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chapter 1: soul twins

It seemed like fate was not on either of your sides that night as the shooting star passed right above the both of you when you both unintentionally wished your wish. Fate decided to play a trick.

paring: Min Yoongi x Reader

genre: body swap!AU, rapper Agust D, a lot of crack! and funny moments (lowkey comedy with angst)

warnings: reader not feeling like herself (because of the body swap), self-consciousness, anxiety

word count: 4K

note: one day I thought “what if I woke up in yoongi’s girlfriends body” and this is the result!

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Waking up you felt refreshed as the sun creped through the window. Since you drank quite heavily last night you thought you would wake up with a hangover but, once again, fate was on your side you thought. As you lazily opened your eyes you would not really recognize where you were. It was a bedroom with grey walls and big windows with a balcony. You remembered you had gotten home last night so why were you in someone else’s bedroom? You sat up, panic rushing over you and you heard someone grunt on the other side of the bed.

“What time is it?” The person next to you asked and you looked at him. It was the rapper Agust D. Confused you looked at the clock on the nightstand and replied to him.

“9 am” Grunting he took his arm around your body and pulled you close to him.

“Let’s sleep just a little more” With that you closed your eyes, realizing it was a dream. You thought you saw Min Yoongi at the restaurant last night so that must be the reason you were dreaming of him. He was so warm and comforting you could not help but to scoot closer to him and embrace him. If it was all a dream you could at least get as much out of it as possible, right?

The next time you woke up you found yourself surprised to still be in the same bed, but this time without Min Yoongi. Maybe you went home to someone last night after all? Maybe that person weirdly looked like him? Sitting up you stretched your arms up and let out a yawn. You needed to figure out how to get out of the house as quickly as possible. Your eyes began searching the floor for your clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen. All you had on you was a satin pyjama’s that you did not recognize as you looked down. The more you looked at yourself, the more you didn’t recognize your body. Your arms felt longer, hips smaller, thighs not quite the same. A perfect tan on your body. Your hair was long and black. You had to find a mirror you thought to yourself. Standing up you made your way over to the mirror in the corner in the room. What you saw shocked you. You were not you, although you weirdly recognized the person in front of you, it was not you. Panicked you tried to find any clothes you could change to and get out of here. You heard singing further away, outside of the bedroom and you started panicking even more. Were you going absolutely insane?

Opening the wardrobe, you found a sweater among many dresses and a pair of jeans and decided to go with that. In a drawer you found underwear and you quickly changed into everything. Looking yourself in the mirror one last time, not recognizing your face or body one bit you took a deep breath closing your eyes. Someone must have drugged you last night, right? All you were doing right now was hallucinating. So, all you had to do was get home.

Walking outside the bedroom you got out in a hall, doors left and right and at the end of it was a kitchen where the humming and singing came from. You tried to sneak closer as quiet as possible. As soon as you stepped inside the kitchen you saw him. Min Yoongi, cooking pancakes on the stove. You stayed still for a while just watching him. Confused and slightly panicked he would find you as an intruder or anything. Did he drug you last night? Is he just a part of your hallucination? I mean, you did see him with the bed with you earlier. As he turned around, he smiled at you.

“Good morning sunshine” Looking at him confused you soon realized he was referring to you. Okay you though, at least you were not an uninvited guest.

“Why do you look so blue? Come on, sit down and have some pancakes that I made for us” He went over to you and took your hand in his, dragging you towards the kitchen table. Pulling out a chair for you, you hesitantly sat down on it. If this was a serial killer situation you knew it was best to comply to whatever they wanted you to do. That way, you would live longer. Oh God, what if you were drugged, kidnapped and was about to be killed? On the inside you were panicking, on the outside you gave him a weak smile as he put down a plate of pancakes for you. He sat down in front of you with his own plate and started pouring maple syrup on his pancakes, once he was done you took it and poured some on yours.

“Since when do you eat maple syrup?” He asked and once again you looked at him confused. You always had maple syrup on your pancakes.

“I always have it on my pancakes” He chuckled at your response and dug into his plate.

“I see, we are sarcastic this morning. I did not know that when you said you were changing that it included your diet” Diet? What diet, you thought to yourself. Picking up the fork you started eating the pancakes in silence with him. Would he be mad if you asked any questions? Is that the reason you would be killed? Because you asked way too many questions?

“Bora!” Looking up at him you realized he probably was referring to you, although that was not really your name, so you did not get why he was calling you that. Under your breath you said ‘yes’, afraid that speaking up would get you into any trouble.

“You seem really distracted, is everything alright?” Your eyes meet his and you thought his eyes looked genuine, like he cared about you.

“I’m okay” Replying you realized you did not recognize your own voice. Panicking you thought it was at least worth a shoot to try and get out of the apartment.

“Is it okay if I go?” You asked quietly and he looked at you confused. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you had probably royally fucked up right now.

“Yeah of course, do you have something to take care of before we are supposed to go to the gala?” Barely understanding anything you just nodded in order to get out of the situation and got up from the chair. You saw the door behind you, taking a coat that somewhat looked like one you owned you placed your feet in a pair of sneakers that was on a racket. As you placed your hand on the doorknob you heard his voice behind you.

“Wait!” Turning around you saw Min Yoongi with a scarf that he began to wrap around your neck.

“There!” He said happy with his result and you could not help but to smile back at his gummy smile.

“I must say, I like the new you so far. You look so soft” Placing his hands on your face he pulled you in for a peak kiss on the lips. Shocked you blushed slightly and smiled looking down.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get home”

“Okay” You replied and opened the door, stepping out of the apartment. What was all of that? You thought as you closed the door. Looking around you saw a few more apartment doors and an elevator on your left. Going over to it you pressed the button and waited for it to come. Thinking about all of it you realized you must have been home at Min Yoongi’s house. Agust D, the rappers house. Why were you there though and why could you not recognize your body or anything really for that matter? Why did he treat you as if you had known each other for years? Nothing made sense. As you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to get to the entrance you realized you were on the fourth floor of many. Letting out a sigh of relive as the elevator closed you started planning your way back home where everything would be normal again.

Stepping out of the elevator you looked around and it almost looked like a hotel lobby, where the hell were you? The staff around the lobby smiled at you and you smiled back. Once you saw the exist doors you hurried your way over. As you opened them you could hear two voices arguing outside, one sounding familiar to you. When you looked over to your right you saw her, talking to one of the staff members. No, not her, you. You saw yourself talking to one of the staff members. When the two of you locked eyes with each other she pointed at you.

“There she is! Ask her!” The staff member turned around and they both walked over to you.

“I’m sorry to bother you miss. Tallway, do you happen to know this young woman? She claims to know you” The elderly man asks you and you look over to yourself, seeing yourself nodding your head.

“Yes” You replied, and you saw yourself making a hand motion going round and round, as if you were supposed to continue talking. This is weird.

“I know her, she is a friend of mine” You saw yourself smiling at you and the elderly man bowed at you.

“Then I won’t be bothering you ladies, have fun” With that he walked away. You stared at yourself, or should you say, the human that looked identical to you in front of you. She stared right back at you, looking at you up and down.

“I normally would never wear that but it’s kind of cute” She suddenly said, and something clicked inside you. You were inside her body, and she was inside yours. The two of you must have switched souls or something? Fuck, what did they do in the movies? How did the daughter and mother turn back in that one movie?

“We need to talk”

“Obviously” She replied with a duh face, did you really look like that when you pulled that face you thought.

“Let’s go over to the coffee shop nearby” You followed her lead and the two of you began walking over two the other side of the street.

Sitting down at the coffee shop you saw her, or should you say yourself, sit down and get comfortable in the chair opposite of yours. Looking around there were not too many guests at the shop, probably why she suggested it. Although, nobody would probably believe the conversation you were about to have.

“So… obviously… somehow… we have switched body’s” She began saying and you nodded.

“The question is… why? Did you do it?” You scoff as she asks you. Does she think you are some sort of witch or something?

“How would I even do it?!”

“I don’t know, that’s what I am asking you!”

“Okay, this is leading nowhere, what do we do about it?” Puzzled at your question she thinks for a while before answering.

“I think we should pretend to be each other until we figure out how to switch back” Reasonable you thought. The waitress came with the coffee the two of you had ordered and placed the cups in front of you. Both of you said quietly ‘thank you’ before continuing your conversation.

“We need to figure out how to switch back as soon as possible. Maybe this is all just for a day?” You suggested and she nodded. God you hoped this was all just for a day.

“Yes, we don’t know anything about this really and I could not find much research on it either”

“You have been researching this?” Impressed and confused you ask, and she smiles proudly.

“Yep, either this is some sort of day spell, a curse or just the gods messing with us for a laugh” She smiles, or should you say, you smile, and you could not help but to smile back. You did not look that bad, actually, if anything, suddenly you felt kind of cute seeing you in this way. Not in front of a mirror or on a picture but in real life.

“Should we hope this is just a day thing and everything goes back tomorrow?” You ask and she shrugs. All this time you had been watching yourself you realized she reacted so much more than you normally would, and it was weird. Seeing yourself from a whole other angle, in a whole different way. So careless and reactive when all you tried to be was as normal and quiet as possible.

“I guess we could, but we should prepare for the worst, although, I must say, I’m not really hating this” Looking at her questionable you ask ‘why’ and the girl in front of you replied.

“My boyfriend has been a real dick lately, so this is kind of a break from him to me” Suddenly you remember the man you woke up next to today, the one cooking breakfast for you, the none other than Min Yoongi.

“August D is your boyfriend?” Scoffing, she rolled her eyes as if you should have already figured that out before sipping on her coffee and casually asking her next question.

“Yeah, how was he this morning? Oh God, did you do anything to him?!” Eyes wide open you stared at her, waving your hands in front of you in a defending motion.

“How could you even ask that?! Of course I didn’t! I thought he had kidnapped me!” Puzzled, she looked at you and you saw how she made a disgusted face at your statement and you could not help but once again think, did you really look like that?

“Why would a world-famous rapper kidnap a common girl when he has a model, fashion icon, stunning girlfriend next to him?” She was so full of herself you thought. You should have figured some of this out when you saw her wardrobe being the opposite of what you usually wear and the fact that she had picked out the most revealing outfit you had in your wardrobe this morning.

“I don’t know! It’s not like I had figured out we had switched bodies back then!” Having to defend yourself once again, you realized this conversation was not going anywhere. The two of you needed a solid plan. She just said ‘whatever’ before sipping on her coffee and leaning back against her chair.

“Anyway, I’m Bora. Keep that in mind when you are pretending to be me, especially since I have an important dinner later” So that was probably what Yoongi meant by that he would be waiting for me.

“What kind of dinner?” You asked, wanting to know as much as possible about the dinner you had to attend.

“Celebrating Yoongi’s new album, it is released today” Your mouth made an ‘oh’ shape and Bora continued.

“So, we should probably get you a new dress so you, we, look the part” Nodding, the both of you began small talking. Bora told you important things you should know when you are pretending to be her. She hates wine, but loves champagne, so everything even close to wine was a big no. Always extend your hand when meeting new people as they tend to kiss your hand at these events, or shake it, either way, you put it on your mind to extend your hand. For Bora’s friends, always kiss them once on each cheek and hug them lightly. She could not have stressed this enough. Bora did not tightly hug anybody, that even included Yoongi. Hugging was not her thing at all, you had to tell her it was yours. If she meets your friends, she had to hug them as if she had not seen them for a year. Every time. Luckily for Bora, you had made no plans this weekend. Unluckily for you, Bora had made plans the entire weekend and most of next week. She was a clothing making goddess with god knows how many Instagram followers, oh, and you had to update her Instagram. You had to write a cheesy quote and post a picture of yourself and later on, you had to congratulate Yoongi on the album on Instagram. What a day this was going to be.

Shopping dresses turned out to be harder than you thought, especially since Bora had something to say about each and every one of them. To slim, to lose, to long, to short, to shiny, not shiny enough and the list would go on.

“This one looks nice” Looking at yourself in the mirror you saw how the dress hung Bora’s body perfectly. Oh, what you would do to have a body like hers, look this good in a dress.

“Next” Rolling your eyes, you went into the dressing room once again. Trying the next dress Bora had picked. Ten dresses later and you found one Bora was happy with. Finally, you thought but before you could leave the shop you saw Bora taking a dress and walk into the dressing room with it. Confused, you sat and waited for her to come out. The two of you had already agreed you would go alone as she had no invitation to the dinner. When Bora came out of the dressing room all you could do was to stare. She had chosen a simple dark blue dress but somehow it fitted your body perfectly. Never had you ever worn a dress like that.

“I’m so buying this for you, it looks killer” She said as she twirled around in the dress in front of the mirror, looking at every angle of the dress. It was a maxi dress that was cut by the left leg, showing of the leg all the way to the thighs. A v-cut by the neck that showed just enough boobs. This was way too much, you would not let her do that for you.

“You can’t do that” As the words left your mouth she turned around. The dress looked so good.

“I can and I will” She confidently spoke before continuing. “You don’t have any dresses like these at home, trust me, I went though your whole wardrobe”

“You did what”

“Trust me, it’s my treat. You’ll look killer on your next date”

Once the both of you had bought dresses time had passed way to fast and it was time for you to get ready for the party. Bora wrote her own number in your phone once she got to know your password from you. Giving out your phone to her just like that gave you anxiety you never even knew you could feel. In the meantime, Bora was just Bora. Confident, unbothered by every obstacle the two of you faced, like if you were supposed to switch phones or not. If this was only for a day you had to hold out. Had to make it. Maybe it was all a test for you. To step up and see the world of the richest people, well you could at least hope. Hope that tomorrow you would wake up in your bed. Safe and sound doing your laundry in the afternoon.

“Are we going with warm or cold tones today?” Bora’s makeup artist woke you up from your thoughts.

“Warm please” She nodded and continued putting makeup on your face. It was calming, nice to have someone do your makeup. Once she was done with your makeup and hair, your anxiety started to kick in. What if you could not fool everyone? What if people would notice? Even if they did, Bora assured you that they would believe it is just the alcohol talking and you tried your best to try and remember that. If anything, they would just believe she is drunk. After taking pictures and sending them to Bora, she picked out the one she liked the most and you posted it, hundreds of likes coming in just after a few seconds, you understood why she had notifications turned off on her phone. As you took a deep breath you heard her phone chime. Weird, she did not have any social media notifications on. Unlocking her phone, you saw that it was a text from Yoongi.

[03:21 PM] Mini Yoon ❤️

- Picking u up in 20

So, you had twenty minutes to spare before Yoongi would pick you up. Might as well listen to his new album so you would not make a fool of yourself. Bora probably heard it about a hundred times by now. Opening up Spotify on Boras phone and putting in some earphones you searched for Agust D’s name and his new album popped up immediately. It had seven tracks and you listened to each and everyone of them, the title track really sticking with you. You loved the low beat in the beginning turning into a faster one in the first verse when Yoongi started rapping even faster than on his previous tracks. Of course, you had listened to his songs before. You liked his music and one of your friends absolutely adored him. This whole album was going to be so successful. You could feel it. A man knocked on your door, announcing your ride to the dinner was here and you walked out of Yoongi’s apartment, taking the elevator to the bottom floor. As you walked out of the apartment complex that looked like a hotel you saw a black car parked at front with a driver with toned windows at the back. The man who had picked you up from the room opened one of the backseat doors and you smiled, bowing slightly at him. Showing your gratitude before getting in. To your disappointment, Yoongi was not in the backseat with you. He was nowhere to be seen and you realized he was probably already at the dinner. So much for waiting for me, you thought. As the car started you heard your phone chime.

[03:48 PM] Soul Twin 🌙

- You’ll do great, I believe in you!

Laughing at the non-suspicious name you and Bora had picked out for each other you smiled at Bora’s reassuring text. She believed in you, now all you had to do was believe in you too.

The car ride over to the dinner was way to short, how were you supposed to collect your thoughts if you only had fifteen minutes to do so? As you stepped out of the car you realized Bora had forgotten to mention the freaking red carpet you had to walk on into the dinner. Cameras was suddenly on you everywhere, shouting her name. Bora look here! Bora, Bora! How does it all feel? BORA! Trying to smile and wave for a bit, working your way over the carpet, desperately trying not to fall because Bora had to choose the hardest freaking high heels to walk in ever. Placing a big fake smile on your face as you do so you drop it immediately the second you enter the fancy building, looking like an expensive ballroom house. Letting out a breath you did not even know you held, you gladly accepted a glass of champagne from the tray of alcohol that was being presented to you. The waitress smiling at you as you took a sip and you smiled back at her before she left into the crowd. As you looked right in front of you, you saw him. In a black casual suit, his hair as white as his smile as he smiled and waved for you to come over. Fuck, you thought. You had almost forgot you had to spend the evening with Yoongi. Stunning, handsome Yoongi who was waving you over to come and join the conversation he was having. Fuck it, finishing your glass of champagne in one go you started to walk over to Yoongi. You just had to make it through the night, right?

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