The Reason? - Yoon Jeonghan

Chapter 6

      Bingo.

     Jeonghan had found what he was looking for.

      Stuck with cello tape under the tabletop of her desk, Ophely had put a little booklet with a list of places, sites, and their codes next to her usernames. Jeonghan could have jumped with joy when he had started reading what was written inside the little pages. Even if his English was not the best, and certainly not his French, he could easily decipher Ophely's handwriting as it looked like a printed text.

      Now all he had to do was decipher the language and guess which password was the one for her phone, or laptop. He just needed quick access to a piece of technology connected to the internet so he could send his friends an email. If that worked, then maybe they wouldn't be too shocked with the person standing in his place.

      Finding what he needed, the code to her phone, he tried to make it well but the code was quite complicated and he had locked the phone for two minutes before he finally managed to open the device. That girl was good with her passwords. Going on the internet and making the keyboard appear, he was pleasantly surprised to see that she had the korean keyboard available. Jeonghan wrote an email to his band mates and hoped that they checked their inbox on their off day. It was seven hours forward to where he was, and 6.30pm would translate to half past one in the morning in Korea. Hopefully they'll read the message before coming in contact with the girl.

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      Time passed and Jeonghan was getting bored. He had access to internet, games and Youtube as well as a huge number of artworks to look at, but his mind was quite preoccupied by other things. Like him being in another country in the body of a young teenage girl and the girl, probably, being in his own body back at home in Korea. He didn't have a mind to pleasure himself (not in that way) at the moment. He would have read a book if he could, but English and French wouldn't be reposing. It would feel more like studying

     So, after writing an email to his friends back in Korea, he laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling covered in paintings, once again. He was tired and hungry. His body and his mind each wanting a different thing. He didn't like it.

     Why did it have to be him? Yoon Jeonghan had to exchange body with someone else. Why couldn't he be someone else? Or was this just a very long estranged and bizarre dream?

     Jeonghan sighed. His eyes wouldn't let him, he wanted to fall asleep right at that moment and all of this to be just a dream when he would wake up.

     Not a chance.

     A knock was made on the door, a little rasp of the wrist. The time it took Jeonghan to sit up on the bed and look at the door, the person had opened it. The girl's mother stood in the doorway, her eyes sad and heavy with heartache. Jeonghan could understand her, her daughter was missing on the other side of the planet, in the place of a mature and self-reliant adult. Who lived with twelve other males, that she didn't have to know.

     "Dinner is rèdy." She said, "Do not wory, we won't h'ask questions." Jeonghan wasn't sure if he understood correctly, but the slight shake of her head as she said told him that she will not ask questions. Even if they were both foreigners speaking English, their accents were still different. Jeonghan stood up and followed the woman downstairs.

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     Dinner was long, good but long. Even if Jeonghan had introduced himself respectfully to the two adults twice his age. They still didn't talk to him a lot. He thought that, maybe, they hoped like him that this would only be a dream and in a few hours, once woken up, that their daughter will be back in her place. Jeonghan wished that too.

     The meal was calm. Not much was said, not that Jeonghan would understand anything of the few French words the couple exchanged.

     Hopefully the boys will take care of the girl better than her parents were taking care of him. But he understood why, he was an adult and didn't need to be taken care of. However, he still needed help to get around the place, their customs and any other thing he didn't know.

     Dinner went by quickly and Jeonghan was shown the bathroom, with the toilets, the shower and where the girl brushed her hair and teeth.

     After cleaning for the day, he laid in bed, again, while gazing at the ceiling.

     It had only registered a few minutes ago, when he was brushing the girl's hair, that he really wasn't in his body. She was a girl, and she had body parts that guys didn't and didn't have certain male parts. Jeonghan felt weird. Weird as in the body he was in felt weird, unfamiliar.

     He didn't even want to think about the girl in his body. That'll be awkward.

     Have you ever thought of someone knowing your body as much as you do? Knows the nooks and crannies as well as the little details about it that even your parents don't know about?

    With all of this thought going through his head it would be hard to fall asleep. Jeonghan imagined the girl in the bed he had fallen asleep in hours earlier, waking up disoriented. No. That wasn't a good thing to imagine.

    But with his body now connected and exchanged with hers, his private life would be hers too. Hopefully when he wakes up in the morning he'll be back in Korea preparing for the next comeback and practicing dancing. He didn't want to study subjects he had never read about, nor did he want to be forced to learn a new language.

     This whole ordeal was a mess.

     Jeonghan laid on his back under the covers. It had been awkward to change into the girl's clothes and now he was in her pajamas; panties and clean shirt and pajama bottoms. Winter wasn't as cold as in his home country but it still wasn't very warm. Under the double covers and between the soft fabric of the bed and the ocvers, he was very warm.

     Four hours and he already had enough of this.

     Hopefully this will all be nothing but a dream and he'll wake up in the hotel room and get back to the dorm to spend some time with his friends during their off day. And if this wasn't, then he hoped that the boys would read his message before meeting the girl in his place.

     But we all know that the countryside has a lot of problems, one of them being a dysfunctioning internet line.