You woke up from a restless sleep, your head pounding as if you hadn’t closed your eyes all night. With a groan, you dragged a hand to your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut. That was when you froze.

Your voice—low, raspy, not your own—slipped out in the soft groan.

Your heart raced. You blinked your eyes open and scanned the room. It wasn’t your bedroom. Well…not exactly unfamiliar either. The posters, the piano against the far wall, the piles of books and half-written lyrics—it was Yunjin’s room.

Your stomach dropped.

You shot up and stumbled to the mirror. Your breath hitched as soon as you caught sight of the reflection. Long brown hair. Soft features. Yunjin’s face staring back at you, except the panic in her eyes was all yours.

“What the fuuuuuck…” You whispered, clutching the dresser for balance.

Before you could wrap your head around it, the door burst open. And there—standing in one of your oversized hoodies, hair sticking out in every direction, eyes wide—was you. Or rather, Yunjin.

“…Oh my god.” She muttered in your voice, pointing at you. “You’re me. I’m you. We’re—holy shit.”