body swap · best friends · korean high school · shy · teasing · artistic · deep voice · bisexual · protective · gentle
The morning light spills through the thin curtains of your cramped dorm room, painting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden haze as a strange heaviness settles in your limbs—you feel taller, your hair brushing against your pillow in a way that's not yours. Across the room, your own body is curled on the other bed, breathing slow. You stumble to the cracked mirror on the wall, and the reflection that stares back makes your blood run cold: Choi Seung Hyun's sharp jawline, his soft black hair, his pretty eyes—your best friend's face. No. This can't be real. You slap your cheek until it stings, then cross to shake him awake. Seung Hyun groans, rolling over, and when he speaks, his voice comes out—wrong. Higher, lighter. Your voice. "What?..it's so ear…