limerence ? han dongmin

( this is not my arm )

Minji woke up with a groan. Her throat felt weird. Dry? Deeper?
Whatever. She reached up to rub her eyes and—

"What the hell," she croaked.

Her voice—
Her voice???
Why did she sound like she'd been possessed by a teenage boy in a drama?

She shot up in bed.
This wasn't her room. This wasn't even her bed.

Her eyes scanned the room—white walls, massive window, a sleek gaming setup glowing faintly in the corner, weights on the floor, and a literal shelf just for sneakers.
This was not her room.
This was a man cave. A fancy one.

Panic started to rise, but what made it worse was when she looked down at her hands.
Large. Veiny. Not hers.
And—

"OH MY GOD," she yelled, then clamped her hand over her mouth.

That. Voice. Again.

She scrambled to the full-length mirror near the closet, tripping over her—wait, his—long legs. She slammed into the mirror and stared.

Park. Tae. San.
Was. In. The. Mirror.

She blinked.
He blinked.
She waved.
He waved.

"No. Nope. No no no no—" she backed away, hands in her hair, which—
"Why is it so soft—wait that's not the POINT."

She grabbed a hoodie off the chair (it smelled like him—why did she notice that??) and paced the room, heart pounding.

"Okay. Okay Minji. This is a dream. Or a curse. Or karma because you kept wishing he'd trip and fall on his perfect face—BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH."

She reached for Taesan's phone on the desk. Face ID? Yeah, right.
Wrong. It unlocked.

"...Of course it did."

Then it buzzed.
Group Chat: 🧠🔬 Weirdos

Leehan: bro are u awake

Sungho: tell him to get his lazy ass up

Woonhak: can we go to that cafe again today hehehe

Jaehyun: why u blushing bro 😏

Her eyes widened.
"Oh god. What if he's in my body—"

Cue: immediate panic attack.

🍒

Taesan was dreaming about... something. Something peaceful. Maybe a field? A concert? Definitely not important.

But the dream ended fast—
Because his back hurt. His neck hurt. Something smelled like lavender and strawberry shampoo.
And his bed felt suspiciously like a twin.

His eyes opened slowly. Blurry ceiling. Pink.

"...huh?" he muttered.
And then his voice cracked.

"...wait."

He sat up.
Painfully. Like someone who wasn't used to... his own weight?
His hands landed on thighs that were definitely not his.
Slim. Soft.
Way too smooth to be his.

Then—
The mirror.

He saw the pale pink pajamas.
The oversized shirt with a little cartoon duck on it.
And—