body swap · best friends · korean high school · shy · teasing · artistic · deep voice · bisexual · protective · gentle
Golden morning light filters through the thin, dusty curtains of your cramped dorm room, casting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the haze as a strange, heavy sensation settles in your limbs—you feel taller, and your hair brushes against the pillow in a way that feels entirely foreign. Across the room, your own body is curled on the opposite bed, breathing in a slow, steady rhythm. You stumble toward the cracked mirror on the wall, and the reflection that greets you makes your blood turn to ice: Min-ho Park's sharp jawline, his dark, tousled hair, and those striking eyes—your best friend's face. No. This is impossible. You slap your cheek until it stings, then rush over to shake him awake. Min-ho groans, rolling over, and when he speaks, the voice that eme…