Jungkook and Taehyung walked together, Namjoon running up from across the hall.
"Holy shit, you're okay." He hugged Jungkook tight, "guess you guys aren't skipping anymore?"
"Considering the amount of effort it took just to get Nurse Yeona to allow Jungkook to go to lunch? I'm going to have to say you're correct in guessing that."
"Wait, what? We were going to skip?" Jungkook looked confused, yet hopeful at the two. Namjoon's expression turned more worried with the question.
"Since you don't even remember deciding to skip, I think it's better we don't."
"Oh come on, what if we just go out for lunch instead?" The two looked at him unimpressed before he turned to Taehyung, resting his arm around him. "I'll buy you a milkshake?" The bribe working its magic on the boy almost instantaneously.
"Okay, sold, let's go.
"Wait, are you guys serious? Jungkook suffered a HEAD INJURY." Namjoon took the responsible role, attempting to stop the two from behaving recklessly. Something they commonly did.
"Yeah, and I want McDonalds to make me feel better," Jungkook whined.
"If you're concerned about his head Namjoon, maybe you should just come with us," Taehyung added. After some hesitation, Namjoon finally gave in, agreeing to go with them both. He continuously insisting it was to make sure Jungkook stayed safe.
"It was like I was a completely different person. My room was a mess. I had a Mom who, although wasn't actually in the house, had made me lunch. I had different friends. I had a science test of all things. And then I... I don't know... Then I woke up, I guess." Hoseok looked at Jimin intrigued as he handed the cup of water to him.
"Probably had something to do with your little identity crisis you had before passing out." Hoseok suggested.
"What identity crisis? What do you mean?" Hoseok and Seokjin looked at each other suddenly worried. Did he not remember anything?
"Maybe we should take you to the nurse." Seokjin stated, the worry clearly evident in his voice.
"No, I'm fine now. What identity crisis?" Jimin couldn't help the curiosity, it fit too well with what he had dreamt about and he wanted to know what fully happened to him.
"You uh... I don't know. You were acting weird before, but I just shook it off as you being tired or whatever. But when you got to the studio... You looked in the mirror and it seemed as if you didn't recognise yourself." Hoseok was unable to hide the concern laced in each of his words, but it was a concerning situation.
"Then you asked us what your name was." Seokjin added.
"And as soon as we told you, boom, you collapsed."
"That's... I don't even remember any of that..." Jimin started to get scared for himself.
"Okay, no, Yoongi was right, we should have taken you to the nurse." Seokjin said before getting up to leave. Jimin called for him, trying to stop the elder from getting more people involved, but failed to stop him in time. He sighed in defeat before Hoseok began talking to him again. This time he spoke a lot quieter and Jimin could hear the concern more obvious than ever.
"You really don't remember?"
"None of it." Hoseok nodded in understanding, hesitating before continuing.
"You know I have to ask, right?"
"Hoseok..."
"You fainted Jimin. I have to." Jimin looked at him with understanding mixed with shame in his eyes. "Are you eating properly?"
"Yes."
"What have you eaten today?"
"I don't remember today, hyung." Jimin closed his eyes trying to somehow work out what the hell was going on. "As far as I was aware, I was some kid called... Jungkook? Ugh, my head feels weird." He gripped at his head for a moment, allowing the situation to wash over him. He removed his hands, looking up, and then at Hoseok, repositioning his body to hold the elder's hands in his. "I promise you, Hoseok. Whatever this is. It's not that, okay?"
"Okay... I just worry about you." Hoseok's voice went even quieter. "I don't want you to end up in hospital again..."
"And I don't want to be in hospital again. It's not... That. Okay, Hobi? I swear." Hoseok looked empathically at Jimin.
"Okay." He kissed the top of Jimin's head, causing the younger to squirm slightly whilst giggling.
"Stop, there'll be rumors again." He laughed.
"I won't tell if you won't." He kissed Jimin's head again and pulled him into a hug, leaning his head on his shoulder. He stroked his hair sweetly as he looked at their reflection together in the mirror. Concern showed on his face, as a million thoughts ran through the boy's head.
He just wanted Jimin to be okay.

"No, I swear. It was the weirdest fucking thing and it felt SO REAL. Like I legit believed I was this Park Jinyoung kid." Jungkook, Namjoon and Taehyung ate their lunch in the outside seating area of McDonalds as Jungkook recounted the events of his concussed dream. He had come to the realisation that it was a dream. There's no other thing it could be. Sure some things were similar to what had apparently happened before he woke up, but that happens in dreams all the time, right? Jungkook continued to bite into his burger as the conversation continued.
"Park Jinyoung? Like JYP Park Jinyoung?" Taehyung couldn't help himself but to make a weird connection no matter how unrelated.
"Look, it was a dream, okay? There are only so many names in this head of mine." He tapped at his head as he stated as such. "Besides, I'm not even sure it WAS Park Jinyoung. Although it would make sense if it was, right? I was listening to Twice last night!" He suddenly got really excited as this revelation which could help confirm it was, in fact, a dream. "Twice! Who are UNDER..." He prompted the others to join him in this revelation.
"JYP, yeah we got it." Namjoon said bluntly. He looked off into nowhere, deep in his own thoughts regarding the situation. His doubts and theories chased each other around as he mindlessly ate his fries.
"What's with you?" Taehyung asked before sticking a fry in his mouth.
"Nothing, I just... It's nothing, don't worry about it." They all continued to eat while the same image of thought remained painted along Namjoon's face. Taehyung started to drink from his milkshake. Stopping when noticing Namjoon still zoned out from the rest of them.
"Seriously dude, why do you look like you're having an existential crisis?"
"What? No, ugh, it just... It just reminds me of something someone I used to know said. It doesn't matter." Jungkook was suddenly alert and the entire air around him changed as doubt crept back into his mind.
"Wait, who?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung looked at the younger confused, unsure of the reasoning for his question.
"Look, the guy was in mourning. It doesn't matter what he said because it didn't make any sense, okay?" He drank from his drink as the group turned silent from the harsh tone in his voice. Jungkook was the one to finally break the silence.
"I'm going to go get more nuggets." He abruptly left the table to go order them, leaving Namjoon and Taehyung to talk alone. Namjoon leant in to Taehyung, speaking in a softer more hushed tone.
"He seemed weird this morning, right? Like before the concussion?"
"I mean... He was a bit off, sure, but why-"
"Almost as if he wasn't Jungkook, right?" Taehyung put his milkshake down and closed his eyes in confusion.
"Namjoon... Where are you going with this?"
"What if it wasn't a dream?" Taehyung opened his eyes and looked at Namjoon with a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me expression. Namjoon sighed before continuing further. "Taehyung, what if he is actually switching places with someone?"
"You realise how crazy you sound, right?" Taehyung sounded unimpressed. "Besides, he still went to our school, and I certainly don't know any Park Jinyoung's here."
"He said he only THOUGHT his name was Park Jinyoung. It could have very easily been something else."
"You're crazy."
"Think about it. He was on time this morning, and then said that he's always on time... Jungkook is never on time!" Namjoon sounded as though he was so certain of this theory, but Taehyung wasn't buying it for a second.
"Is that seriously all the evidence you have?" For someone who liked to get all the evidence before making assumptions, Namjoon seemed to be a bit ahead of himself here.
"He also gave me the wrong book," Namjoon added.
"What are you talking about?"
"After the test when he was handing out the books. He gave me the other Kim Namjoon's book."
"That could have easily been a mistake."
"I have Mangnanyeon drawn on mine. He knows this. Yet he still gave me the wrong one. It's at least suspicious, don't you think?" Taehyung knew he couldn't change the older's mind on this.
"Well, even if he did... Switch bodies or whatever. He's back now. Does it really matter?" Namjoon paused before responding.
"I guess not."
"Exactly." They both sighed, leaning back in their chairs as Jungkook showed up with a twenty box of nuggets. The two looked at him, Taehyung mainly looking at the nuggets. "If you don't let me have at least one, I'm going to be so mad." Jungkook scoffed a laugh as he sat down again, Taehyung and Namjoon exchanging a look.

A day had passed since the strange dream had occurred. And now matter how hard he tried, Jungkook couldn't find himself able to think about anything else. He was sat in class, trying to sketch the face he had seen in the dream, getting frustrated when he couldn't remember the little details. Mid-sketch, he could feel the eyes of the entire class on him, causing him to look up from his sketch. His teacher had been standing there for probably a lot longer than they both would have liked.
"A bit distracted today?" She asked.
"Uh, yes, I uh... It's the head injury from before... I uh- I have a note." The teacher looked down at the drawing as Jungkook reached into his bag to retrieve a note from the nurse explaining his condition. She completely ignored the note, choosing to focus on the drawing instead.
"It's good... It's not science though," she said.
"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Your paper." She let the papers from the mock test fall onto his desk over the drawing he had been doing. "I'll let you off since it seems like you've actually been studying for a change." She left Jungkook, his note still in hand, and resumed giving the other students their papers. Jungkook looked down at the paper, eyes growing wide at the score.
97?