not my body | park jongseong

on the count of three

y/n pov

that was one of the best sleep i've had in ages!

i check the time on the phone and see that it's 11:13 am.

not bad, i should probably do something... but what?

right then, the phone rings telling me jay is calling.

"hello?" i ask disinterestedly, still a bit upset about yesterday.

"i'm gonna come over. my mom is still out, right?" he says almost a little too fast for my woken up state.

"wait, what?" i ask in confusion.

"i'm coming over so i'm gonna need you to open the front door for me" he says curtly.

"... alright" i give in, too tired to refuse.

he hangs up.

rude...

groaning, i step out of bed and stretch.

i go to brush my teeth and wash my face quickly before rummaging through his closet in order to look decent.

his clothes look expensive... i don't think i could ever afford these.

when i get back in my body, i'm definitely gonna get a harsh reality check.

getting down to the kitchen i get myself a drink as i wait for jay to arrive.

not long after, there are three hard knocks at the front door. i get up from the couch and open the door.

"you should've at least left it unlocked" he fusses.

was i always that short?

"i was right here so no need" i reply and follow him around. "so, what are we doing?" i ask him.

"i need to inspect my room for a bit, maybe i'll get some clues" he answers as we make our way to his room.

that's weird. he's less bossy today for some reason.

"did something happen earlier?" i ask curiously.

"...no" he replies after a bit and rummages around his room.

"i've already looked through here and didn't see anything in particular" i say to him as i lean against the door frame watching him.

"ugh..." he sighs and plops himself on the floor. "why is your body so weak?" he complains, catching his breath in the process.

"i don't know" i chuckle awkwardly since there wasn't anything to really laugh at.

"do you think we need to find a psychic or something?" he asks mindlessly, just staring at the ceiling as he now lays on the floor.

"they actually exist?" i think about it.

it's a valid question.

"the guys said they wanted to hang out tomorrow. let me see my phone" he sits back up and extends his hand out.

"sure" i reply quickly and take it out of my pocket. "do i have to go too?" i ask just to make sure.

"unfortunately, yes" okay, i'm gonna pretend that didn't hurt. "it would be weird if it's me instead of you, so the both of us will do" he explains.

"alright" i swallow my pride, not wanting to argue further.

is he really gonna pretend nothing happened yesterday?

jerk.

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sundays have never felt so dreading...