⁺◦ 𝔥𝔬𝔱 | 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 .

↳ 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 .

↳ hoshi's pov .

i've experienced my fair share of abnormal experiences throughout my lifetime, but this is by far the weirdest. the first thing that falls into view when i open my eyes are a white pair of ice skates.

"maybe the skates belong to a member. maybe my eyes are playing a joke on me, my body's way of punishing me for drinking too much last night." i try to assuage the anxiety that's starting to attack my peace of mind.

my eyes peruse the room that i'm in, taking in a soft hue of pink curtains and bows that are arrayed around the room. i don't remember redecorating the dorm room, but maybe i did last night. i can be quite productive when i'm drunk, so i don't rule the possibility out.

it's only when i sit up and swing my legs out of the bed that i realize that something seriously unnatural happened to me in the past twelve hours. without warning, my hair cascades down. it falls freely until it kisses my elbows.

"what the-" i stop myself from swearing, as i run my hands through my lengthy curls. a weird sensation comes from my fingers, then i pull my hands out of my hair to examine them.

i startle once i see that my hands are freshly manicured and the nails don't seem to be my own.

what the hell happened last night?

i try to recap everything that i did last night in my mind, but my memory fizzles out at some point. i remember going to a club, ordering drinks, and dancing for a little while. i remember—

a knock at the door, despite how polite it sounds, almost makes me jump out of my skin.

"it's me, (y/n)." a voice that i assume belongs to a man dances into the room from outside the door.

"did the voice just call me by another name?" i silently wonder to myself.

i press my mouth into a thin line, push my hand against it for extra measure, so that i don't make a single sound. it's bad enough that i'm stuck in a stranger's house, but now there's another stranger who lives here? another stranger who might want to cause me harm.

"listen, i just wanted to check on you after what happened last night." the stranger tries again, doing the best they can to speak kindly.

my hand pops off of my mouth, then i move my mouth to form words.

"what happened last night?" i feign cluelessness, but i'm not sure that i sound very believable to this stranger.

chuckling at my question is definitely not how i assumed the stranger would react, but here we are.

"well, where do you want me to start?" the stranger asks after gathering their composure.

"from the beginning. i want you to start from the beginning and not leave out a single detail."

i'm up, heading for the door to press my ear against it. the stranger stops me short once they tell me something that i didn't want or need to hear. "i would, but you have practice in an hour."

"what kind of practice are we talking about?" i try to hide the annoyance in my voice, but i can't.

"ice skating, (y/n)." the stranger seems to mock me, almost as if it's common knowledge that i'm an ice skater. "i know that you hit your head last night, but are you sure that you're fine?"

"did i hit my head last night?! why can't i remember that?"

"i hit my head last night?" i mumble under my breath, low enough that the stranger doesn't hear me. then, i tell them exactly what they want to hear. "yeah, i'm great. i'm amazing, actually. i'l be ready to go in twenty minutes."

"okay, your boyfriend's going to take you to practice. you should probably call him, by the way. he was worried about you." the stranger says before stalking off.

i rest my head against the door and nearly scream until my voice breaks, but i talk myself down— from the scream, at least. i guess i have another person that i have to deceive.

something that's absolutely unfathomable happened last night, because i am not myself. apparently, i'm (y/n). now, i'm going to have to put on a convincing show until i figure out how to set things right again.