𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 8

You entered your office, frustration palpable within you, like a heavy weight pressing down on your shoulders. "What does he think he is! Stupid Muscle Rabbit!" you muttered under your breath, your voice laced with irritation. The day had been long and exhausting, and the headache that throbbed at your temples felt like a relentless drumbeat.

Sinking into your chair, you rubbed your temples in a futile attempt to soothe the pain, but it only intensified, making you feel more overwhelmed. You could feel the tension building in your neck, and the light from the fluorescent bulbs above seemed to pierce through your skull. With a sigh, you reached for your phone and called your assistant.

"Yes, Ms. Y/N, you called me!" Bora said, her voice cheerful as she entered the room, a stark contrast to your mood.

You forced a smile, but it felt strained. "Yes! Bora, I’m going home! I’m not feeling well—please don’t mess up anything, and handle everything here! Okay?" Your voice was firm, but beneath it, you could feel the exhaustion creeping in.

Bora nodded, concern flickering in her eyes. "Don’t worry, Ms. Y/N! I will handle everything! You just take care of yourself!" Her sincerity brought a small sense of comfort, and you appreciated her support as you turned to leave.

Stepping outside, you took a deep breath, but it felt shallow and unsatisfying. Your phone buzzed, and you answered it, the familiar voice of Zyran breaking through your haze. "H-Hello! Z-Zey—"

"Hey! What happened to you?" Zyran asked, his tone urgent as soon as he heard the strain in your voice.

"No—nothing, Zey! Please, can you pick me up from my workplace? I can't go by myself!" you pleaded, gripping the phone tightly as if it could anchor you.

"Yeah! Yeah, just wait 15 minutes! I will be there!" Zyran replied quickly, his concern evident.

As you hung up the phone, you leaned against the cool wall, closing your eyes tightly, trying to block out the world. You could hear the distant sounds of the office and the bustling street outside, but all you wanted was a moment of peace.

Jungkook was leaning on the balcony inhaling fresh air, trying to shake off the heaviness of the day.

"Y/N, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Yoongi asked, his voice laced with concern as he noticed you outside, leaning against the wall and clutching your head. He had intended to grab a bite to eat but paused, worry taking precedence.

Jungkook's gaze dropped down to you, his heart racing as he heard Yoongi's voice. His eyes were instantly drawn to you, taking in your fragile state. You stood there, a faint smile directed at Yoongi, completely unaware of Jungkook's presence.

"A-Am F-fine, oppa! I-I was just waiting for Zyran! Am going home!" you stuttered, trying to sound more composed than you felt.

But Yoongi wasn’t convinced. "Y/N, you're not fine! I can tell by your appearance!" His tone was firm, and concern etched on his face.

You smiled, shaking your head lightly. "Am fine, oppa, don't worry!" But as you spoke, a wave of dizziness washed over you, and you clutched your head tighter, the world around you starting to blur.

Jungkook's heart sank as he watched you. "Y/N, oh my god, you're not fine!" Yoongi shouted, reaching for your hand, his grip firm and protective.

"Am-am f-fin—" you stuttered, struggling to clear your vision, but it felt like a thick fog was closing in.

Jungkook hurriedly stepped down, his heart pounding, but then he hesitated, frozen in place as panic settled in.

"Y/N!" Zyran's voice cut through the tension as he sprinted toward you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Ze-zey! Am- just tired, Doofus! Take me home!" you said, annoyance creeping into your voice as you clung to him.