I am Not: Me || Minsung

2 ; Not Yourself

Felix left the room and Jisung took a moment to really memorize his surroundings since he had to force himself to get used to it. The walls were painted gray, empty beer bottles along with a dresser, presumably unwashed clothing scattered around every corner of the room, a bed with wrinkled sheets and a messy appearance, and a closet door near the window. Opening the closet door, it was actually very large. Bigger then Jisung's own closet (considering the rich appliances he had).

It was a very large walk-in closet, he could literally have another room in his closet. Sure, there were clothes hung up, tossed on the floor, shoes scattered in different directions but nothing compared to the fridge in this closet. A whole fridge.

Jisung opened it, shocked to see the amount of alcohol in it. The vodka, fireball, and even countless beer bottles. He couldn't help but feel very disappointed seeing this. The amount of love and appreciation that Felix gives off couldn't help but break his heart after seeing that.

In the box above the fridge, Jisung opened it to see money. A lot of it. A lot of necessary money. 100 dollar bills stacked up in bundles (lmao yes this is Minho-) just in one small box.

The only way you can get money at an age like this, considering he knew Minho went to school as if you were doing something illegal. Minho really wasn't a good kid...

Taking off this shirt he had on, he couldn't help but just blush at this Minho guy's body. It was incredibly built and so attractive. "When I wake up, I'm going to start going to the gym," he giggled slightly. 

A couple minutes he found himself and Felix leaving the house and walking down a side walk. This was the only normal part he found himself experiencing throughout the day he was having so far. He saw trees standing at a normal height, an every-day neighborhood, basket-ball hoops, flowers in some people's gardens, and just an... overall- average neighborhood. Kind of pretty and calming. "It's pretty here," Jisung added to the dead silence between the two. "Don't you think so?"

Felix gave Jisung a strange look, furrowing his eye-brows. "I-I guess so hyung?"

Feeling dumbfounded, he could only assume that the other male was just confused that "Minho" would say something like that. Jisung nervously smiled and shot his gaze ahead. He figured that silence seemed to be the only way to not make things awkward.

Stupid Jisung, he thought to himself. Silence is awkward. 

Minho's Perspective

"Get. Out. You. Faggot. You've been in there for 10 whole fucking minutes now!"

Minho, rolling his eyes at the other's agonizing voice behind the closed bathroom door, he shouted back. "One second!"

"One hour!" The other mocked. "I'll be waiting RIGHT. Here"

"I'll be waiting RIGHT. Here," Minho silently mocked in his head. Why was this dude on his tail so much? Because they're late? Maybe it  was Jisung's brother or something like that, why else would he nagging him so much to get out of bed?

Minho decided to hang around in the bathroom, memorizing every little detail in his bathroom. It smells like him in here... He examined everything. The bathroom was a magnificent white color, the counters made out of marble, the window ahead at LEAST three stories up, and a shower as large as his own walk-in-closet. He searches through the countless cabinets and found cologne. His cologne. God, Minho almost sulked just feeling the bottle in his hand. He pressed his nose against the bottle, smiling to himself. 

After a while, Minho finally got the courage to stop staring at his reflection and shirtless body. He put on his school uniform. Outside the door was his annoying "friend". He had a pout on his lifts and his eyes met with Minho's. "Are you... feeling okay?" He asked concerned. "You're acting strange."

Minho nodded. "Just fine. Never better."

The shorter male smiled. "Then act like it," he punched the other's shoulder gently. He then led Minho down a beautiful set of marble stairs that went down three stories to the bottom floor. There, instead of the upstairs floors painted a dark wooden color, it was now painted with shiny white tiles. So beautiful and delegate and clean. From the stairs, there was a left and right opening that presumably led to different areas of the house.

"Have a good day at school Master Jisung and his friend Mr. Seo," a woman dressed firmly in beautiful clothes greeted them at the front door. She opened the door swiftly, the other male bowing, and strutting out. Minho didn't know exactly what to do, he just mumbled a quiet and concerned 'thank you' from under his breath. 

Minho had already seen every inch of the outside of his mansion that scattered with fields of flowers, driveways, guitars, and every single beauty that anyone could only dream of. Since Jisung's family is very rich, their family name is very easy to search on the internet, there with beautiful photos of the mansion. 

The raven-haired male opened a car door parked ahead of the mansion. Minho assumed that he would only get in on the other side. 

As he tried to heave himself into the passenger side, his ankle couldn't help but get caught just right on the door. It scraped his ankle, sending a hissing through his lips from the pain. It was painful...

He pulled his leg in, pulling up his pants with a groan. 

"OW!" Jisung stammered, quickly gripping onto his ankle feeling sudden pain. This gathered a concern look from Felix, he quickly turned his attention to the other. 

"What's wrong?!" Felix jolted. 

There lied a red mark, some dead skin coming off, an a small blood trail falling behind. Minho hissed again when he laid a finger on the stinging sensation. 

"Here," the male handed Minho an ice-cold bottle. "You always do that," he mumbled.

"I-I don't know," Jisung mumbled. He crouched down, pulling up his pants to mid-calf. Jisung was shocked to reveal that his ankle had... a mysterious red mark that almost looked like a scratch. It was bleeding. Did he bump into something early? Is he just now feeling the pain?

"Always huh?" Minho chuckled at the boys clumsiness. He used the cold water bottle to press against his skin. It did kind of reveal the pain  and stinging sensation. 

"HYUNG, ARE YOU OK?!" Felix eagerly raised his voice. Jisung blinked, concerned more than in pain. 

"I-I'm fine?"

"How did you do that?!"

"I-I don't know," Jisung stuttered. "It just kind of... appeared there..." 

A couple minutes pass and they end up pulling to that familiar school that Minho would constantly avoid... It was flooded with students ranging from tall to short, hair colors of different pigments, skin colors from black to white, and personalities ranging from who knows what. 

He groaned miserably, earning a look from Changbin. He parked the car and shifted his body towards Minho. "Look," he started. "Something is wrong. You never wake up late, you always come to the cafe, and we ALWAYS meet up early when there is a huge test. Please tell me, you can tell me what's wrong. I'm your friend and you can tell me anything!"

Minho, quite shocked, blinked at Changbin's response to his behavior. Never in his life did he have a friend so concerned or so... worried for his behavior besides his brother. He curiously tilted his head. "What?" he softly responded with. 

"See? Normally, you would open up immediately. Something is wrong. It's like you're... not yourself."

"Because I'm not," Minho opened up. "I... I didn't wake up in my body. I woke up as someone beautiful and here I am, trying to make myself moan because I'm literally the hottest human ever."

"Jisung, are you ok?"

He chuckled wickedly. "Hell no! I'm literally in my crush's body!"