Naya's utterly ridiculous promise led to this.
You're sitting on the couch, hugging your knees, head buried between them, puffy eyed and red nosed. Naya sat beside you, her open palm on your back as the rest of the boys sat on the couch across you, passing you skeptical and judgemental looks.
Seven in the evening, here you are, in the BTS frat house, as you jokingly called it, about to disclose everything to them.
"Guys... The both of you have been acting kind of weird lately. Taehyung, you're not calling us hyung frequently anymore. Jimin, you're way too cheerful nowadays. The both of you spend almost all the time together or alone in your rooms. And...what happened just now. Care to explain?" Namjoon started the conversation. You heard Naya sigh beside you.
"Look... It's going to sound crazy but... It is the truth and I-"
"Can you just cut to the chase?" You urged Naya.
"Alright." She took a deep breath.
"We're not Jimin and V." She said, making the room buzz with all kinds of reactions, explaining to them would take too long.
"What do you mean? Please be more elaborate." Jin spoke, looking petrified.
"What more is there to elaborate?" You scoffed.
"Y/N, calm down." Naya patted your shoulder as you shook her hand off. You were in no mood to be touched.
"I'm Choi Naya. She's Lee Y/N." Naya spoke.
None of the boys said anything, assuming it'd be a joke.
"We're sophomores at the Seoul National College of Arts. I know I'm gonna sound stupid but, we kinda wished to live as idols because we hated our lives and we ended up getting switched into these guys' bodies. And also erm.....They're trapped in us." Naya explained.
"Naya, they aren't gonna believe us, look at their faces." You scoffed, very irritated at the situation at hand.
"Y/N, there's no other way." She said firmly. As much of a crackhead Naya is, she can be responsible when the time comes. And so, she began to explain in detail.
"So... You're telling me that... You guys are here and V and Jimin are inside you?" Namjoon summarized after a lot of explaining and Naya nodded.
"This is messed up." Jin laughed in disbelief.
"Prove it." Yoongi said.
"You want proof, buddy? Alright, I'll give you proof. Jungkook, you caught me rapping the other day. RM, you said my English had improved a lot and that I sounded American. J-Hope, you saw me dancing ballet. Jin, you saw the big meal I had made. I'm sure your TaeTae can't do all that from what Naya told me." You said at lightning fast speed. You just wanted this to be done with and run off to the safety of your loneliness.
All of them seemed deep in thought.
"As crazy as this all is... I've got no other choice but to believe you." Namjoon laughed dryly.
"I agree..." Yoongi added. Eventually, everyone except Jungkook had started believing the both of you. He was just too shook by the unlikely news.
"But Taehy- Y/N... Why did you snap in the green room?" Hoseok asked, eyes showing worry. You laughed in response. A painful laugh, making him furrow his brows.
"Well, you can't expect me to sit still when you're talking shit about my dead father." You said vehemently, voice thick with the tears you were controlling. You did not want to cry in front of them. You did not want to fend yourself as someone weak.
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Trapped | KTH
Fanfic••• "You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally. "You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips. "I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
