Taehyung cursed internally when the tights got stuck onto the end of his feet. Trying to pull the black fabric onto him, he had his eyes squinted shut, blushing during this entire changing process as he hoped around on one foot, cursing in Korean.

Gauri watched him from Priya's computer chair in awe. Snorting when Taehyung fell straight towards the garbage can that sat near the side table by Priya's bed, she covered at her mouth when he howled in pain on the ground, hurting his already numb nose again when the side of his face hit the table's edge.

"Holy shit!" the 16 year old chimed, trying to hold back her laughter as she rushed over to Taehyung who had been struggling to change out of Priya's pajamas for about a half and hour.

Sure, it was respectful of him to want to keep his eyes shut during the entire process. Even while going pee, he had looked like a child afraid to move through a scary maze. Gauri found it cute, but also incredibly hilarious. Here she was trying to get used to the idea of her older sister's body being a vessel for the Kpop idol, and he wasn't making any of her amusement fade during it all.

Sighing when remembering her sister calling her again the second time, she knew she was "assigned" Taehyung now. Priya was panicked over the phone. Gauri was still shocked then, now, she just found it all insane and jokeable. It had barely been over two hours and she already moved on from the simple terror phase.

Getting up, she helped the man in Priya's body up. He was hopping, hand at his nose that, thankfully, wasn't bleeding at the moment. She watched him flinch away from her irritated before jumping around again.

"The kid's just been watching me struggling," Taehyung mumbled mad in Korean, eyes shut as he started to pull the tights up until they wrapped securely around Priya's legs. He sighed as he opened at his eyes finally and looked at the young teen. Glaring at her, he moved awkwardly when debating on how to take off his shirt.

He felt them on him. Taehyung felt Priya's boobs there, oh yes he did. He was growing red just thinking about it. He feared to take the top off when having Gauri boredly toss him a sweater from Priya's closet. Moaning in frustration when she threw it and it hit his face, he wanted to curse and yell at the girl who had been tossing things at him since he woke up in Priya's body.

First the bra, and now thi- Taehyung cut his thoughts off. Swallowing harshly, he glanced at the blue bra he had pushing off of him when he had gotten scared in the morning. He knew Gauri understood what he was thinking when she pursed her lips from laughing straight in his face.

"Aish, you child why-"

Stopping him from raging at her in Korean, she put her hand out, busting out laughing. Trying to maintain herself when he grumbled foreign words under his breath, she moved to grab it. Striding over, she glanced at him move back when she came near with the material.

He's scared of it? Gauri asked herself amused, eyes narrowing when seeing his older sister's form grow awkward when looking down at it. Oh shit, this is going to be fun, Gauri laughed evilly in her head, moving to wiggle the blue bra closer towards his face.

He whacked her hand away.

"I SWEAR-"

Gauri grinned.

Taehyung caught himself before he could fully erupt at her. He couldn't help but want to stop himself when hearing the voice not being his. In his head he sounded like himself, but when he spoke those words out loud he sounded like a girl. That's because you technically are one you idiot, he sighed to himself, rubbing at Priya's face in tiredness and denial before glancing back at the murder weapon that the brown girl's sister held in her hand.

"This is fucking weird but," Gauri's nose scrunched in slight disgust, "I'll help you put it on."

Taehyung's eyes widened as he instantly shook his head. He was confused at first, not understanding what she was trying to get at. But the moment she stepped towards him skeptical, but still amused, he knew exactly what she was up to. "Anio!" he whined, squeaking when the teen girl managed to get her hand tangled with the bottom of the pajama shirt he was wearing.

"Aniooooooooooooo!" he yelled out, rushing out of the room immediately, almost slipping in the hallway when the socks he was wearing at Priya's feet almost made him slide towards the staircase. He flushed further and swore when Priya's boobs didn't stay put as he ran. It actually felt uncomfortable so he managed to speed walk down the stairs as a giggling teen rushed out of the bedroom and made it a mission for him to suffer at the sight of the blue bra.

-

Priya was gawking.

Sitting close to Namjoon in the van Bangtan squeezed into, Priya had been absolutely amazed seeing the new country she was in. Being in the car with the boys was one thing, but being able to see Korea and the streets, people, and just taste the air was a new experience entirely.

Although, experiencing the environment around her was easy, Priya still couldn't get used to being near the boys. She'd find herself staring at each of them one by one, all clueless until they'd see her, in Taehyung's body, practically drooling while eyeing them.

When eyeing Jin was the worst. Jin was Priya's bias. She felt the sudden urge to throw her shirt off and tackle him while in the car every time he were to glance her way. Well Taehyung's way, she sighed internally.

"I'm sorry we couldn't help with your dancing last night, you okay?" Jimin asked softly, his Korean gentle as his eyes had met Taehyung's eyes from the seats before Priya.

Priya had no idea what he said, but she let out a content sigh, lost in his eyes as he looked over at her worriedly. Oh ChimChim...I hope you and Tae share a bed...

"Jimin-sshi, Taehyung-ah can't talk to any of us for a few days," Namjoon quickly added in Korean. Priya snapped out of her daze at Namjoon's assertive tone as she sat upright and next to him. He glanced at her awkwardly before continuing to lie to the boys, all similar to the lies he fed this morning.

"Oh right," Hoseok let out laughing, "Taehyung-ah's doing a speech fast...?"

"Taehyung  out of all people?" Jungkook added, trying to tease the man evilly so he could see his hyung break. When Taehyung simply looked in his direction lost, Jungkook stopped smiling so huge, growing a weird when seeing the dazed look he was receiving.

"Taehyung-sshi talks in his sleep too," Yoongi added grinning, all the boys looking at Priya amused, "how will he be mute then?"

Priya understood 0% of what was going on, looking at Namjoon who simply nodded curtly, he looked forward, "He'll manage. And we should support him and help him if he's going to stay quiet until the live shows, now shouldn't we?"

"We should," Jin said lightly, smiling gently over at Taehyung naturally as he moved to rest his arm onto the top of the seat's head rest as he turned his body to look back at his dongsaeng.

Priya's lips parted at Jin smiled. Scratch that, I hope you and Tae share a bed together, she mentally noted, feeling saliva almost string out of her mouth as she grew mesmerized by her bias's beauty.

"Is he doing a food fast too?" their PD Nim questioned, growing a bit concerned for Taehyung's body barely eating when they had had breakfast this morning.

Priya had starved her vegetarian-self by eating a few grains of white rice. She hadn't touched the meat no matter how mouth-watering it looked to Taehyung's body. She sighed at the memory, her stomach lowly growling at the memory.

"I'm sure he was just tired," Namjoon said panicked, not realizing that the girl actually hadn't ate at all. Brows furrowed a light bit, Namjoon waved at his hands as he tried to distract the members and grow onto a new topic of interest.

He sighed in relief when Hoseok distracted the rest when he whined about a scab that was forming by his knee from the time he fell in the middle of the night. Most were trying hard not to laugh as he went into detail over the fall. "My knees been making snapping noises," he said softly, "I'm scared it'll bust apart while dancing."

The members smiled at him as they tried to reassure him immediately.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Yoongi said gently.

"Yeh."

"Yeh."

"Mhm."

Everyone nodded, letting out little spit-outs of agreement.

Hoseok's sighed before putting his leg away. He slapped at Jungkook's hand when the maknae crept his finger towards the injury in attempts to touch the healing scab in awe.

Namjoon looked over at Priya when the boys got distracted. "Why didn't you eat?" he asked gently, still feeling a little bad over the fact that he hadn't been kind enough to notice before. He was so stressed over keeping this a secret, he forgot to ask how the fan was.

Priya smiled nervously, Taehyung's smile peering out. "I'm a vegetarian," she let out awkward, trying not to curse over her luck.

Namjoon popped out an "oh" before trying not to smile. Priya knew he was probably thinking along the lines as her...

"We'll grab you something to eat, I promise."

She nodded, awkward and trying not to internally scream out loud when glancing at every beautiful face of the seven members.

How the fuck am I going to do this?!

-

"Now was that so hard?" Gauri sighed out, completely exhausted as she slumped onto the living room couch. Her hair was a mess now, her face red from all the running around.

Taehyung lay on the ground, eyes on the ceiling, frozen. He was past being terrified as he stay laying there, trying not to recall the trauma that came along with the teen just violating and man-handling him just now. He knew it was to help him, but Taehyung saw things he didn't wish to see. Two specific things in particular...

Gauri's eyes narrowed in disbelief over the man's eyes glazing over on the ground. He lay there sprawled on the carpet, looking like some glass doll that couldn't move. "Yo bitch!" she called out, "snap out of it!" she hollered out, no longer amused, "it was worse for me! I never imagined for my sister's boob to ever whack me in the face okay?"

Taehyung slowly got off the ground, sitting up, he was fully clothed. It took three hours to finally get to this stage.

"Sorry," Taehyung said softly, meaning it as he saw the exhaustion on the girl's face. He didn't get all of what she was rambling on about in anger, but he did understand that what started off as an amusing chase for the girl ended up being a violent and stubborn duel near the end.

"Yeah," Gauri sighed, smiling over at Taehyung.

She burst out laughing.

He did too. Her presence reminded him of someone who was very close to him back home.

-

Priya was basically hiding and running around the entire day. She almost released her bowel movements into Taehyung's jeans every time one of the boy's were to touch her. Growing into the habit of holding Namjoon's hand while walking in public or in the building, he'd awkwardly move away from her every time. She'd apologize but continue to leech onto him out of nerves.

Eventually, Namjoon simply held her hand back, realizing she could barely wake right when Yoongi walked closely by who he thought to be Taehyung.

Priya would nervously smile every time, all while Namjoon would grab her by the shoulder's as pull her away from any boy. "If you accidentally slip out words, this will be bad," Namjoon would lowly scold, only to have Priya roll her eyes, "If anything slips out on purpose it won't be my words," she had retorted back, "it would be Taehyung's penis."

Namjoon's eyes grew wide. He didn't say anything as he just walked away from her while in the middle of the sidewalk.

Priya was serious however. She glanced down at Taehyung's jeans and worried that she didn't zip up right. His dick seemed to be all over the place, she awkwardly spread her legs, hands irritable on the top of her pants as she tried to fix it. Next time, I'll tape the thing to my thigh or something.

She swore under her breath as she followed the members that were heading into their dorms, in a sense, their home. Sure they were only here to grab a few things before going to the BigHit building, but Priya found herself grew in awe when seeing the entrance of the home. She smiled lightly when seeing Jimin and Jungkook shove at each other playfully before running in like children.

It was starting to rain as well, which simply had all rush in quicker.

About to step into heaven, Priya was thinking of all the possible things that could await behind the threshold.

Chim snoring?!

Hoseok sleeping shirtless?!

Yoongi sleeping in real life?!

Hidden maknae abs?!

Jin shoulders?????????????????

Priya almost rushed in. She looked over at Namjoon who stopped her.

About to speak, he glared over at her before instantly looking at their manager.

"I think Taehyung-sshi should stay with Chung-Cha," Namjoon suggested sweetly and in English, only to repeat it in Korean when their manager's brows creased.

Priya's face fell so quick, her dreams and wishes as an ARMY lost and forever tossed away. She looked into the hallway of the home longingly as Namjoon shattered her wishes. Oh my poor soul...

"He's just been having a hard time staying silent with the boys and in order to keep this empowering fast so he doesn't feel terrible if he breaks it, I think it's for the best if he stays with Chung-Cha for tonight," Namjoon quickly added, swallowing hard when their manager looked weirdly between Namjoon and Taehyung.

"Just for tonight," the man said slowly, "tomorrow he comes back and you boys help him pick up his slack. You're the leader Namjoon-ah, help keep the team together."

Namjoon's face fell as well at that.

Priya didn't get what was said but noticed it wasn't uplifting when Namjoon's shoulders sunk before her.

"You've been slacking too," the manager said slowly, not wanting to hurt the man but seeing it to be necessary. The boys were not doing so well lately when it came practice and performance, and the push the team kept giving them didn't seem to cut it. They had talked to Namjoon repeatedly but the man seemed to be lost in other stresses for a few weeks. And now today? Today it just seemed there was a new concern he was keeping to himself.

Namjoon glanced at Priya who looked over at him with Taehyung's puppy-dog eyes. The girl was lost.

"Yeh," the man said softly, nodding respectfully as he let his manager tell him to pretty much "get his shit together".

"Alright now go," the man said gently, squeezing the boy's shoulder before arching his head over to the outside which was pouring rain, "I'll have someone drop you two. You, Namjoon-sshi, you come back as quick as you can."

Namjoon nodded curtly before moving away from the manager. Leaning his head in the direction of the cars, Priya didn't hesitate as she followed the man. Once at a safe distance, she got in the backseat of a van with the man. "What happened?" she asked gently, really concerned for her bias wrecker.

"Nothing," he said sighing, before both quietly and awkwardly waited for their driver to come out and take them.

-

"Nothing," Taehyung said as he tried not to give in to how nice it felt for the teen behind him putting up Priya's long brown hair. The fact that Priya had bangs however relieved him internally. The hair on the forehead seemed to only thing familiar regarding this whole situation. He missed his hair and body.

Gauri struggled a light bit when putting the hair into a high ponytail. Managing to get it through, she smiled before dramatically scraping at his shoulders in attempts to emphasize that he "looked fly". That was one thing he caught on to every time the teen talked. She had a certain sort of way for words that he found himself to slowly get used to. It was actually fun trying to learn new phrases from the girl.

"Favourite?" he asked gently, pointing over at him. Gauri chuckled, sitting down next to him on the carpet as she leaned against the couch.

"Favourite member of BTS?" she asked, seeing how he was pointing over at her and then the body of her sister, "I'm not a fan of Kpop."

Taehyung's brows furrowed a little. Gauri grinned.

"But I do find Jimin hot," she said smirking.

Taehyung looked like a child who just found an epiphany, his expression causing Priya's big brown eyes to widen as well, "Ahh, Jimin okay okay."

Gauri giggled before trying to fix up the mess on her head. Watching as Taehyung smiled hugely and child-like, Gauri's brows furrowed when he pointing over at her braids that were now ruined from all chasing after him.

"I...do them," he shot out, moving to sit onto the couch behind the girl, his hands moving instantly towards the styled braid.

Gauri's brows jumped. "You know how to braid?" Gauri asked shocked, trying not to smile over at the boy so excited to do her hair.

"Yeh," he lied, grinning as he loosely tried to make the hair curl together tightly while making a loose and sloppily rope-like line.

"Oh that's cool," Gauri cooed, lazily leaning into his knee as she used to do the same out of habit with Priya. Letting the man talk to her with broken English, it didn't bother their conversation however as they easily got to know one another without trouble. Taehyung did stutter at points when she didn't understand something, but she'd simply wave it off and pretend she understood him so he wouldn't feel frustrated. When she did understand him however, he would smile hugely and gleam up excited.

Hearing him mention a name, her brows furrowed in amusement over him speaking about her reminding him of someone. "Who? A girlfriend?" Gauri teased, grinning over at Taehyung as she batted at her eyelashes.

"Anio," Taehyung said lightly, petting at her hair cutely, "No, my dog."

Gauri snorted at that. Moving away from him as she crawled away on the ground, she instantly stood up. "I remind you of your dog?" she asked, laughing hysterically, "shit Priya calls me a bitch on a regular but that's just an extreme don't you-"

Gauri's lashing hysteria was stopped by the ring of a doorbell. Taehyung instantly stood up onto Priya's feet. Hugging the hoodie onto her body more. It was on the chubbier side so that on it's own was a new experience for Taehyung. Mobility on it's own seemed different compared to his stick-like body, it was an interesting experience.

Watching Gauri move towards the door, she shushed over at him when he panicked and spoke out to not open the door. Seeing the teen girl's face fall, his panicking didn't stop. There were two low male voices outside the door.

"Ayy, isn't it the little Ari!" one voice chimed as he went to ruffle at Gauri's already messy hair.

"Where's Priya?" the other voice softly asked, smiling over at Gauri politely.

"She's sick," Gauri lied, looking over between the two boys her sister called her friends.

"That's why we're here," the first voice chimed. You could hear the smirk in his voice, "we're here to make her feel better."

Gauri rolled her eyes.

It was Jean and Jason.

-

Priya's eyes softened as the time went by. She couldn't help but want to touch the man that sat next to her. She wanted to reassure him in some manner, make him smile, have him laugh...something needed to be done. I can't handle people crying and RM about to whip out thug tears right now shit.

"I just," Namjoon swallowed, unknowingly having his knee graze Taehyung's casually, only to have Priya swear internally, "I just can't do this anymore. The constant hate, people who claim to be fans of Bangtan telling me to leave? It's hard to go out to the open and call myself a leader of my brothers and then have the ones who support us hate the very sight of me."

This conversation went from "hey, you're going to have to work with Hoseok a lot when it comes to dance so we should tell him" to "I've been stressed lately" to "my fans hate me". The constant flow of Namjoon's words changing every moment and gradually making him more and more upset.

"Some fans don't realize you're human too," Priya said softly, pursing at her lips as she moved her hand hesitantly onto Namjoon's that sat over his lap. She tried to mentally scold Taehyung's dick from sky-rocketing upwards. How I miss getting turned on and being secretive about it, she mumbled internally, remembering her vagina.

"I let them down repeatedly," Namjoon said gently, smiling painfully before looking over to face Priya. All he saw was Taehyung and it made him feel more relaxed. It helped him not feel uncomfortable over the fact that he was actually talking to a fan and not Taehyung.

"You've made mistakes," Priya said softly, nodded, feeling like a dick for having Taehyung's dick get riled up. This was a serious moment, abort launch! Abort launch!

"But you're human," Priya said gently, "you're allowed to fuck up as long as you don't end up murdering someone because of that mistake."

Namjoon chuckled lightly at that. "I guess so," he said smiling. He sighed before rubbing at his face with his free hand. Moving to squeeze the hand that was on top of his, he did it directed to Priya and not Taehyung while looking over at her and thanking her.

Priya's eyes went to his lips as he thanked her.

"I'm glad you're a cool fan," Namjoon teased, eyes squinting a light bit over at her.

Priya felt Taehyung's tongue go dry. Feeling the sudden need for water at the way he was kindly looking at her, she wanted to internally scream. She didn't give two shits, or think twice as she leaned in instantly and crashed her lips against the man's.

Namjoon's eyes shut open immediately. Trying to snap away quick, Priya mumbled, "no homo, just one sec," before trying to slip her tongue into the man's mouth. She was fully aware she wasn't in her own body at the moment but couldn't stop herself from finally just letting herself do what every ARMY wished to do. This is for the fans, she preached internally, memorizing his lips hastily and sloppily.

Namjoon's froze in horror when the man he called his little weird brother stuck his tongue into his mouth. Not realizing he was frozen and letting Priya's mouth devour his, he flinched away slowly. Very awkward and slow, he moved off the couch, leaving Priya's puckered lips in the air as she grew shocked too.

Priya didn't say anything. She simply watched the leader clear his throat before standing up onto his feet. Watching Namjoon glance over at her still on the couch, Priya's eyes widened when his almost popped out of his sockets. Both snapped their heads in the direction of Taehyung's erection.

OH MY FUCKING SHIT, IT'S LONGER THAN MY INDEX FINGER WHEN IT'S AWAKE! Priya screamed internally, in slight awe of the pole daring to hulk out of Taehyung's jeans.

When she looked up, she saw nothing but a quick blur of someone practically tripping while running out the door.

Namjoon had ran out, leaving Priya stuck alone with Taehyung's angry-looking dick.

"Only one way to get rid of this," Priya sighed out, leaning into the couch as she tried to hide her pervert-self that was clearly amused, "where's Chungy's laptop? Time for some alone time."

Priya was insanely curious to see how having the rocket explode with the use of her hand, was going to work. Let's go masterbate an idol off, Priya sang out internally, for scientific purposes...

"Holy shit, I'm a pervert," she chuckled out, loving that there was a twisted double standard in this moment. She knew if Taehyung did anything while in her body everyone would look at him as the bad guy...I say do it, he'll never be a girl again after I get back to my body and he comes back as an idol. Fondle with my precious fluffs all you want Taetae I don't mind at all.

Priya struggled in finding her laptop. Growing irritated, she looked over at Taehyung's hormonal body slowly suppressing and moving back to normal. Eyes moving over from Taehyung's crotch and over to the door that opened, Priya watched Chung-Cha walk into the apartment.

She jumped when seeing her boyfriend's body in the middle of her apartment.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to catch her breath as she slowly got out of her wet jacket.

Priya glanced over at Chung-Cha speaking over to her in English. The woman went on and on about "sticking by Namjoon at all costs" and "you can't let anyone get suspicious" as Priya just found Taehyung's body to be reacting again like how with Namjoon. With Namjoon however, it was Priya's mind that went insane. But when seeing Chung-Cha all wet in her clothes, Priya couldn't control Taehyung's body naturally acting up.

Chung-Cha's brows furrowed over Priya having a lost expression, all while remaining quiet. Sure she had just met the woman, but from what Chung-Cha could already tell, Priya wasn't a silent type.

"What?"

Chung-Cha tried not to let the look she was receiving from her boyfriend's body get to her. There was something in the eyes when Priya looked over at her in that moment.

Priya's eyes narrowed, debating on whether or not she should ask what she was about to ask. Watching Chung-Cha move towards the couch with her wet form, Priya pursed her lips.

"Did something happened with the boys today?"

Priya stood frozen. Feeling the eiffel tower strike point, she tried not to focus on the totem pole. She said it, she didn't hold back as she asked what she wanted to in that moment, growing intrigued over what Taehyung's body wanted.

"Wanna fuck?"

There was a loud gasp, followed by cursing in Korean, followed by a couch cushion hitting Priya hard in the face.