Oops! I'm Jeon Jungkook

1 | surprise shawty

Jungkook stirred awake to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through his bedroom curtains. He stretched, feeling the familiar comfort of his sheets, but there was something to motivate him waking up faster. The thought of having his regular ice-cold banana milk.

So, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded into the kitchen. There, he found Taehyung, his hyung happily sipping away at Jungkook's beloved drink.

 "Hyung! What are you doing?" Jungkook exclaimed, half-laughing, half-fuming. "That's mine!"

Taehyung flashed a cheeky grin, the kind that could make anyone forget their annoyance. "It was calling to me! Besides, you were asleep. It's only fair that I drink it myself."

"Idiot, give it back now!" Jungkook moved forward, lunging for the glass. Taehyung, quickly pulled it out of reach, holding it high above his head.

They began a fighting, each trying to succesfully outmaneuver the other. Immediately smacking down the fruit basket from the counter, resulting in a loud bang.  

"Okay, okay enough for today ladies, calm down" a very sleepy Yoongi went thru the kitchen door, slapping their head gently indicating them to stop right away.  "We have practise at 10, and don't forget to show up for dinner in time, tonight's chef is Jin" 

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After all the exhausting work in the studio, the dimly lit dining room was filled with the familiar warmth of laughter as the members gathered around the long table for dinner. The smell of spicy kimchi stew and fragrant rice wafted through the air, enticing everyone to dig in. Jungkook, sitting at the end of the table, couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments—little pockets of joy amidst their hectic schedules.

"Who knew you could actually cook, Hyung?" Jungkook teased as he landed a generous portion of stew into his bowl, eyeing Jin with a playful grin.

"More like a disaster," Jimin chimed in, stifling a laugh as he reached for the rice. "Remember last time? You almost set the kitchen on fire!"

The table bursted into laughter, and even Jin had to chuckle, shaking his head as he playfully swatted at Jimin.

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily from topic to topic. Jungkook leaned back in his chair, listening and soaking in the joy of his hyungs' laughter, feeling completely at ease.

"Hey, Jungkook, are you going to finish that?" Namjoon pointed to the last piece of fried chicken on Jungkook's plate, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "You want to challenge me for it?"

"Absolutely!" Namjoon shot back, leaning forward with a competitive gleam in his eye.

The two quickly fell into a playful banter, with Jungkook defending his plate and Namjoon making exaggerated attempts to swipe the chicken to his.

Namjoon won. Of course.

But half an hour later,  as the clock ticked closer to midnight, the energy in the room began to mellow. They settled down, cleaning up their mess of plates and food. 

Saying the last good nights, Jungkook's last thoughts before drifting to sleep was his grief for his banana drink and chicken. 

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He awoke the next morning, feeling oddly disoriented. The sun streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a bright glow that felt almost too warm. Jungkook blinked, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep, but something felt... off.

As he sat up, he immediately noticed a few differences. First, the bed was far too small with pastel sheets covered in cute cartoon characters. He glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar posters of hot actors and fashion models plastered on the walls. This was not his room.

"What the...?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

The moment he swung his legs over the side of the bed, a shock jolted through him. He was wearing a nightgown—frilly and undeniably feminine. Panicking, he looked down and gasped. Where were his muscles? His familiar build was replaced by soft curves and delicate limbs.

"No, no, no! This can't be happening!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The sudden movement made him wobble slightly; he had to steady himself against the desk.

With a sense of disbelief, Jungkook run to the full-length mirror in the corner. He approached cautiously, heart racing, and finally faced the reflection of a girl with long, wavy hair and wide, startled eyes. "This is a prank, right?" he said to the mirror, half-hoping it would answer back.

He reached up to touch his face, feeling the smoothness of the skin, the softness of his features. "What's going on?" He tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out in a higher pitch that made him cringe. "I sound like a... a girl!"

As he turned to admire his new outfit in the mirror, he caught a glimpse of a bookshelf filled with novels and study materials. "What is this—Introduction to Psychology?"

Anxiety started to slowly creep up his neck, speeding up his breaths. What was he going to do now? 

Just then, he heard a knock at the door, sending his heart racing. "Seo-yeon! Are you awake? You're going to be late for class!" a voice called from the other side.

"Who is Seo-yeon?" he muttered under his breath. Jeongguk pinched himself hard on the face, wincing when it actually hurt, and then it hit him.

He started screaming.

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