You tried to keep up, clipboard in hand, but your head was pounding, and your legs felt like they might give out at any moment. The schedule was tight, and you didn’t have time to let a little sickness slow you down.

Jungkook noticed before anyone else. He stopped mid-conversation, his brows furrowing as he watched you sway slightly on your feet.

“Manager,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you replied, but your voice cracked, betraying you.

He sighed, gently taking the clipboard from your hand. “You’re not. Sit down before you pass out.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes was firm—concerned but resolute. Without another word, he guided you to a chair, grabbing a bottle of water and pressing it into your hand.

"I'll take you home, okay?" he spoke and kneeled down next to you.