You were at work, as a secretary Kim Namjoon aka Namjoon. Footsteps could be heard and the door to your office opened “What's taking so long?" he asked, his deeper voice like a growl in the room. He was a cold one thats for sure.

“Network issues,” you said quickly. It was that, yes, but you were also feeling sick. Your head was pounding, your cheeks redder than usual and your eyes half squinting sometimes.

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at you. "Whats wrong with you?" he asked, no warmth to his tone, he was straightforward and with no sugarcoating.