Jin looked at himself in the mirror analyzing his looks in detail. His sight was so good it wasn't average. He could see every little imperfection he had.

Upon staring at his reflection for so long he started feeling uncomfortable. Being in his own skin was uncomfortable and that's something he had struggled with for years.

Gaining his immortality had come with a price. A price he couldn't ever pay no matter what. So when he figured out his immortal power was shapeshifting, it was easier to be anyone else but himself.

It had been a while since he'd been in his real body. His self esteem was so low that he even slept in another body.

His dark black hair was getting a little too long. Not Taehyung type of long, but definitely longer than the men in two. Longer hair wasn't in style in the 1920's.

His clothes were fairly simple and sort of old. A long sleeve black shirt and black pants. In a way, he looked more homeless than Taehyung ever did.

His face was clean with no beard or mustache. He had never had excessive facial hair or anything like that, but his gestures were very manly.

The temptation to transform into Nayeon was very strong. He wanted to know what happened after his last conversation with him. Had Namjoon looked for her to clear out his questions?

Jin rushed to grab the glass of water that was on top of his table. Before he could even bring the glass to his lips he bawled his hand tightly until it bursted in his palm. The blood rushed down his hand, but it healed within seconds and he felt no pain.

With a loud groan he finally lost the battle with his inner self. He walked back to the mirror and thought of Nayeon.

The transformations at first felt bizarre. It felt like his body was tingling with sensations he couldn't understand. It was foreign to him then, but now it was truly comforting.

He watched as he slowly turned into the beautiful Nayeon. Pretty, petite, loving. Everything he ever wanted to be.

He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut as the memories started rushing to him like harsh waves. They weren't forgiving. Four weeks of memories from Nayeon's life  hit him within seconds. Only a few stood out.

"Miss, I am sorry for making you uncomfortable the other day. I know you're busy right now, but can we please talk?"

Nayeon seemed surprised that Namjoon had showed up to her business asking to speak to her. The blush in her face was undeniable as she remembered that was last said between them.

Why would she ever ask that question? And why was she always so strange when it came to him? They were questions she had no clear answer for.

"Of course, come this way please." She said.

They walked to an empty room in the corner where Nayeon took a seat on the chair. She motioned for Namjoon to do the same.

"Oh! I am sorry. Do you want a coffee or some tea—?"

Namjoon held her hand, preventing her from getting up, "Miss, I am okay. I just want to talk to you."

Nayeon relaxed at his touch and nodded, "Okay. First of all, you don't have to apologize. I—I don't know why I asked you that question. I—I don't know what I was thinking it's—"

"Miss, I like you. I like you a lot."

Nayeon's rosy cheeks formed into a sweet smile, "You do?"

"Yes, very much. I apologize for hesitating before. I just...I haven't had the best experience with love in the past. I wasn't expecting for this to happen with you. I...I'm not used to it."

"I've never even had love before. I don't really actively seek it either, but I like you too. This is new for me too." She gushed embarrassed at her cringey behavior.

She'd been alive for hundreds of years and no one had ever made her feel this way before. Namjoon leaned closer to her, he brought up his hand ready to caress her face.

"Miss?" He questioned quietly.

"Yes?" She asked equally as nervous.

"Can I touch you?"

"All you want." She responded breathlessly.

Jin screamed, opening his eyes, he held his head as the throbbing headache intensified. He could feel Namjoon kissing her, he could feel his hands on her face, he could hear his voice in her ear. Everything. All of it and it was excruciatingly painful.

As he looked at himself in the mirror he noticed the mascara and lipstick being smeared. His hair was now a mess from excessively pulling it. He sat on the floor with his hands still tangled in his hair as more and more memories flooded through him.

As much as he wanted to not be in her body he couldn't transform into anyone else because he wanted Namjoon's love.

And this was the only way he'd ever feel it.

•••

Jimin carefully tiptoed to Yoongi who was actually asleep for the first time. When he woke up in the morning and saw him there he thought it was strange.

By the time he usually did get up, Yoongi was already gone and half of the time he fell asleep before Yoongi was even in the room.

He was careful to not make excessive noise due to his heightened senses. When he was a few feet away he sat on the floor still covered in his blanket to watch him.

The king asleep was far less intimidating than when he was awake. He looked tiny and fragile like a porcelain doll on display.

Jimin's face reddened as he kept scanning his body. The thin blanket was covering the lower half of his body, but his upper part was exposed.

Yoongi was attractive in every possible way. The thought of ever kissing him, or holding him made Jimin feel like exploding.

However, this attraction that he felt towards him was also scary. It could only mean that it was possible to fall for him and that was not in his plans.

His plan was to get immortality for him and for Jungkook. Though his plan didn't seem like it would have a bright outcome he was an optimistic person. One way or another he'd get it.

Suddenly, Yoongi started moving in his sleep. As Jimin looked closer he noticed that he was covered in thick sweat.

It happened instantly, but Yoongi was awake in seconds. His eyes were wide and his chest rose heavily. Jimin wondered how he was peacefully sleeping one minute while the next one was being completely paralyzed.

Yoongi then realized that Jimin was sitting on the floor next to him with a perplexed look. He sighed, wiping his face.

"Can I help you?"

"Uhh...I was not watching you sleep, okay? I know that's what it looks like, but I was not. I was tired of the bed so I needed something hard to sit on and—" he stopped talking once he thought about how his sentence could be misinterpreted.  

Yoongi laughed at Jimin's awkwardness. This only deepened his embarrassment even more. "I didn't mean it like tha—!"

"Jimin, relax. I don't care that you were watching me sleep."

"I was not—I—!" he sighed, gathering himself together. Throwing this childish tantrum would only give Yoongi the satisfaction, so he swallowed his embarrassment.

"Fine. Maybe I was watching you sleep, but you know why?"

"Yes, I am pretty handsome." He said cockily.

"I was watching you because you seemed like you were in pain. Were you having a nightmare?"

Yoongi's mood instantly shifted, "No, we're not doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Trying to get to know me."

Yoongi headed to the bathroom and Jimin panicked, "Wait! I didn't mean to pry! Hey—! We can go out!"

"What?" He asked, turning to face him.

"We can go out and do something together. You know if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you then we might as well get to know each other more."

"I don't care to know you." He murmured ready to close the bathroom door behind. Jimin put his foot to block him from closing it.

"Really now? Or are you scared?" He wondered with a mischievous smirk.

This made Yoongi instantly defensive, "I am not scared of you brat."

"I think you are. Why else wouldn't you want to spend time with me? Do I make you nervous? Are you afraid you might fall for me?

Yoongi clenched his jaw leaning closer to his face. He was almost touching Jimin's nose and his own childish defiance wanting to overpower him.

"Fine. We're going out."

"Fine." Jimin smirked, satisfied at his accomplishment.

As soon as Yoongi closed the door behind his knees almost collapsed. His heart raced at incredible speeds to the point it was too overwhelming.

Although he had pretended to not be scared and be confident he was. Not because spending time with the king was terrifying.

But because he was starting to overly enjoy it.