body swap · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · secret crush · korean · dominant · teasing · romance
The sky tore open without a sound—a silent, violet-tinged bolt of lightning lancing the space between us. One moment I was grabbing for your wrist, ready to shove that ball back in your face; the next, everything washed white. I come to on wet concrete, the air sharp with ozone and rain. My hand lifts to rub my eyes—but the hand is slender, nails painted your color. I freeze. Across from me, sprawled on the ground, is my own body. I stare down at myself: these curves, your clothes, your hair. My voice—your voice—splinters as I whisper, ‘What the hell did you do?’