There you have it.
No other than Kim Namjoon going to work.
And as it was mentioned, he wasn't scared of the things that were about to happen nor of his boss.
However, he couldn't help but walk faster than his usual speed to get there.
Because even though he was strong, he didn't want to keep his boss waiting.
Namjoon was imagining the scenes that were about to happen even now.
His boss yelling at him.
His boss threatening him with his life.
His boss threatening him with his job.
His boss almost firing him.
And then his boss telling him to stop wasting time and put his ass to work.
So basically nothing new.
Because even though he was so stubborn, Namjoon was doing his job the best and that satisfied the hell out of his boss.
He looked at the time and made sure it wasn't too late. If 'too late' was still the case.
Namjoon didn't even have time to change into more professional clothes because that would've costed him too much time.
And damn it, what's the point in dressing up when later all of your clothes are going to be anywhere but your body.
Actually that was what Namjoon asked himself everytime he went to his workplace.
However, he didn't have time for reminiscing about all of that. He pulled his right hand out, grabbed the handle and pushed the door out of his way, in order to save extra time that could cost him his daily salary.
Namjoon ran on the stairs even though the panel next to them was clearly saying "Dont run on the stairs"
In his opinion, that panel should find someone who can actually give a shit about all of that, because he wasn't having it.
He looked at his phone again, searching with his eyes the place where the time was shown on the display.
But the panel wasn't there without a reason, so the next thing Namjoon did was to trip over one and hurt his right arm. And now he realised he should've had maybe given a damn.
"Ugh fuck"
He stood up as fast as he could but the pain was numbing his legs.
But boss' door was so close, Namjoon couldn't give up, not when it was right there, right in front of him.
He took all of the power he had inside and pushed through the pain, walking to the door and knocking on it.
"Fucking hell" he said under his breath again before seeing a familiar face
