"Can't you just cancel it?" I asked grabbing onto my last hope. Funny enough, I still managed to remember that we have hope itself in the group, and almost snorted at my joke on the inside, but to be honest, situation wasn't really hilarious. I was freaking out.

"We can't cancel fansign." NamJoon replied and boys nodded in agreement, I couldn't understand why was it such a big deal, but apparently it was. For me the biggest deal at that moment was that I was still thousands and thousands of kilometers away from home, in some boy's body, in the country, which's language I couldn't even speak. Isn't good enough of a reason to cancel a fan sign?

"Then just say that Jimin won't be there." I found a solution. Or at least I thought that I find one. But Jin was staring at me like I just slapped him. But I didn't...not that I know of. "Jimin must go." Okay he wasn't that bad at English, but the accent still sounded hilarious.

"Can't he just call in sick? I don't know how this industry works!" I literally panicked, NamJoon obviously saw that I was losing it as I started breathing deeply to calm my heart rate down.

"You have to!" However, he was still holding on that idea. If only I knew this wasn't real, I would have punched him. But at that moment, it didn't seem like a good idea, even if I wanted really, really badly. Just to shove my fist into his face... ah yeah, memories. Finally, my sense, or that last one working brain cell that saved my ass last night, decided to kick in and I stood up.

"Three things. I don't speak Korean. What do you do in fansings? How does Jimin's sign looks like?" I shot my arguments and Bangtan boys watched confused as I was ready to jump on the table to rip their leader's head off. That's how angry I was. But they were clueless what I said. "I have an idea, but this will be difficult to pull off." Rap Monster responded a bit unsure of himself.

"Whatever it is, it better work." I warned him. I wondered if boys will ever look at Jimin the same way after seeing how I acted in his body. I can only imagine how weird it seemed. So NamJoon didn't really explain the plan, he just called the manager, who had to pick us up and told us to get dressed.

For me it was mission impossible, I had no idea what will look good on Jimin, even if some might say that anything could look good on him. As Taehyung, awkwardly smiling, excused himself out of our room to get dresses I realised that sh*t just got real. So I quickly changed into whatever I could find and went down the stairs with the rest of the group, hoping that I don't look like a trash bag.

You know what happened when we saw a black van arrive and manager greeted us while we sat down? NOTHING. That freaking a-hole Kim NamJoon didn't explain a single thing to our manager, maybe it was too much to tell, but still, I just had to pray I won't get talked to. Which would have been miracle, and seemed unbelievable.

Riding in that van, being pressed between Suga and JungKook, would probably be a dream of many fans. But not me. I was shaking, and I could feel them looking at me every once in a while. But I wasn't shaking because my idols sat next to me. It was because I was someone else's body, driving to a meeting, that the other person should attend, and I had to pretend to be him. Plus, I'm a girl, and I'm not sure how the f*ck do guys act. I never even been to a fansign! I was totally going to mess it up.

So we arrive. Get out of the van and go in the building. The staff is preparing the tables and stuff, I'm sweating as hell and just praying on that spot that everyone ignores me. I still have zero idea what's NamJoon's plan and how is it going to work. I don't know why he thought that not telling me earlier will be better.

So this girl with straight, short; like shoulder length, hair comes up to me and I gladly realise she spoke to me in English. She explained that NamJoon told her to speak to me aka Jimin in English. And so she hands me some albums of bangtan and several photo cards. I look at them lost until the girl says that I can find autographs of all the members there if needed.

She then smiles and walks away. Even though she spoke in English, she didn't know I was not Jimin. So was I doing a good job? Probably not, but who cares, at least now I knew what I had to do. His sign didn't seem difficult. So I gave myself a minute of rest and it was a strategically very bad decision. Because I immediately started thinking of how Jimin was doing and he was alright.

I knew that he didn't go to school, because of course that would have probably led to me being expelled. But at the same time I knew very well that my parents and my sister left for school and work, so Jimin must have been all alone in the house. It must have been horrible. And the idea of it only made me sweat more. That's very bad.

As I heard noises that dragged me out of my day dreaming, which was happening in my actual night's dream, if I might add, I knew that fans started gathering and my heart stopped beating as well as I forgot how to breathe. Jimin's sign that I had learned moments ago- went out the window. NamJoon came up to me and said it was time to go. Where? I assume, straight to hell.

::To be continued→::