soul switch│ j.jk ✔

t w e n t y - n i n e

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jungkook;
(3rd person's pov)

jungkook immediately thought of a bright idea, as if a huge light bulb appeared beside his head.

he excused himself from clover who had both her eyebrows raised at him.
“uhm, eru? you haven't drank your daily medications, have you?” jungkook chuckled to himself.

after all what eru dragged him in, he thought, he knew it's payback time.
plus, tripping with boys seems like a fun idea, especially now that he's in her body.

“hoho, i'm such a genius i should've gone to harvard and just yeet myself towards that highest latin honor.”

jungkook marched his way towards the hallway, making heads turn his way with the way he walked.
“hi, davidson! i see yer rockin' that suspenders!” he said, making davidson blush and hide his face on the thick book he's reading as the girls around him looked at him.

does eru even know davidson? who knows?

as he kept walking and winking at boys, a group of it-girls walked towards him in all their bright, shining, shimmering, and splendid lipsticks and hair clips.
“excuse me, but i just saw you flirt with my boyfriend.” the girl in the middle said, her winged eyebrow raised at him.

jungkook cringed at the amount of make-up the girls in front of her were wearing.
“who? that guy?” hr said pointed to the guy near us. the nerdy one with big rat teeth.

the girl gave out a loud “HUH?!” as she walked nearer to jungkook.
“ARE YOU INSULTING MY TASTE FOR MEN?”

“i—WHAT? HE'S YOUR—”

“OH, SO YOU ARE INSULTING MY TASTE IN MEN!” she snapped back, cutting jungkook.

the other girl with black hair and small eyes looked at jungkook with a judging look.
mao uylingco, if he remembered correctly her name. a classmate of him during middle school. a full blood chinese who could speak both chinese, english, and italian fluently.
“you must've been a disappointment to your mom.” she said.

jungkook looked at her incredioulously.
literally, she's telling the truth, though.
“that's fine. at least my president isn't a yellow cartoon character wearing a red crop top.” jungkook retorted.

mao's jaws dropped as she looked at him.
“racist!” she spat back as her two friends attempted to calm her down as she continued mumbling incoherent profanity towards jungkook. he raised a brow and swiftly moved away, letting the it-girls handle their own mess.

‘i might go ban-ban but i guess it's worth it.’

as jungkook walked the busy hallways, a familiar face caught his attention. the guy didn't look his way as he walked towards him.
yohan, who's busy sweet-talking to a girl (making her blush and giggle in the process) was surprised when a slightly sweaty hand landed on his cheek to his jaw, caressing it in the process.
“darling,” jungkook purred, touching yohan's cheek and jaw as softly as he could making his eyes widen in surprise, “have you had enough of me and found somebody new in a span of four days, hm?”

yohan, the guy who dramatically pulled the girl away from him who he was supposed to ask out on a date, clearly pissed jungkook off. he had this hatred towards him and seeing this moment as an opportunity, he quickly grabbed it, even at the cost of someone else's body.

the girl's smile quickly turned into a small frown, mouth slightly open. she kept glancing between jungkook and yohan, confusiom visibly written all over her innocent face.

yohan, however, was completely surprised and his eyes widened.
“what the hell, eru? what are you talking about?”

jungkook smiled and turned towards the girl he was talking to.
“you see, this yohan here and i have been dating for quite a while now so i am very sorry to burst your bubble, sweetie.” jungkook said, getting satisfied seeing the change of reaction on the girl's face.

without a word, she quickly turned around and walked away as yohan called for her.
“lana, wait!!” as lana disappeared from view, yohan looked at jungkook with a murderous look. jungkook didn't mind at all and just casually whistled a random tune as he looked up at the ceiling.

“what the fuck is your problem, dude?” he said in a dead serious tone. jungkook looked at him this time and smiled at him.

“i'm not forgetting what happened to emily just yet.” jungkook said, mentioning the girl he was about to ask out on a date. yohan raised a brow.

“what the hell are you talking about, matsuoka?” yohan asked, completely surprised.

just when jungkook was about to reply, a strong hand held his shoulder.

“there you are. i've been searching for you all around school.”

that voice, jungkook realized, was as familiar as his own.
in fact, it is his own voice.
jungkook slowly looked up and saw his own face staring down at him menacingly.

shiba has arrived.

eru looked at yohan and smiled.
“excuse me but i might have to steal this girl now.” she said before pulling jungkook away, leaving yohan in complete and utter confusion.

as soon as they were far from earshot and yohan was nowhere near their line of sight, eru immediately wacked jungkook on the forehead.
“you complete bag of an idiot!” she shrieked.

“whA—WHY? OW!”

“YOU'RE ASKING ME WHY? IF TAEHYUNG SEES YOU ACTING LIKE THAT—WHICH IS ACTUALLY MY BODY—HE'LL THINK I'M A BIG ASS FLIRT! IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT!”

“calm down woman! geez, i'm sorry, okay?” jungkook said, massaging his wacked forehead.

but deep inside jungkook's mind, he's planning everything he could possibly do now that he's occasionally switching bodies with eru.

and that would definitely be fun.

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author's note;

i'm not feeling really gucci these past weeks i just wanna die lmfao

anyway, here's an update in kookie's 3rd person's pov. my first time writing in this story but definitely not the last. will be writing back to eru's pov in the next chapter, but in the next few upcoming chaps, i might *MIGHT* write in kookie's view again.

thank you, everyone. ♡