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Jin knew that the hotel he worked for only hired him because of his face, a smile that causes all the high class celebrities to swoon, Jin's face managed to get the meanest idol to blush under his gaze alone. Even though the job at the front desk sometimes left him with sore feet and a ruined sleep schedule, he was eternally grateful when an amazing tip is placed in his hands. As Jin waved goodbye to the housekeepers the night audit appeared, a large smile on his face as he made his way to the front desk. “Hey Jinnie, hows Namjoon doing? I’m so proud of him and with him in his second year at that prestige college, he will go far I’m sure of it.”
Jin smiled instantly at the mention of his younger brother, and despite the weight that seemed to grow on his shoulders, he responded. “He’s doing amazing! Getting job offers left and right and yet he still seems set on finishing his major in International relations.” The doors to the hotel open and a rush of people enter, women and men carrying bags and wearing masks on their face, the night audit moved away; waving goodbye he disappeared to go clock in.
This was normal with the night shift, idols coming in with their crew when they are on tour and are finally preparing to go home. They always spent the night before making the final stretch home in the morning. Jin knew this interaction would be no different, preparing his smile he waited for a manager to approach the desk. The music in the lobby changed, no doubt being the audits doing, and Jin silently listened along, watching the group of people slowly come back to being on feet, no longer curled into a car or airplane. Someone with pink hair turned towards the desk, eyes hidden behind the pair of shades.
Jin’s phone sounded, and the pink-haired man looked away. The worker cursed under his breath and reached for his phone, sure that he had it on silent when his brothers name and face appeared on the small screen; Brother Kim Namjoon. Jin answered the phone almost instantly, turning away from the guests still getting things together.
“Joonie, hey, is something wrong?”
“Hyung… the money didn’t transfer. The school says there's no money for my classes or dorms.” The older brother froze, heart dropping at the sentence as he glanced quickly over to the guests. The money—thousands of dollars that Jin spent all summer—all year saving up for—didn’t even make it to the person who needed it most, how could jin allow this? Taking a deep breath the older man responded to his brother.
“What do you mean they didn’t get the money for your classes and dorms? Are you sure—okay, look Joonie I’m gonna send it again—”
“Are you sure hyung? If we don't have the money it's okay” Jin hated that tone in Namjoons voice, the slow speech as his voice lowered in embarrassment. Jin shook his head.
“I promise we have the money Joonie please have faith in your brother. Are you safe? Should I call a hotel for you?”
“No! I-I’m staying with my friend, its okay hyung, I’m sure that everything is just a mistake. I’ll talk to you later okay? Please get some rest when you get off.” Jin promised he would, but both brothers knew that Jin would head over to the bank as early as he possibly could. Namjoon hung up, and someone clearing their throat brought Jin our of his thoughts and worries.
“Park Jimin.” The voice stated as he handed over the required paperwork, his ID placed on top of it all, as Jin took the information he glanced up in time to see the idol—Park Jimin—take off his shades, as if seeing each other for the first time, Jin bowed as Jimin eyes wided.
“Since you speak Korean I will respond in Korean, is that okay?” Jin waited for a response and looked up to take in the look of surprise in the idol’s face, the older man hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake. “Sir? You do speak Korean correct?”
“O-oh yes! Of course. Korean is perfect. I’m sorry, I’ve just never met someone who looked so—”
“Beautiful? Handsome? No worries Jimin-sshi, I have heard them all and yes my visuals are quite jaw dropping.” Jin wasted no time, typing into the computer the necessary information, and soon enough he was getting the room numbers that Jimin and his crew were being placed in. “If you will excuse me I will go get your keys and you all will able to get settled for your week stay.” Moving away, Jin rushed into the back room. The constant mentions of this never failed to strike something in Jin, the reminder of his mother following him every turn he made, meeting him first thing in the morning when he looks in the mirror, and haunting him in every complement.
Jin grabbed the keys, placing them in a small paper pockets the older man wrote down the room numbers on each designated line, ignoring the tremor in his hands as he placed the pen down and made his way back out to his place at the desk. Jimin was still there, accompanied by a taller man that Jin assumed was his manager, a smile was on the the front desk agent’s face in a second. Handing one set of keys to the manager Jin listed off a set of rooms that the staff would be staying in; as he turned to the idol— Park Jimin —the older man made sure to avoid touching the celebrity’s hand as he gave the key to the man.
“Your room is on the same floor as your manager and staff, it is room 521 on our top floor, breakfast is on us every morning and changes in theme; have a good night and enjoy your stay.” The words flowed from Jin’s mouth as calm and practised as Jin would be given the fact that the man with pink hair continued to eye his lips the whole time the older man was speaking. The manager cleared his throat, bowing to Jin and leading the staff and idol away.
Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, Jin tapped his feet to the music playing in the lobby and hoped that there would be no more late night guests. The time passed slowly as the front desk agent checked booking times on the computer, a frown on his face when he realizes no one else will be coming in. The phone sounds and Jin jumps at the sudden noise and grabs the phone.
“This is the front desk, how may I be of service?”
“I would like more towels please, but only from you.” Jin froze, a frown on his face as he took in the declaration; the speaker on the phone answered in korean and the older man instantly knew who was calling.
“I’m sorry sir can you repeat that?”
“I would like extra towels, but I don’t want anyone to bring them up except for you.” Immediately after explaining himself again, the phone hung up. Jin took a breath and hoped that the tip at the end of the week was worth the wrath he was about to face from the other workers.