Swapped by fate

Chapter 1

hey guys, I'm the author of the story, I just wanted to say that nothing about this is real and Stray Kids itself has nothing to do with it, it's just a fanfiction...
I wanted to point out that the story also contains violence and other things that could be triggering.

The room was filled with quiet chatter and the steady hum of machines until someone suddenly shouted, "He's here!"

In a flash, the atmosphere changed. Conversations stopped, fingers froze above keyboards, and everyone’s eyes turned toward the door. People hurried to their stations, a new urgency in the air. The tasks they had been working on felt more serious now—this wasn’t just a
normal day.

The door opened, and in walked a man whose presence commanded attention. He was tall, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. Two buttons were left undone, giving him a relaxed but still powerful vibe. His brown hair, thick and slightly messy, framed his face, showing off sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and intense eyes that seemed both creative and a little intimidating.

Behind him was his personal secretary, a man who kept Hyunjin’s busy schedule running smoothly. The secretary looked around the room, making sure everything was in order—nothing out of place. It was important because Hyunjin wasn’t your typical boss, but he expected things to be perfect.

Hyunjin stopped for a second at the doorway, scanning the room with a look that seemed to take in more than what was right in front of him. His mind was always working, thinking ahead, piecing things together. His creativity and ambition were legendary, and everyone who worked for him knew this could be both a blessing and a curse.

“Mr. Hwang—" someone started, their voice shaky with both respect and fear.

“Where are the documents I asked for?” Hyunjin’s voice was calm, almost musical, but there was an edge to it—like he wasn’t in the mood for delays.

“Almost done, sir,” the head staff member stammered, their eyes darting nervously between Hyunjin and the floor.

Hyunjin didn’t react much, but his eyes flicked to the CCTV camera in the corner of the room. It was a small movement, but it said a lot. When he looked back at the staff member, it was clear he wasn’t happy with ‘almost done.’ “Almost?” he repeated softly, but there was no mistaking the impatience. “Do I look like someone who appreciates half-finished work?”

The room went silent. Everyone knew Hyunjin wasn’t just creative in his work; he could be quite creative when it came to dealing with mistakes, too. He was known for finding smart solutions, but also for handling failure with sharp precision.

Without another word, Hyunjin walked over to his desk, sat down, and opened his laptop. His fingers immediately flew over the keyboard as he dove into the flood of emails waiting for him. Each message was a new opportunity—a puzzle to solve, a problem to fix. His mind raced with ideas as he focused on the tasks ahead.

A quiet knock on the door barely registered, but Hyunjin noticed it. He was always aware of everything. "Mr. Han is here," one of the bodyguards said, stepping aside to let the visitor enter.

"Let him in," Hyunjin said, still typing without looking up.

Jisung strolled into the room, looking his usual laid-back self, though he seemed a little tired. He flopped onto the leather couch and stretched out like he owned the place. His relaxed attitude stood out in the otherwise tense room, but Hyunjin didn’t seem to care.