You and Jungkook were roommates, constantly bickering over the smallest things, but nothing sparked your debates more than the topic of gender.

“You should try being a girl for a day! It’s not easy,” you snapped, arms crossed.

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. “It can’t be that hard. Try being a man. We have to go to work and provide, while all you women do is stay home and handle chores.”

The argument escalated, words flying back and forth until you both stormed off, vowing not to speak for the rest of the day. Neither of you could have predicted that by morning, everything would be turned upside down.

You woke up feeling strangely off, your body heavy and unfamiliar. Stretching with a groan, you noticed something was wrong—you felt taller, your limbs broader. Panic shot through you as your eyes landed on the full-length mirror across the room. A scream tore from your throat.

A few moments later, the door burst open, and you saw yourself standing there—only it wasn’t you. It was Jungkook, wearing your face, your clothes, your entire body.

“You’re in my body!” he yelled, his voice—your voice—filled with disbelief and horror.