Oops! I'm Jeon Jungkook

3 | Holy shit, what now

Seo-yeon's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was the unfamiliar ceiling. She blinked several times, trying to orient herself. The light filtering in through the blinds was soft, and the room smelled faintly of cologne and... something sweet, like the scent of a leather jacket. Her body felt heavy, and as she stretched, her fingers grazed a smooth, unfamiliar texture. The sheets were thick, the bed larger than what she was used to. Looking around, she saw sleek furniture, a collection of shoes carefully arranged by the door, and a gaming console, with a plasma TV and an PS5 in the room. She was definitely not in her home anymore.

Seo-yeon sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. Something was wrong. This wasn't her bed, and the room wasn't hers either. The more she looked around, the more it dawned on her. She froze, and her stomach dropped. No way. She reached up to touch her face, feeling a smooth jawline, high cheekbones, and a slightly furrowed brow. She pulled her hand away and stared at it. These weren't her hands.

"Wait... wait, wait," she whispered to herself in disbelief. "This can't be happening."

She scrambled out of bed, her bare feet hitting the soft carpet. She stumbled slightly as she stood up, feeling the unfamiliar weight of her body. Then her focus snapped to the full-length mirror across the room. Somehow everyone has a full-length mirror in their room

Her breath hitched. The reflection staring back at her. Handsome reflection.

It was Jeon Jungkook.

"Ahh! What the fuck!" She let out a startled scream as she stumbled backwards, clutching the sheets. She was in Jungkook's body. Oh my god.

Adding up to her shock she hit her toenail to the edge of the bed. "Shit, shit shit.." She grabbed her foot quickly, easing the pain.

But before she could fully comprehend the situation, a knock came at the door, followed by a voice that made her heart race.

"Jungkook, hurry up! We're leaving in 30 minutes, and you need to get ready for practice!"

Seo-yeon's eyes widened. Namjoon?

She swallowed, trying to pull herself together. She needed to act quickly. She couldn't freak out, not now. The only thing she could do was play it cool and pretend like everything was fine. She was Jungkook now.

"Yeah, I'm getting up," she called back, attempting to sound like Jungkook, but her voice came out deeper than usual, gruffer.

She heard Namjoon's footsteps retreating, and Seo-yeon was left alone again, her pulse pounding in her ears. She buried her face in her hands, wondering how on earth she was supposed to get through this day.

Then she looked down at herself again, trying to collect her thoughts. Jungkook was tall, his body lean but muscular. She took a moment to appreciate how solid and strong his build was. It was clear he spent hours in the gym-his abs were tight and defined, and his arms had a thickness that was both impressive and intimidating. Her fingers traced the muscles on his arms involuntarily, and she realized how foreign it felt to be in this strong, athletic body. It was all so different from her own.

She then noticed the defined curve of his butt in the mirror. She smirked. A sudden rush of confidence surged as she swiveled her hips, checking out the full effect. Jungkook's butt was on display, and she was going to enjoy this moment. Striking poses in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but laugh. The power of Jungkook's apperance was hard to deny, golden-maknae for a reason.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she hurried to get dressed. She made her way to the closet, mentally shifting through the endless wardrobe of clothing that could belong to no one else but Jungkook. She grabbed a simple black t-shirt, figuring that was the safest option, then threw on a pair of black jeans, still unsure of what she was doing. But at least it was an outfit that screamed "cool," which was basically what Jungkook did every day, right?