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Park Jimin was a girl.
But the universe had to fuck it all up.
Sure, most people knew of Park Jimin, but they knew her as the shy, nerd who sat in the back of the class and never spoke a word anyone, except for her brother. Some knew that she took complementary dance and was one of the best in the dance committee. Only a couple few knew of her stunning, eye-smiles that brought out the chubbiness of her cheeks and that the sweet, kind personality really hid the savage, ruthless persona she had built up for herself.
But all of them knew that Park Jimin was definitely a girl.
I wonder what they would say now, thought Jimin, as he looked down at his chest.
Because, Park Jimin, self-proclaimed nerd and hip-hop lover, had turned into a boy overnight.
And to say he (or she) was freaking out was to say the least.
Jimin had woken up on a regular Monday morning, her mind was a mess and she was hazy with sleep. She, reluctantly, got out of her bed that was screaming at her to roll back on, and checked the time.
5:12 A.M
Fucking great, Jimin thought, I woke up two hours early, on a fucking Monday. This day could not get any better.
Turns out Jimin was terribly bad at guessing the future.
And OH was she in for a surprise when she, groggily, walked into her bathroom and glanced at the mirror on top of her sink. The noise that had followed was as inhuman and terrifying as her brother, Jihyun’s, singing during karaoke night with the Parks. Jimin’s wanton scream had prompted the awakening of her brother on the other side of the hallway, as Jihyun bolted awake and ran into the bathroom, HOLDING A FUCKING VIBRATOR as a weapon of choice, eye’s frantically scanning the bathroom for any sign of an intruder. Instead, he found a small, petite boy wearing his sister’s (ugly, but you didn’t hear it from him) Elmo pajamas. The petite boy’s eyes were filled to the brim with terror and shock, the warm chocolate pupils widen to maximum compacity. On top of his head was a messy, but soft looking mop of orange colored hair (…and hey, it’s the exact same color of his sister’s hair! What a coincidence.)
The boy’s eyes quickly morphed from pure, unadulterated shock to boi-what-the-flipping-fuck. He pursed his plump lips and said to Jihyun with a deadpanned expression,
“Why the fuck do you have a goddamn vibrator and why are you pointing it towards me, you dipshit excuse of a fucking brother,”
Realization dawned in Jihyun’s face as the panic and confusion were slowly washed away and he spoke to the stranger in an uncertain tone,
“Jimin?”
“Who else lives with you, asshole,” Jimin said sarcastically, topping it off with a signature eye roll, “And really, Jihyun, a vibrator?”
Jihyun had the audacity to look offended.
“It was right next to me, okay!” Jihyun snipped back, though a faint flush could be seen creeping up his neck. “The major question here, is how the hell are you now a guy, and a really hot one at that.”
“Okay, first off, I don’t even WANT to know why you just randomly have a vibrator next to your bed,” Jimin stated, disgust masking his soft features, “And secondly, if I knew why or how I’m now a guy, would I be screaming at the top of my lungs, at 5 a.m., in the fucking morning, ON A MONDAY?”
“Point taken.”
Jimin sighed, he was too fucking sober for this shit. He had been sitting on the cold, marble floor of his bathroom for too long and his ass had started to hurt, so he pushed himself up and faced the bathroom mirror again.
It could have gone worse, he thought, as he studied his face in the mirror. Jimin hadn’t changed much, except that his jawline looked like it could steel (like hot damn, boi) and that his, her, hair was now a blob of orange on top of his head, instead of going past her shoulders. His eyes were still a copper shade of brown and he still had kept the chubby cheeks that Jihyun cooed over so many times. Except, some features that Jimin had hated on herself suddenly made boy Jimin extremely attractive. For example, the abs that girl Jimin had despised from all those years of dance made boy Jimin look positively sinful. And the thighs, girl Jimin always thought her thighs made her look bulky, but pair them with those washboard abs…BAM, 10 out of 10 would fuck.
While Jimin shamelessly admired himself in the mirror, Jihyun had the most brilliant idea in all his 16 years of being alive. It was as if a lightbulb had erupted inside Jihyun’s brain as he threw his vibrator on the floor and dashed into his room to grab some clothes. He came back with his arms full and practically (read: definitely) threw them on top of Jimin.
“Mruph…w-wha―What the hell,” Jimin yelled, swaddling through the piles of clothes.
Jihyun ignored him as he ran back outside and gestured Jimin to follow. Jimin grunted, in a very unwomanly way, and carried himself (and the clothes) with him into Jihyun’s room. Their house was relatively small, but cozy, so Jihyun’s bedroom was a bit tiny, but they made it work.
“Noona, where did you put my contacts?” Jihyun said, rummaging through his drawers full of toys, (not the kid-friendly kind) much to Jimin’s horror. Even though Jimin was a grown-ass woman (ha), he wasn’t immune to boys and their toys. He was still a shy potato that gets flustered way too easily, like right now.
“Jihyun, what are y―” Jimin complained, but was ultimately shushed by Jihyun to be quiet.
“Found them!” Jihyun explained, triumph lacing his words, as he turned around to face Jimin, “Noona, why aren’t you changed?”
Jimin was a little miffed that he didn’t get to finish his sentence, but he gathered back his courage to speak again,
“Jihyun, I have my own clothes to change into, why would I need yours?”
Jihyun raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips into a questioning gaze, “Really, noona? You’re going to wear your plaid skirts and white blouses to school?”
Jimin flushed a delicate shade of pink and sputtered, indignantly. Jihyun smiled smugly as he commanded Jimin to put on his contacts.
While Jimin, begrudgingly, did as he was told, Jihyun grabbed a pair of tight, leather pants from the pile of clothes and an oversized light grey-colored sweater, that Jimin liked. The outfit screamed ‘casual fuck’ and Jimin just wanted to remain a ‘casual nobody’, thank you very much. But Jimin didn’t get a say in this matter, because Jihyun had coolly told (read: threatened) to call their parents and tell them what had happened and Jimin did not want to die today. Nope, Not Today, bitch.
“Really, Jihyun, why would I need to dress up to go to school,” Jimin complained while he attempted to squeeze his plump, man-ass into the barely considered jeans. (Jimin was sure they were tights at this point) “I’m a nobody anyway.”
Now, Jihyun could tolerate Jimin’s sassy personality and creative curses that didn’t suit her soft, small figure and features. Hell, he could even tolerate Jimin’s girl issues that came every month. (He mainly locked himself in his room and refused to come out) But the one thing he couldn’t even begin to tolerate was how often Jimin looked at herself and her eyes would become dulled and sad, at how the savage insults and sassy comebacks hid self-hatred and insecurities that Jihyun couldn’t even begin to describe. So, naturally, he tried to coax back some flame in Jimin’s eyes and sharpen the steel from her silvered-tongue.
“Noona, Min Yoongi is gay, he’ll totally be into you, now that you’re a guy.” Jihyun bartered, a smirk now painted on his face.
Jimin had just managed to squeeze his perky ass into the leather pants before his movements stilled and his face went aflame. Min Yoongi was the resident ‘Bad boy’ with a capital B at their school, and practically everyone fell for his lazy smirk, and soft, but sharp features. Jimin included. He only hung out with his five friends that were deemed the “Bangtan Boys” and they were all stupidly handsome and popular.
There was Kim Seokjin, whose face borderlines ‘femininely beautiful’ and ‘devastatingly handsome’ and is always seen with a motherly smile. He’s president of the cooking committee, which is insanely popular due to him being on it.
Kim Namjoon, with an IQ of 148 and dimpled smile, is the boyfriend of Kim Seokjin, and Min Yoongi’s best friend ever since they were small. He goes by the name Rap Monster, when he, Yoongi (AgustD), and Hoseok (J-Hope) do hip-hop gigs underground.
Then there’s ultimate sunshine, Jung Hoseok, whom Jimin knows because he’s the president of the dance committee and has a bright personality and is always seen laughing or smiling. Though when he raps, he spits fire and drops panties.
There’s Kim Taehyung, who’s the boyfriend of Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae of the group, and is Hoseok’s best friend and secret mastermind. He’s a criminal genius and plays the saxophone like a boss.
Jeon Jungkook is the youngest of the group, but the best at anything he does, a jack of all trades and a master of all. Hence the nickname, Golden Maknae. He doesn’t speak much to anyone, except to his hyungs, and is sort of mysterious, according to his admirers.
Finally, there’s Min Yoongi, Jimin’s not-so-little crush. He doesn’t talk to anyone and not many people dare to talk to him, but he has that aura around him that attracts so many people to him and you can’t help but drown. His rapper persona is called AgustD, and Jimin may or may not have listened to his track on SoundCloud more than twenty times, just to hear his voice.
Jimin, not-so-secretly, liked to glance at Yoongi during lunch just to see him argue with his friends and smile that adorable gummy smile that made Jimin’s poor heart clench.
So, you can’t really blame him when Jihyun mentions Min Yoongi, deep into their conversation.
“…Fine, only because you said Yoongi oppa might notice me.” Jimin grumbled, his face, aflame.
Jihyun winced, and said with a hint of distain masking his voice, “Please don’t use oppa, when you’re a guy, because it’s just weird and people will think you have an Oppa kink.”
Jimin stuck his tongue out childishly and finally plopped the grey sweater through his head. He turned towards the mirror Jihyun had on the side of his cabinet and whistled, appreciatingly. Because hot damn, did he look good, the leather pants molded his ass and thighs in a mouth-watering way, and the sweater practically engulfed him and gave him sweater paws that he could appreciate. The collar of the sweater dipped low enough to reveal his collarbones and left little to the imagination. Jihyun had took the time to put on the dangling earrings that he thought looked good on him and had smudged some eyeliner above his eyes that made his eyes look smoky and hot. As a final touch, Jimin had went into his room and brought out one of his favorite chokers and attached it around his neck.
“Thumbs up, 15 out of 10 would fuck,” Jihyun complemented, his eyes drifting towards his ass.
Jimin slapped him, playfully, but a smile was etched on his plump lips.
“Wish me luck today at school, I’ll be coming home late because I have dance practice, okay,” Jimin said, making his way to the door, schoolbag in hand.
“Jihyun just gave him a thumbs up and a smirk, “Go get them, noona. Or should I say, hyung.”
Jimin just gave him a sweet smile and a vulgar gesture from his hands as he ever-so-sweetly said, “Have a lovely day, oppa.”
The last thing Jimin heard before slamming the door shut was Jihyun’s indignant sputter of words.
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Deep breaths, Park Jimin, deep breaths, Jimin thought as he solemnly glared at the high school’s front doors.
Jimin was not anticipating walking through those doors as too he was going to be rampaged by young adults and overgrown teenagers. He had already received less-than welcome glances from other students and some had openly stared at his ass, not caring that he was terribly uncomfortable with the attention. Girl Jimin would have walked through those doors without an ounce of doubt, because no one knew that she had existed anyway, why would they start now? Boy Jimin on the other hand, was more self-conscious, especially since he looked like a fuckboy with the getup he was wearing.
Jimin clutched at the books he was holding, holding them right in front of his chest, hoping they would protect him from the stares he was receiving. Finally, after stalling for god knows how long, he pushed the doors opened and walked down the halls of his high school. Automatically, he felt glazes being directed towards him and he lowered his head, his face flushing a pastel shade of pink. It didn’t stop him from hearing the whispers that floated around him, most of them directed to him.
“Who’s he?”
“Dunno, but he’s cute”
“Do you think he has a girlfriend?”
“Is he new? I haven’t noticed him before.”
“Look at that ass, though”
Jimin winced and ducked his head even lower, he tried to make himself smaller but that clearly wasn’t working, as he walked along the sides of the lockers, his face flushed. He was going through hell, embarrassment taking hold of his body, until a high-pitched voice yelled through the whispters,
“It’s Yoongi-oppa!”
Suddenly, the watchful eyes that had been trained on him suddenly turned towards the girl’s voice and Jimin visibly sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging downwards. The comfort was short-lived, because the moment he looked up from the floor, he collided with something or someone and landed his ass on the floor of the halls.
Jimin was slightly stunned, but he quickly bent down with a sigh and started to pick up his fallen books. He mumbled a small and quiet ‘sorry’ as his face flushed up due to embarrassment. Jimin finished collecting his books and looked up to apologize for knocking into them and softly gasped.
Because the person Jimin had bumped into was none other than Min Yoongi himself, and with him were the rest of the Bangtan Boys. He was wearing ripped jeans that show off his milky white skin and a leather jacket to top off the ‘bad boy’ vibe and his mint colored hair bobbed slightly as he stared at Jimin with an unreadable expression that was close to surprise but not quite there. His slightly droopy eyes studies him as Jimin realized that he was staring at him like a creep, and his cheeks burned crimson as he mentally cursed at himself.
Good job, Park Jimin, your all-time crush just caught you staring at them like a creep, you’ll never get a chance now.
It also didn’t help that the rest of Min Yoongi’s friends were also staring at him, like they saw a puppy fall, but not knowing how to help.
“Watch where you’re going, kid.” Min Yoongi snapped at him, irritation flashing through his delicate features.
Holy cheese sticks, the Min Yoongi just talked to me, Jimin mentally squealed.
“S-sorry, I-I di-didn’t kno-know where I was walking…” Jimin sputtered out, lowering his head and bowing frantically, clutching his books for dear life.
He mentally applauded himself of stuttering out a sentence that made sense and wasn’t gibber wash.
“Well then look both ways before walking, kid.” Yoongi snipped back irritably, before turning his heels and walked away, his friends following him.
Namjoon glanced back and smiled apologetically, regret in his eyes, before turning back to Yoongi with an annoyed gaze.
Jimin physically flinched, Jihyun was wrong, he thought miserably, no way would Yoongi notice him, he didn’t even know that he existed when he was a girl. Why would he start now? Tears welled up in Jimin’s eyes as all the pent-up frustration and self-pity were too much to bear and he headed straight for the restroom.
It was only after bailing his eyes and heart out did he realize his mistake.
He went into the girl’s restroom.
Well, fuck.