switch // kth ✓

chapter eight

//(Y/N) in body of Taehyung//
"It's 6:00. We should start to get ready." Taehyung spoke up from the living room couch. I was currently working through my second bowl of cereal.

"Yeah, Okay. Why don't you pick out something for me then?" I heard the couch creak then the echo of footsteps down the hallways. I read the back of the cereal box as I got the last spoonful. I'm incredibly nervous for the party.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Come here!" Taehyung shouted. I just rolled my eyes but listened to him and walked over the the room.

"Yeah," Taehyung lifted up a extremely long white collared button up with black stripes and a white tee shirt. He cutely tilted his head like a puppy. "I think that's a great top half of the outfit, Tae." He smiled at me and put down the clothes on the bed.

Taehyung continued the search for some bottoms and shoes while I walked around his room, looking through his things. It wasn't like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to do. Taehyung would always let me do this back when I would hang out with him, when we were friends.

His bookshelf had novels we had to read at school, a book of fairytales, and a stack of magazines. I sat criss-crossed on the floor and pulled down the stack of magazines.

Taehyung had a few educational magazines like National Geographic, most likely for school since I do remember him doing a project on Rome. He also had fashion magazines like Vogue. Then he had art magazines and photography textbooks.

When I opened the textbooks, they were full of written-in notes, post-it notes, and pages marked with highlighters. A smile adorned my face, he really loves photography.

"Hey, I finished the outfit so you should probably change into it!" Taehyung exclaimed. I hummed back in response. "I see you have my magazines," he sat down next to me, ran his finger down the spines of the magazines, and pulled out one from the middle of the stack. "This one is my favorite."

He pointed out the photos of an open field. The yellow grass stood out against the blue of the sky. Then he showed me a article with different elements of photography. His eyes would light up as he explained each element and how they affect the outcome of the photograph.

It was almost childlike. The way he would talk about the topic. With so much excitement and energy but you could tell he was serious about the topic. I would listen to his voice, although it was mine, I could hear the love in it. It would bring a smile to my own face.

"Tae," I asked after he had finished his explanation. He looked down at me from the stack of magazines he had put back to its rightful place on his bookshelf. "I never knew you loved photography this much."

He shrugged as he stood up. "I guess I never told you, but I also wasn't as into it before as I am now." Taehyung put out his hands for me to use to get up from the ground. Although I'm not as strong as Taehyung, I grabbed on to his hands but pulled myself up.

"Well, I'd like to see your photography in action someday. I can tell your an amazing photographer," He smiled sheepishly and looked down to the floor, pushing a lock of his (H/L) (H/C) hair behind his ear. "I'm going to change into the clothes now so..."

"Oh, sorry! I'll go." He left the room for me to change. Now that I think about it he could have stayed, I mean, I am in his body he'll only see himself. But the thought of undressing in front of him, even in his body, was weird.

I changed into the outfit (media) and looked at myself in the full length mirror in the corner of his room. Taehyung is amazing at putting together an outfit.

After I was finished, I walked out to the living room to see Taehyung watching a movie on tv. "You're going too right? To the party, I mean." I asked.