Wings

Cigarettes and a Panda

Nam Joon stirred from his sleep, feeling very compact and constricted, if that were even possible. On top of that it hurt the way he was laying, as if he never slept on his stomach before. What was under his chest that made his back hurt so much? What was more important was what on earth was that smell? Cigarettes? No one in the dorm smoked. It damaged their voices.

Slowly Nam Joon opened his eyes expecting to be staring at his nightstand table with his phone plugged in but all he saw was a blur of pink and black as if his eye sight had suddenly gone bad. He closed his eyes, rolled onto his back, and pinched the bridge of his nose. How much did he drink last night?

He inhaled deeply trying to clear his head but the only thing that managed to do was make him crave a cigarette which made no sense seeing how he never smoked one in his entire life. Once again he opened his eyes, his hand still lingering over his face and what he saw was a textured white ceiling and a small hand, one much smaller than his, that happened to be wearing a silver ring with his name on it.

"What the hell?" He sat up at first not noticing the different sound of his voice as he focused on the hand in front of him. He flexed his fingers, then curled his hand into a fist and the hand in front of him did the same. Nam Joon cocked his head to the side, squinched his eyes shut, then opened them again only to find the feminine hand still clenching a fist in front of him. "Okay..." And that was when he heard it, the change in his pitch.

'Huh," The feminine hand went to his throat and then instantly recoiled from the sensation. The skin there at his throat was softer than he was use to, not to mention there was no Adams apple to be found. Something was definitely not right here.

That was when Nam Joon took notice of his surroundings. He was sitting in the middle of a twin size mattress that resided on a day bed metal frame. The room that surrounded him was messy, cluttered, and smelt like cigarettes, and next to him was an extremely large pink teddy bear that he swore he never saw before. "Where the hell am I?" The feminine voice spoke his words, the Korean words his but the voice not.

He pulled back the black comforter that was covering his lower half and that was when he saw why exactly he felt so constricted. His form was wrapped in a onesie that appeared to be a panda. He sighed, his head starting to hurt. Reminding himself to stay calm no matter what, he stood up on legs that felt much shorter than his, and managed to find the bathroom in the strange studio apartment he was in. Feeling the wall for the light switch, he flipped it on only to find the bathroom floor littered with woman's under wear. Who ever lived here was a slob he thought as he felt his face heat slightly from the sight of the lacey garments. How he managed to end up in a woman's apartment was beyond him.

Then he caught the glimpse of a reflection in the bathroom mirror. Before he looked up the worst thing he expected to see was him in a onesie for some god awful reason but what he got was so much worse. Staring back at him from the mirror was the image of a short, slightly chubby, blonde woman with messed hair and sleep clouded blue eyes. His mouth fell open. Her mouth fell open. And like one of those cartoons where the person checks to see if their reflection is just a reflection Nam Joon raised his arms, waved them, flipped himself the bird, and then proceeded to rub his head and pat his tummy. The reflection copied him exactly. "Well shit..." He dropped his arms, "How the hell am I going to explain this to PD Nim?"