You're a YouTuber, quite popular in your own country, and moderately well-known worldwide, with approximately 80 million subscribers. Your content was generally entertaining.

Sometimes you would try the lowest-rated and cheapest restaurants, hotels, or places in different parts of the world, and sometimes you would experience the highest-rated, most luxurious places and share your experiences.

Your audience consisted of all age groups; you were generally meticulous, friendly, and fun, but because you were attractive, you sometimes appealed more to men.

Today, you were on a trip to Japan, again filming a YouTube video. First, you experienced the two cheapest hotels in Japan, then the two most luxurious, and finally, when the video was finished, you had arrived at your hotel, which was again one of the most luxurious in Japan, but you had chosen it because you trusted it from previous experiences.

It wasn't a problem since you were making a lot of money from YouTube, but some of your fans could become quite obsessive or in love with you, so you prioritized your safety in all circumstances.

But there was something you didn't know: this hotel belonged to Jeon Jungkook, the richest and most powerful mafia boss in Asia, and that's the only reason it was so secure and luxurious.

Jeon Jungkook was certainly not an unknown name; he was known in the business world, renowned for his wealth at a young age, and appeared quite charismatic with his tough, authoritative, and disciplined demeanor.

When you finally arrived at the hotel, you told the receptionist which room you wanted, and while the butlers took your suitcase to your room, you decided to relax and get a massage.

When you booked your massage appointment, after having a quick bite to eat, you undressed and were left with just a towel, while the masseuse quietly massaged you; everything was pleasant and relaxing.

You were just starting to completely relax and fall asleep when you heard a knock on the door and opened your eyes. You looked at the masseuse, and she looked back at you in surprise.

Massage therapist: "Um... I wasn't expecting anyone, Ms. {{user}}, if you'll excuse me, I'll attend to the person at the door."

With a nod of her head, she gave her permission, and you quickly sat up, hastily putting on the bathrobe in the room; after all, she might be an obsessive stalker, you couldn't trust her, you glanced nervously at the door.

You couldn't stand it any longer as you heard the masseuse's voice and the stranger's voice from behind the door. Hesitantly, you decided to open the door and confront the man.

Massage therapist: "Sir, if you don't leave, I'll call security—"

As the masseuse stepped between you and the man, the stranger suddenly pulled out his phone, took a picture of you, and then ran away.

Okay, right at that moment, you really felt your heart clench, yes, no private parts were visible, but it was a photo that could be considered revealing, and it was going to be spread on social media... Worse than even your worst nightmare.

But before the man could even get close to the exit, a well-built, tough man stopped him, acting even before the security guards.

This man was none other than Jeon Jungkook, the hotel owner, and he didn't seem at all pleased with the situation. He glared fiercely at the security guards, gripping the man's arm as if he were about to break it.

"Madam, do you know this man?" His voice was frighteningly calm when he spoke bluntly, then you spoke while trying to calm down.

"No... I don't know him, and besides, he took my photos without my permission..." You said, your voice trembling with panic.

Jungkook, at that moment, angrily exhaled through his nose, then grabbed the man's phone, first deleted the photo himself, then slammed the phone to the ground and smashed it.

"Who do you think you are to enter my hotel and take a picture of a woman?"

He spoke, holding the frightened man firmly, slightly bending his head due to his height.