Switched

Chapter 3 - Where Am I?

You groan as you hear an alarm beeping next to you. You begrudgingly grab your phone from the counter and turn it off. The alarm goes off. You toss the phone across the room and pull the sheets over your head bringing you warmth. You smile as you start to nod off into sleep. How precious it is!

Wait...

Phone?

Alarm?

A nice bed with sheets?

Your eyes immediately spring open and you look around the room you are in.

This is not the hospital. You are in somebody's room. You are in somebody's bed, and you just threw somebody's phone across the room. You get up and start to hyperventilate. This is not the hospital! You look around and notice two doors. One door is open which displays a bathroom, and the other one is closed leading to who knows where. You clench your chest trying to calm down your breathing. Your mind goes off again. Listen y/n calm down, you tell yourself.
You walk around the room and notice that there is a closet full of clothes. Shirts, pants, shorts, jackets, coats, and more. Judging by the sizes and style, you can tell that they are men clothes. There are other accessories displayed on the probably male's desk. A hat, earrings, and more jewelry. On the desk there are also music sheets and a guitar leaning against the edge of the wall. You pick up the phone you tossed, and look at the time. It is 4:30 A.M. There's something else you notice too. Something that makes you dizzy again. The phone is not in English. It's not in Spanish. It's not even in Italian or French. The characters displayed on the screen tell your eyes that it is Korean, but your mind doesn't process it. It won't accept it. You drop the phone and look outside of the only window in this room.
You laugh like a maniac at the sight. You are in Seoul, South Korea. You laugh until there are tears in your eyes and then you actually start to sob.
You grab the hairs on your head and pull hard. You are just dreaming. You have to be. Then you realize another thing. Your hair.....

It isn't your hair....

It's shorter, and has a different texture. Then, you look at your hands.

They aren't your hands...

They are long and big.

Then you look at your chest. It is completely flat, and your stomach. You touch your stomach and can feel a very toned body beneath the fabric. This is not your stomach. That is when you look in the bathroom and notice the mirror. Like a dead person, you tiptoe to the bathroom wishing that you can wake up from this dream. You heard somewhere that in dreams if you press the light switch and no light turns on then you are dreaming. You press the light switch, but the light turns on. You are not dreaming. You look in the mirror, and your heart stops.

You are not y/n.

You are Kim Taehyung.