Jimin's eyes snapped open. A sleepy haze almost consumed him back to the world of sleep and slumber, until he remembered it was a Saturday. Shit. It was a Saturday. Why didn't his alarm go off? In a panic, he scrambled out of bed in an attempt to get ready for work. Only to instead trip over something on the floor and land face first in a pile of clothes. He looked up and, shortly after, realised he was back in the same room from his dream a few nights ago. He stood up quickly, taking in his surroundings before remembering what Yoongi had said a few days prior.
"Technology doesn't usually work properly in dreams, Jimin."
"Your phone should have behaved strangely."
"If it happens again, look at the time, look away, and look at the time again. If you're dreaming, it should say something different with each look."
He reached for his - well, Jungkook's - phone, and turned the screen on. He looked at the time, taking it in and repeating it to himself like a mantra.
"Twelve thirty-four ... Twelve thirty-four ... Twelve thirty-four..." He turned off the phone's screen again, counted to ten, and turned it back on. The same time displayed on the screen. "Twelve thirty... Four... Shit." He began repeating the same actions. On, off, on, same time. He started gaining speed, refusing to believe that any of this was real. His eyes widened as his finger frantically clicked the button. Before giving up, throwing the phone to the floor in horror and walking to the mirror at a quick pace to look at himself. He stopped abruptly upon noticing his body. He hadn't noticed it before, but he wasn't wearing a shirt. Where usually would lay a flat yet soft tummy, stood a set of abs and a defined v line poking out from his pyjama bottoms. Feelings of jealousy mixed with awe rushed over him as he stroked lightly on the six pack staring at him. He forced himself to snap out of it.
"Wait... Does that mean-?"
This is real?

A blaring alarm pulled Jungkook out of his sleep, earning a groan of frustration to escape the boys mouth. Grumpily, he reached over to turn off the alarm, reading the caption 'work' flashing on screen.
Work? I don't have a job though?
He closed his eyes and rolled over onto his back, accepting the fact that his sleep had been interrupted and there was no going back. As his eyes fluttered open again, his sight was greeted with several glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on the ceiling above him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before sitting up sharply and looking around. His suspicions grew and he walked over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Sure enough the reflection he saw was the same boy he had seen the day he fainted.
He looked over his body in the mirror, trying to take in every little detail. His eyes finding his way past the worn out t-shirt and down to the bulge in his boxers, swallowing a lump in his throat he didn't even know he had. He shook away his thoughts, turning away from the image, instead turning his focus to the wardrobe now stood in front of him. He opened it up, looking at the contents, tongue in cheek as he felt disapproving of the boys taste in style. Looking back in the mirror he looked at the boys hair, touching it slightly.
Might as well have some fun in this body.
He went back to his bed, still partially undressed, and grabbed his phone unlocking it, grateful that it wasn't password protected. He tried typing in Namjoon's number from memory but when calling, it only stated that the number wasn't in service. He then tried Taehyung's number. He knew that he'd called it from other phones enough times in his life to memorise it by now.
"Hello?" Taehyung's voice called out from the other side,
"Taehyung, what's up? You down for some shopping instead?" There was an air of silence.
"Sorry... Who is this?" Jungkook suddenly remembered that of course. Taehyung wouldn't recognise his voice. Because, right now, it wasn't his voice. Panicked, he hung up the phone call and thought about the people he met the first time this happened. He looked through his phone contacts, using the picture icons to see if any of them matched the faces from that day. "Jung... Hoseok..." He clicked on the contact, distinctly remembering the boy.
"Hey, what's up?" His voice as bright as ever shined through the phone,
"You busy?"
"No, why?"
"Wanna hang out?" A smirk grew on Jungkook's face as he caught his reflection in the mirror once more.
Today was going to be fun.

The distinct sounds of chopping filled the air as Jimin made his way down the stairs. He had drenched himself in a massive black hoodie slumped over his body. A woman wearing an apron was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables in preparation for a meal. This must be his Mom. Part of Jimin was telling him to go back upstairs and hide, but the universe wouldn't let him do such a thing.
"Still not setting alarms I see?" She chuckled to herself, continuing to cut a carrot with ease. Jimin was almost afraid to answer, completely frozen in place at the entrance of the kitchen. She looked over at him as she waited for an answer.
"Yeah, haha." He reached behind his neck, a nervous habit that shined when feeling uncomfortable. He really had no idea what to say.
"You alright, hon? You look a bit out of it." She continuously switched her focus from the task at hand and her supposed-son,
"Yeah, I'm good. Great actually, uh..."
"You sure? You look like you have a fever." She put down her utensils, making her way over to the boy and placing the back of her hand gently across his forehead. Jimin couldn't help but remember the touch of his own Mother. He felt a flood of emotions all cave in at once and didn't know how to respond. He looked at the woman in awe and fascination, her adoring gaze looking back in response. "Hmm, you feel fine." She returned back to cooking and Jimin hadn't ever wanted to cherish and appreciate a moment more. He missed the feeling of being loved and cared for. It had been so long. Jimin still hadn't moved or spoken a word causing Jungkook's Mother to look at him in concern. To break the silence she spoke up. "What time's Taehyung coming over again?"
"Hm?"
"Taehyung. Was that not today?" Just as she asked, the doorbell rang. Jimin could see a clear silhouette through the frosted glass of the door. Deciphering it as a figure that he recognised from the previous time this had happened. This must be Taehyung.
"Uh, yes. That was today, and I think that's him now." He quickly made his way over to the door as Mrs. Jeon wiped her hands on her apron. She fixed her hair and stood up straight in an attempt to look more presentable for the incoming guest. As Jimin swung the door open, the image of the boy from the other day, that he assumed to be Taehyung, filled his view. Instantly he was thrown into an uncomfortable situation. Taehyung's hand flew out and began moving against Jimin's, doing a specific handshake that Jimin had no idea how to do. His hand instead flew around aimlessly in an attempt to keep up with the actions. Taehyung stared at the boy in front of him for a moment before bursting out into a boxy grin.
"Guessing you've only just woken up?" A laugh escaped his mouth as he ruffled a hand through Jimin's hair. He made his way over to Jungkook's Mother.
"Taehyung-ah!" Her arms stretched out in preparation to envelope Taehyung into a hug.
"Hey Mrs. Jeon. How's life treating you?"
"No different that when you asked me last week. I do fear however, that our Jungkook may be a little bit ill." They both look over to Jimin who seemed to be watching the scene unfold. "He doesn't feel hot or anything but... Something's definitely up." Hearing the boy's name comes along with a flood of memories. Of course. Jungkook. That was his name.
"Guys, I'm fine. Really." Jimin's argument didn't sound convincing in the slightest. "Seriously. Taehyung. I'm okay. Don't worry." He looked directly at Taehyung whose face shifted slightly. Jungkook had been calling Taehyung 'Tae' since they were kids... What changed? Why was he using his full name now? Forcing a grin, Taehyung responded,
"I trust you." A pause occurred before Taehyung took matters into his own hands. "Shall we go up?" Pointing his finger towards the stairs as he looked at Jimin for an answer who simply nodded in response. Smiling, he lead the way, his friend following shortly behind. Goodbyes exchanged by Taehyung and Mrs. Jeon as they made their way up the stairs.

They entered Jungkook's room and Jimin immediately began pushing the clothes on the floor to the edges of the room in an attempt to make it appear neater.
"Sorry about the mess."
"You act like I'm not used to it." Taehyung chuckled at the boy's actions. Jimin felt himself get embarrassed so stopped. He looked at Taehyung's grin and choose to sit on the edge of Jungkook's bed instead. Embarrassment and discomfort taking over his actions. He really had no idea what to do now. How was he supposed to hang out with someone he had met once, yet act though they were great friends? Saving Jimin from his thoughts, Taehyung had walked over to Jungkook's chest of draws. He held a copy of Overwatch in his hand, holding it up for Jimin to see. "Overwatch?" Jimin hesitated before noticing the various posters in the room. It'd be weird if he turned down playing a game he loved, right? With this thought in mind, he nodded enthusiastically as if excited to play.
If only he knew how to actually play it.

In the distance was the clear image of the one and only, Jung Hoseok. Although only having met once before, Jungkook could tell immediately who the dancer's silhouette belonged to. A big smile on Jungkook's face made its way into existence. Something about that man made Jungkook feel lighter and more cheerful. Which was nice considering he was basically a complete stranger. As said stranger got closer, he was pulled abruptly into a tight hug by Jungkook. A high pitched sound of surprise escaped Hoseok's lips in response.
"Oh! Jimin, you good?" Jungkook pulled Hoseok away from his body, eyes wide with excitement at the mention of the boy's name.
"YES! JIMIN!" He pointed in remembrance. Of course! His name name was Jimin, not Jinyoung. How could he forget? Hoseok chuckled in awkward confusion before asking a question he hadn't a chance to when on the phone earlier.
"Aren't you supposed to have work today?"
"Screw work. I'm getting a makeover."
"A makeover?"
"Hell yeah. New clothes, new hair. Maybe even a new piercing." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders on the last one, seeming as though it was such a casual thing to impulsively get. Hoseok's brow furrowed and he blinked quickly as he tried to make sense of the situation.
"A piercing? Your Father would kill you!"
"Oh. So I do actually have a Dad? Good to know." Both times Jungkook had woken up in Jimin's house, there was no sign of anyone else living there. It should have been obvious that someone had to be looking after Jimin. But he figured it was probably an older brother or someone that also had to go to school. Maybe Jimin's Dad just goes to work early? He grabbed Hoseok's arm and began pulling him along. He attempted to pull him into the shopping complex up ahead, but Hoseok jolted and pulled his arm away in horror.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Something seemed wrong with Jimin. Not caring about work? Wanting a piercing? And that comment about his Dad... Hoseok couldn't help but be concerned about the boy in front of him. Something about him felt really... Off.
"Nothing is wrong with me. I just want to have some fun, is that a crime?"
"No, you just seem... Different. That's all." Jungkook took a second to think it through. It would be a bit weird for your friend's personality to change so suddenly and out of the blue. And it was Jimin's body after all. Maybe a piercing was a bit too far...
"You're right... Sorry. And I shouldn't get a piercing. You're right. Dad would kill me." He awkwardly laughed it off, catching Hoseok's continuous look of concern still reining in his direction. "Don't worry, Hobi." A name he had seen be used in texts between the two. "I'm fine. Just a bit stressed is all." He seemed satisfied with this response and let out a grin once again. He ruffled Jungkook's hair before walking off towards the shopping complex.
"Come on. Let's go spend all your hard earned money." Jungkook laughed and followed the boy.
"My favourite activity."
At least when it wasn't really his money, at least.

Walking through one of the clothing stores, Jungkook carried a large stack of clothes. Most of these items were black or other monochromatic tones. A big difference from the rest of Jimin's wardrobe. The amount of thick hoodies and sweaters threatened to spill out of his arms. Almost doing so as he attempted to pick up a plain black t-shirt from a pile on the table. Hoseok watched him with caution in his eyes before turning back to a rail of clothes he had focused on before.
"I thought you were saving up for a new computer?" His eyes looked up again waiting for a reaction,
"Oh? What's wrong with my current one?" Hoseok looked at the boy struggling to carry all his clothes, going over and taking a bunch from the pile in his arms.
"How would I know? It's your computer." Jungkook caught himself slipping up again. If he was going to be in Park Jimin's body, he had to at least pretend to be some version of him. They both continued looking through clothes, now a lot more comfortable.
"Well... I figured I could wait a bit longer. I have a job so it's not like I have to wait long."
"Yeah, except they're not going to pay you if you don't show up." Jungkook stopped and made eye contact with Hoseok. There was a mutual understanding that it was a joke,but it also had a lot of truth to it. Jungkook went to Hoseok, taking his clothes back off of him.
"I'm going to go try these on. Wait here."
"No. We have an arrangement." Jungkook stopped in his step, turning around to face Hoseok again.
"Arrangement?" He enquired.
"You don't remember?"
"Must have slipped my mind." Jungkook lied.
"I can't let you go in there alone, not after last summer." Jungkook was silent. "After you..." He then switched to a softer tone to prevent other customers from hearing. "After you broke down in the changing stall and then abandoned me to go puke in the bathroom." Jungkook was suddenly somehow paying more attention.
"I- I threw up? Why?" His brows furrowed as he stepped closer to Hoseok, craving more information.
"Dude, I know you don't like acknowledging it but you can't just pretend the last, what? 6 months? Never happened." He harshly took a heapful of clothes from Jungkook again. "Now let's go try these on, yeah?" Without waiting for a response he walked ahead claiming a room to be theirs.

He was hesitant at first. Sure Jungkook had been in the locker rooms at school. But even then he would be surrounded with so many people. And he always turned away, keeping his eyes to himself. But here? Alone with Hoseok? Who, Jungkook had to admit, was VERY attractive? It felt so... Intimate. He stuttered in his movements before taking his t-shirt off over his head. He looked at his reflection, part of him hoping this wouldn't cause him to faint again. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he could see Hoseok behind him in the reflection removing his own shirt. Hoseok saw him staring at the mixture of both bodies, walking up to be directly behind him. He placed his head on Jungkook's shoulder, arms on his shoulders comfortingly. He made eye contact with the boy through the mirror as he spoke. Jungkook could feel the skin of Hoseok's chest pressed up against his back, heart rate increasing.
"Don't compare your body to mine. You-"
"I'm not," Jungkook stated. Hoseok moved his head, choosing to look directly at Jungkook.
"That's good... That's really good, Jimin." He placed his head back down and let his arms slide down Jungkook's arms, hands intertwining with his. Pulling them up to clutch around Jungkook's chest. "Something's definitely up though... Are you going to faint again?"
"No, no, I'm fine, I just..." He studied Jimin's body. "It's the perfect balance of masculinity and femininity... A strongness mixed with elegance. I... I like it..." Hoseok paused for a second, a soft smile growing on his face.
"I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say something positive about your body." A soft pain and hints of sadness surged through Jungkook's body. How could Jimin not see how effortlessly beautiful he was? It felt almost criminal to be able to stare at such pure beauty for so long without any repercussions.
"Tomorrow..." Jungkook knew it'd sound weird but he couldn't help himself. "Tomorrow I might not remember this moment..." Hoseok looked at the boy confused. "I want you to tell me how beautiful I am tomorrow. How I should never feel bad about my body because... Every single detail of this body is absolutely breathtaking." Hoseok thought what was being said was strange. Why Jimin wouldn't remember, he had no idea. But right now he needed to be there for his friend. The reason why didn't matter.
"Yeah... I'll do that, Chim."

Taehyung and Jimin were sat on the bed together. Sounds from Overwatch blasted through the high def speakers in Jungkook's room. For a kid with seemingly no job, and slowly failing grades, Jungkook sure had a lot of cool equipment.
"Oh my God, how are you failing so much right now? Weren't you literally playing it all last night?" Jimin was trying hard to play, he really was, but he just didn't know how to. He'd never played Overwatch before. Apparently this Jungkook guy was a freaking master at the game, though.
"I was? That's irresponsible." He died for what seemed like the 400th time at this point, before respawning and trying again. Each time enhancing his skills ever so slightly.
"Yeah, didn't you say that your Mom had to come in to get you to turn it down? She couldn't sleep because of the gunshots and you yelling whenever you did die."
Gunshots.
Jimin lost his focus as he made the connection in his head. He earned another in-game death, letting his controller drop out of his hands and onto the bed softly. He slammed his hands down on the bed, letting a deep scream out as he pushed himself up and began pacing. "Woah, hey-"
"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!" Jimin felt like he was losing his mind. He couldn't understand any of what was happening to him.
"You're probably just tired, or it might be an off day."
"NOT THAT!-" He gestured to the TV, "-THIS!" Then at his body. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME! WHY AM I HERE! WHY AM I HERE. IN THIS ROOM. WITH YOU. PLAYING SOME DUMB GAME!" He stared at Taehyung, expecting an answer despite the lack of knowledge on the situation. "What is the point of this?" He continued, sounding exhausted.
"Do you want to just sit down for a moment?" Taehyung sounded kind. He wasn't angry at the sudden outburst. He was... Caring. "Come on, sit down." He patted the bed next to him. Jimin sat down beside him before tears started streaming down his face. He let his head fall into his hands, the sobs flowing out of him, comforting strokes on his back from Taehyung. Jimin turned around, throwing himself into Taehyung's arms, forcing a hug from him. He cried into his shoulder, as Taehyung continued to rub soothing circles on the crying boys back.
"I'm sorry I'm not who you want me to be..." His voice was small, barely audible. If it weren't for him being right next to Taehyung's ear, it wouldn't have been heard at all. He sounded ashamed. Ashamed that he wasn't really the best friend of the guy he was currently crying into the shoulder of. Taehyung pulled Jimin's head away from his shoulder, holding his face in each face to look at him directly.
"Hey. You are EXACTLY who I want you to be, okay? Because you're YOU."
"I'm not though..."
"Hey..." Taehyung wiped a tear that was rolling down Jimin's cheek, looking sympathetically at the boy. "Would it help if I kissed you?" Jimin's head shot up.
"What?"
"Would it help if I kissed you?" Jimin's eyes blinked in shock. Was this the kind of relationship Jungkook and Taehyung had? Were they... Together? "I mean we don't have to, I just figured-"
"No..." Jimin needed to pretend to be Jungkook, right? So he should... Kiss him... Right? "I... I want to."
"You sure?" Jimin nodded in response. "Okay." They both remained still for a moment, neither knowing who should make the first move. Taehyung decided it should be him and moved his hand up to Jimin's cheek, leaning in slowly. His eyes flickered between the pair of eyes and the lips in front of him, inching closer towards his face.
Their lips connected.
This is wrong.