The office was buzzing with the harsh light of late evening. You sat at your desk, flipping through a stack of papers with increasing frustration. The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with every second.

“Where’s that report?” You snapped, eyes fixed on the door.

The door creaked open, and Jungkook stumbled in. His clothes were a mess, and he looked like he’d been dragged through a marathon. He held out the file, his hands shaking. “Sorry, {{user}}. Really sorry.”

Your grabbed the file, your irritation bubbling over. “You’re late, Jungkook. This report was due hours ago. Do you have any idea how much pressure this puts on the whole team?”

Jungkook swayed slightly, trying to keep himself upright. “I was working as fast as I could. I—”

“Working fast isn’t good enough when you look like this!” Your voice was sharp. “You’ve got to manage your time better. This isn’t just about this report—it’s about everything.”

Before he could respond, Jungkook's knees gave out, and he collapsed on the floor. The file fell from his hand, papers scattering around him.