Home sweet home.
Jimin was back in his room. Back in his body. The familiar surroundings sending relief through his body and a smile on his face. He got out of bed, stretching his arms out, sighing upon remembering the events of yesterday. He kissed Taehyung. He had to though, right? If he didn't kiss him, then he's be upset with Jungkook. That's why he did it. It wasn't because he was attractive. Or because they were so close and intimate at the time. Or because Jimin was emotional. No, of course not. It was simply strategic. Or at least that's what Jimin told himself.
He got out of bed and walked over to the mirror, wanting to see his own face once again. His mouth dropping open when he saw the reflection looking back at him. His hair was a bright vibrant orange and there was a clear hickey on his neck. Had Jungkook hooked up with Yeona? He stared at the image in front of him, a mixture of horror, embarrassment, and most of all fury, flowing through his veins. He looked around for a piece of paper and saw an unused spiral notebook he got at the start of the year, grabbing it and opening it to the first page. He took a pen from his desk and began scribbling down a message angrily on the first page, finally breaking the seal of purity.

'What the fuck is wrong with you? You dyed my hair ORANGE?!?!?!
And did you hook up with my girlfriend???!!! That is NOT OKAY!!!!
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND,
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SKIP WORK,
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO MY DAD,
AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED
TO DYE MY HAIR
FUCKING ORANGE!!!!!!!!!
I swear to God,
Jeon Jungkook, you're going to be the death of me.
- Jimin'

"You're awake." Jimin jumped at the sound, dropping the notebook in the process. Hoseok had just come out of Jimin's ensuite bathroom, toothbrush at work in his mouth. Jimin immediately scrambled to pick up the, now that he looked over it, mildly embarrassing note. "You alright?" Hoseok continued. Jimin nodded in response as he held the book close to his chest. He didn't want to risk his friend seeing it and asking questions. Hoseok held up his finger to signify that he wanted Jimin to wait a moment, then finished brushing his teeth. He spat out the remaining toothpaste mush from his mouth, running the utensil under the tap, before finally tapping it on the side to remove any excess water. He came back into the room, hesitating before speaking. "We should talk about last night." Jimin placed the notebook down on his desk as he noticed the serious tone in Hoseok's voice.
"Why? What happened last night?" Shit. Shouldn't have said that.
"You're right. Maybe it's better we just forget it happened." He went over to the bed, letting himself fall onto it, relaxing his entire body. Jimin looked back to the note he had written and added to it.

'P.S. I want detailed logs of everything you do as me from now on.
It's too suspicious if I don't remember anything.
I'll do the same for you.'

He hesitated for a moment before adding further.

'P.P.S. Fuck you, I'm dying my hair back.'

It had been several hours since Jimin had woken up and Hoseok hadn't left his side since. They travelled to the dance studio, thankful that the teacher allowed them to go in on the weekends. They were apparently trustworthy enough to not need supervision, thank God. Rehearsing for the upcoming dance show was their priority.

Music was blasting through the speakers, Jimin controlling the music while Hoseok danced. Then switching after a few run throughs.
It had reached a point where both boys were getting worn out. Hoseok finished his routine with little to no mistakes, satisfied with his performance and wanting to finally sit down again. Allowing Jimin to take the floor and go through his set pieces again. The track began playing once Jimin was in position, and his flowing moves came shortly after. Hoseok watched the boy dance, elegance oozing out of him with each twist and turn. Jimin's eyes were full of determination and critique, constantly feeling as though the silhouette of each movement wasn't holding up well enough compared to his peers. He tried to push through, not focusing too much on everything wrong with his form. Instead trying to focus on everything that was going right. He was getting the choreography correct. He... He was getting the choreography correct. Fuck. He couldn't think of anything else. He'd notice each little flick of the wrist that was slightly off beat. Or every time he had his arm the tiniest bit out of place. Such small discrepancies made him feel like he wasn't worth the praise he got. That he wasn't worth to even be in this show let alone get potentially recognised for his so called 'talent' because of it. He stopped mid-way through the choreography, bending over, hands on knees. His face showing a mixture of pain disappointment, and exhaustion.
"Can we stop? Just for a moment, I need to..." He breathed heavily and Hoseok turned off the music, making his way over to Jimin.
"Do you want to sit down for a bit?" He put his hand on Jimin's shoulder, empathy evident on his face.
"I'm never going to get it right..."
"What are you talking about? You did it perfectly?"
"No... No I didn't." Jimin looked up at himself in the mirror, Hoseok then following his gaze. "I'm never going to be good enough."
"What are you talking about, you did amazing. We'll just try again and-"
"NO!" Jimin snapped. "You don't understand!" He began pacing as he spoke, tears forming in his eyes but none falling. "This is my dream we're talking about, okay? All I've ever wanted is to perform for people and go to Seoul Institute of the Arts! But if I'm not perfect for this show then I won't get scouted, and then I'll have NO CHANCE of that ever happening! I can't risk this, Hoseok! At this point it just feels like I might as well give up. I'm never going to get better..."
Hoseok remembered Jimin's words from the day before.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow I might not remember this moment... I want you to tell me how beautiful I am tomorrow.
"Jimin?" He made eye contact in response. "Don't discourage yourself... Your dancing's beautiful... Just like you..." Jimin turned to look at Hoseok directly before shaking his head slightly.
"Hobi, we talked about this..." Jimin walked off to the side to grab his water bottle and drink from it.
"Talked about what?"
"This!" He indicated towards the both of them. "Us! I'm not- We're not-"
"Then what the fuck was yesterday?"
"What are you on about?!"
"Are you really that fucking in denial?!" Jimin furrowed his brows as the boys looked at eachother.
"In denial about what?" Hoseok walked up to Jimin, getting close to his face, centimeters away.
"About being fucking gay, Jimin."
"I'm not gay. Don't try and force that on me because you can't handle being just friends."
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT YESTERDAY?!" Hoseok shoved Jimin away from him. Did he know about Taehyung? No. How would he? "YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME! YOU KNOW HOW I FUCKING FEEL AND YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THAT!" Hoseok continued.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Hoseok got close to the younger again, gripping his sweatshirt and pulling him even closer, fear finding its way through Jimin's body.
"I'm fine with being friends, Jimin... What I'm not fine with. Is you leading me on, and making me think your feelings have changed." He let go of the material. "Besides... You were the one who told me to fucking call you beautiful. That you're fucking the epitome of beauty or whatever the fuck it was." Hoseok grabbed his bag, slipping his water bottle back into the net pocket on the side. "God, I swear you are the fucking weirdest sometimes. You act like you hate yourself one second, then the next you act like you're in god damn love with yourself. You say you're not interested, and then you're all over me." He walked over to the door, about to leave before looking back once again. "Just make up your Goddamn mind, dude. Stick to one fucking personality"
The door slammed leaving Jimin alone with his thoughts.
What the fuck did Jungkook do?

The kitchen was quiet as Jungkook and his Mother sat in each others company. Jungkook with his bowl of cereal, slowly eating it's contents. And his Mother with her newspaper in hand, eyes darting across the page in an attempt to find a more captivating story. Jungkook couldn't help but stare at the woman's subtle movements, question on the tip of his tongue, tempting to spill. His Mother could sense the wide eyes of her son on her and finally looked up to meet them.
"What is it?"
"Hm?" Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts, his Mother's sudden question, catching him off guard.
"You're staring, honey." His Mother stated,
"Right, yeah, no I-"
"Is something wrong?" Jungkook hesitated giving a response, but before he could stop himself, he had to ask,
"If you switched bodies with someone for a day, what would you do?" His Mother paused, a puzzled look on her face before folding up her newspaper and responding.
"Well, I suppose it would depend on who's body I'm switching with."
"Okay... Say they had the same job as you, and uh... They were in the same city as you. The only real differences were your personalities, friends, family, and stuff like that..."
"I'm... Really not sure honey. Why do you ask?" Jungkook froze unsure of how to answer, unexpected words spilling out of his mouth.
"What if you did something in that person's body that then affects their relationships..."
"Honey, what on Earth are you talking about? Is this a story you're writing or something?"
"Uh, yeah... Something like that..." They resumed their silence from before, Jungkook slowly eating his cereal again. His Mother could see that he wasn't entirely happy. His usual casual yet energetic charisma had disappeared. And instead replaced itself with endless staring into a bowl of mostly milk. His mind clearly miles away.
"How'd things go with Taehyung yesterday?" She asked.
Shit. Taehyung came round yesterday.
"Uh... Yeah, good. Great actually."
"Really? Then why'd he leave crying?" Jungkook's head shot up.
"Uh, sad movie."
"Is that why I heard yelling as well?"
"Is it okay if I finish this upstairs? I have a test tomorrow and want to fit in as much studying as I can." He didn't know what happened. It was easier to divert the question altogether. He really needed to call Taehyung.
"You? Studying?" Her eyes were wide with shock, a smile growing on her face. "By all means, go ahead."
"Thanks." He quickly got up, grabbing his bowl, and ran up the stairs, careful not to spill any.

As soon as Jungkook entered his room, he put down the bowl and practically jumped onto his bed. He let his body relax while he pulled out his phone, sighing over what he was going to say. He found Taehyung's contact and stared at it for a while.
"Hey Taehyung, just wanted to say I'm sorry for... Whatever it is I did?" No that sounds like you don't mean it. "Hey, I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. Do you think we can move past it and pretend it never happened?" That's if it's something that can even be moved past. Ugh, this is so stressful.
He tapped the call button waiting for a response. Just go with what comes naturally. The call picked up but no voice could be heard.
"Hyung?" Jungkook spoke. A small sound of confirmation was the only reply he got.
"Mm."
"Are you okay?" He continued.
"Mm."
"Tae. Talk to me... Please."
"Why?" His voice sounded quiet, and almost... Ashamed?
"Because I want to fix this." Whatever this is.
"No. Why did you do it?" Do what? Jungkook widened his eyes, dumbfounded. He couldn't answer because he simply didn't know the answer.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I-"
"That's not an answer." Shit.
"I really didn't want to hurt you Tae..." He was so fucked and he didn't even know why.
"Well you did... What made you change your mind?"
"Change my mind on what?"
"On us." Of course Jimin being in Jungkook's body was going to complicate this. How couldn't it? Jungkook and Taehyung had been... Something, for as long as the two could remember. They had practically grown up side by side. There was a gap where they were apart but when they started going to the same school together they met again and everything just clicked. They became inseparable all over again. So when Jungkook came out as gay to the older boy, and his only response was "Me too." it was inevitable that something would eventually happen between the two. One drunken kiss, that lead to two drunken kisses. Ending up in sober touches and biting of the lips that would never dare to be known by anyone else. It was an unspoken rule between the two that they would kiss and touch and do whatever they wanted with each other, but they would never be in a relationship. Until a week ago when Jungkook confessed.

Jungkook hovered above Taehyung, lips pulling apart from his, and a whispered confession finally came out.
"I think I like you... Tae. Like... Really really like you..."
"I like you too Jungkook."

"No. I mean... I want us to be more than friends. I mean we basically already are but-"
"I want that too."

They were meant to have an in depth conversation about what would happen next with them. Whether they were now officially boyfriends, and if so, who would they tell, if anyone at all? Then Jimin happened. Jimin happened and everything got... Confusing. The last thing that was on Jungkook's mind was his and his best friends potential relationship status. It seemed now that he was confronted with it though.
All thanks to Jimin.
Stupid, straight Jimin.
"Woah woah, no no no no no. Whatever I said, I didn't mean it, Tae. I-"
"No, I get it. We're friends we shouldn't compromise that-" For fuck sake, Jimin.
"No, listen Tae. I... I like you. I really do."
"That's not what you said yesterday."
"Yeah, well I wasn't myself yesterday." Jungkook let out a loud sigh. Part of him wanted to tell Taehyung everything. That, no, you don't understand. It literally wasn't me who said whatever I said. "Can you please come over so we can talk about this properly?" Taehyung hesitated before responding, the silence killing Jungkook slowly.
"Yeah um... Later tonight though. My Mom's not doing so well right now."
"Wait, why? What happened?"
"Just..." A loud sigh came through the phone. "The anniversary is coming up soon."
"Aren't anniversaries meant to be a good thing?" Jungkook let out a chuckle.
"No, the uh... Brother anniversary..."
"Oh." The tone had somehow gotten more tense and upsetting. "I-I'm sorry, I forgot, I-"
"It's fine. I wouldn't expect you to remember. I don't exactly like to bring it up." They sat in silence, Taehyung's breathing still being audible on the end of the phone.
"Okay, just uh... Come over whenever you can, yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"Purple you." Jungkook practically whispered, earning a sad chuckle from Taehyung.
"Purple you too."

Jimin arrived back at home, Father still nowhere in sight, but in his place was Jung Hoseok sat on his couch. He stood up as Jimin shut the door, turning and seeing Hoseok waiting for him.
"How the fuck did you get in?" His tone was harsh, and he clearly wasn't happy to see Hoseok again, the tension still high from the events of earlier.
"Your Dad let me in."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really. I caught him just as he was leaving."
"I'm surprised he came home at all." Jimin grumpily dropped his bag into the floor, shortly folding his arms afterwards. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to say I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well, apology not accepted." He started walking up the stairs, Hoseok calling after him to stop.
"Jimin, please-" He stopped, and turned around, face blank and emotionless yet a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Get out of my house."
"I'm not going to let this fuck up our friendship!"
"Oh, really?!" Jimin stormed back down the stairs, "because I thought you made it pretty clear that I already fucked it up by leading you on."
"Well you were!"
"We have a mutual agreement!" He stepped closer to Hoseok, trying to emphasise his words. "We're close but we don't cross any boundaries! That's how it's always been!"
"Well you were the one who broke those boundaries!"
"Fucking when?!"
"Yesterday, when you kissed me!" Jimin stopped in his tracks.
"I, what?"
"Well... I kissed you, but you kissed back! And you were REALLY into it!" Jimin's anger wasn't settling down any time soon. Despite his desire to yell back, a knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Both boys turned their heads to the door, then back at each other as they non-verbally conveyed confusion, neither knowing who it could be.
"JIMIN, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE." Yeona. Hoseok's confusion stopped but, Jimin's confusion only increased further. Why is Yeona here? And why does she sound so angry? He opened the door and was immediately shoved back by a furious Yeona who began yelling.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT YESTERDAY?!"
"W-what?"
"I TRUSTED YOU, I GAVE YOU MY EVERYTHING AND NOW I FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE FUCKING GAY AND EVEN WORSE YOU'RE LYING ABOUT IT!"
"Woah woah, nononono." He tried to get closer to Yeona, arms stretched out to try and gently grab her shoulders and calm her down. She refused to comply, instead shoving him again, throwing him off his balance. Only then was it that she noticed Hoseok standing in shock, watching the whole event play out.
"What the hell is he still doing here?" She pointed at Hoseok accusingly, and then her eyes travelled down to Jimin's neck. "Oh my God. Are you serious?!" Jimin looked around confused again.
"S-serious about what?"
"Your neck." Jimin's hand went up to his neck, assuming she meant the hickey placed upon it rather than just his neck in general. "We have one fight, and your first instinct is to hook up with him?!"
"Wait, this wasn't you?" Jimin pointed at the hickey as well.
"Don't act dumb! God! I am so SICK of guys LYING TO ME!" She paced around a little, before stopping, looking directly at Jimin, eyes piercing. "You know what?" She angrily took of a ring from her finger, a promise ring given to her by Jimin after a year of dating. Throwing it at Jimin as she spoke. "Lose my number. And never speak to me again. We're fucking done." She turned around, and stormed out, the door, slamming it loudly. Leaving Jimin and Hoseok in silence to think about what the hell just happened.
Jimin had finally realised what had happened.
The hickey wasn't from Yeona.
It was Hoseok.
Jungkook is gay.
And made him kiss his best friend.
Fuck.