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"Tattoos"

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-edited 2026-

Chapter Twenty

"Tattoos"

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(3 months ago)

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw set tight. "How could this happen?" he demanded, eyes fixed on his boss. He studied the man carefully, still struggling to accept the impossible truth—that Jeon Jungkook's soul had been displaced, swapped with a complete stranger.

His gaze slid toward the stranger now inhabiting Jungkook's body.

"You think I know what's happening?" Jungkook shot back, frustration snapping through his voice as he slammed his palm against the table. The sound echoed sharply through the room. His boss now lived inside another man's body, but Yoongi refused to acknowledge that illusion. Names mattered. Truth mattered.

"Maybe I can just go back to my lover," Taehyung said suddenly. He rolled up his sleeves—and froze.

Ink bloomed across his arms. Dense. Intricate. Violent in places.

"What the fuck," he muttered. "Are you a gangster?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, unimpressed, while Jungkook clicked his tongue sharply, irritation flaring. "That's not the concern right now. And what do you mean go back to your lover?" His eyes darkened. "Are you stupid? You're in my fucking body. I own the Jeon Company. Do you have any idea what would happen if you walked around like nothing's wrong? You'd be dead within a week."

Taehyung stared at him, incredulous. "Then what do you expect me to do? Pretend everything's fine? Act like I didn't wake up in someone else's skin?" His voice cracked with regret. "I shouldn't have broken up with Jimin that day."

"I thought you said she was still your lover," Jungkook scoffed, lips curling.

Taehyung's expression hardened instantly. "My lover is a he, you dimwit. Don't assume people's gender orientation."

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully, then glanced at Yoongi, who raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. "So now I'm the one expected to pretend I'm in love with a guy." He laughed—low, incredulous—and Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle beside him.

The sound snapped something inside Taehyung.

Without warning, he lunged.

His fist connected with Jungkook's face in a brutal arc. The impact echoed—flesh against bone. Jungkook hit the floor hard, the thud rattling the room. His vision swam, ears ringing violently. He knew his body well—years of workouts, boxing sessions, disciplined training. He knew exactly how much damage it could do.

And now he'd felt it turned against him.

He groaned, opening his mouth carefully, testing his jaw.

Taehyung stared at his own clenched fist, stunned. Jungkook's body was stronger than he expected. Veins bulged along his forearm, muscles coiled tight beneath tattooed skin.

The click of metal broke the moment. Yoongi had drawn his gun.

The barrel was steady. Unwavering. Pointed directly at Taehyung.

"What the hell, Yoongi?!" Jungkook barked as he pushed himself upright. "That's my body! If you shoot him, you shoot me!"

Yoongi didn't even flinch. He clicked his tongue, annoyance flashing across his face. "What's important to you, Kim Taehyung?" he asked calmly. "Who do you cherish the most?"