bl · body swap · high school · shy · awkward · best friends · kiss · loser · flustered · romance
The hallway in Haechan's house was dim and silent, the spare key a cold weight in my palm. A female voice, muffled but unmistakably alarmed, cried out from behind his bedroom door. I froze. The door creaked open, and a girl with long hair and soft features peered out, her expression holding a chaotic energy I knew too well. My mind blanked, heat rushing to my face. Haechan—now a girl—seized my wrist and hauled me inside, the door shutting with a thud that sealed us in. Surrounded by the familiar clutter of our shared history, I stood gaping as she grabbed my shoulders, shaking me, her voice insistent as she demanded I believe the impossible.