I know you just posted one, but... please more body swap au. Thank you <3
Sure thing, Anon! ^^ (I’m trying to post one installment per week…we’ll see how that goes, haha)Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7Also available on AO3: Switched
Michele was both shocked and impressed. Emil certainly did ‘make a good him’ as Sara had put it. And, after apologizing profusely - and doing a fine job impersonating Emil, he thought - they shuffled out of the elevator.
Victor and Yuuri hadn’t said anything to them, though the former did whisper something to Mila, who just laughed it off as he doors closed.
“That was close,” Emil said, letting out a breath. “Sorry I had to shout at you, Mickey.”
“You don’t have to apologize!” Sara gushed, stepping between them and putting a hand on Emil’s shoulder. “It’s Mickey’s fault that you had to act like that, anyway.”
“Hey…” he grumbled, but didn’t argue. She wasn’t wrong.
“Anyway.” Mila stepped forward, linking her arm with Sara’s. “Shall we head to the Chinese restaurant?”
Michele still doubted the existence of a magical, mystical fortune cookie that could somehow switch his and Emil’s bodies back, but, then again, before today, he wouldn’t have believed it possible to swap in the first place.
“I sure hope this works,” Emil said from beside him. “I’m sure you want to get your body back, Mickey.” He sounded so apologetic. But it wasn’t as if it was Emil’s fault.
“You, as well,” Michele replied and then cleared his throat. Only moments ago, Emil was screaming at him. And the whole time, ridiculous as it was, he kept thinking back to the kiss they’d shared in the hotel room.
That hadn’t succeeded in switching them back either, but it reminded him of the many, many kisses from the night before. It was all coming back to him, clearer than when he’d first groggily pulled himself out of bed.
If only he could remember what else had happened last night. Maybe the girls were right and they had done something to cause the swap in the first place.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone - Sara - elbowed him in the ribs. “Oww. What?” he hissed and then blinked when she pointed forward.
Just ahead of them were Otabek and Leo, the latter waving cheerfully and beckoning him over.
“They’re calling you, Emil,” Sara whispered, unable to cover up a giggle.
“What do they want?” he directed toward the real Emil, who just smiled before rearranging his expression into one that was more Michele-like.
“Probably just to say ‘hello,’ Mickey,” he answered. “Or maybe share some cool music.”
Michele faltered, suddenly nervous. “Are you…close with them?” he asked, ignoring the odd feeling that twisted in his chest.
Emil shrugged. “I guess.”
“Emil!” Leo called again and Michele squared his shoulders, giving the others one last uncertain glance before he walked over. “Emil!” Leo cheered when he arrived. “Nice job yesterday.”
“Yes, you performed well,” Otabek added.
Michele stood there, unsure what to say. “Thanks,” he decided and then rubbed the back of his neck. “You guys, too.”
“Oh, before I forget!” Leo pulled out his phone. “I found this old Eurobeat song that I think you’re going to love!” He chuckled and held out an earbud. Michele hesitated before taking it. “Otabek said he wouldn’t be caught dead playing it, but-”
“I didn’t say that.” Otabek frowned. “I simply said-”
“Beka! There you are!” Yuri appeared out of nowhere. “We’re going to be late.” He tugged on his arm and then his gaze shifted to Michele. “What are you looking at?”
Michele just raised his brows, but said nothing as they disappeared past the fountain and toward the lobby.
“So,” Leo caught his attention. “What do you think? A classic, right?”
“Uh…” But Michele was at a loss. Thankfully, it seemed as though Leo had somewhere else to be. A message popped up on his phone and he smiled as he read it.
“I’ll see you later, Emil!” he called over his shoulder before he, too, vanished.
Michele heaved a sigh of relief, glad it was finally over. But he jolted when a large hand fell on his shoulder.
“Emil!” A tall man circled around him, followed by two others, equally as large. They said a few things in Czech and Michele swallowed, his heart thudding in his chest. “I’ve been working on my English,” he continued. “How’s it sound? Good right?”
“He doesn’t care about that!” another joined in. “We happened to be visiting and caught your performance.”
“We didn’t want to tell you, in case you got nervous or something,” the third added with a big grin.
“…Th-Thanks…” Michele managed. He’d never met these men before. They were obviously friends of Emil’s from back home.
“Hey! Isn’t that your Mickey back there?” The first one pointed. Michele turned and saw Emil - with his face, of course - staring, wide-eyed at the four of them, with a look of complete panic.
“Yeah! It is!” the second agreed. “He is cute, Emil.”
“Shame he’s stringing you along.” The third clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
Michele blinked. “Excuse me?” He furrowed his brow.
“Didn’t you say…” the third trailed off, lowering his voice. “He is the one you keep kissing, right?”
“Come off it!” The second slapped the third hard on the shoulder. “Emil doesn’t just go around kissing everyone. Of course, it’s him.” He turned to face Michele. “Right?”
Michele was frozen in place. Emil had told people about their kisses?!
Of course, it wasn’t as if Michele had a right to be upset. He’d told Sara, after all. But still! These men - who he’d never even heard of - knew about such private things between them?
“Maybe it’s time you cut him loose,” the first interrupted Michele’s train of thought. “Seems like he’s playing you.”
Michele frowned. “Playing…?”
“C’mon, Emil.” Michele was roughly shoved, perhaps playfully, and then slapped on the back. “You’ve had plenty of chances to confess, right?”
Michele whipped his head around. Emil was now making his way over, pulling his arms free from Mila and Sara’s grasp.
“Anyway, looks like he’s headed this way,” one said - Michele wasn’t sure which. “We’re going to go back to sightseeing.”
“Take care, Emil! See you at home!”
“Mickey!” Emil placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mickey, don’t mind them.” His fingers were trembling. “They didn’t…say anything weird, did they?”
Michele turned to face him, searching his eyes for the truth. “Emil,” he began, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Do you think I’m playing you?”
Whoa, this one went long. Oops!! Sorry about that~We’re getting close to the end, though.
Also, please don’t think too hard about a competition where everyone is there…for some reason. Just go with it XD
