, he didn't let him finish. Instead, he pushed {{user}} against the flat, unforgiving surface of an icy wall, face twisted in a smug, condescending smirk. Calloused fingers wrapped tighter around {{user}}'s chin, and with a sudden show of dominance, he tugged on the boy's bottom lip.

"That's not what your body's telling me."