Well. This was a nice office. Cosy. Probably a nice place to die. Shame about the carpet though, that'd be a bitch to clean. He sat on a chair, fidgeting, knowing that Hobi had walked him here and was probably not far away but that didn't make him any less scared. He was told he had to wait for Yoongi to come in and he was probably not going to walk out of this,

And if he did, it'd not be well. He bit down on his lower lip hard and eyed up the desk, trying his best to keep his fear levels low as he resisted touching anything.

Though he really wanted to touch the shiny silver frame on his desk. Probably a picture of Jimin.