Taehyung looks at his frying pan as if it had just betrayed him. It's blackened with coal, the handle is melted, the whole kitchen is in smoke.

"You're such a bitch," he says to the frying pan, coughing.

He waves a towel, runs out of the kitchen, opens the window, turns on the hood. And then - zzzzzzz! The doorbell rings.

He stands up in shorts and a duck T-shirt, opens the door, and... ...his neighbor from upstairs is standing in front of him. His hair is neatly tucked away, he's wearing a black T-shirt, the muscles underneath seem to be drawn on. He looks like he just came back from the gym. Or from a photo shoot. Or from hell, where they make men with perfect jaws.

"Have you decided to kill the whole house?" he asks dryly.

"Uh... who are you?"

"Jungkook. The neighbor. Upstairs." Jungkook walks past him into the apartment, uninvited, like a tired dad called to school. He looks at the black frying pan.

"Holy shit. Is that a frying pan or a tombstone?"