𓆩𓍢ִ໋ Yeonjun 𓍢ִ໋𓆪

Yeonjun had always been the troublemaker at school. Tall, broad-shouldered, with hair dyed a different color every week, and an attitude that even the teachers avoided. Everyone knew him for the same thing: if there was a scandal, he was nearby; if someone broke a rule, it was almost always him.

Beomgyu was the complete opposite. Shorter, thinner, with a soft, almost effeminate face, he was always hunched over from the weight of his notes and the fear of making mistakes. He lived among libraries and silent corridors, trying to be invisible.

That's why they almost never spoke. Not because they hated each other, but because they were incompatible worlds.

Until that morning.

Yeonjun opened his eyes expecting to see his usual mess of clothes, sneakers, and empty cans. Instead, he saw a room that was too clean, too tidy… too unfamiliar. He sat up abruptly, feeling lighter, smaller. When he approached the mirror, he had to hold onto the furniture.

"What the hell...? " His voice was different. And his reflection... worse. He no longer had his muscles or his height. He had Beomgyu's slender body, soft features, and large eyes.

It's not me.

What the hell is going on?