The Worker (BoyxBoy)

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"So...do you mind explaining what the hell is going on?" I asked when we were safely inside what I assumed was Daehyun's house. Nobody filled me in on anything anymore, so I just guessed. Hah! And Daehyun said I was a man of mysteries. Well, he's fucked up in the head.

Daehyun sat on the couch across from me, running a hand through his hair. The man looked sickly, like he was tired and a lot of things were going through his mind.

I grinned like a Chesire cat. I guess the old man couldn't keep up with such an adorable youngin' like myself!

"I don't know where to start." He sighed.

My eyebrow twitched. Oh, I don't know! How about explaining why someone's after me?! "Why don't you start with telling me who you are?"

Daehyun looked up to meet my gaze. Oh fuck, those eyes. He can be my Man Candy Monday...Ah! Focus, Youngjae. "You already know my name, so why do you need to know anything else?"

"Look, I only know three things about you: your name, your birthday, and your occupation. Okay, maybe four because you're an asshole." I rolled my eyes. "Did you really have to get a job as a pornstar though?"

He barked out laughter. "How could you possibly know that?"

"It was in your phone, duh." Did he think I was some sort of pervert? Oh wait, I was the one who masturbated to his videos.

Daehyun leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs and his head on his hands. "Hate to burst your bubble, but it wasn't. What kind of idiot would put a piece of information like that in their phone, when anyone could find it?" He suddenly smirked, his eyes forming crescents. "You watch me, don't you?"

I turned a dark shade of red. "Ha, what?! No! A-absolutely not!" It was totally in his phone. Wasn't it?

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Why can you just admit you did, instead of being so damn stubborn?"

"Because I love torturing you." I grinned mischievously, earning a snort from Daehyun.

"Yeah, I know that much." He rolled his eyes. "Now what do you want to know?"

"Hah! Basically everything! I have like, a gazillion questions to ask you." I paused for a moment to think. "How about who you are -AH!" I saw him open his mouth to speak and put my hand up to silence him. "Who you actually are. Not your name and all that shit."

"Okay," Daehyun began. "I work for a company called TS Protection, and they send out undercover agents to protect people from being targeted by the Matokis."

"Just like me." I said quietly.

He nodded and continued. "My job is to protect a Mister Yoo Youngjae, who I already know is you, and get you to our headquarters on a remote island. I myself have personally never been there. All of my training was here in Seoul." He sighed. "I really am not supposed to reveal who I am, but, given the circumstances and your stubbornness, I decided that it was for the best."

"It's okay, your secret is safe with me!" I grinned.

Daehyun ignored my comment. "Now we move into the topic about Matokis. Matokis aren't human. We actually aren't sure what exactly they are, but we've come to conclusions that they're not from this planet. They're basically doppelgangers. You show them a picture of someone, and they can instantly transform the way they look and sound to match the human perfectly. That's why I asked if that imposter sounded like me. We always can tell for sure that it's a Matoki if they sound like one of our agents. It doesn't matter about looks." His voice turned deadly. "I just don't get it."

I tried to soak in all of this information. "Don't get what?" Pfft. I don't get anything he's talking about. I was basically just staring at his lips while he talked, but I heard bits and pieces.

"Why anyone would want you dead."

That snapped me back to reality. "Someone wants me dead?!" I squeaked out.

He nodded. "When a Matoki is sent after someone, they're trained to only go after that target. Anyone interferring with their mission will be eliminated. That's why TS agents have a hard job." He looked up at me. "A person must have a bone to pick with you, Youngjae."

"Well, really it could be anybody. Everyone hates me so, yeah, it's nothing new. Trust me." I took a deep breath, still trying to drill his words into my brain. "Wait so, were you the one who I spilled perfume on in the store? I'm just asking because you said about the looks and voice and stuff..."

"Yeah, my shirt still smells like a chick. Thanks for that." Daehyun pouted playfully.

"That must've sucked to smell like that in front of your girlfriend!" I blurted out, instantly covering my mouth in embarrassment. Shit! Way to be obviously jealous! I might as well put a sticker on my forehead that says: "I'm really a girl who just bursts out her feelings to the man she loves."

"Oh about that, I lied." He said matter-of-factly.

Wait, what? None of this is making sense, dammit! "Why?" I questioned. "It's not like you think I'm attractive or anything like that."

He looked away, a slight blush painting his cheeks. "I wanted to make you jealous."

"And again I ask: why?" Holy poop. The sexy Jung Daehyun wanted to make me, of all people, jealous?! Oh no no, this must be a dream. Maybe I should pinch myself to-

"You don't remember me, do you?" He frowned as I shook my head.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Of course I know you." Daehyun perked up as he heard my words. "I know you from your videos!" I smiled cheekily at him, but the grin quickly vanished when I noticed him sulk again. Was I supposed to remember him?! I've never met him before, so how in the world was I supposed to know who he is?

"We went to high school together." Oh. "You tormented me all four years. I was the nerd who always admired you from afar." I do remember now.

"I remember you, Bucky..." I breathed, guilt instantly making my stomach churn. I was a bully back in high school, well atleast to him I was. I was always jealous of his grades and his personality. Being a sports jock, I had plenty of admirers and girlfriends, but he was the only one I was interested in. He had such a beauty to him that I couldn't explain, so my explanation came out as forms of violence and name-calling. The Buck-Toothed Beaver was what I called him. It eventually caught on, and soon enough, that was his new name.

But Bucky was not longer present. It was all Jung Daehyun now. Gone were the wide-rimmed glasses. Daehyun's piercing blue eyes shined brightly. Gone were the buck-teeth. I felt my heart stop everytime he smiled, revealing his perfect canines. And gone were the dorky outfits. The agent was wearing tight, black skinny jeans, a white cotton t-shirt, and a pairs of white Vans that looked as if they'd never been worn before. In short, the man sitting in front of me was fucking perfect.

This whole time, Daehyun loved me. No matter how many punches I threw. No matter hiw many times I called him gay. I didn't realize it, but I was head-over-heels in love with the nerd, too. Bullying him was the only way I knew to get his attention, and it worked. It worked a little too well.

"Daehyun..." I choked out. "I know this could never cover for anything I did to you, but I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry!" Tears started rolling down my cheeks freely. "I was such an asshole to you, when you didn't even deserve it. You never did anything wrong!"

I heard footsteps and felt strong arms wrap around me as I cried into his warm chest.

"Hey now, don't be beating yourself up over the past, Youngjae. I've forgiven you long ago. How could I stay mad at the man I fell in love with?" He chuckled softly, but his voice was shaky.

I looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks and sniffled. "It's okay, Daehyun...You can cry, too. I know I did horrible things to you."

Daehyun nodded once before a tear made a pathway from his wet eyes to his chin.

We stayed like that, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings until we fell asleep in each other's arms.