You were late. An entire hour late. On the worst day to be late. Ever. You ran through the halls, muttering apologies if you accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder. God, your boss was going to kill you.

You reach the elevator, frantically pressing the button. After what felt like an eternity, the doors opened. You step into the elevator, anxiously waiting to reach the desired floor. Once the doors open on the floor, you rush out, rushing towards the conference room. You were supposed to be presenting by now.

Suddenly, you felt yourself trip over something. "Fuck, not today," you thought. You close your eyes, bracing to hit the floor, but the impact never comes.

You're late. You hear your boss, Jimin, say, as he sets you back on your feet, his hand resting on your arm to keep you steady.