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"I hate my life" he sighed as he heard the birds chirping on the other side of the blinds. The latter failing to shroud himself from the potent sun rays.

He fought with the heavy covers as he managed to roll around the sheets to reach for his phone. It was innocently replenishing its battery plugged into the socket beside the nightstand.

'Well at least someone's batteries are recharged' he briefly thought only to groan further.

7:15 am.

Yes the baby star candy laid awake till wee hours not only cause he was a nocturnal bunny whose melatonin levels preferred the peace of night time with no worldly responsibilities, but also because of the ghost of night- insomnia. It's true he never was a morning person. The embrace of stars and moonlight calmed him like the lap of a mother. The former also being the reason he was sensitive to flashes.

No he wasn't acting cutesy whenever he arrived at the airport. Mimicking the blushing monkey emoji. His ocean of eyes was sensitive to any light. Ironically he was creature of spotlight- who thrived at night.

Right now he was toiling to sleep. Trying, being an understatement for the same.

Why he even wanted to sleep? He can just sleep whenever. The hours of the seven days never governed his circadian rhythm anyways.

Well that's because today he had an event. It was not just any other schedule. It was his first solo album fansign.

While the baby star candy held prowess in his charming and coquet abilities when it came to his armys-

'Can you handle me?'

He also got nervous and skittish when it came to meeting the expectations. Not of his fans but of himself. The stakes he set for himself crumbled when struck by even slightest of humane mistake. A true angel he was. Who was hard on himself like a demon.

Perfection was both his flaw and flaunt.

*Ding dong*

No this was not any meme reference but the actual sound of his doorbell which awakened his unsuccessful slumber. He rose up and answered the video conference call.

His manager was here. Familiar of the maknae's antics who had practically grown infront of his experienced eyes, he gave his forever baby boy some time to wash up.

The hair and makeup was done at the fansign venue's green room. After having dolled and hunked up to sevens and not nines. Why? Cause it was the Seven fansign so we'll say he dressed to sevens to impress the heavens. Being an angel himself. Thank you.

More than dressing up. Jungkook had also dressed up with his handsomeness and irresistible aura which brought his armys to knees.

He wasn't a celebrity. He was their friend. Their bro. Their parasocial boyfriend who boyfriended like no other. His humble and simple block boy energy along with bunny like instincts made him extremely adorable. He was human serotonin. He did not have fans he had family. People never met him but felt his love daily.

As he entered the venue giving the reverential 90 degree bow to his family, several times, he teased them by his doe eyes and puffy cheeks. He became surprised like a kid who had just been given a surprise birthday party by his block friends. He was baby star candy. Yes he forgot that sometimes, several times, all the time.

" ARMY saranghae. Thank you so much for coming today. I saw everyone's been waiting since last night, camping outside the venue. I am extremely grateful for all the love and attention you give to me. I love you guys so much. Not a moment goes by without me thinking of you guys. You guys's are my endless thought. You know?" he scrunched his nose and bashfully smiled at his confession of gullible pure love.

Everyone awed. Chanting his name "Jeon Jungkook saranghae!" "JK marry me" "IAN is my bias" he heard them all and curled his metaphorical bun tail of shyness between his delicious thighs.

" Guys am not Ian!" He adorably pouted and everyone awed.

"M-IAN- HAE Kookie! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ"

The entire hall guffawed. It was moments like these he felt their love the most. His family.

"I'll be fvcking you right. Seven days a week" he completed his lovepiece perfectly. Panting sexily with a tongue licking his upper teeth like the typical Korean music show ending fairy.

After the performance he was supposed to sign his fan's albums, hold their hands, wear the cute headbands, hold a heart to heart conversation and make each of their short lived moments memorable. He knew the protocol. At this point it was his second nature. To be honest it was his nature. He craved armys just as they craved him. Gratefulness was his DNA. He doused his passion with the love he got from his friends (fans). And this was how this cycle of love flourished.

That was his today's schedule. A schedule which was his life- to call it the former was being ungrateful according to his angelic soul.

But who knew universe and destiny too had its own schedule.

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"I hate my life" you were getting restless.

Today couldn't go any worse right?

First, you couldn't have a wink of sleep as you were directing your own scenarios of how today's rendezvous with your beloved idol would pan out. He was indeed your idol, you worshipped him. Guess the ghost of night had many victims indeed.

Second, the outfit you had planned for today was a baby pink checked skirt and cute white corset top. The immaculate outfit soon became maculated as you spilled your morning staple- Iced americano over it. The said beverage been served at the venue by the grace of your own beloved angel who had provided his bunnies with the grateful offering to keep them hydrated and rejuvenated by his love. Could he be any more angelic? Yes.

Third, owing to above happenings you were running late. Not fashionably late, but 'I just woke up' late. Late? Or was it fate. Fate wanted you to be late, you sensed.

Fourth, you were going alone. Why? Cause you didn't have any friends thanks to your asocial self. But could you really blame yourself?

In a world where insincerity and insensitivity is the new hot trend and ignorance made you look cool. You considered yourself as an old soul.

Not to say you were a cantankerous b*tch gifted with a RBF. You had an ocean of love for everyone. And while being altruistic meant good for your Karma, people often took unfair advantage of the same and conjectured your kindness as weakness. Hence you made this choice for yourself. A choice which was not a consequence.

It's a Gen-z world. The above harangue may resonate with many. Maybe or maybe not.

Well that's besides the point cause now you just found yourself barging into the fansign hall like a sleep deprived beaver making it's way through the sea of bodyguards and staff, just to find a rare unoccupied aisle spot at the topmost tier.

The same spot from where your angel Jungkook made his ingress and locked hands with many of his friends as he descended downstairs serenading the top lines of his song.

And yes Fifth- you missed that too.

Now the only golden chance with the golden maknae you had was now. Right now. Well to be fair in the next seven minutes it was your turn to meet him and have your album blessed and embossed with the beautiful calligraphic touches of your angel. His autograph.

Your breath was unsteady, hands trembling and palpitations were engulfing your entire self. If they asked you your name, you'd say Jungkook. Cause let's be fair that's all your brain could reminisce in all of the situations. No amount of adrenaline could wash his trace from your brain after all.

" Afo-Bangfo! It was so lovely to meet you. Please go home safely. We'll meet in the live later today! Annyeong!" the angel consoled to the fan right ahead of you.

Now was your chance. Golden chance. The golden meeting.

Jungkook himself had stated in his poem called - Hwanggeum (Gold). He was the golden maknae. And with his beloved friends and the circle he encased himself in, the said gold made everything around him turn gold. The glimmer and iridescence of his goodness exuded a palpable golden warmth. The aura of which was magically irresistible.

"Annyeonghaseyo. Did you enjoy the meal from the truck?." He asked immediately calming your nerves as he interlocked his large tatted hands with yours.

The golden warmth you could feel it. The golden glimmer in the honey pools of his eyes saw through your soul. The warmth blanketing you as if encouraging you to undress all your inhibitions and bask free in this golden bliss which he provided you.

Getting nothing as an answer, he understood you're starstruck, too nervous to speak. He's been here before so he was well aware what would calm you.

" Am I that intimidating? Hehe you're my friend please treat me like one." He gripped your hands and heart tighter with his love and its warmth.

" Y-es. It's just that I love you- so much I feel like, like it's a dream" you tried to hold back the elixir of emotions that was threatening to fall as pearls-from the pools of your eyes. It was too overwhelming. The damn could open anytime now.

"Aw. Don't worry. You're safe here. I love you too. It's cause of your love am able to do what I do everyday. So thank you."

"Oh am so sorry I brought this for you since I knew you hate flashes and keep the lighting in your room dim for the same" you cheered meeting his doe eyes.

You handed him a cute bunny lamp which could change colours and projected stars on the ceiling. Just the way he liked it. It was in fact also a bluetooth speaker with a cute carrot mic for his Karaoke nights. You knew him well. This was a simple and personally the best you could afford for him.

" Dayum. This is so pretty. I love this so much. Thank you. I'll surely use it in the live today. Please be there" he winked and pouted staring at you.

Not gonna lie he too, felt this enigmatic pull towards you. He did this daily. Yet being a man who always followed his guts more than brain he couldn't let his intuition just down his gullet where it resided.

"What's your lovely name? Sweetheart"

Sweetheart!

Did he just call you that?!

"Jeon Jungkook"

Girl we know it. That he's always walking in your head. But now seriously? Embarrassment is a word.

"Yes my bunny?" He played with his lip rings pulling his coquet out from his boyfriend pocket. He knew you were flustered and he found this adorable. Unnaturally so. He was still interlocking your one hand while the other held the Cooky pen to sign.

" Hun I know am Jungkook. Am asking for your lovely name. So I can sign your album if you don't mind? Mmh?"

" Oh am so sorry. YN it is"

" Mmm YN, cute name for even a cuter person" he showed his bunny smile scrunching his nose. He was feeling bashful around you. This never happened. He was an adept. Daringly charming to say so. But here you were doing nothing yet making his abs tense.

" Time's up! Please move forward"

" See you again YN. It was a pleasure meeting you" he signed your album writing his own personal message for you.

He raised his hand to high five you one last time before you left. Which you returned gladly.

As the soft of your innisfree hand cream coated hand met with the tatted phalanges of his. The mystical golden pull returned. This time much profound than before. You know the feeling you get when you put one of those play magnets in one hand and try to bring your hands magically closer? That's what it felt like.

As you tried to pull away an electric sensation close to putting wet fingers on a light switch surged through your arms.

And then it was gone.

What was that? Did he feel it too? Stop it YN you just going crazy. It's the overdose of Iced americano and sleep deprivation making you experience hallucinations.

Sleep. Dozing off. Experiencing death without unaliving yourself. That's was your first agenda after your long bus ride to home.

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" Guys you gotta put Kimchi and seaweed flakes to experience the kick. That's Dayum! "

You adjusted your fluffy headband as you applied your overnight lip mask.

3:00 am

Typical time for your angel to come live. He even set alarms for this live. After asking for your ( and everyone else's) permission to ditch his diet and eat Makguksu at midnight Jungkook was here holding the 'Jung-cooking show' - as many messages in the chat read after today's schedule.

" oh Jungkookie you're so cute. But not gonna lie in person too you're like an angel. Oh I can't wait to meet you again love." You fangirled watching him make pouty faces and banging his head against the kitchen counter as he savoured each bite of his self curated cuisine.

" Guys look at me am so tired huh? Am gonna go sleep. I slept for 1 hour yesterday so now am awfully tired I might pass out. Oh I forgot to shower. Does anyone want to shower me? Hehe. Kidding Bye guys. Have a good day. And always be happy. We gotta work to be happy okay? Bye"

" work to be happy? Kookie what if you don't know what work you should do to be happy" you sighed. The feeling of post fansign depression engulfing you.

But you too were deliriously tired. So before your head hit the pillow, you drooled your way to dreamland. Holding your phone in one hand with JK as your lock screen staring right back at you as you fell asleep.

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7: 00 am

You turned the alarm off. It was Saturday meaning you could open late. Then why the heck your alarm was still ringing?

Also Baby cries? This was never your alarm tone. You rubbed your eyes as you beheld the wall in front of you.

No JK posters? No Cooky plushie beside you? Wait Black covers? And Black tshirt? Where were you now? Also why does your head feel lighter.

The metallic taste in your mouth awakened you further. You rubbed your eyes and proceeded to search for your phone. Did you perhaps get drunk with your cafe colleagues yesterday or what? Wait you never drank! What the fuck is happening! Are you hallucinating?

God YN now you're crazy too. Seeing and feeling things. As you got up it dawned upon you- you're in an capacious apartment with view of Hangang beside it? What? You're lucid dreaming for sure.

Your reverie soon broke as a chocolate colored Dobermann pounced upon you and gave you a morning facial routine lapping you up with his love.

The said creature seemed to be familiar too.

"Wait BA-AM? How? What? When? Whoa-" you suddenly rushed to washroom to wash the delusion out of your eyes.

You were flummoxed. Flabbergasted. Aghast. Blood washed off your face as you beheld yourself in the mirror.

"Jeon Jungkook."

And no it was not your adrenaline speaking. It was real. You had turned to the Jeon Jungkook.

Your heart sank. Your legs lost their strength. You ran your newly ( well for you. You had no tattoos!) inked arm through your scarce hair you now had contrary to the cascading long hair. Your heart was in your mouth.

Did universe play a cruel joke on you?

Samsung ringtone blasted from the room as Bam wagged his tail towards you perhaps sensing your agony. Poor creature tried to commiserate his daddy. Or mommy?

You went up to pick up the phone which displayed your number on it.

Wow now you're dreaming to the extent that you're calling yourself.

Now what'll happen? Jungkook will say hello to you saying he's turned to you?. Is this a fantasy Kdrama or what?.

You slided 'accept' with trembling hands.

" Hell-o who- who is th-is?"

"YN I think we have switched souls. We gotta meet and figure this shit out"

They say nowadays- Delulu is the solulu.

But what if your soul has to be switched to live that delulu?

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Okay this idea has been sitting over my headspace since long! So I gave it a shot. Lemme know what you think and what you expect from this switch. Thank you for reading ☺️💜🎀. And don't forget- I love you 😉.

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