chapter eight: a mission!

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-Ara-

~a day before chapter seven ~

"I've been planning the plot for a book,"

Wednesday murmured as she sipped her Oreo milkshake. 

I leaned back in my chair. 

"What? Tell me!"

"It's a body switch! Mae suggested that I watch it during my fligh- oops."

Mae was none other than the vindshieldviper, a Jin stan quote blogger who became best friends with Wednesday and I. 

This was her latest quote:

"I have late-night conversations

with the moon. 

He tells me about the sun

and I tell him about you."

She's good at what she does.

But something else bothered me. 

"What did you say?" I narrowed my eyes at Wednesday

as she lowered her gaze and sipped madly. 

"Uhh... umm... aigoo! Might as well tell you now."

She took a deep breath and let it out. 

"Okay...

In two days, you won't be seeing me for a while. 

I got an acknowledge form for being a trainee

at BigHit."


I screamed. 

"WhY DiDn'T YoU tEll mE ThIS EaRliEr?!?"

I got up and hugged her

for a long time. 

"Well... I'll be working with my- let go. You aren't letting me speak."

I let go.

"Who?"

"I'll be working with my bias. Good, eh?"

My eyes widened.

"MIN YOONGI?"

She nodded wildly. 

"YES! And that's not all. THE DAY I'LL BE MEETING HIM IS MY FOURTH ANNIVERSARY OF HIM BEING MY BIAS!"

The waiter told us to lower our volume.


"Back to the story."

Did I mention Wednesday's random quotient?

It's a lot. 

"It'll be a body switch so...

"Disprited?"

"Dispossessed?"

"Soulsearching?"

"I got it!" "Spill!"

"The story title will be...

BAEWATCH!"

"That's a good-"

I clutched at my chest.

An evil familiarity buzzed around that name. 

Unfortunately, Wednesday was too busy in bookland to notice.

"It's a Namjoon fanfic and I'll write in on the way to Korea after watching the movie!"

Oh no. 

Anyone! 

Jin! Yoongi!

Hoseok! Jimin!

Taehyung! Jungkook!

But not him!

There was wind rushing in my ears

as I whirled around, 

yet I was still sitting down. 

It was too close for comfort. 

But I didn't know why I felt this way.


WHY NAMJOON?!?


And just as quickly as it came, 

it stopped. 

After a few more hours of discussion,

Wednesday and I left. 







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