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Chapter 8

Taehyung's P.O.V

"I am a girl," I repeated to the mirror. "Girl. I am."

But it was not working. I couldn't convince myself. It was just too impossible.

"I'm a girl," I tried again.

Nope. I squinted in the mirror. Not just any girl. It was the one I ran into the day before. Why?

"Of course!" I shouted in realization. "Why wouldn't you be in my dream? I just saw you!" I told the mirror. "Aish! Then why doesn't it feel like a dream?!"

I stared at the mirror for another minute. What was I supposed to do?

"Think V. Think." I tapped my chin. "If I'm in this girl's body, then who's in mine?"

It was obvious. But too weird to think about. What if she was doing...things? If she was anything like the other girls at school, then this was the best day of her life. I glanced back at the girl in the mirror.

"I have to find you. Me. Whatever."

••••••

As soon as I walked into the school building, I knew I had made a mistake. No one really noticed me, despite the fact I was in sweats and had no backpack. Also, I glanced down in distaste, I was shoeless. But being in someone's body, especially a girl's, was extremely uncomfortable. I tried to ignore the strange feeling. But I realized other people were probably beginning to notice my discomfort, my face twisted into a grimace.

But deep down, I actually was kind of relieved, excited even. No one was running up to me and blocking my path, or drooling. As these thoughts came to mind, I became a bit more confident. I kept my head down, though, until I saw Jimin.

"Jimin!" I shouted in relief. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you!"

I didn't notice his strange expression until I was standing right in front of him. We stood there for a second in silence, as I remembered my predicament and he stared at me awkwardly.

"Do you want an autograph or...do I know you? Sorry, there's just so many girls here," he spoke first.

I cringed, scrambling to come up with an explanation.

"I mean...uh--" I bumbled.

"I have to get to class...are you okay?"

I realized he was looking down at my feet.

"Um...V, yes, V wanted me to tell you that he isn't coming to--"

"Hey, man!" Jimin interrupted, shouting to someone behind me.

I scowled in frustration, before glancing behind me. It was V. Me. Her? I was wearing a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt. Lucky. I cringed, remembering what I'd worn to bed. She-he walked up with the same look I'd probably had when first walking into the school. Arms crossed against his chest and walking awkwardly, her-his feet spread wider then normal. He looked up at Jimin in surprise, then her eyes fell on me. A look of nausea passed over her face, and her-his legs seemed to shake. I rushed over to help, but Jimin was there before me.

"You okay?" He asked as I-she landed in his arms.

With no response, she looked up at him  awkwardly. I decided to step in.

"We should go, V." I grabbed her-my arm, and began to drag her away. To the surprised Jimin, I said, "We'll see you later."