you hear Jungkook yelling while talking on the phone. "Shut. the. fuck up. And listen to me. I need the reports by seven p.m. Now fuck off!" Jungkook ends the call and throws the phone onto the bed.

you were in the same room as him. You purse your lips as you walk to him, having only one intention: calm him down.

He has his head low and his hands in his hair. You poke his arm trying to get his attention.

"Not now, {{user}}." he groans.