airplane mode; kv ✓

twenty one.

Taehyung gagged loud, crying out from how much he was throwing up. He was confused as to why his hangover was so bad since he drank a little amount — he also took a good amount of allergy medicine. Not too much though since obviously he didn't want overdose.

I've always taken like 5 max, whys it affecting me now? Taehyung gasped for air and reached out for his phone. He couldn't breathe nor did he have the energy to move, he felt paralysed and itchy.

"Hello?" He breathed out and weakly fell back onto the ground, gasping for air desperately.

"Hello? What?" Jimin spoke on the other end tiredly, "It's like 6 am why are-"

"I can't breathe," Taehyung panted, "The pills-"

"Use your fucking epipen- don't die! Don't die!" Jimin screamed into the phone and Taehyung could hear the sound of running, "I'm coming!"

Is he coming? Jeongguk sat at his office and glanced at his watch. It was now 11 am, and there was no sign of Taehyung. He wondered if his apology yesterday wasn't sincere enough and therefore Taehyung wasn't going to come back.

He leaned against his chair with a slight frown and a dazed expression. Was Taehyung really not going to come back?

However, when he remembered that the boy had an allergy to alcohol he quickly picked up his phone and began to text the boy.

jk
Morning Kim, are you feeling okay?

He waited for a reply, the boys replies were usually rapid taking no longer than two minutes to answer. So, when he didn't get an instant response he only grew more worried.

Jeongguk decided to focus on the issue instead, he had made a promise which he had fulfil if he wanted Taehyung back in the company. With a swift movement he stood up from his chair and angrily exited the building.

He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt and straightened out his blazer whilst furiously making his way towards the elevator.

"Is he mad because of Taehyung? Did he fire him?" An employer whispered which made Jeongguk pause and snap his head around.

"Can someone tell me if their head of department conducted a meeting about a contract?" He asked the finance team first, and then decided if he would ask the others.

When they all looked at their computers or laptops intensely so he decided to keep walking. Once he was inside, he paid a visit down to the second floor where mainly staff rooms were and meeting rooms.

As expected, the four troublemakers were seated together having coffee together and laughing about whatever.

"Mr. Jeon!" One gasped which made the rest turn around with wide eyes and greet him by standing up.

"How's the contract going?" Jeongguk raised an eyebrow trying to contain his anger as much as he could. He couldn't believe that people he had been working with for years were that immature and could treat a 19 year old like that. Then, he recalled how he was treating Taehyung too and felt guilt.

"O-oh um, it's going well," Mrs. Kim spoke for them and nervously glanced around, "Our departments have wrote their part and we are just reviewing it,"

"Great, I want it finished by today, or you're all getting fired. I don't tolerate this kind of work ethic," Jeongguk sternly told the group who nodded in response. Do I fire them without being here?

"Yes sir," The group said in unison, however, Jeongguk couldn't trust them.

"Okay," Jeongguk grabbed a spare chair and sat down a few desks away, "Keep writing then," he encouraged the group and showed no signs of leaving until the contract was completed. He watched them with a sharp gaze until his phone that was laid out on his desk lit up.