cold · intelligent · body swap · high school · k-pop idol · musician · stoic · romance · supernatural · secret identity
Harsh morning light sliced through gaps in the blinds, stabbing at my eyes. I pushed myself up, my head pounding in rhythm with my rising panic. Everything about the room felt off—the scale, the scent, the weight of the blankets. I staggered to the full-length mirror. A stranger looked back. My hands—broad, strong, veined—came up to touch a face that was all sharp angles and rough stubble. This wasn't me. A buzz from the nightstand cut through the silence. The phone screen glowed, a message from Taehyung waiting: 'Hey Jungkook, bro! Meet in the cafeteria today?' My throat tightened. Jungkook. Who was Jungkook?