Day 1. Part 1 - "Can you help me pee?"

"Oh my gosh, Kim Taehyung!" I exclaimed, walking towards the dark haired boy.

I couldn't believe it. I never thought the day would come where I would come face to face with this ethereal human being. He was standing right in front of me in all his glory.

I brought my hands up to his face to confirm if it was all real or not. He held my hands softly as his piercing eyes stared right into my wide ones, taking my breath away.

His cheeks felt so smooth and delicate against my hands when I carefully traced his skin.

He suddenly held my waist, pulling me dangerously close to himself. I suddenly forgot how to breathe. My heart started pounding hard against my chest.

His head was leaning down to the crook of my neck and his body was weighing down on me. I couldn't decipher what was happening that I closed my eyes shut, flustered, and opened them again.

Bright light illuminated the unknown room as I was still trying to force my eyes to open. My head was throbbing and I felt a very heavy weight on my right side.

I groaned and tried to push whatever was trying to squish me to death. My brother must have been itching to get beaten, interrupting my precious sleep like this.

"Get off me! What are you even doing in my room!" I yelled after mustering up my energy to scream, only to be shocked afterwards.

My voice was one octave lower than normal. I got confused out of my mind. What did I eat yesterday to ruin my voice like this?

But what confused me more was the fact that my voice sounded awfully similar to that of someone I knew.

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar deep voice coming out from the man next to me. "Ugh, shut up and let me sleep. Besides, this is my room, not yours," he groaned and turned to the other side.

I snapped my head towards him and my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Taehyung?!" I gasped and jumped out of the bed, screaming for my dear life.

What am I doing in the same room, ON THE SAME BED WITH HIM? How did he get here? How did I get here? When did I fly to Korea? Is this a dream? Why is he so adorable sleeping like that?

He sat up on the bed, scratching his messy hair and squinting his eyes while looking at me. "Jungkook-ah, why are you acting so odd? Did you have some weird dreams again? I don't know you but I'm so freaking tired from all those practices yesterday, so I'm just gonna go to Hobi-hyung's room."

He left the room hugging his pillow, leaving me there dumbfounded. Jungkook? Is he dreaming or something? I felt weird and I sure as heck didn't know how I got here.

Looking around the surroundings, I ran towards a door that seemed to be leading to the bathroom. As soon as I went inside, I looked at the mirror.

... what...

WHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT?!

ARE MY EYES PLAYING TRICKS ON ME OR AM I NOT ME, BUT JEON JUNGKOOOOOK?!

This can't be happening. This is not real. Why would I be in his body? That's just impossible. This must be my dream continuing. Yeah, that must be it. I mean I can't possibly-

My eyes landed on something. Something that I had. That golden earring with green gem was hanging on my right ear.

I wore this earring on my left ear before I went to sleep. Wait. How does he have this? Don't tell me our souls were actually switched because of this stupid antique thing which I know absolutely nothing about?!

I quickly took off the earring and threw it into the trash. I waited for a few minutes for everything to go back to normal, but nothing happened.

I cursed again and again while running my fingers through my hair. It felt soft and silky.

I looked at the mirror again, this time admiring his features from up close. "This could either be a curse or a blessing," I murmured to myself, very intrigued, before touching my hair and making different kinds of expressions. "Well shit, he looks handsome no matter what expression I make. And from every angle, too."

As I was busy inspecting my new body for who knows how long, Namjoon suddenly peeked his head through the door and said, "Jungkook-ah, if you don't hurry, we might be late for practice," causing me to jump out of shock.

I have to live in his place now?

I suddenly became nervous.

What if I ruin this career he built for so many years out of blood, sweat and tears?

My knees became weaker and my palms started sweating, but I had to do it... for his sake.

"Okay, oppa," I managed to let out.

His eyebrows jumped. "Oppa?"

I realized what I just said and widened my eyes. Nice going, Y/N. You did very well.

"I mean, give me five minutes, hyung," I said, flailing my arms around, shaking a little.

He eyed me weirdly before leaving.

I sighed and turned around to the toilet to relieve myself.

I stopped.

I didn't know how to pee.

I want to go back to my body, please god. I can't do it anymore. I don't even know how to complete a basic human task. I know I said that I wanted to meet Bangtan, but I didn't mean it like this!

Then an idea popped into my head. Wait, I just need someone to teach me how to do it.

I stepped into the hallway and saw Yoongi coming my way. I quickly took his hand and dragged him inside the bathroom with me. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"What are you doing?" He furrowed his eyebrows, looking a little bit sleepy.

I took in a sharp breath and asked him, "Can you help me pee? I actually forgot how to do it. I think I hit my head while sleeping."

He looked at me with a "What the actual heck did you just say?" face and was about to walk away.

"Yoongiii, this is a life or death situation. Not being able to pee feels like a torture. You must know that, right? Help your dongsaeng, please?" I begged him on my knees, pulling down his shirt.

He groaned and shook me off. "Oh my gosh, just take it out and fire away." He walked out of the room, leaving me no choice but to do it by myself.

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We all arrived for practice on time. Five minutes were actually enough to prepare myself. I didn't need to wear makeup and just put on white shirt, black pants and black hoodie after washing up.

I tried not to stare at his chiseled body for too long to respect his privacy while changing, but it was quite difficult.

He was really ripped.

I'm going to have a hard time in this body...

Since comeback was nearing, we had to practice the new choreographies until we could perfectly execute them. That's why, this day was only devoted to practice, practice, and practice.

Such a nice day to go back to my body...

To be continued...