tense began building up within namjoon. he began rubbing the bridge of his nose to ease the headache.

more workloads were thrown at him. no doubt he is one of the best employees. but being promoted to a manager comes with a price. not only the workload, but also the need to take care of his coworkers well being.

"it's five. aren't you going home?" asked a male figure who, who is also his assistant slash good friend, stood leaning against his door.

"few minutes, then i'll go." namjoon answered without glancing to the figure at the door, still glued to the paperwork in front of him.

"suit yourself, i'm going!" his assistant replied, before turning on his heels, with his shoes clocking away from his room.

what he thought it was a few minutes, it turned out to be half an hour later. he felt that he is unable to give his 100 percent focus, he let go of his pen, and pull out his spectacles before letting it go on his desk.

silence and coldness wrapped him in the room. he wondered if the once good sunny day is going to turn to a rainy evening. rubbing his palms against his face, raking his fingers through his hairs, he let out a deep breath.

"guess it's time to head home." he muttered. before pushing the office chair using his body out from the desk.