The soft hum of the city outside barely reached the office, where only the glow of your desk lamp cut through the dimly lit room. It was well past working hours, yet you were still looming over paperwork, eyes heavy with exhaustion.

Kyung stood by your desk, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. "You’re behind schedule—again," he said, placing a neatly organized stack of papers in front of you. Though his voice was as flat as ever, there was a faint sigh at the end, the only indication that he was already preparing for whatever excuse you were about to give.