Kim Namjoon

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Italics - you or the characters speaking in Korean.

Inspired by the movie Your Name. I couldn't stop crying when I watched it!! I actually got sick the next day!! This movie was absolutely beautiful and just heart warming!!

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(y/f/n) - your full name

(y/n) - your name

(h/c) - hair colour

(y/h/c) - your home country

(y/c/n) - your city name

Time moves by on its own accord. People choose to live it to the fullest, others stay frozen unknowing what to do and how to react. But no matter what, time does not stop. It mocks us, having the power to control our lives as it brings us inevitably closer to our death. What we choose to do with our lives is of our own choices. We may waste it, may want the lost time back or we may just suck it up and try to make use of the lives we live in the daily routine we give ourselves. Wake up, freshen up, do whatever it is we need to do for the day, come back and sleep. There is no end to the cycle. No happiness, no hope. Second after second. Minute after minute. Hour after hour. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Decade after decade. Centuries after centuries. Sometimes it just takes another person to make you smile, to appreciate the time given to you, to not worry about death as it comes arriving at your door year after year. It takes a special someone to feel happy, endlessly happy, to break you out of that daily cycle of life and to truly live life. These people are rare, dont let them go. Love them endlessly, as they do for you.

The sun shone in the bright blue sky, the warm rays filtering through the open window that illuminated the bedroom. The alarm had not gone off yet but that didn't stop her from waking up as her eyelids burned from the sun. Slowly sitting up straight, she glanced around her room and finally stood up before fixing her bed. She grabbed extra clothes and a towel before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Time seemed to tick past slowly, a soft breeze flowing through the lace curtains that were open, the sweet smells of blossoms permeated the air from the large blossom tree that stood out the window. Everything was warm. Bright. A soft light. Everything was still. Nothing moved. Nothing spoke. Nothing was out of place. She walked out, glasses on and her school uniform wrapped around her figure. Glasses glinted the sunlight from her specs as she walked to her desk. Her ready made bag and books were waiting for her as she picked them up, her bag on her back and her arm filled with books. She walked out of her room, walking down the stairs to the living room that was once empty.

As usual, she walked out of the house, having no appetite. Her headphones were in her ears, blasting music to keep her sane, the scenery passing her by as she gave it no glance or a second thought. She finally reached her destination, ignoring the chorus of screaming students as they hung out with their friends. She walked past them all, walking through the open doors of the school and heading to her homeroom. She sat down at her spot at the front, staring at the scene outside the window on her left. The grass was shimmering with early morning dewdrops, a brighter green as the season was spring, the trees swayed in the wind, the clear blue sky accompanying the sun as it rained down warmth. She didn't notice, but a few tears had fallen down her cheeks, splattering on her uniform. The bell had rung as students filled her homeroom and she continued to stare at a stray cloud moving in the bright blue sky.

The breeze was soft, the grass and trees swaying once more, blossoms dancing along with the wind. She sat silently in the topmost branches of the tree, watching the scenery around her. Her heart beat soft, slow, mind clear from all thoughts. She was at peace. Music rung through her ears once more, school hours long gone. A classic day of attending five classes, an hour running each and the short breaks that last 20-40 minutes. Taking a deep shaky breath, she jumps down from the tree, walking home once more. As she arrived home, she could hear the shout and screams from within. Putting the volume up, she walked through the house, ignoring the yells that were now aimed at her. Things were thrown but she ignored them once more, her heart weighing heavier and heavier. She walked through her bedroom door, closing it behind her as she dropped her stuff on her desk. She went to freshen up once more, changing into comfortable clothing. The sun was just setting, soft hues of pinks, oranges, blues, and purples. She watched silently, staring at the sunset, a soft smile gracing her face. She continued to watch as the sun was finally gone, her smile gone as she paid attention to her given work. Hours had gone by as she was finally done. Packing up her books for the next day, she headed to bed after. She wrapped herself in her blanket, eyes closed as the wind howled outside her window. Her earphones were in once more, the only thing that could help her sleep. And she did.

Loud noises could be heard, entering her ears and her mind waking up as a loud thud was evident. She woke up with a start, eyes wide and confused. Her body felt heavier than usual, stiffer and her view seemed to be taller. A soft breeze flew in through a window, tickling her bare neck and she shuddered. Her hand rubbed the back of her neck, stopping short when she felt something unusual. She felt her hair, it was shorter, much shorter. Panicked, she stood up and the world spun, eyes hazy and glazed. She stumbled as her eyesight fixed themselves after a few blinks. She glanced around and noticed that her room was different. Very different. This wasn't her room. She ran to what she supposed would lead her to the bathroom but found herself in a hallway instead. On her left, she heard multiple voices, all low and deep. Masculine. Her eyes widened when two boys tumbled in her view, playfully fighting. They stopped when they saw her, standing up straight and grinning. One had a boxy grin, his hair a silvery brown, one long silver earring dangling, eyes being a soft brown. The other one had the same eye colour but hazel, his hair a more light brown.

"You're awake Hyung. Mianhae." both of them chuckled before walking away to wherever they came from. She was indeed more confused than ever. She followed after them, ending up in a rather large living room, it was like two dining rooms to make one. There were more people, about 6 of them. She quietly walked back up the hallway, looking for the room she had woken up in. Opening a door, she found herself in a bathroom. Walking towards the sink, she stifled a scream that threatened to break out. She was a boy. She let a shrill sound, grasping her face.

"What in the world!?" she gasped, her voice sounding much raspier and deep. There was a faint blush on her face when she heard his voice. "He's very handsome." She whispered and her eyes shot wide open. She wasn't speaking her language, she was speaking in Korean. But why and how was she able to understand? She stared at her features, starring with the brown eyes she now had. She touched the slightly light orange hair, admiring how soft it was. She smiled softly, noticing the cute dimples that adorned both her cheeks.

"Namjoon Hyung? Gwaenchana?" She turned around, startled to notice another man standing by the bathroom doorway. He was shorter than her, his hair light blonde and brown eyes that held worry. He had noticeable pink lips and thick thighs, but she thought he was cute overall. She nods her head, afraid of being suspicious. The man nods slowly before walking away.

"Hurry up Namjoon! We have to leave for rehearsals!" Another unfamiliar voice rung through the air and she jumped, her body instantly running towards the voice even though she didn't know why.

Namjoon shuffled around in bed, turning to his side which was a big mistake. The sun had blinded his eyes and he groaned, turning the other way. Now awake, he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. His head was leaning forward, almost nodding asleep once more when his nose started to tickle. He opened his eyes and stared at the long lock of (h/c) that brushed his nose. He picked up the lock, staring at it confused before grasping his head. His eyes widened when he felt that his hair was much longer and extremely soft. His view seems to be shorter and his back was hurting so much, the weight on his chest being uncomfortable. He stood up and noticed that he wasn't in his room.

"Where am I!?" He gasped when his voice came out more soft and feminine. Running to the closest door, he barges into the bathroom and stares at the face that stared back at him. "WHY AM I A GIRL!?" He checked his body, blushing that he was indeed in a girls body and looked back up at the mirror. He pinched his cheek, recoiling from the small pain. "Not dreaming. Ok." There was a slight blush on his cheeks, admiring his features. "She's quite pretty."

"BRAT! YOU AWAKE OR WHAT!?" Namjoon jumped at the booming voice, and his body went on autopilot. He got dressed in the school uniform that was hanging on the desk chair, trying not to peak at the body he now inhabited. He looked around the bedroom and slung the bag on his back, carrying the books in his arms. He noticed a pair of glasses on the bedside table and went to wear them. "YOU'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" the booming voice shouted again and Namjoon runs out of the room and downstairs. He quickly runs out of the house, not looking back. Namjoon slowed down to a walk, looking around the new area. It was a beautiful day outside, the birds were singing and the flowers were blooming (a/n: on days like this, kids like you. Should be burning in hell. Sorry had to lol). Blossoms traveled in the soft breeze, the sun warming the area. He saw people up ahead and decided to ask them where he was.

"Excuse me." The man continued walking ignoring Namjoon. Namjoon frowned and went to talk to someone else. "Hello, can you-" the lady stood up and walked away with her pram and the baby inside, not giving a second glance to Namjoon as if he was invisible.

"Are you lost?" a girl walks up to him and Namjoon lets out a breath.

"Yes, I am actually. Where am I?" the girl looks at him bewildered.

"You are in (y/h/c). This is (y/c/n)." Namjoon's eyes widen. He was miles away from Seoul. The girl eyed his uniform and looks back at him. "You must be new. You don't know where the school is, do you?" Namjoon shakes his head, playing along. The girl nods once more and leads Namjoon to the school.

Namjoon stared wide-eyed at the students around him, unsure what to do. No one paid any attention to him, everyone in their own little groups. No one had come up to him to greet him, none saying hi or even giving him a glance. Namjoon felt alone, and lost, not knowing what to do or if he should go up to someone directly. The teacher came in and the students sat down as the teacher started calling out names. Namjoon stared down at the name that was written on the notebook he held in his arms. (y/f/n). "She has a pretty name." Namjoon whispers and looks up to notice that the teacher had started to write things on the board. He glanced around to see that the students had started to work. He slowly raised an arm as the teacher turned around. The teacher paid him no attention and went back to reading the textbook before writing information on the board. Namjoon cleared his throat but no one stirred. "Um excuse me." Everyone stopped and looked at Namjoon. He starts to shift in his seat nervously. The teacher looks back at him, a brow raised.

"Yes?"

"You forgot to mark my name off." The teacher furrows his brows at Namjoon.

"I've never seen you before. Are you sure you are in my class?" Namjoon furrowed his brow at this.

"My name is (y/f/n)." The teacher checks the roll and nods.

"Here you are." The teacher went back to teach and the students ignored his presence once more. Namjoon was suddenly filled with unending sadness and loneliness. He frowned, staring at the name before tracing it with his finger. "Have you always been this alone? (y/n)?"

Night had arrived and the two swapped back to their respective bodies, memories of the day they both lived being forgotten, a blurry haze that stayed at the back of their minds.

You had woken up, frowning at the dream you had. You tried to remember what it was but couldn't grasp it, becoming more lost and leaving you much more confused. Standing up, you went to your desk to see that everything was strewn everywhere. You furrowed your brows, confused. You know that you pack your bag every night and clean before going to bed. Shrugging your shoulders, you picked up a notebook, about to close it when you notice something weird on the pages. The handwriting was different, much more messy with little doodles on the corners of the pages. You know that you didn't do this. You check the date on the page and notice that it was today's date, a Friday. Well, that's what you thought when you checked your phone and realised it was the next day, a Saturday. Your eyes widen, trying to jog your memory, cursing at yourself for forgetting a whole day of events. You couldn't remember anything you did the day before. Just the events of Thursday. You skimmed through the pages, The work from school slowly becoming random sentences and questions. You read the sentences, memories finally coming back to you.

"IT WAS ALL REAL!?" You screamed out, remembering the body you were in, his face and his voice. You blushed softly but frowned. You couldn't remember his name. You tried to search your memories but they started to become foggy once more.

'How am I in this girls body?'

'How long will this last?'

'Wait, if I'm in her body, does that mean she is in mine?'

'Damn it! The boys are going to realise something is wrong with me, er, her!'

'I wonder what she thinks of me?'

'Am I handsome to her?'

'She is very pretty to me.'

'I officially feel sorry for all girls, my back is killing me!'

'Oh no, I need to go to the bathroom!'

'I do not want to go!'

'It's so embarrassing!'

"Oh no! She needs to go to the bathroom in my body!'

'Why is she alone?'

'Why is she ignored?'

'Its like she's not real.'

'No one even bothers to look my way.'

'Why do I feel so sad?'

'Why do I feel so lonely?'

'Are these her emotions?'

'Who is (y/n)?'

'Why is she living a life like this?'

'Does she not have any friends?'

'She shouldn't be alone like this.'

Namjoon jolts up awake, checking his body. He looks down to see, well, himself. He let out a sigh, ruffling his hair and letting out a sigh.

"That was such a realistic dream." Namjoon tries to remember what was in his dream but he couldn't get a hold of them, being fuzzy and blurry. Shrugging his shoulders, he checked the time on his phone. "WHAT!?" He had lost a day. He couldn't remember yesterday. Namjoon didn't have any memories of the day before. He shot out of bed and opened his bedroom door, walking down the hallway and down the stairs to the living room to see Jin Hyung cooking as usual.

"Jin Hyung." Jin turns around and smiles at Namjoon.

"Morning Namjoon. Shouldn't you be resting? You fell pretty hard yesterday." Namjoon furrowed his brows at this.

"I, what?" Jin stares at Namjoon, furrowing his brows.

"Don't you remember? Yesterday? You knocked yourself pretty hard on the wall while we were rehearsing. Honestly, that was the first time you've ever been clumsy during rehearsal." Namjoon nods slowly.

"Uh, what else did we do yesterday?"

"You really don't remember? After that, you hid in your studio. You didn't come out, even after every single one of us asked you to hang out. Is everything ok?"

"Yeah. Everything is fine."

"Namjoon. You weren't acting like yourself yesterday. At all. Are you sure?" Namjoon nods before going back up to his bedroom to change and get ready for the day. As he stared at himself in the mirror, a memory flashed before his eyes. He saw a girls face, staring back at him. Her long (h/c) locks cascading around her (s/c) face, still in what seemed to be her pajamas. Namjoon blinks and more memories seem to appear after.

"It wasn't a dream!?" Namjoon gasped. He remembered everything but the one thing that was still blank was her name. "What was her name?" Namjoon walked out of his bedroom, eating his breakfast before heading to his studio. As he opened the door, he noticed an open book on his keyboard. He picked up the book and stared at the writing. It definitely wasn't in Korean but he still could read it. They were song lyrics. He looked up and saw that his computer was still on. There was a recording and a completed song. "Was this her?" Namjoon asked, sitting down in his chair. He played the song and he recognised the voice as his, but it was softer and was less raspy than usual. Namjoon realised that it was the girl singing, her being able to reach the high octaves. Namjoon remembered how lonely he felt in her body, remembering the sadness that resided in her. He frowned and stopped the song, feeling the same sadness she felt through the song. He looked down at the book and saw that there were some written sentences.

'Why and how did this happen? How did I end up in a guys body?'

'This isn't a permanent thing is it?'

'His friends are nice. They are really sweet and care for him a lot. It's nice to see.'

'I wonder what it's like to have friends like his. To have people care for you like his.'

'He's lucky. Namjoon is lucky.'

'He has an interesting life, I wonder if it's this hard to be a musician?'

'He really is good at singing and dancing. He must work a lot to be where he is now.'

'BTS is an amazing band. I might become an Army.'

'I'm jealous actually, but I'm happy for you Namjoon.

'All the best to you. From a new Army.'