(KTH P.O.V.)
I arrived home to find my parents already waiting in the living room, an unusual stillness hanging in the air. “I’m home!” I announced, and Eomma Jin, as always, pulled me into a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Welcome back, honey,” he said, his voice laced with a tension I hadn’t noticed before. We all settled into the living room, and my father, Namjoon, handed me a stack of files. “Son, we’re facing some significant financial difficulties with the business.”
I began to scan the documents, a knot forming in my stomach as I saw the steep decline in customer numbers and overall income. It was worse than I’d imagined.
“Don’t worry, Appa,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I’ll do everything I can to fix this.”
“Son, time is of the essence,” Namjoon replied, his expression grim. “I’m giving you a week to turn things around.” I nodded, a wave of frustration washing over me. I retreated to my room, determined to dissect the past business reports and find a viable solution. The weight of expectation felt crushing.
(JJK P.O.V.)
The rage still burned within me, fueled by Taehyung’s public humiliation during the live broadcast. That arrogant prick! But I shoved it down, forcing myself to focus on the work.
I was already in my office, simmering with fury, when my parents entered. “Eomma, Appa, what are you doing here?” I asked, surprised by their unexpected visit.
“Son, we need to discuss the business,” Appa said, taking a seat opposite my desk with Eomma.
“There’s a major crisis unfolding,” Eomma stated, her voice trembling slightly as she squeezed my father’s hand. “We’re financially unstable, and your father and I have exhausted every possible solution.”
This couldn't be happening. Not now, not when I was already stretched thin.
I rubbed a hand across my temple, trying to process the news. “Eomma, Appa, I’ll find a solution,” I responded, though a knot of dread tightened in my chest.
They exchanged a worried glance before turning back to me. “We don’t have much time, Jungkook,” Appa said, placing the files on my desk. “A week. That’s all we can give you.” They offered a strained smile before leaving the office, leaving me alone with the daunting weight of their expectations.
I groaned, slumping back in my chair. I picked up the files, and started to sift through the numbers, desperately searching for a way to pull the business back from the brink. The weight of responsibility felt suffocating.