Freaky Friday

6b |The nightmare

Jungkook was exhausted. He had spent the entire day cooped up on an airplane flying from LAX to Incheon international.

On his journey he had quickly discovered that he could still understand, and speak Korean, which was a huge relief. It had only been a few days but Jungkook felt like he was already losing himself in this American body.
He was getting used to seeing the woman in the mirror. He found himself craving certain foods that he knew he had never tasted.

Wtf is a pop tart? He had no idea, but once his stomach started growling, the toasted treat was all he could think about.

He found his thoughts wandering in strange directions like, Did I remember to do my English assignment? Schedule next semesters classes?

Classes? I'm not in school! I'm an international heartthrob! A pop star! I'm Jungkook!

It's like his thoughts were no longer his own. Things were getting scary. Jungkook worried that the longer he stays in this body the less he'll remember who he truly is.
I have to find a way to switch back!

After leaving the airport, Jungkook went to his favorite cafe. He needed time to think. He spent half the plane ride sleeping and the other half devising a plan on how to get his consciousness back into the correct body. His plan was insane but he knew he had no other options.
His plan put him on edge. He knew there was a significant chance it could end in disaster. It was giving him serious anxiety just thinking about it.

Coming to the café calmed him down.
He hadn't been there in a few years because fans had began to hang out there in hopes of seeing him.
He bought a light snack and in his favorite spot. A single person table in the corner next to a tall window. With the sun rays beaming down on him, Jungkook almost felt at peace...that is until he heard the giggling.

"...it's bigger than I ever thought!"
"Look at the little mole on his butt! Sooo cute!"
"Ugh, this girl is so lucky! I would give anything to sleep with Jungkook!"

The hairs on the back of Jungkook's neck shot up.
The giggling girls were talking about intimate parts of his body! Parts the public had never seen before...

No!!!!

Immediately Jungkook unlocked his phone.
He didn't even have to search his name. It was all over his Twitter timeline.
Everyone, from Germany to Japan was talking about it. Women and men of all ages, many were not even BTS fans.
Everyone was talking about the naked photos.

Naked photos...of him
Naked VIDEOS of him.
Photos of his home, inside and out
All available for the world to see. Everything that was sacred, everything that was once private...gone.

And that wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part was that he knew exactly who had taken the photos. He saw her reflection in the mirrors of his bedroom. The woman of his nightmares.
The pink haired girl.