"I was thinking that maybe we could meet up? I'd understand if you didn't want to but uh... I hope you'll show up? I'll be waiting for you," Jimin giggled at the end of the message, rustling playing before the recording came to a stop. Jungkook threw his phone down onto the bed in frustration. It would have been easier for Jungkook to deal with if Jimin had just written a note. Instead he had recorded a voice message on his phone, every hesitation and giggle audible and able to melt Jungkook's heart. He let out a deep sigh.
"This doesn't make any sense..." The doorbell rang making Jungkook jump. He ran out of his room, to see his Mother opening the door for Namjoon.
"Namjoon! You're back again! What a nice surprise," She smiled. Namjoon looked up to Jungkook hovering on the stairs.
"We need to talk," Namjoon pointed at Jungkook who nodded in response, before running up the stairs. Jungkook's Mother looked on in confusion as the boys ran off without explanation, closing the door to continue with her day.
"You saw it as well, didn't you?" Namjoon asked, closing the door.
"I did." Jungkook's eyes wandered towards the ground, clearly lost in thought. Namjoon's face softened as he saw how the situation was affecting the boy.
"Maybe... Maybe you knew about his death and it's a... Dissociative Identity Disorder type thing? Mixed with... Hallucinations?"
"No. It's real, I know it is." Jungkook sighed.
"Jungkook... You can't be switching places with a dead guy..." Jungkook clenched his jaw and looked directly at Namjoon.
"I can if I'm also going back in time," He said sternly. Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean?" Jungkook hesitated.
"There was a situation. After the whole... Bag attack thing."
"What kind of situation?"
"I ran to try and find you and Jimin. But you weren't there."
"Okay, so?"
"I then went to my front door and knocked. I figured maybe my Mom was still inside and I could try to explain everything to her and get her to understand it was me."
"And...?" Namjoon pushed.
"The door opened and... The old owner, Mrs. Han, was there... We got the house after she died." The disbelief on Namjoon's face slowly morphed into confusion and a clear attempt to understand the situation at hand. "The shooting happened the night of a dance show, right?"
"Yeah?"
"I think it's the same dance show Jimin's been practicing for." Jungkook swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to hold back tears as everything dawned on him. "I think he's going to die soon." His voice began trembling, higher tones sneaking into his sentences as his breathing became uneven. "I can't lose him Namjoon. I just can't. It's as if... It's as if there's some weird connection between us that I can't even attempt to understand, but... I don't know what I'd do if he slipped away from me so easily..." Namjoon went over to the boy and hugged him tight, refusing to let go.
"Hey. You're not in this alone. Okay?" Namjoon spoke in a hushed tone. "We're all here for you." The pair stayed like that for a long time. Tears and soothing whispers of comfort filling the air as the two held each other tightly.

Music blasted over the speakers for what felt like the hundredth time. The continuous melody reverberating in Jimin's brain as he mindlessly repeated the same series of movements, perfection being his aim. The door creaked open shocking the boy. He quickly paused the music and turned around, almost embarrassed to be seen in such a vulnerable state. Hoseok stood at the door frame, breath escaping him upon seeing the one he'd be avoiding for so long.
"You still rehearsing?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah. Do you want the room? I can go-"
"No. I um... I wanted to talk to you actually." Jimin looked to the ground. It would have been easier if he just wanted the room. "I don't want things to be weird when we perform," he continued.
"I don't want that either..." As difficult as it was to admit, Jimin knew that it was better they talked things out before the show. If they danced without sorting out this weird tension between them, it could affect the performance and ruin Jimin's chance at getting into Seoul Institute of the Arts. Hoseok walked towards Jimin, his hands in his pocket and his hair a mess. For someone who usually radiated happiness and never ending energy, he seemed extremely held back and reserved.
"I'm sorry for making things weird between us. Especially after I specifically said that I didn't want that to happen," he started. "It's just that I've liked you for so long, and I know you may not be into me too and that's completely fine but... You've been acting so strange lately and giving some really mixed signals..." He looked Jimin in the eyes, all emotions and vulnerabilities out in the open. "It's just that I've spent so long trying to get over you, and you kissing me and all this stuff... It really doesn't help me with that process."
"I know it doesn't but..." Jimin hesitated. "Hyung... The first time we kissed..."
"What about it?"
"It wasn't me that kissed you."

"So, let me get this straight... You've been switching places with a boy called Jungkook, and he's the one who kissed me the first time?"
"Yes." The two had been talking for several hours, skipping classes and locking the practice room so they could lay in solitude together. They looked up to the ceiling, refusing to turn and face each other. It was easier this way.
"So Jungkook's into guys, then?"
"Yeah."
"And you got confused because as Jungkook, you kissed his boyfriend?"
"Well they're not really dating, it's... Casual, I guess..." Jimin rested his hands, fingers interlaced with each other, on his stomach.
"I don't get why that'd confuse you though?" It was then that Hoseok turned to face Jimin. "If you kiss a guy when you're straight, usually it confirms that you're straight because you're not into it." Jimin's jaw clenched as he shut his eyes. 'Unless... You were into it?" Jimin opened his eyes again.
"I wasn't into it. But I wasn't into it because I knew there was another boy that I'd rather kiss." Hoseok's heartbeat sped up as Jimin turned to look at him as well. "That's what made it confusing."
"Who did you... Want to kiss?"
"Jungkook."
"Oh." Hoseok quickly turned his head to look back at the ceiling. "Right. Jungkook. Jungkook who's-"
"A boy... Yeah." Jimin examined Hoseok's face which seemed to simultaneously look stiff yet soft at the same time.
"So it's not that you're not into guys, you're just... Not into me."
"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered. "I'm really sorry."
"It's not your fault. You can't help who you're attracted to, right?" Hoseok looked over to Jimin again, them making eye contact. Jimin let a soft understanding smile creep onto his face, Hoseok returning it straight back.
"Right."

Namjoon and Jungkook sat in one of the many study rooms available to book. Their books, papers and various pieces of stationary scattered on the table, an abandoned mess. Their eyes instead were glued to Jungkook's phone. Jimin was on the screen once again, his moves capturing the attention of the young men watching.
"He's really talented," Namjoon said. "When you switch, do you get his ability to dance?"
"No, I'm still me. My memories, my abilities. I'm just in his body is all." They continued to watch in admiration before Namjoon's eyes decided to watch Jungkook's face instead.
"You really like him, don't you?" Jungkook let out a chuckle in response.
"Is it bad that I think I'm falling for him?"
"I'd expect nothing less," Namjoon replied, ruffling Jungkook's hair.
"God, why does he have to be straight?" Jungkook sighed.
"Straight?" Namjoon paused. "You sure?" Jungkook turned to Namjoon in confusion.
"Of course. I mean... He did kiss Taehyung as me once. And there's a weird thing with him and Hoseok-"
"Hoseok?"
"Dancer friend." Namjoon began to laugh. "What?"
"I think he's into you," Namjoon stated.
"Me? Why?"
"When you last switched. I got to speak to him, right? He um..." Namjoon chuckled before continuing. "He was really excited to potentially meet you. And he was going to invite you to the dance show to see him. The smile on his face when talking about you... It's definitely the face of something more than just a platonic liking." Namjoon started collecting some of the papers together on the desk in front of them, organising them into neater piles.
"You really think so?"
"I do," Namjoon said as he sat back in his chair. "You should tell him how you feel." Jungkook looked down at the floor.
"What if I can't?" Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed in response. "I was meant to meet him today."
"But-"
"But I can't... I know. He doesn't know that though. He's going to think I'm just standing him up."
"Just explain to him next time-"
"WHAT IF THERE ISN'T A NEXT TIME?!" Jungkook screamed. "This... Thing. It's unpredictable. And the dance show is really soon. What if... What if I don't ever get to see him again? He's going to think of me as the asshole who stood him up." He pushed himself out of his chair angrily, beginning to pace around. "He's going to die thinking that I NEVER CARED! When I... I care SO FUCKING MUCH! MORE THAN HE COULD EVER IMAGINE!" Tears streamed down his face as all his emotions came bubbling to the surface. He came to a halt as everything within him broke down. Jungkook couldn't understand why he cared about Jimin so much, but he knew that he did care and that was enough for him to feel heartbroken at the thought of losing the boy permanently. Namjoon started packing everything into their bags, carrying them in one hand as he grabbed Jungkook's hand in the other.
"Let's go find Taehyung, yeah?"

The sound of the final bell rang throughout the emptying corridors as Jimin left his classroom, wondering over to his locker. A wide grin took hold on his face. Today's the day. He put all his books and his bag in his locker before checking in his phone camera to make sure he looked okay. It was nerve wracking, yet exciting. He knew Jungkook had seen him multiple times before, but never from a third person perspective. He wanted to make a good impression, finally show his personality from within his own body. Today's the day.
He walked into class 2B, the room he had said to meet in, and sat on one of the desks with his legs crossed at the ankles, swinging them back and forth as he waited. And waited.
And waited.
But there was no sign of Jungkook.
Minutes ticked by. And then hours. Four hours, to be exact. And Jimin finally gave up waiting. He stood up from off the floor where he had seated himself after some time and finally left the building.
Today's the day, huh?