Chương 3: What The?
Yoongi's pov
Tring Tring..
"Who's phone is that ringing? I just fell asleep. I worked all night long in genius lab. Can someone just pick up the fucking phone?"
"Good riddance it stopped ringing."
It started ringing again.
"Who the hell is this? Fuck." "How dare this thing wake me up from my sleep?"
"God gosh."
"Hello" I said without looking at the caller ID or not caring about whose effing cellphone it was. The person on the other end was saying something in English.. he was speaking too fast and I couldn't understand anything.. is it namjoon?
"Ya. Talk in Korean Joon. I can't understand what you are saying."
Person on the other side:
"Hello. 001 you did a great job. I know it's late and almost 12:00am.. the next day.. anyway. But good job and I have another assignment for you when you come tomorrow.. you are a super fast agent and get any kind of assignment done within one or two days.. so come early tomorrow. I'll give you your next one. Don't worry. It's an easy case. At least easy for you. You remember the stolen gold biscuits of Venice? The police couldn't find the guy and now need our help. I know you remember that. Anyway. The guy didn't leave any tracks of any kind. So if you need any help with the assignment, our forensic and hacking departments are at your service. I know I'm blabbering. I'll just explain when you come tomorrow morning. I'll let you sleep. Good night 001."
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"What the hell did he blabber about?"
"001? Assignment? What? Oh man holy shit. Wait it wasn't namjoon. The caller ID says.. 'Do-not-p-pick-up-es-pe-cially-at-nig-ht-blab-ber-mach-ine.'
'do not pick up especially at night-blabber machine?' what?"
"Whatever.. *yawn"
"Wait why do I yawn like a girl? And why the hell do I sound like a girl? Where am I?" I rubbed my eyes waking up. Why is this room painted in lavender color? Why is the bed ash? Mine was black right? Where am I? My arms oh my God my arms are tanned.. my stylist is gonna kill me. Why am I wearing a floral pyjama? Why is it still night? I went to sleep in the morning.. right? Where is the mirror? Bathroom..
I looked around and saw a white door I opened it and it was the bathroom there was a huge mirror table there and I looked into it to get the shock of my life..
"Oh man holy shit. I'm a GIRL!!"
"What the hell?" I pinched myself.. and slapped myself. "Ow that's gonna leave a mark"
"WHY AM I GIRL? IS THERE ANYONE HERE? CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHY I AM A GIRL? But I'm pretty either way.. what? No no . Min yoongi you are a guy. Not a girl."
"What kind of black magic is this?"
"And I had long blonde hair.. I don't look like a Korean girl.. where am I?" I quickly went out of the bedroom and got down a staircase.. it was a huge house..but unoccupied.. I opened the front door and went out the gate. It wasn't peaceful at all.. people buzzing here and there, smoke and pollution, cars parked here and there..
I saw a woman walking down the street with a bag in her hand. I should ask her where I was..
"Hi. Do you know where I am?" Great yoongi. Yeah ask anyone where you are how great *sarcasm.
The thing was, the woman was staring because she couldn't understand what yoongi was saying in Korean.
"I'm sorry but I don't know what you are saying.. do you know English?" She asked.
I hit my head. Yooooooongiiiiiiii. She can't understand Korean. Staaaaap try saying something in English.
"Um.. where I am? My address say please?" I said, in the English I know. Gulp. I hope she understood.
She said something but the only words I got were, Los Angeles, California.
Did we come her for a world tour or something like that? Then why am I a girl?
Wait. It was my birthday on the ninth this month.. it was day before yesterday in Korea.. and what did I wish for? Oh my goodness.. I wished that I could live a not-so-famous life somewhere in America.. so is this not me? I mean.. I'm in the body of a girl.. a pretty one to be honest.. YOONGI. STOP. FIND A WAY TO GET OUT OF HERE INSTEAD OF FALLING FOR YOURSELF'. It's so narcissistic..
Whatever.. but how am I gonna go back? This is not what I wished for.. I didn't mean it. Why does God grant me the wishes I never meant and doesn't grant me the ones that I actually mean? This is some holy shit. There was a cellphone in the bedroom.. I HAVE AN IDEA. MIN SUGA. YOU GENIUS.
"I should make a call to my cellphone.. that's the only number I know other than jiminie's..
I ran upstairs, completely NOT freaking out over the fact that I was a blond sun kissed skinned pretty girl living in LA. Dump the 'pretty' part for God's sake will you now min yoongi?
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That's it for today guys.. I'm really tired and really sorry if you expected more.. and one thing. Imagine that everything in italics are being said in Korean.. okay?
And if you didn't hear it for the umpteenth time already.. "You are beautiful and precious..and so I love you. I PURPLE YOU SO MUCH." BYE.
I'll leave y'all with this:

Bye again.
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