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When Kim Dokja woke up, after he went drinking with his best friend Han Sooyoung, he was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling and laid in a bed that was way too comfortable and big to be his own.
His head was aching and he couldn’t remember much of what had happened the evening before. Kim Dokja’s memory was fuzzy, and he could only remember a few fragments of the conversation he had with Han Sooyoung. He had been frustrated over his current project at work and annoyed by his department head that had – again – lectured him over what he should change. He had told him for what felt like the hundredth time, that they couldn’t fail this project, reminding him over and over again that it was way too important for their company and they would risk losing one of their best investors if they couldn’t deliver what they promised.
Kim Dokja, stressed from the work load and on the verge of crying when he left work after having worked overtime, decided to drown his frustration in alcohol. So he had called Han Sooyoung, because Lee Hyunsung (his other best friend and co-worker he usually complained to when it was about work) didn’t answer his phone.
Han Sooyoung had been noticeably annoyed, but since she was “stuck in her current story”, she welcomed his invitation and so they had gone to their usual bar.
Everything after his first couple of drinks was blurry.
One possible explanation for the situation he was currently in, was that he went home with someone. Kim Dokja himself wasn’t the type to pick some random stranger up for a one night stand (not to mention that he wasn’t attractive enough that people would actually want to take him home), but maybe the alcohol had gone to his head and he actually had enough confidence to hit on someone? It wouldn’t be the first time that he made bad decisions while he was drunk.
With a sigh Kim Dokja slowly got up and then immediately paused. Something felt… odd. The angle didn’t seem right, just as if…
He immediately stumbled out of the bed, looking around in the unfamiliar room, when he froze in front of the huge mirror that hung on the wall.
His own reflection shouldn’t be something to feel bothered about, unless you disliked yourself, but unfortunately, the face that stared back at him wasn’t his own.
It was someone else's.
And if this fact alone wouldn’t already be scary enough, it just got worse because Kim Dokja knew the person whose face was reflected in the mirror.
It was none other than his department head Yoo Joonghyuk – the same one that always got on his nerves, nagging about his work. The same guy that always acted cold, distant and aloof, but was also an intelligent and hard working person, that was popular with woman and man alike. Always the centre of attention wherever he went because of his perfect looks.
So why the fucking hell was it his face that stared at him, instead of his own?
Kim Dokja’s hand immediately wandered to his chest – definitely much more muscular than his own. He didn’t just look like Yoo Joonghyuk… he was Yoo Joonghyuk.
How much did he drink last night? This must be some weird dream, because this couldn’t be real.
He pinched himself, but didn’t wake up like he had hoped.
So this was reality.
Great.
It felt like he was in some stupid romance body-swap movie. How did something like this even happen?
But wait... if he was unlucky enough to be in Yoo Joonghyuk’s body… did it mean that Yoo Joonghyuk was currently in his own body?
The thought alone was terrifying.
Kim Dokja took the phone that was lying on the night stand, hoping that his annoying department head didn’t use a passcode. He needed to contact him – or his own phone in that case – as soon as possible.
But of course, his prayers weren’t answered. The lock screen was a simple, black screen with nothing written on it and a four digit passcode to enter. Kim Dokja for sure didn’t know Yoo Joonghyuk well enough to know what kind of number he would use as his passcode, and it definitely wouldn’t be something overly obvious.
He still stupidly tried Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday but of course, it didn’t work. Kim Dokja hadn’t expect him to be that dumb anyway.
With a sigh he gave up and decided that the safest option was to go to work. He assumed that Yoo Joonghyuk would do the exact same thing. It was the most logical thing to do right now.
They could figure out the rest later.
Kim Dokja dug out some professional-looking clothes from the closet – the ones Yoo Joonghyuk always wore. At least Yoo Joonghyuk’s fashion sense only consisted of “black shirts”, “black jeans”, and “black turtle neck shirts”. That guy really loved colours.
He slowly got undressed, in front of the mirror, and of course he stole a glance at Yoo Joonghyuk’s perfectly built upper body. Okay, to be honest, Kim Dokja wasn’t just stealing a glance, he was shamelessly staring.
This guy was so well built, that it made him jealous and drool at the same time. He touched his chest, squeezing it.
He wondered how it must feel to be held by those strong arms, face buried in that broad chest? Kim Dokja could only imagine. Too bad he would never experience something like this himself…
He didn’t like Yoo Joonghyuk that much, but as someone that was bisexual (with a tendency to the male side), he could still admire his god-like body.
Starting to feel a tiny bit like a pervert, he removed his hand and quickly got dressed, took Yoo Joonghyuk’s phone and his apartment keys and left.
Kim Dokja needed a few minutes to find out where exactly he was, but once he knew the rough direction, it was easy to find his way to the next train station.
When Kim Dokja entered the train, people obviously stared at him, as if he was a celebrity. Not used to that kind of attention, he fixed his gaze on a random spot in the train – an advertisement for toothpaste – and tried ignoring all the eyes around him. He even imagined that he saw how someone took a picture in the corner of his eye, but he was too afraid to look or call that person out.
Kim Dokja was relieved when he finally left the train, slowly walking to the huge office building he worked at. He looked around, hoping that he would see Yoo Joonghyuk – or rather himself in that case – on his way, but unfortunately, he only saw his other co-workers, all of them people he hardly spoke to.
When he entered the office, all eyes were on him just as usual when the department head arrived at work. Not only his female co-workers, even the males ones were looking his way either in interest or admiration.
It was unfair that someone as cold, disinterested and distant like Yoo Joonghyuk was still extremely popular just because he was good looking.
Yet, at the same time it felt surprisingly nice to be in the centre of attention for once, and that not because you got summoned to the office for another lecture.
He smiled back, forgetting for a moment that this was definitely not Yoo Joonghyuk’s normal reaction, and people stared at him, stunned. Someone even let the folders she was holding in her hands drop on the ground. It surely looked stunningly beautiful, because everything about Yoo Joonghyuk was, and he could literally see how the hearts of half of the office took a little jump in their chests, seeing the cold and aloof deity of their department – and of the whole company – smile in such a warm, and friendly way.
Kim Dokja wanted to see it too, but there was no mirror near him.
You could hear a loud, cracking sound from the other side of the office – the direction where Kim Dokja’s desk was – and seconds later, his own body stood in front of him, a crushed can of coffee in his hands. He was clearly pissed off and the smile on his face was forced and so overly friendly that it was scary. Kim Dokja didn’t even know that his body was able to smile like this.
“Department head Yoo Joonghyuk, good morning”, it was weird hearing his own voice, seeing his own lips moving when he wasn’t speaking himself, “I have something important to discuss with you, regarding the changes you want in the current project. Do you have a moment?” There was forced politeness in his tone and even if he still smiled, the look in his eyes was icy.
Kim Dokja stared at him. His first impulse was to nod, intimidated by Yoo Joonghyuk as usual, but he gladly reminded himself that right now he was in Yoo Joonghyuk’s body, so he couldn’t act like his insecure self.
“If it won’t take too long, I’m busy”, he said, trying to mimic the cold, almost rude tone Yoo Joonghyuk normally used when talking to him, hoping that it didn’t seem off. He turned around, walking straight to Yoo Joonghyuk’s office (since he was the department head he had his own office room, instead of a desk in the huge desk area), followed by his supervisor, feeling how said man’s gaze bored holes in his back.
The moment the door felt shut behind them, he was already forcefully pinned against the next wall. From the outside it must look hilarious, that his smaller and less muscular body was pinning a well build guy like Yoo Joonghyuk on the wall, but unfortunately that situation was too serious to be funny.
And honestly… if it would be Yoo Joonghyuk in his own body that pinned Kim Dokja against a wall, coming this close, he would probably even find it hot, masochistic or not.
But since it was his very own body it just felt weird and creeped him out.
“What the fucking hell are you doing with my body? And why I am in yours?”, he spit the last word out as if it physical hurt him to say it and Kim Dokja felt offended.
“My body isn’t that bad! Not everyone can be so perfectly built like you...”, he defended himself which earned him an angry glare from Yoo Joonghyuk.
Right… they might have switched bodies, but this guy was still his supervisor.
“… I’m sorry Sir.”
“Cut that crap and tell me how to undo this.”
“I don’t know either! All I can remember is that I passed out drunk yesterday and when I woke up I was in your body.” Kim Dokja said in a small voice that didn’t fit to Yoo Joonghyuk’s sharp appearance. The guy in front of him let out an angry huff, that looked more cute on him than anything else (and again, Kim Dokja didn’t even know that he was capable of looking cute – how was Yoo Joonghyuk getting all those different facial expressions out of him?).
“Then you better figure out how to change back.”
“… Yes, Sir.”
“Were you at least smart enough to bring my phone with you?”, he asked next, finally letting go of him. Kim Dokja let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his shoulder. Thankfully his body wasn’t strong enough to leave any bruises, but he was still surprised that Yoo Joonghyuk had managed to pin him down with those thin arms.
He pulled Yoo Joonghyuk’s phone out of his pocket, and that guy immediately snatched it away from him.
“Did you look inside it?”
“I don’t know your passcode, so of course not?” For a moment Kim Dokja thought that relieve washed over his face, but it was gone so quickly that he wasn’t sure if he maybe imagined it. Yoo Joonghyuk pulled his own phone out, throwing it at him and he barely caught it before it fell on the ground.
“I will e-mail you all the stuff you need to do for today – and at least try to act more like me, it was embarrassing seeing your shit show in my body just now.” There was nothing much Kim Dokja could say to that, so he only nodded, looking at the ground, what earned him another annoyed growl from Yoo Joonghyuk.
“And I swear, if you do anything weird with my body… like picking a woman up or such nonsense… I’m going to end your life.” Yoo Joonghyuk added with a voice so vicious, that it made his blood freeze in his veins.
Kim Dokja eagerly nodded.
Yoo Joonghyuk turned around, ready to leave. Then, as if he remembered something, he stopped, giving him another cold glare over his shoulder.
“Oh and… you’re sleeping at my place tonight.”