The Worker (BoyxBoy)

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Daehyun's POV

I knew I was dead. I had died in the arms of my lover, Yoo Youngjae.
Death wasn't so bad, I reasoned, if it meant that I had saved someone I truly cared about.
From myths and beliefs, people have always said that when you died, the past, present, and future would all come in a flash right before your eyes.
Maybe mine were still loading. I don't know. All I know is that I'm dead.
I looked around the room I was in. The massive interior resembled a movie theater that I used to go to when I was a kid. I guess I had reached the flashback stage of Death.
Sighing, I made my way up the middle stairs and took a seat in one of the super uncomfortable chairs.
Suddenly, the projector whirred to life, a bright light invading the darkness. The screen lit up and I saw myself as a young boy, laying in my tiny bed, my hands covering my face.
I paled, as I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, my bedroom door was flung open, the wood hitting the door stopper with such force, that it snapped off.
In stormed my angry father, a paper and whip in hand.
"Jung Daehyun!" He screeched. "What the hell is this?!" When I didn't remove my hands, he raised the whip and struck me across my knuckles.
The helpless whimpers I made as I lowered my arms caused the man to sneer. "Look at you, you pathetic piece of trash. When will you realize that your mother and I don't want you? That we don't love you? You were a mistake from birth and you are a mistake now." He threw the paper at me. "Just look at this fucking test score. You got a B?! That's unacceptable, Jung Daehyun." My father glared at me, his eyes piercing my soul. "I think...I think it would be best if you just died." He shook his head, turning around and walked out of my room, not uttering another word.
The younger me was too stunned to cry. All of the hate from my father was normal, but not this. This was on a new level. Never before had he said something so cruel like that.
Before I had time to react, the scene changed, and again I saw young Jung Daehyun sitting alone on a park bench. It was a dreary day, the clouds covering the entire sky while rain poured out from the heavens.
I didn't have anything with me to protect the raindrops that felt like a thousand needles puncturing my skin. I was lucky enough to even have the clothes on my back.
The way my eyes kept shifting, I never that I was fighting the urgency to cry. The bench was across from an orphanage, and in my mind, I knew that running away and putting myself up for adoption would be the only reasonable thing to do.
The flashback ended when I ran across the street and pulled open the doors, disappearing inside.
Immediately following, I appeared to be older. This event was definitely after the adoption had occurred. I recognized this as my sophomore year in high school, the year I met him.
I was standing in the hallway at my locker, fumbling around for the correct books for my next few classes. When I had successfully done that, I shut my locker and turned around, only to slam directly into the most popular guy in school, and my crush, Yoo Youngjae.
All of my books and papers went flying from my grasp, and even my glasses had managed to slip off my face and onto the floor.
I reached down to pick up the fallen supplies, only to be stopped by a hard kick to my side.
"Fucking hell, man. Watch where you're going!"
I managed to retrieve my glasses and put them on, my eyes traveling up the stranger's Converse, to his designer skinny jeans, to his plain white t-shirt, to finally rest my gaze on his eyes.
My breath hitched. This boy right in front of me was so perfect, I was completely lost in his chocolate orbs.
"Aren't you gonna apologize, faggot?" He growled, and his friends standing behind him snickered.
I just stared at him, my voice lost somewhere deep in my throat.
The handsome stranger rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"Hey, wait." One of the boys behind him spoke up. "Isn't that Bucky? You know, the kid with the buck teeth? I think his real name is Jung Daehyun, or some shit like that." The boy paused. "Anyways, Youngjae, don't worry about the nerd. He won't run into you again."
Youngjae...The name itself was like a gift from heaven. I wanted to say that name as long as I lived. Youngjae...Youngjae...
"Good." Youngjae nodded and walked away, his group following at his heel.
I let out a breath I didn't realized I was holding. At that moment in time, I finally believed in love at first sight.
Or crash...
Whatever.
The scene changed. It was high school again, me still being my usual nerdy self.
I was in the locker room after gym, changing back into my school uniform. Not wanting the other boys to see my body, I always waitied until they had finished to even think about taking off my clothes.
I smelled the smoke before I heard the footsteps. Frozen in place, I didn't want to turn around, in hopes of the person recognizing me.
"Daehyunnie~" A familiar voice purred into my ear, causing me to flinch.
I was getting ready to bolt, until I felt hands on my waist. "What do you want, Youngjae? Here to make my life more miserable than it already is?"
Youngjae chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling against my back. "No..." He breathed out. "I want you."
My breath hitched as he licked along the shell of my ear. "S-stop..."
"Daehyun, why fight me, when we both know that this is what you've wanted all along?" Youngjae turned me around, pushing my body against the lockers. His hand traveled down my torso to rest on my crotch.
I didn't know what to do. Of course I wanted this. Hell, this boy was my whole heart. But I knew that I didn't want it like this. I wanted it out of love, not out of lust. Youngjae definitely wasn't himself.
"Stop." I said again, this time more forcefully. I put my hands flat on his chest and pushed him away. He was so close, I didn't know how much my mind could take.
It was spinning as I ran out of the locker room and down the hallway.
When that flashback ended, the room went dark, and I knew that the past was over and it was now coming time for the present.
Sure enough, the light clicked back on a few seconds later with a new setting.
It was me standing in the TS headquarters building, talking to my boss, Bang Yongguk.
"Daehyun, this will be your hardest mission yet. The Matoki you are dealing with is owned by a man with the name Kim Himchan. He's very dangerous, so I'm assuming that his Matoki will be as well." He paused, looking over some papers on his desk. "The target they are after is a boy about your age, Yoo Youngjae."
My heart stopped. "S-sir? Did you say, Yoo Youngjae?"
Yongguk glanced up at me, annoyance present on his face. "Yes boy, do you have cheesecake in your ears?! Pay attention!"
"Minhae, sir." I bowed.
"Good." He tapped his fingers on the wooden desk. "Apparently the reason is...jealousy? Hm...that's an odd reason. Then again, Kim Himchan is an odd man." He sighed. "Anyways, get to it! And Daehyun? Don't fail me."
I sat still, waiting for the next memory to appear.
I recognized this place. It was the Victoria's Secret where I met Youngjae. Of course we both looked extremely different, but I knew from photos (and my heart) that the man I had my gaze locked on, was indeed, Yoo Youngjae.
At first, I didn't exactly know how to approach him. I figured that just running up and kidnapping the boy was out of the question.
Although that way might be quicker, and a lot less embarrassing, I decided on just buying something instead.
I picked out a few random shirts, not even bothering to look at the type or price tag, and a bottle of perfume.
When I brought my items up to the check out desk, I decided on something else. I would have to act as rude as possible if I wanted Youngjae to notice and remember me.
The perfect opportunity was when he was so engrossed with my features that he broke the glass bottle filled with scented liquid.
I really wasn't mad when some of the girly fragrance soaked into my shirt, I just had to act like I was. Poor boy, he was so frazzled, that I almost bursted out laughing.
I was chuckling to myself as I watched the events happen, and was still snickering when the next one came on screen.
I immediately shut up when I saw just exactly which scene was playing.
Youngjae was sitting in the middle of a familiar room, holding my head in his lap as he cried nonstop.
It broke my heart to see him like this. I realized that this was exactly what was going on in the real world, while I was sitting in a fantasy.
My poor baby...I desperately ached to go back to him, but I knew my time here was not finished. I prayed that Youngjae could handle being alone for a little while longer.
The projector flicked off, the room once again filling with darkness as I patiently (not really) waited for the future to come on.
A couple moments passed by before light illuminated the screen. This was the one out of the three I was most excited to witness. The future could reveal secrets or hints about how to defeat the Matoki and Kim Himchan once and for all. (And also if I get some sexy time with my Youngjae, but I'm leaving that part out if he asks.)
I was at a place I was never seen before. I glanced around, noticing a sign that read: "Mato Incorporated." Matoki headquarters...
I swallowed. This was definitely not a good place to be. Matokis could be anywhere!
"Dae?" A soft voice called out.
I turned, expecting someone to be there, but was met with nothing at all. Well, that was weird.
I heard it again, but this time it was much louder, like the voice was getting closer to me. "Dae?"
"Hello?!" I called out, pulling a knife from my boot. "Is someone out there?"
Suddenly, I was knocked to my feet.
"Daehyun!" Youngjae's voice was right next to my ear. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
I sighed in relief and turned to meet Youngjae's smiling face. "God, Jae. You scared the shit out of me!"
He leaned down to kiss my lips. "I know. And trust me, it was hilarious."
"Whatever." I huffed and rolled my eyes, my face breaking out into a smile when Youngjae buried his nose into my neck.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before I spoke again. "Hey Jae?"
"Hmm?" He hummed, his lips still pressed to my skin.
"Where are we?"
My question caused Youngjae to pick his head up and stare at me, confused. "You don't know?"
I shook my head.
"Mato Incorporations." He pointed at the sign I saw earlier. "The headquarters of the business you own, silly boy, remember?"
"W-what?!" I choked out. "I own Mato Inc.?"
Youngjae chuckled. "Honestly, Dae, did you hit your head? Of course you do. As a matter of fact, we do. After the Matoki captured us and brought us to Himchan, he made us both into a Matoki! Isn't that great, Dae?" He smiled widely at me.
I shook my head frantically. "No! No! This can't be hap-"
Suddenly, everything went dark.
"YOU have the power to change your future, Daehyun. Only you."
My eyes snapped open.
I felt wetness all over my face as I looked up to meet the tear-filled eyes of my boyfriend.
"Dae?! What-"
I put up my hand to silence him. "I'll explain later. But Jae? Promise me one thing."
"What?"
"We will not fail."