My sunshine

)chapter 2(

Jimin's head was pounding. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the couch. He felt a little weird for some reason, but that could be because he stayed up late. He walked to the bathroom and finally opened his eyes when he turned on the light...

   "AHH!" Jimin did  a quick 180 because he thought someone was behind him. But no one was there. The boy looked at 'himself' in the mirror and realized that wasn't him. Jimin fell in a state of panic as he rushed out of the bathroom and tried to find his phone.

   It wasn't his apartment! Nor his phone! His clothes! His hair! It was someone else's? Once he did find the phone, he couldn't get onto it. Of course, there was a password. 

     "Dammit...this is bad!"

   Jimin resorted to his instinct and sunk to the floor. He was so frustrated that he had no clue where he was or why he was in someone else's body......but nor did Jungkook.

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    Jungkook woke up hazily and checked his phone like he always does in the morning. His eyes were still dilating so he didn't think much of what he saw as the background. Once he realized that this phone he found wasn't his,  Jungkook whipped his head around and realized he too wasn't in his apartment.

  "What the hell..." he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Jk was shorter and with blond hair. He also wasn't wearing the clothes he had on from last night either. Jk let out the biggest gasp. "Why in the hell?!" Jungkook was in Jimin's body and Jimin was in Jk's.

   The two were in distress having no clue where they were or who to call. They had nowhere to go or how all of this happened. Gosh they didn't even know the person they switched bodies with.

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   "Hey Jimin, are you up! We need to go to class!" Hoseok was pounding on Jimin's door. Jk was confused on who it was but went to open the door anyway.

   "Jimin did you just wake up or something. Get dressed geez we have a class and then practice come on!"  Jk watched as this peppy man dressed in bright colors barged into the door. Jk thought Hoseok kind of looked like a glow stick. For some reason the strange man began to clean and bicker at the same time.

   Eventually Hoseok turned around and gave him a strange look. "What are you doing just standing there? Go get dressed."

   Jk fiddled with his fingers, "What practice." Hoseok questioned Jk's sanity. Jimin never forgets about ballet practice nor college classes, usually he's on top of it all. The only problem is Jimin wasn't Jimin, he was Jungkook. But how would Hoseok know that? 

   Suddenly the neon green pant boy pushed Jk to  Jimin's room in a flash. "Come on. come on. Your lucky class doesn't start till 10 o'clock!" Hoseok then shut the door after Jk was in the room and yelled, "I'll be in the car! It's 9 right now so hurry!"

  Jk waited for Hoseok to walk out of the apartment to panic. He let out a small scream, got freaked out of his new high-pitched voice, and almost began to pull out Jimin's hair. Once he calmed down, kind of, Jk examined the room he was in.

  There was a light blue comforter on the bed in the corner, which had many pillows and a white blanket. The white nightstand had 2 books, a lamp, a charger, and a water bottle, empty. At the end of the bed there was a chest with a gym bag, book bag, and a pair of ballet shoes. A crossed of Jimin's bed sat a white dresser and a mirror beside it. There were many items on top of the dresser even Jk couldn't name them all. The walls were a dark grey matching with the grey fuzzy carpet on the brown wooden floor. Fairy lights hung around the bed frame and a house plant in the window. Jk felt comfortable but weird at the same time. The bedroom was a little too light for him, but he shook it off and headed to the dresser.

Jk became frustrated in less than 5 minutes, why were all the clothes so light! There were only a few traces of black and white. "There is literally nothing to wear!" Jk had no clue what classes he was even taking or what practice he was even going to.

Jk whined, "Why is this happening to me again!?"

   He walked out of the apartment with a large orange shirt and black pants. He had some slides he found on, and the book-bag he saw placed on the chest. He walked to the elevator, through the lobby, and out to the bucket hatted man standing by a car.

  "Wow...you will definitely have to change before practice." As Hoseok got into the driver's seat  Jk got into the passenger seat curious.

  "What practice is it again?" Hoseok did a double take on him and sighed. "Are you sick or something Jimin?" Jk shrunk into his seat wondering what to do. He was in a stranger's car, with no clue where he was going...

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  Jimin was still in the same spot when he heard a knock fall upon the door. He wiped the small tears he shed and walked over. Maybe it was Hoseok, maybe he found out what happened and came to rescue Jimin from this nightmare. Before opening the door Jimin's mind trailed to a thought. If he was in someone's body, would that someone be in his? Jimin shook it off and opened the door waiting for Hoseok to be there.

Instead Jimin was greeted by a 5'9 man with silver hair. He wore a green bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, a white shirt, and black slip-on shoes. The stranger had a disgusted look on his face, but Jimin couldn't tell if he was really disgusted.

  "Why are you in the same outfit from yesterday...did you sleep on the couch again!" The silver locks boy strutted into the apartment and Jimin just stood there. Confused.

  "What are you not going to class today."  Jimin shifted his weight between  his feet, the new body is weird to adjust too, it was more built and taller than Jimin's own. 

   "Classes..." Jimin was siked by his now deep voice as Yoongi turned to face him. "We have two...you know what! You're going whether you like it or not." For some reason Jimin was a little scared of this person. Even though Jimin was in a body that could beat the silvered haired man, Jimin's personality was like a kitten...

Jimin walked slowly toward some hallway he saw, "Right...let me get ready then um...Ya." Clearly Jimin had no clue what this stranger's name was, so he just shuffled toward the hallway.

  "I'll see you downstairs. I'll be in the car with Lia, don't take long." The stranger left not long after Jimin found the room.

  he was amazed at the room he saw before him. It was probably the same grey on the walls as his own. The bed had a red comforter with red and white pillows, then a black blanket was rolled up on it. A black dresser sat at the other corner of the room across from the bed with a guitar beside it. Black wooden shelves hung zig zagged above the dresser with books, figures, and boxes of something. The mirror was located behind the door and a shoe rack beside the entrance. Records hung above the bed, (there were about 20 of them). Jimin was feeling a little edgy but strutted to the dresser to find something to wear.

   "Why is all  of this.... grunge." Jimin dug through the clothes for over 10 minutes and finally found something. He walked out of the apartment with an over-sized plaid shirt, black skinny jeans, and black sandals. Jimin grabbed the bag he guessed was this person's book bag and made his way to the other stranger. 

  Before finding the right car, Jimin at least whipped his head side to side a few times. He hazily got into the car with the silvered haired boy and a brown-haired woman. Jimin had no clue who these people were but at least the car ride to wherever he was being taken too was silent.