genre swap

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the penumbra podcast genreswap ; the coyote of second citadel

“You’re no knight! You’re nothing but a bandit!” 

The woman in the stolen armor grinned, and showed Mary-Anne a row of sharp white teeth. “True enough, miss,” she said, “But that beast out there ain’t gonna slay itself.” 

@eternalgirlscout hit me up with the greatest trio of AUs I’ve ever heard in my life lads! im dying and im dead already

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Genre Swap: Crime AU (Skyeward Version)
    »Requested by @lexidexi

         Skye and Grant Ward are at the very top of SHIELD’s most wanted list. Dangerous, resourceful, and completely unpredictable, they’re enough of a threat to rate a team dedicated solely to tracking them down. If only they’d start taking SHIELD as seriously as SHIELD takes them.

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Knight-mage Chell, portaling her way through an ancient dungeon full of traps

I genre-swapped Portal for an art challenge, and it may or may not have become a whole AU…and there may or may not be a part 2 on the way. Or should I say, a part DOS

Re-designing the portal gun and long fall boots into more fantasy-appropriate forms was a fun challenge

Edit: This isn’t Dragon Age related in any way. Sorry!

metamorphia (pt. 1)

prologue

→genre: body swap au

→word count: 10,987

→a/n: pls read the prologue before reading this, bc that’s actually just a drabble-sized pt 1 and is key to knowing what’s going on!!


The origin of body swapping was one that was shrouded in mystery. No one was certain as to where it was derived from, only that it was an idea present in many folktales and fables—never in real life, and certainly never to humans.

So why was it happening to you?

The trek back to the bedroom you had woken up in was an apprehensive one. You were on edge about everything—the steps you took, the noises you heard. Your surroundings were all new to you, and so everything around you was viewed with an unmatched amount of skepticism.

“Dude, you okay?” A voice said from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the noise, whipping around and seeing a boy staring at you with one of his eyes shut from sleep. He wasn’t the same one who had woken you up this morning, but he was still unfamiliar nonetheless.

“Y–yeah,” you stuttered out, stumbling to find the words to speak as your deep tone of voice took you aback. You cleared your throat before continuing. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The boy gave you an unconvinced look. “I’m pretty sure they heard your scream half way across the world,” he snorted.

You blanched before chuckling along with him, rubbing a nervous hand over your head. It was so strange to not have your usual long hair; you went to run your fingers through it, but nothing was there but air. “Oh, I just uh… I hate mornings,” was all you managed to come up with.

He chuckled as well. “Don’t we all,” he said before turning around and heading back to what you assumed was his room.

You immediately ducked out of the living room before any more strangers could spring up out of nowhere, scrambled into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you with a sigh of relief.

“Why are you wearing your towel like that?”

You jumped when you heard the amused voice from across the room, and when you turned to look, you saw it was the first boy you had opened your eyes to this morning.

Where in the world were you right now? So far you had seen three different boys, including yourself, as well as different bedrooms and closed doors lining the halls. This had to be a fraternity or something. Maybe you were in a college dorm room; the boys all seemed to look around that age, anyway. Though it wasn’t like you could just ask this person in front of you where you were. No, you wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on before you had anyone looking at you like you were some sort of crazy person.

Suddenly you remembered the question he had asked, and you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before looking down at your body.

The shock of seeing yourself as a male still hadn’t gone away. You had to admit you were alarmed and let out a little jolt, but then you noticed why he asked about your towel. You had it wrapped around your torso like you would usually wear it.

“Shit,” you breathed before shifting it down to your waist. It felt weird, as if you were exposing your body to him, but you quickly reminded yourself that this was how most men wore towels.

“Hyung, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re acting kind of… different today.” The boy tilted his head to the left a little as he peered up at you with wide eyes from his spot on his bed.

You hadn’t yet gotten a chance to look at him, since his appearance had been the last thing on your mind when you thought he was an intruder in your household, but now that the two of you were staring at each other in silence, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he actually was. He had ravenous dark hair that stood up in different places from having slept on it all night long, a strong, prominent nose to match his strong, prominent jawline, and small, bow-shaped lips that were tinged a satin pink and pressed together in curiosity—but what really caught your attention were his eyes. They were big, and soft, and gave his appearance an innocent and boyish charm that sent the breath of air you were going to use to speak immediately whooshing from your lungs at the sight.

“I…” You tried to form a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out, causing you to open and close your lips like a fish out of water. And you might as well have been one; all of a sudden your mouth was as dry as a desert. “I–”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I won’t bother you anymore,” the boy held his hands up in surrender, sending a smirk your way. “Since I’m up now and probably won’t be able to fall back asleep, I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said as he pushed the covers off of his legs and stood up before disappearing out of the room.

Finally. You didn’t even bother to pick up the towel that fell from your waist and to the floor as you raced around the room, searching for anything that would give away what was happening to you right now. You rummaged through closets, drawers and bags; the only thing you found was a wallet that was sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

You immediately pulled out the I.D. that was situated in the clear flap, recognizing the picture as the same boy you had seen staring back at you in the mirror. Park Jimin, it read. DOB: 10/13/1995.

So he’s only a few months younger than me, you thought to yourself as you continued scanning the card. Your eyes caught on the words that read Seoul, South Korea.

“Seoul?!” You blurted out loud, forgetting all about the people in your proximity who were already wary of your behavior. Were you actually in Seoul right now?

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of a ringtone bleating through the air. You whipped your head towards the noise, spotting the cell phone plugged in that was now vibrating on the nightstand and flashing a random phone number. Upon closer inspection, you saw that it was your phone number.

You darted over to it and pressed accept faster than you could even blink. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Someone spoke your name, and you blanched when you realized the voice on the other end was in fact your own.

“Who is this?!” You yelled frantically.

“Oh thank god,” they breathed a sigh of relief. “I called a few minutes ago but you didn’t answer. Listen, I don’t really know how to say this, but I think–”

“Are you Park Jimin?” You asked, too impatient to wait for them to finish.

“Yes!” The person exclaimed. “Yes, yes, I’m Park Jimin. Are you Y/N?”

“Yes!” You answered with an equal amount of relief. “What the hell is going on?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Jimin said, and you tried to ignore the fact that hearing your own voice being spoken to you was starting to creep you out. “You don’t know?”

“No I don’t know!” You snapped. “All I know is that when I went to sleep last night I was myself, and when I woke up I was attacked by some kid screaming about an alarm!”

“Oh, that was probably Jungkookie,” he told you with a hint of a giggle. “He really doesn’t like the song I have set as my alarm. But the only reason I do it is because I know it will make him get up–”

“Okay, that’s not really important right now,” you interrupted him in a harsh voice.

“Sorry,” Jimin quickly apologized, instantly dismissing the subject. “Well, I woke up to some guy feeling me up from behind! How do you think I felt?!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth as a humorless chuckle of surprise threatened to escape your lips. “That’s my boyfriend, Jaebum,” you explained apologetically. You had forgotten all about him staying over last night at your apartment, what with all the craziness that had happened this morning.

“Your boyfriend?!” Jimin screeched. “You mean I’m going to have to fend off this horny bastard even more? Sorry Y/N, but I think you may be single by the time all of this is over.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him in a stern tone. “And what do you mean by the time all of this is over? What is all of this?!”

“I don’t know!” He yelled in exasperation. “I only know just as much as you!”

You sighed, hoping that the pent up anger and nerves would wash away with the breath escaping your lungs, though it did nothing to settle your pounding heart. “Just…” You stopped, running a hand through your newly-shortened hair. “Tell me where I am.”

“You’re in Seoul, South Korea, in a dorm room.”

I knew it, you thought to yourself as Jimin continued on.

“There are six other guys there with you: Jungkook is my roommate, the one who woke you up. There’s also Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung, but they’re in different rooms.”

“What do you study?” You couldn’t stop your curiosity from taking over.

There was a beat of silence on his end. “What?” He asked in confusion.

“In school,” you proceeded to explain. “You said I’m in a dorm room, so I’m assuming you go to a university of some sort. So, what do you study?”

Another moment passed before Jimin was suddenly intaking a sharp breath of air. “No, Y/N,” he said, his voice strangely calm and somewhat shaky. “You’re in a dorm because I’m in a kpop group.”

It took you a few seconds to register what he said before you were laughing out loud, the first time you had truly laughed since you’d woken up. “You’re joking, right?” You managed in between breaths.

“No,” he sounded over the receiver, his tone very serious compared to your lighthearted one.

“Wait,” you stopped, your laughter immediately halting in your throat. “What?”

“I’m an idol, in a kpop group called BTS,” he explained solemnly.

All color drained from your face as he continued to talk, but you had stopped listening long ago. You couldn’t listen even if you wanted to; it was like your body had shut down, keeping you from completing simple tasks such as seeing and hearing. His words got lost in your head, swirling with the other chaotic thoughts that took over your mind and overwhelmed it into a silent state of shock. He had to be joking at this point. This was all just one big, giant joke, and when you closed your eyes and opened them again, you would be back in your normal body. You were certain of it.

Keeping the phone on your ear but not fully comprehending anything that was being said, you crawled back into bed before your legs could give out and send you collapsing to the floor, drawing the blankets over your naked body and letting your head sink into the comfort of the pillow beneath you. This is all a dream, you kept repeating to yourself as your eyelids fluttered shut beyond your control. Surely things will be back to normal if you just go back to sleep. This is all just a dream.


“Hyung?” You heard a voice ring through the silence and startle you from your slumber.

You adjusted your eyes to the light, blinking them a few times before settling on the sight of the shirtless boy before you. “No,” you breathed out, closing your eyes and rubbing them vigorously before opening them again.

The same boy was still peering down at you, a curious look on his face.

“No!” You repeated louder this time, throwing your head back in frustration before flailing your limbs on the mattress. “Why didn’t it work?!”

“Why didn’t what work?” The boy asked nonchalantly, finally walking away to head towards his side of the room.

You quickly sat up, watching his every movement as he gathered his clothes from the drawer. The only thing concealing his body from your eyes was a thin towel around his waist, leaving the toned muscles in his back and broad shoulders exposed to you. The way they rippled beneath his skin as he moved started to transfix you; you watched as he bent over, his biceps straining as he suddenly dropped the towel to pull on his underwear.

“Oh my god!” You all but screeched, covering your eyes with one hand and holding out the other to obscure his private area from view. “What are you doing?!”

“What?” He laughed at your reaction.

“For god sakes, cover up! Have some decency!”

“…Dude, everyone always changes in front of each other…” He chuckled again, though this time there was a hint of confusion and wariness to his voice.

You froze at his words. What were you doing; you had to convince him that you were Jimin, not some random girl from across the world! You cleared your throat before reluctantly uncovering your eyes and lowering your hands, thankful to see that he now had his underwear on.

He then tossed the wet towel onto his bed, now exposing his bottom half to you as well as he walked towards his closet. You couldn’t help but notice that the black boxer briefs he had on hugged his thighs in all right places, making it very clear just how in-shape this kid actually was.

“Are you gonna get up?” A voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and crashing down with it came the realization that you had been caught staring at him.

You blinked back up at the boy’s eyes, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks at the sight of the smirk playing on his lips. He must’ve been the one Jimin was telling you about, Jungkook.

Jimin. You had forgotten all about the boy you had been on the phone with and passed out on. You quickly searched for your phone on the bed next to you, only to see that the call had ended.

“W-what?” You stuttered out once you remembered he had asked a question, careful to avoid eye contact in fear that he would somehow see straight into your soul—your soul that didn’t belong to Park Jimin.

“Are you gonna get up? We have to leave soon, you know,” Jungkook asked again as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

Your stomach dropped at his words. They couldn’t really be kpop artists, could they? No, Jimin must have been playing some sick, cruel joke on you. “Leave to go where?” You asked.

Jungkook eyed you peculiarly. “The venue…” He trailed off. “We have a show tonight. How could you forget?”

You froze, heat starting at the base of your palms and spreading throughout your nerve endings, tightening your throat in its clutches. “Like… A show for BTS?” You had to say the group name Jimin had told you so Jungkook could confirm if it was a lie or not.

“I know right?” Jungkook chuckled, and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words until he continued. “That’s what it feels like sometimes. But at least this is the last day of promotions at Inkigayo and then we’ll be ready to learn a new dance.”

Inkigayo? Promotions? Dance? You had to call Jimin again.

You abruptly shot up in your seat, causing the blanket that was around you to fall from your waist and expose your nude lower half. “Shit,” you cursed, scrambling to cover yourself up again.

Jungkook just laughed. “You’re still not dressed either? You better hurry, or Sejin-hyung is gonna be pissed.”

You frowned, not knowing at all who this person was; but while you’re stuck in Jimin’s body, you figured you probably didn’t want to anger them. You started to stand up, awkwardly shifting the blankets to shield yourself from the boy’s view.

His melodic laughter rang through the air again. “Relax, hyung, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Just how close were these guys?

“Ugh, here,” Jungkook groaned playfully, walking over and handing you the towel you had dropped on the floor. “It’s literally painful to watch you struggle like that.”

You could tell he was making a joke, but you weren’t in the mood—especially not with this stranger. “Thanks,” you took the towel, finally relaxing once it was secure around your waist.

Jungkook just stood there, staring at you with an amused glint in his eye as you debated what your first plan of action should be. “Um…” You started, trying to avert your eyes from the blindingly-toned muscles of his stomach. You couldn’t get anything done with him revealing himself like that. “Can you put a shirt on?”

The boy snickered before walking to his closet and pulling out a plain t-shirt. “You’re right, before I scold you I should probably get my shit together.” He kept his back towards you as he continued dressing, and you took that as an opportunity to grab the first articles of clothing you found in a drawer and dash towards the bathroom, clutching Jimin’s cellphone at your side.

Unfortunately, the living room wasn’t as desolate as it had been earlier. “Morning, Jiminie,” you heard a voice call, and soon a taller boy who you had never seen before was coming into view. “You look kind of flustered this morning. Are you okay?”

“Hobi, don’t pester him,” another new face scolded from the kitchen. “Can’t you see he has to hurry? He hasn’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you couldn’t help it; who were all these people? You opened your mouth to speak but never actually got anything out before continuing your trek to the bathroom.

Once inside with the door securely shut and locked, you immediately dialed your number again.

“Y/N!” You heard your voice yelp after only one ring. “Where were you?! I was afraid something happened!”

“You have to help me, Jimin,” you spoke in a low tone, clutching the phone to your face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do. There are all these guys popping up out of no where, and Jungkook is saying something about a concert tonight and I just–”

“Oh shit, Inkigayo,” he cursed on the other end. “I completely forgot!”

“Yeah, oh shit is right!” You yelled frantically. “What the fuck do I do?!”

“Just calm down, calm down. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it?!” You interrupted his consoling. “Because the most you have to worry about is my horny boyfriend trying to have sex with you. I have an entire country waiting to watch me be Park Jimin tonight!”

“Please don’t remind me!” Jimin lowered his voice to a hiss. “I figured I would get up and make breakfast, since that would get him off my back, you know? But no, then he decides to come in there and try to fuck me on the kitchen counter! I’m going insane!”

“Oh my god, just kick him out or something, I don’t care,” you quickly brushed him off. “What am I supposed to do about the millions of people expecting me to be you?!”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you sing?”

“What? Oh no no no, we’re not actually going through with this,” you spoke as if he was crazy.

“Well do you have a better idea while we try to figure it out?!” He barked.

“Well we could try actually telling them, for one,” you stated the obvious choice with a glance at the door, careful to keep your voice low from suspecting ears.

“Yeah, I thought about that,” Jimin replied, his voice not as venomous as it was before. “But do you actually think they would believe us? I don’t know how we’d prove it to them.”

You sighed, wracking your brain of every possible outcome you could think of, but nothing that could be useful came to mind. “You could talk to them?” You suggested meekly.

“Oh, me as in Y/N? Some girl they’ll think is in on the prank we’re trying to pull?” He tutted sarcastically, immediately dismissing it. “Any other ideas?”

“You could answer any of their questions,” you offered, desperate to figure out a loophole. “Something that only Park Jimin would know.”

“They would still think that we pre-planned it, Y/N,” Jimin sighed, and you could tell he was shaking his head. “Trust me, I’ve already thought of everything. There’s no way out of this.”

“There has to be!” You whined, tossing your head back and emitting a loud groan. Just then the doorknob jiggled, and you were suddenly thankful you remembered to lock the door. “Shit, someone’s coming,” you whispered into the phone.

“Jimin, are you okay in there?” A voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You covered the end of the phone to holler before going back to Jimin. “Quick, tell me everything I need to know before I go.”

“Okay, so I'm—er, you're—a singer and dancer for BTS. We just released a new song, so we’ve been going on music shows and doing promotions for it. Today’s the last performance on Inkigayo.”

“Who is Sejin?” You asked, suddenly remembering when Jungkook had mentioned him earlier.

“Sejin is our manager—why? Did something happen?!” Jimin asked, his voice suddenly turning frantic.

“No, no, don’t worry,” you put your hands up to settle him down, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Jungkook told me that I better hurry this morning, or else Sejin-hyung was gonna be pissed. I just didn’t know who he was.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s our manager. Really nice guy, but you don’t wanna piss him off,” he said before speaking up again. “Wait, can you tell the rest of the members apart?”

“The rest of the members?” You dead-panned, finally pulling on your clothes at the mention of their hot-headed manager. “I don’t even remember their names.”

“Well you better learn them now, because they’re your brothers for the time being,” he said. “You already know Jungkookie, so I’ll skip over him. Now, Taehyung is–”

“Jimin, hurry the fuck up!” A different voice suddenly rasped, accompanied by a loud banging on the other side of the door. “We’re leaving in five, and Tae won’t stop bitching about having to pee!”

“Tell him to use the other bathroom,” Jimin sounded into your ear.

“Um…” You hesitated before reluctantly following orders. “Use the other bathroom!” You called out to the stranger behind the door before cowering away and anticipating his response.

The boy only grumbled in annoyance under his breath before stalking away, leaving you alone once again to your phone call.

“That was Yoongi,” Jimin stated before you even had a chance to ask. “I could tell by his voice. He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep. Remember that.”

“Um… Okay…” you trailed off, wondering if you even needed to be warned about that. It’s doubtful that you’ll do much of any talking today anyways, preferring to just sit back and observe for the time being—at least until you had a grasp on whatever was going on.

“If you need to go to anyone for help, go to Namjoon hyung; he’s the one with his hair shaved on the sides. He’s the leader of BTS, so he’s really responsible when it comes to problems.” Just then there was a loud bang in the background on Jimin’s end, and there was a slight pause before he spoke again. “Fuck, I think Jaebum’s coming back down. Give me some pointers for him, would ya?”

“He likes getting his dick sucked,” you snickered.

Jimin didn’t seem to think it was funny, though. “I’m serious!” He huffed before his voice abruptly caught in his throat. “Gotta go,” he quickly mumbled before the line went dead.

You sighed, stressfully running your fingers through your hair again. Great. Now you were approximately 0% closer to figuring out what you were going to do about today.

There was another bang at the door. “Jimin!” A deeper voice you hadn’t heard yet rang through your eardrums. “The van is leaving now! Let’s go!”

You cursed to yourself, quickly tossing the t-shirt you had grabbed over your head and opening the door. “Coming!” You yelled out to no one in particular. Hopefully your voice sounded more confident than you felt.


Well, the good news was that the car ride to the concert venue was an eye-opening, informational one.

The bad news was that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

All six of the other members were there; you made the total number come to seven. Of course you recognized Jungkook, already resenting him for ruining your morning. The way he slumped back in his seat, silent music floating through the outlet of his ear-buds and innocent eyes staring at the passing scenery through the etched glass of the window as if he had no idea of the turmoil he had caused you, did nothing but light a burning hatred aflame in your heart akin to no other.

You may be misdirecting your anger onto him, but you didn’t care. You already didn’t like this boy.

You recognized the second guy who had stopped you on your way back from the shower—the one who had called you out on your scream. He adorned a black mask that covered the bottom half of his face with the white outline of a teddy bear snout on it, as well as round sunglasses that clung around the back of his head and rested atop the nape of his neck. You wondered which of the names was his that Jimin had listed.

You also recognized Hobi as the third to greet you, since that’s what the other boy who scolded him from the kitchen had called him, though you didn’t remember the name ‘Hobi’ being on Jimin’s list. His forehead was shrouded by tufts of slightly wavy, shaggy brown hair, and you could tell that he had cleaned up considerably since you’d first seen him.

Soon your eyes caught on the shaved hair that Jimin had spoken of, and it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that that must be BTS’ leader, Namjoon. You studied his appearance: long, lanky body, dark, loose-fitting clothing, and a pair of wire-framed glasses that sat atop the bridge of his small button nose. He was attractive though he didn’t seem like the leader type, but you weren’t one to judge a book by its cover—plus, Jimin had said you could rely on him, so you were sure to make a mental note of that in the back of your mind for later.

Other than that, the final two boys were completely unrecognizable; you had never seen them before in your life. One of them must’ve been Yoongi, since Jimin said that was who was banging on the bathroom door, but you just didn’t know which one.

He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep, Jimin’s words from earlier came flooding back to you.

Small and innocent, huh? Well, one of the two boys looked 6 feet tall and had shoulders the size of a plane’s wingspan, so you assumed it was the other. Which meant that the wingspan boy must be the one who scolded Hobi in the kitchen.

See, it didn’t take long for you to figure out this puzzle. Being Park Jimin would be a piece of cake.

“Okay, does everyone remember their lines for the opening act tonight?” A man called back from the passenger’s seat.

Shit.

“I do!” A deep voice floated from the young boy with the bear mask over his mouth. “I was reading over the script all night long.”

“He’s not lying,” Hobi chimed in with a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I had to tell him to turn off the light three times.”

“And after that, the brightness on his phone,” the leader added with a roll of his eyes. “He had it turned up all the way so it would reflect off the paper.”

“It’s not my fault you guys are light sleepers!” The bear boy shot back. “Who the hell can’t fall asleep because a light is on?”

“It’s too early for this,” Yoongi opened his eyes to groan, only to close them right back again and massage his temples.

A silence fell over the vehicle after that, everyone getting lost in the worlds of their phones, their music, or the back of their eyelids. You decided to do the latter, welcoming the darkness as it soothed your mind and took over your anarchic thoughts.


“Stop, Y/N!” Jaebum protested while curling his fingers around yours and attempting to pull you back. “What are you doing?”

“Come on!” You giggled, the light sound of your laughter flitting through the darkness of the empty hallway. “It’s this way!”

“We’re not sneaking onto the stage,” he stated, an edge to his voice that made it clear he didn’t approve of the spontaneous adventure you were forcing him on. “We shouldn’t even be back here in the first place! Let’s just leave before we get caught.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that? Live a little, Jae!”

The two of you came to the end of the hallway—excitement coursing through your veins and anxiety through his—as you were now face to face with the curtain that separated backstage from the main stage. You and your boyfriend were at a concert event hours before the show started and it just so happened that during your stroll around the venue, the back door to the arena had been left opened and unattended. Jaebum (being Jaebum) had been completely against the idea of taking a peek inside, but of course you (being you) had to check it out. Curiosity got the best of you; what was the worst they could do, tell you to get out? In your opinion it was worth it for a chance to see the stage from the performer’s point of view.

So that’s how you ended up here, tugging on your reluctant boyfriend’s hand as you ushered him farther into the depths of the building. Each step you took got you closer to the stage, you could feel it, and just before you could pull back the curtain and see the bright lights of the stadium seats, there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you guys aren’t supposed to be back here!” A petite woman in a badge around her neck labeled ‘staff’ barked out.

“Sorry, I was just telling my friend here the same thing,” Jaebum looked pointedly at you. “We were just leaving,” he continued as he practically dragged you back down the hall. “We’re so sorry, ma’am.”


The view from the stage looked glorious.

There were more lights than you could’ve ever imagined, lining not only the seats but also the front and sides of the stage, as well as the ceiling which was adorned with giant black speakers as well. Hundreds upon hundreds of chairs lined the walls for as far as the eye could see, all facing forward with one focal point in mind: you. The sight made you realize just how small you actually were; similar to looking up at the bright stars on a clear night, everything appeared so far away—as if your problems didn’t matter as much as they once seemed.

Your only wish was that you were seeing this back then, the day you had snuck into the arena with Jaebum, rather than in the body of some stranger about to perform on Inkigayo with BTS.

“Okay, so the run-through for tonight includes the intro skit, and then from there you’ll go straight into the comeback stage,” an unfamiliar face, probably someone Park Jimin should know, barked out orders through the ear piece all of you were instructed to wear.

Fear started to trickle into you at his words as the severity of what was about to happen finally hit you: you didn’t have a single clue what you were supposed to do. Sure you had secretly watched BTS performance videos on the ride here (all of which included some very difficult dance moves), keeping an eye on the one you recognized as Jimin after glancing at yourself in the rear view mirror several times, but that still wasn’t enough to sate the anxiety rising in your chest. You had no one to turn to, no one to ask questions for help, not even Namjoon, because Park Jimin should already know this. And you never imagined how alone that would make you feel until it was happening, and now it was too late.

Thank god the staff gave you extra scripts for the intro skit this morning, or else you would’ve been even more screwed than you already are.

“Let’s take it from the top, exactly how it’s going to be done tonight,” the producer, you’re assuming, yelled out. “So Seulgi just mentioned BTS’ many wins with their new title track, and then the camera pans over to you guys. And, action.”

You stared blankly down at your script before blinking wide eyes at the other members, completely lost as to what you all were doing. But fortunately, they seemed to know better than you. Or maybe that was unfortunately; they made you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Ah, I can’t believe it’s our last show!” Namjoon cried in disappointment.

“It seems like we just learned the dance yesterday,” the boy with the bear mask (that was now abandoned in his pocket) said, and then he proceeded to break down into a signature move from the dance.

“Taehyung, you’re supposed to sing the line from the chorus while you’re doing the move,” the producer interrupted the scene.

And you studied all night long,” Hobi teased.

“That part wasn’t in the script!” The bear boy, who you now knew was named Taehyung, complained.

“It says ‘sing and dance the chorus’, can you suddenly not read?” Yoongi pointed to the script with a straight face, causing the other members to snicker.

“Mine just says dance!”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” the producer quickly cut in to stop the bickering. “Now you know that I want you to dance and sing the chorus, got it?”

Taehyung grew silent, his lips pressed into a straight line as he nodded his head, and you could tell he was more affected than he lead on by the scolding he received. Though he repeated the scene correctly this time, it was done with less enthusiasm, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. But then the room grew quiet, and suddenly all eyes were on you and you were frozen dead in your tracks.

“Jimin, do you not know your lines?” The producer sighed at you.

It took longer than you’d like to admit to realize that he was speaking directly to you. “Oh! Uh, no sir. I mean yes sir, I know them,” you painfully stumbled over your words as you awkwardly waved the script in the air.

“Well then what’s the problem?” He asked.

You gulped before speaking again; man, these idol people sure were intimidating. “There isn’t a problem,” you shot back as sweetly as you could muster, despite the growing annoyance you felt at the way he was treating you and Taehyung so far.

There was a sigh before the voice in your ear spoke again. “Alright, lets start back from the top.”

You furiously started looking at your lines to read ahead and figure out your parts. So you were supposed to cut in after J-Hope, whoever that was, yelled something about hoping to win tonight’s award at Inkigayo too.

Wow, these guys won every award at these major music shows? Why hadn’t you heard of them before? This just goes to show that you needed to get your nose out of your books in college. The world was happening around you, and you were too busy studying to notice.

It wasn’t until the other members started talking around you that you realized the producer must’ve directed you to take it from the top, and when you heard a bold voice exclaim the lines before your own (you quickly turned around to identify which boy was J-Hope; turns out, he’s the same person as Hobi), you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“Well the fans have to be the judge of that, Hyung,” you started, your voice the epitome of bad acting as you paused before awkwardly gesturing your hand out to the empty stadium seats around you. “Why don’t we show them what we’re made of?”

There was the sound of the speaker cutting in. “Jimin, are you slow?”

You blinked your eyes in confusion. “…Excuse me?”

“I said are you slow; do you have an intellectual developmental disorder?” The producer spoke in a dry voice.

You wanted to scoff because you knew what he was asking was offensive, though you were too taken aback and out of place to even think straight. “No…”

“Then stop acting like it,” he barked before the speaker cut off and he gestured his hand for everyone to take it from the top again. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in disbelief at the sheer audacity of his words.

You knew it wasn’t your place, but who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Excuse me!” You were quickly raising your hand to get his attention, simply unable to contain yourself or remain silent in the body of Park Jimin any longer.

The producer raised an eyebrow before cutting in over the speaker again. “Yes?”

You suddenly felt intimidated by all the eyes on you, though you tried to clear your throat and stand your ground. “I don’t really think you can talk to me like that,” you began in a cautious voice that grew stronger with each word.

All the boys snapped their heads to you in bewilderment, the fear in their eyes telling you just how grave of a mistake that you’ve made by talking back to your superior, but you didn’t really see the harm in it. Hey, you were Park Jimin, member of the global sensation BTS, right? You deserved respect just as much as you had to give to others, and so far this man has proven three times that he wasn’t worthy and abused his power by being, to put it simply, an asshole.

There was a stretch of silence that hung in the air before the producer finally spoke again. “I can talk to you however I want,” he hissed out in a strangely calm tone. “And if you want your ass on that stage tonight, I suggest you learn your place.”

The threat was meant to be chilling as you physically heard the breath escape the lungs of your fellow members next to you, though you couldn’t care less—maybe you should’ve, since this was Jimin’s life you were affecting, not your own—but quite frankly, you didn’t want to be on stage tonight. You didn’t want any of this.

So you silently shook your head before throwing your script down on the ground and stepped out from your designated spot. “Then count me out,” was all you said as you stalked off stage.


“I can’t do it, Jimin.”

You were pacing back and forth in an empty dressing backstage with your phone to your ear and your fingers on your temples, desperately trying to massage away the headache that was growing larger with each passing second. “I can’t be you. That guy is a dick and I won’t put up with that bullshit treatment. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Listen, Y/N, just calm down and think about this for a moment.” Jimin was trying to console you on the other end—albeit a bit frantically, since this was his life on the line. “The producer at Inkigayo has always been a dick; it’s known throughout the idol community. But sometimes you just gotta be professional and suck it up.”

“While he gets to get away with being the most unprofessional out of all of us? Uh uh, I don’t think so.” You were quickly shaking your head as your wave of stubbornness resurfaced.

“That’s his job, Y/N. He barks orders at idols and tells them what to do and say on the show. I know you may not like it, but you’re not you right now, you’re me. So if you could please just keep your mouth shut and roll with the punches and remain as compliant as possible, I would really appreciate it.”

You rolled your eyes and parted your lips to reply before your words got caught in your throat at the sound of someone walking into the room. “Gotta go,” you quickly mumbled to Jimin before ending the call right as Jungkook came into view.

“Hey,” the boy said in a voice that was steady yet wary as he looked at you with a tinge of sympathy in his eyes. “Are… you okay?”

You let out a sigh before flopping down onto the couch behind you. Just when was this boy going to leave you alone? “I’m fine,” you replied in a clipped tone.

Jungkook nibbled his bottom lip before deciding to take a seat next to you, and suddenly there was a heat emanating from his body so strongly that you had to scoot away in order to put some much needed distance between you two.

“Everyone knows Jang Sukjin-nim can be a real pain in the ass—I mean hey, I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve wanted to tell him off in the past,” he shook his head with a light chuckle that had you lifting your head to meet his eyes. “What you did was real badass, hyung. I’ve never seen you act out that way before. I wish I had as much courage as you to stand up for myself.”

It was when he put a comforting hand on your shoulder than your entire body tensed up, the weight of his limb sinking down into your stomach until a knot the size of Africa had formed in its wake and was pulling you down. You tried to swallow, but your throat was suddenly dry.

“Thanks, but shouldn’t we be getting back in there?” You shot up from your seat at the speed of light while a nervous chuckle escaped your lips and your sweaty palms rubbed against your pants, almost completely forgetting about why you’d left the stage in the first place as the boy’s hand fell from your shoulder and back to his side. “I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.”

Jungkook nodded and stood to his feet, completely oblivious to your strange behavior. “Good thinking. Sejin-hyung isn’t too happy about this, so the less you keep them waiting, the better.”

Your face blanched at that. Just how many people had you gotten Jimin in trouble with by your little act of defiance? You never knew kpop idols had so many rules.


Putting up with Jang Sukjin for the rest of the day was dreadful, but as much as you felt the urge to dive across the soundboard and strangle him with your bare hands, you were able to keep yourself under control for Jimin’s sake. What made it worse was that you weren’t the only one who got foul treatment, though you simply gritted your teeth and forced a smile every time one of his rude remarks or hostile orders came flying out of his mouth, having to repeat the words compliant and complacent, compliant and complacent over and over again just to keep yourself in check.

After all, a grumpy producer was the least of your worries.

“Jimin, what’s gotten into you today?” Hobi (or J-Hope as the staff called him—you still weren’t sure which was right) turned around with a frown of concern as you messed up yet another dance move by just stalling in place and watching the others rather than actually moving.

Maybe it would help if you actually knew the choreography.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like yourself,” the boy you recognized as the leader chimed in, and you had to physically restrain yourself from tutting.

That was the understatement of the century.

“I don’t know man, I’m just not feeling well today,” you shook your head and ran a frustrated hand through your hair as if this sudden forgetfulness was just as strange to you as it was to them. “My mind’s all cloudy and it’s hard to think straight.”

“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit,” Jungkook worriedly nibbled on his bottom lip.

The smaller one, Yoongi, scoffed. “That wouldn’t help any; he hasn’t done anything all day.”

“Well maybe he just needs some water or something–”

“Guys, really, I’m fine,” you interrupted their bickering since you knew it was pointless. “Let’s just take it from the top.”

The boys all gave you a wary look before Hobi finally gestured for the song to start playing again, and once the now-familiar song started blaring through the speakers, you were just as lost as you had been the first twenty times.

It wasn’t until you physically bumped into the boy with the shoulders of a plane wingspan, who you’ve learned throughout the practice was named Jin, that the music cut to a stop as your ass met the floor with a hard plop!

You didn’t know why you were even trying. It’s not like you could pick up the choreography within a day when you were already supposed to know it.

There were gasps of concern, fits of laughter and groans of frustration that emitted from the people around you when Jin came rushing over to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes at this point.

“Maybe you had the right idea when you stormed away earlier.” Sukjin’s voice blared over the speakers with a sneer that had your teeth grinding together in sheer annoyance at the sound. “Off the stage. Now.”

Jimin was going to be so disappointed in you.


You were forced to watch the rest of BTS practice their stage without the help of Jimin, and though you weren’t familiar with the song, even you could see the obvious holes in the choreography where someone was clearly missing. Their fans wouldn’t be happy with this, and you knew because that’s exactly why manager Sejin had chewed you out for an hour after getting kicked off.

But that was pointless to dwell on, because now you were finally taking a snack break with the rest of the members and were thankfully away from any superiors who could give you shit and potentially punish Jimin in the long run.

No, now all you had to deal with was the disappointment from Jimin’s brothers, which was a lot less brutal but still just as shitty.

“I don’t get it,” Yoongi shook his head over a container of kimchi before looking back at you. “How do you just forget the entire dance? I mean how long have we been rehearsing this? We just won at Music Bank the other night.”

“Hyung, chill out,” Taehyung interjected in your defense through a mouthful of rice.

“I mean, I’m just saying,” Yoongi shook his head again with a sigh before resuming his meal.

You chose to stay out of it and remain silent at the end of the table with your boxed lunch, feet in the chair and knees to your chest as the guilt ate you alive of if you even should be allowed to eat this food provided for you when you didn’t actually do anything today. It wasn’t like you to feel bad about something that was out of your control, but this was too real. You were submersed in Jimin’s life, surrounded by Jimin’s friends; you were Jimin. And the more you began to realize this wasn’t just a dream you could wake yourself up to escape from, the more reality began to leave a giant lump in your throat.

You missed home. You missed your family and your friends, your boyfriend Jaebum, your apartment. Hell, you even missed university, and that was something you never thought you’d say. What you wouldn’t give to be in the library right now flipping through old pages of textbooks rather than spending time with a kpop group.

The sound of someone sitting down in the chair next to you stirred you from your thoughts, and when you looked up from your meal, you saw that it was Jungkook.

“You, my friend, are having the roughest day in the history of rough days,” he smirked in amusement as he retrieved one of the boxes from the center of the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle this much, and that’s saying a lot. I’ve seen you try to talk to girls, hyung.”

Your lips parted as you stared at the goofy grin on his features, his eyes full of mirth and steady on you as he placed the chicken between his chopsticks into his mouth. And though you’ve never properly met Jimin before, you couldn’t help but find the younger boy’s teasing rather amusing. After all, it wasn’t you he was actually making fun of.

Only it was, and you figured while you were stuck inside Jimin’s body and had already fucked up enough with his career, you might as well defend his pride while you could. You owed him that much at least.

“Yah, is that hyung I heard you say? Is that any way to treat your elders then?!” You quickly whacked him on the arm though your scolding was only lighthearted and playful, the laughter falling from Jungkook’s lips letting you know he didn’t take your actions to heart.

You watched the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes sparkled with happiness, unable to remember the last time you’ve seen—or if you’ve ever seen—a smile that big while someone was laughing. For some reason, the elated sound made your heart flutter.

It was then that you were quickly shutting back down and closing yourself off behind the invisible barrier that you built around the chair that you were currently residing in, quickly occupying your mouth with food so you could keep yourself busy and unresponsive.

Jungkook, again, didn’t notice your strange behavior. “Does this lack of memorization have anything to do with that deafening scream you let out in the bathroom first thing this morning?”

You instantly froze. There’s no way he could know about the body swap, right?! But the longer you watched Jungkook casually stuffing his face as if he hasn’t eaten in a year, the more you realized he didn’t actually realize the gravity of his words.

You felt yourself visibly relax. “I don’t know what you mean. Don’t you scream every time you look in the mirror and see that ugly face of yours staring back?”

Jungkook let out a scoff before playfully returning the whack to your arm that you gave him earlier. You ignored the way your skin rose with goosebumps in the place that his hand touched. “So does that mean you screamed because you saw your sad excuse of a face?”

“No, I screamed because I woke up to yours.”

It was partly true; you had awoken without a clue who this stranger was, and that definitely aided in the terrified shriek that left your lips when you were brought face to face with someone else looking back at you in the mirror this morning. Jungkook, however, didn’t have to know that, and so your response worked just as well when disguised as a deadpanned insult.

You weren’t aware that anyone had been listening in on your conversation, but that fact was made apparent as a booming roar of laughter suddenly erupted from Taehyung on the other side of the younger boy. “Damn Jimin, that’s a good one.”

“Yeah, you’re normally sickeningly sweet to Jungkookie.” Hobi made a face of disgust before laughing along with Tae. “Who are you today?!”

It was through the boys’ oblivious amusement that you felt your heart drop, finally realizing your biggest mistake yet: if you wanted to pass as Park Jimin, you had to act like him, and you had no idea how to do that.


Unfortunately, your rest from interrogation (aka lunch) came to a much-too-fast end and soon it was back to slouching in one of the stadium chairs in the front row and watching the other members practice like you were some kid that had to be put in time out. Thankfully, this also put you at an advantage since you could study their dance moves from back here and try to engrave them in your mind as soon as possible before you got yourself into any more serious trouble.

You resisted the urge to pull out your phone and text Jimin with profuse apologies and instead focused on the members’ footwork. That seemed to be the hardest part, because while you weren’t much of a dancer lest it be while drunkenly stumbling through a nightclub, you still found it fairly easy to get the gist of things after repeatedly seeing it for what felt like a hundred times. Well, the gist of things for the chorus, at least—that was a start, right?

No, it was the details that were tripping you up—quite literally—and so you resorted to watching their feet move in ways that looked like a piece of cake until you actually got up there and attempted to do them yourself.

“Stop,” Sukjin’s voice, that you’ve grown to despise with every fiber of your being, was barking through the loud speaker as his hands waved through the air with a frustrated shake of his head. “Jungkook, you’re off tempo. I don’t know how they do it over there at Music Bank, but here at Inkigayo we like everything to be done with precision. Understand?”

You visibly clenched your fists by your side as your eyes snapped over to the younger boy in the center of the stage. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned down into a frown, though before he could let any other emotion show, he quickly cleared his face until his features were expressionless and his head was nodding silently.

You let your jaw slack as you sat there in awe. How was he able to say nothing, absolutely nothing in response to a man who hadn’t done anything but shit on everyone all day? I mean, you weren’t an expert by any means, but you had been paying attention and their moves were perfectly in sync. It seemed like now this man was being rude simply to hear himself talk.

“He did it perfectly,” you heard yourself interjecting before you knew what you were doing.

Everyone, including Jungkook, directed their attention to you. “Excuse me?” Sukjin scrunched his face as if he couldn’t believe you had the sheer audacity to speak after all this time.

You glanced at Jungkook, who was softly yet frantically shaking his head with a worried expression, before turning back to the producer. “I said,” you exhaled as your rose to your feet, “he was doing it perfectly. Stop being such an asshole and let them do their job as performers.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop as the arena became silent around you, each person waiting with bated breath to see what Sukjin would say in response to a much-needed call out on his nasty character.

“I want you out of my sight,” he finally seethed in a voice that was so angry you could almost see fire shooting from his ears. “You’re never allowed back here inside Inkigayo under any circumstances, do you hear me? You’ve just cost your group a seventh member at this establishment.”

You felt your lungs deflate in your chest with the breath that you hadn’t known you were holding, a lump lodging its way into your throat and a sinking feeling in your stomach at the knowledge that you’ve now quite possibly ruined Jimin’s career. But you were too stubborn to let your feelings be shown.

“Gladly,” you responded with a hiss, and then you spun around on your heel and marched out of the music hall.


“What the fuck happened in there?!” Manager Sejin roared when he said you stalking out towards the van in the parking lot.

You let out a sigh. “I got kicked out, hyung,” you threw in the honorific as you had heard the others do to get on his good side.

Apparently it didn’t work. “What do you mean you got kicked out?! What the hell has gotten into you today?!”

You could now see why Jimin had told you this morning on the phone that you don’t want to piss this man off. Though his words weren’t particularly alarming or unexpected, it was his large and looming figure that towered over yours or the way his face lit up bright red and bulged with veins that had a sliver of fear prickling within you.

“I—I don’t know, okay,” you paused before admitting, your shoulders deflating in defeat as you looked down at the ground. “He was bullying everyone all day and I’d just had enough.”

“Well that’s great and all, but today is not the day you get to play fucking martyr,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re supposed to be on that stage because you have the last show tonight, and I’ll be damned if that gets ruined because of fucking Jang Sukjin!”

Apparently this guy has a reputation. Who’d have thought?

“I can’t do it, hyung,” you shook your head back and forth with a frown. “I’m not feeling myself today, I don’t know why. I can’t do it.”

You were surprised to see his face soften a bit. “What’s going on, Jimin? Is this something serious? Do we have to get you to the doctor?”

The thought was entertained in your mind for longer than you’d like to admit. The doctor’s might not be a bad idea; maybe they’d know something about the body swap.

But you knew it was no use. You’ve heard ancient folktales about “soul swapping” before, and that’s exactly what they were: folktales. Nobody in their right mind with a college degree in the medical field would believe you’re not who you say you are. You’d sooner be sent to the insane asylum before they’d help you.

“No, it’s fine,” you finally responded with a sigh. “I just—I think I need to lie down.”


Within thirty minutes you were back inside the BTS dorm, the empty silence such a deafening contrast to the bustling halls and loud voices that occupied it this morning. You sighed before collapsing down on the couch, figuring now would be as good a time as ever to break the news to Jimin. You had to get it over with.

“Y/N!” It felt refreshing to hear your own name being addressed to you again, even if did come from a frantic Jimin. “Thank god you called!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jaebum. He’s…” the boy trailed off.

You waited a few moments before gesturing for him to continue. “He’s what, Jimin?”

“He’s kind of pissed off at you. Like, really pissed off.”

You groaned in frustration, though you’d be lying if you said part of you wasn’t relieved that you both managed to fuck up in one way or another. “What’d you do?”

“Well, he kept trying to have sex with me, and I don’t know about you but I’m not into dudes that way. I’m not sucking his dick just to appease him or whatever the fuck else you suggested this morning before he came barging into the room and tried to take my pants off.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as Jimin continued rambling in rage.

“…So I may or may not have punched him in the face.”

“What?!” You cried out as soon as the quick and jumbled words flew from his lips. “Jimin!”

“I’m sorry, okay? It just happened! I wasn’t thinking and acted on a natural reaction!”

You let out an exasperated sigh before putting your head in your free hand. “Where is he? You need to apologize right now!”

“Y/N, please no, you can’t make me do that. He’ll try to have makeup sex with me, or even worse, angry sex! Do you know how rough angry sex is?!”

“Well you sure as hell aren’t letting us break up! Do you know how long we’ve been together? A year! I’m not throwing all that time away because he suddenly thinks I’m abusive!”

There was silence on the other line as Jimin tried to come up with a solution. “What about if I just text him? Tell him I’m sorry, that I’m not feeling well and that we may need some time apart while I figure things out.”

You didn’t like the sound of it, you didn’t like the sound of it one bit, but honestly what else could you do? You weren’t about to let Jimin get raped just because you didn’t want to upset Jaebum.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you finally agreed with a sigh. “If he tries to come back over, you can barricade the doors since he has a key. Or you can stay at Sana’s apartment.”

“Sana?” You could practically hear Jimin tilting his head in confusion. “Who’s Sana?”

“My best friend. Just call her and act weird as fuck and she won’t know the difference.” You quickly brushed him off before getting to the matter at hand. “Jimin, I have to tell you something…”

“What?” There was a slight pause as he put two and two together. “Wait a minute, how are you able to talk to me for so long if you’re at Inkigayo? Are you on break?”

“Well, that’s the thing…” you chewed on your bottom lip while nervously picking at your shirt. “I sort of… got kicked out.”

Unlike your almost visceral response to his bad news about Jaebum, there was a long stretch of silence that hung in the air for longer than you would’ve liked.

“…Jimin?”

“You what?” He finally sounded, only his voice was low, and grim, and in an almost scary tone that you’ve never heard from him before. It sounded strange coming from your own voice, and that’s why it frightened you the most; you only used that tone when you were seriously pissed.

“I–I can fix it, don’t worry,” you were quickly trying to backtrack your words and calm him down. “It’s not that serious, really. I’ve been saying I wasn’t feeling well all day and I can blame it on that–”

“Y/N, do you know what you’ve just done?!” His voice was roaring now. “This goes beyond just you and me! There’s a whole company of people who watch over what I do—fuck, I could get fired!”

“N–no no, don’t be silly,” your voice started to shake as you chuckled nervously. “I told you it wasn’t that serious! Even Sejin understood. He offered to take me to the doctor and I can just–”

“Why did you get kicked out?” Jimin interrupted you, only his tone was more of a dangerously low statement rather than a question.

You winced before reluctantly telling him the truth. “…The producer was being mean to Jungkook, and I–”

“Oh my god Y/N, you don’t just get to talk back to people because they’re being mean!” His voice was in hysterics now. “This is the kpop industry, you take what people give you and you shut the fuck up about it! Oh my god, people are going to wonder why I’m not there tonight and what if Inkigayo leaks the story and–”

“Jimin, calm down,” you urged him in a wary tone. “I told you, I have it under control! Do you really think your company would do that to you? Have a little faith in us, please! I know I’m just a normal girl and have no experience whatsoever in the industry, but trust me, I really do have your best interest at heart. I’m not going to let you get screwed over—at least not on my watch.”

There was a heavy huff of air that was exhaled into the receiver. “You better fucking fix this, Y/N. There’s nothing I could fuck up in your life that would ever amount to how much this means, but I swear to god if you cost me my career, I will ruin everything you love.”

The call fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the atmosphere, and though your immediate reaction was to scoff, cries of you don’t know me! How dare you think your life is better than mine just because you’re a fancy fucking idol! on the tip of your tongue, but you managed to hold yourself back. Whether this was just an empty threat or something more serious, you knew that you deserved it.

“I will,” you reassured him, and that was the last thing you managed to get out before the line went dead.

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Glee as a Horror Movie

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Genre Swap: Crime AU
              Grant Ward leaves a trail of broken hearts—and laws—behind him wherever he goes. Jemma Simmons should know better, but she kind of loves him anyway…though she’d love him more if he’d stop messing up her jobs. 

            Of course, cooperation comes with its own complications…

[For the Genre Swap/Crossover theme at Ward x Simmons Winter.]

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genre swap →  the 100 ●  zombie apocalypse (part one)

the world we know is gone but keeping our humanity? that’s a choice

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A Hard Day’s Night + Genre Swap

Murder Mystery: The Beatles’ journey to London is stopped short when a man is found dead on their train. When everyone starts pointing fingers, will the boys turn on each other?

This is totally, 100% unfinished and half-hearted, but I don’t have PS anymore and this has been in my drafts for 1200 years so here ya go 

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GENRE SWAP: Harry Potter as a more Gothic Horror setting

A revision following the same story and details of the Harry Potter universe, but with a Gothic horror spin – where the unknown is an ever-looming presence in the shadows, the ghosts are decaying and have a real presence within the world, dark magic and its users are more monstrous and the wizarding world is all the more terrifying