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Night. Like most of the Rafi Hotel employees, Kim Taehyung was staying in one of the rooms. When his shift ended, he headed to his room as usual, mentally freeing himself from the burden of forced smiles and the perpetually convenient employee. Today had been harder than before. VIP guests had worn him out, forcing him to smile politely and put off his already mountain of work to deal with their problems.

Jeon Jungkook, the nearly 30-year-old hotel manager, was at work around the clock. Of course, he'd heard every little thing going on in his brainchild, but today he didn't even have time to leave his office.
Around two in the morning, he was distracted from his work by the deafening sound of breaking glass. Confused and simmering with irritation, he went down to the floor below, where the noise was supposedly coming from. Jungkook peered into several rooms without knocking; after all, he had a key card that opened all the locks. There was no need for him to wake innocent people or attract attention in the event of a fight.
Upon unlocking the door to room 77, the manager was met with this scene. A full-length mirror lay shattered on the floor, dishes in a similarly deplorable state; a broken window, clearly caused by some blunt object; and, most shockingly, Kim Taehyung—an angelic worker who never even swore in public. Leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, the man folded his arms across his chest, continuing to observe this astonishing, even awe-inspiring, scene.