Y/N'S POV
"AHHHHHH-.
I opened my eyes quickly, I sat up, realized that I wasn't actually dead! Was it just a dream? I turned to check my surroundings, this... is not my room. But strangely, it seems a slightly familiar... Wait.... WAS I KIDNAPPED?! No no no no no, I know this place... but I can't quite put my finger on it... HOLD UP! Let's check my physical health first...
Oh god... this is not me. My hands were different, my arms and legs... the fragrance... the hair..."WHAT THE FU-"
"Calm yourself!" I twisted my head at the voice who spoke and saw..... The seventeen bong (Author' note: Idk what's it called, sorry. also the pic is up there ⬆️ so..) floating to my direction?
I turned away in confusion. "Ok. I must dreaming right now." I whispered to myself- Wait, what?! Jeonghan's voice! Where did it come from-
"NO, your not! Look at meeeee!!" I jumped a bit at the contact of two little, white hands squeezing my cheeks then, it turning my head towards its direction. The bong pouted, in annoyance. Cute... but... "Hey! Wait! Not ye-"
Almost immediately, I bumped my head at the second bunk as I tried to get off the bed. Ouch... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I can't help but close my eyes, as I though, Oh no... your precious head..( ; ; ) "Tch, tch, tch." The bong sighed. "See? I told you! Be more careful!" Some how... it sounded like my mom.
"Yes, yes. I'm very sorry-" I gasped and covered my mouth, I mean, Jeonghan's mouth... Jeonghan's mouth!! I screeched quietly. Damn! I can't! His voice is so close! What a dream this is!! What heaven! Ok I need to stop... BUT I CAN'T!
(An uncertain amount of time later)
"Are you done?" The bong sassed, with a salty face. So I nodded calmly. "Good, just answer with nods and shrugs like that." It pointed at me as I nodded along. "Do you know why you're here?" Fan service?
I Shrugged. The carat bong sighed.
"As I assume you might already know, you are sent back in time and is transported into 'long haired' Jeonghan's body. You are here to boost the moral of this group!! Inspire them a bit more! The k-pop industry is a beast! But I know Seventeen will pass the test! I just... get a bit worried." The carat bong looked down at me, asking for an affirmation of my understanding.
I nodded... I took a pause..
And hesitated. "There's still a high chance this is a dream tho-"
"Pinch!" I heard it scream as it painfully attacked my cheek, unexpectedly, it stung quite a bit.
"Ouch!-" Ack! Eyiish! Don't fuggin hurt him, dude! "I get it! I get it! Just don't-"
"Jeonghan,"
I froze, then slowly looked towards the door of the bedroom where a gentle call came from...
"Gwenchana?" (Are you ok?)
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FanfictionYou know English and a micro amout of Korean. Of course, you love Seventeen, though you've never met them in real life, heck, you think it's not even possible. After almost getting yourself into a life-threatening situation, you woke up in a bedroo...