Trapped | KTH

1| What The Fuck?!

The throbbing pain in your head awoke you from your slumber. You groaned as you sat up straight on the bed, not bothering to open your eyes.

Yep, you definitely shouldn't have drunk that much last night.

Clutching your head hard, you got down from your bed, the cold wooden floor intensifying your pain. The room smelled kind of different. You cracked open your eyes very slightly as you look around the very luxurious room you were in.

At this point, you just hoped that a random stranger didn't take you home last night. You had had enough of that shit. Your eyes caught a door and you stepped into it to find it to be a bathroom.

You walked up to the mirror, still half sleepy and washed your face at the sink. As you raised your head and looked up, your drowsiness vanished instantly.

You found yourself staring at a very familiar, beautiful face. You shook your head multiple times, trying to make sure you weren't hallucinating.

You slowly raised your hand up to your face.

"What the fuck?!"
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Taehyung grunted in pain as a piercing, shrill sound disturbed his sleep. He sat up on the bed as he reached over to the night stand, turning off the alarm.

He checked the time to be just 4 AM. He groaned in pain as he got up, his eyes closed and walked to his bathroom, the usual path. Only, there was an obstacle.

He bumped into something hard. Letting out a soft yelp, he opened his eyes as he rubbed his head.

He panicked. He frantically looked around to see that he wasn't in his room. He found two girls sleeping on the bunk bed. The place looked like a dormitory. The room had BTS's posters all over it.

Heck, was he that drunk as to end up getting picked up by some girls who were his fans?

He rushed into a door, assuming it was the bathroom. He halted in front of the mirror.

His eyes shot open as he found himself staring at the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

Except... The face wasn't his.

"What the fuck?!"
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You let out a loud shriek as you looked at the mirror.

What the hell were you doing in BTS's V's body?!

You just thought it was all a crazy dream. You pressed your pointer fingers to the sides of your head, making you focus as you paced around the bathroom, chanting that you could wake up anytime now.

"Hyung? Are you okay? I heard some screaming." You heard a familiar muffled voice from outside the door. You gulped before answering.

"I-I'm fine." It felt weird to hear another voice coming out of your larynx.

"Okay." Jungkook mumbled. You heard the door close, assuming he left.

"Shit shit shit! What in the world?! I must be crazy! How much did I drink last night anyways?" You started cussing.

It was real. You were in V's body.

Memories from last night flooded your mind.

You knew why you were here too.

And, you were going to make use of this opportunity.
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Lee Y/N. That is your name.

You were gorgeous. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

Any man would shiver under your gaze. Any man would kill to pleasure you for a night. Any girl would give anything to be you.

But, though you were a beauty, you were a heartbreaker.