This fanfic is in a texting format. You will be reading messages between Namjoon and Jin. Please give my story a try (: Vote if you enjoy. 13 years later... Jin: remember me? Namjoon: nope.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.