𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter IV

I'm having a full blown panic attack. I woke up in someone elses body, the one in my body is too calm for my liking and i want to snap at him because it feels like he did this even if it seems impossible.

I want to go back to my body. I dont like having ...his stupid height, his stupid hair, or the fact that everyone keeps staring at me like I'm some untouchable god. This isn't my life, and I hate it. My hands are shaking as I try to steady my breathing, but it's no use.

"Hey, can you stop pacing like that? You're making me dizzy," he—no, I—say, leaning casually against the desk like this is just another day.

I snap my head toward him. "Are you seriously this calm? I woke up in your body! My life is a mess right now, and you're standing there like it's no big deal!"

He raises a brow, smirking slightly. "What's panicking going to do? Magic us back to normal? Relax, it's probably temporary. Maybe you just need to chill a little."

"Chill?" My voice rises, my heart racing even faster. "You want me to chill when I'm stuck in this... this mess of a body?" I gesture wildly, feeling his stupid long arms flail awkwardly.

"Mess?" he repeats, clearly offended. "You should be honored to walk in my shoes—literally. I'm practically perfect."

I groan, running a hand through his stupid white hair. "Perfect? This is a nightmare! And what about my body? What if you ruin everything? What if—what if you do something that—"

"Relax," he cuts in, smirking wider. "I'm not going to mess up your life. It's not like there's much to ruin anyway."

His words hit a nerve, and I feel my blood boil. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

He shrugs, feigning innocence. "Nothing. Just saying you stress too much. Maybe this will be good for you—lighten up a little."

I stare at him, disbelief mixing with panic. "Lighten up? Oh, you're unbelievable. You better pray we figure this out soon, because if I'm stuck like this—"

"You'll what?" he interrupts, tilting my head—his head—with that same annoying grin. "Yell at yourself in the mirror? Punch yourself? Relax, Y/n. I've got it handled."

I let out a frustrated growl, spinning away from him. My fists clench at my sides. I hate how calm he is, how unaffected. My chest feels tight again, and I try to focus on breathing, but nothing's working.

I slam my hands on the desk. "I want my body back. Now."

He crosses his arms, looking at me like I'm being dramatic. "Yeah? Well, me too. So unless you've got some magic spell, we're stuck until we figure this out."

His calm tone only makes me want to scream more. Instead, I bite my lip, forcing myself to keep it together. I can't lose it now. One way or another, I have to fix this.

"You did this," I snap, stomping up to him—no, myself. It's so disorienting having to look down to yell at my own face. "And fix my damn hair!"

I reach out, brushing at my bangs—my bangs—because he clearly doesn't care how messy they are. "Do you know how much effort I put into looking decent every morning?"

He raises an eyebrow, his—my—lips twitching into a smirk. "You're seriously worried about your hair right now? We've swapped bodies, and that's your big concern?"

"Yes!" I yell, straightening the strands and stepping back. "Because it's my hair, and I don't trust you not to ruin it!"

He lets out a low laugh—my laugh, and it's unnervingly smug. "You know, seeing you freak out like this? From the outside? It's kind of funny."