The Worker (BoyxBoy)

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Youngjae's POV

I was still worried about Daehyun.
Sure, he was a TS agent, and, according to my cocky boyfriend, that meant that he was "a badass, quick healing, ninja".
Whatever the hell that meant.
Despite his arrogance, I could still tell that he was hurting. I'm pretty sure a bullet to the chest would slow down just about anyone.
"I don't even have a clue as to where we are." Daehyun let out a defeated sigh and leaned against the wooden wall, wincing at the contact. "You would think that with all my training, I could figure out directions, but nope. Not this time."
I walked over to him and brushed hair out of his face. "Don't be so hard on yourself, baby." Standing on my tippy-toes, I pressed my plump lips against his soft ones.
When I pulled away, his mood immediately brightened, evidence of it present on his face.
Daehyun smiled at me, reaching his hand out to cup my cheek. "You're so beautiful, Youngjae-ah." He breathed, studying my features.
"S-shut up, you pabo." I blushed and leaned into his touch, causing the agent to chuckle.
He removed his hand from my skin and walked over to open the door. It's hinges groaned in protest, but opened wide when Daehyun tugged harshly.
He took a step outside to study the little cottage's surroundings. "Well..." Daehyun sighed. "Unfortunately, I still don't know where we are."
I made my way out of the room to stand next to him and looked around. "Last I checked, we were at a hotel, but I guess when I was passed out, the bastard dragged me to some small cottage."
"Hotel?" Daehyun growled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "What the hell were you two doing at a hotel?"
"Whoa, chill out. It's not like we did anything." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "He kept falling asleep behind the wheel, so I suggested that either I drive, or we stop somewhere. Excuse me for not wanting to die."
"Well, you're really gullible, aren't you?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, putting my hands on my hips. "Pardon?"
"I said: 'You're really gullible, aren't you?' Jae, Matokis don't need sleep." Daehyun looked up at the sky. "He tricked you into thinking that he did so he could get you alone."
"Well, if I wouldn't have thought of the hotel idea, I never would have found out about him not being the real Daehyun." I paused, thinking of a way to make my boyfriend jealous. "Plus," I added with a smirk. "he was a pretty good actor. Who knows? Maybe he would've made a moaning mess out of me." Shrugging, I started to walk towards a fallen tree, until a tight grip around my wrist stopped me.
I turned to find Daehyun staring at me with anger in his eyes.
"What the hell was that supposed to mean?" He growled, not indimidating me one bit.
I gave him an eye roll. "Oh, nothing! Now let go of me. My wrist is starting to lose feeling."
His grip only tighted as he spoke with venom dripping from his words. "Youngjae, I advise you to not talk like that in front of me. You know I get very jealous." Daehyun pulled me against his chest, his lips so close that I could smell mint on his breath. "Besides, I could make you scream way louder. You wouldn't be able to remember anything but my name."
My eyes widened as he lowered his lips to meet mine. The kiss was want and love mixed into one.
I never really thought about sex with Daehyun. (Okay, that was the biggest lie ever.)
Though it wasn't a very romantic setting, I couldn't help but feel butterflies zing around in my stomach as Daehyun gently laid me down onto the soft grass.
His clothes were shed in mere seconds, my mind a blur from his movements. I zeroed my gaze onto Daehyun's chiseled abs. His skin firm to the touch as I ran my fingers over the perfectly sculpted muscles. I sure scored high with my boyfriend.
I was a bit skeptical with showing off my body. It wasn't as toned and muscular as I wanted it to be, and there were so many scars from when I had been abused by my alcoholic father.
So when Daehyun curled his fingers around the hem of my shirt, I quickly covered his hands with my own to stop him from lifting it up.
"Dae," I breathed out, my eyes wide with fear. "Please don't. My body is ugly."
Daehyun frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Jagiya, you're beautiful. Why would you say something so absurd?" His fingertips ghosted up my arms, causing my to shiver, despite the warmth of the afternoon sun.
"How can you say that?" I countered. "You've never even seen it. I have, so I know that it's ugly, and I hate it." Tears formed in my eyes and I forced myself to look away from his caring gaze.
"Baby." His voice was like honey, so soft and pure, I just wanted to melt into it. "I won't force you to do anything, but know that even though I haven't seen all of you, the parts I have seen are so flawless and gorgeous."
Daehyun put his finger under my chin, turning my head to look at him and gazed into my eyes. His lips found mine and we kissed so passionately that it was making my head spin.
I knew that despite my fearfulness, Daehyun wouldn't laugh at my deformities. He just wasn't that kind of person.
As our lips parted, I hesitantly gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My breath hitched in my throat, Daehyun's eyes wandering around my torso.
I took his silence as a bad thing, so I blushed and reached to grab my shirt to put it back on, when Daehyun spoke.
"Beautiful...utterly beautiful." His breath made my skin quiver as he slowly trailed his lips from my stomach to my chest. "Why were you hiding this from me, Youngjae?"
My face turned redder. "I-I..." I spluttered out, not quite sure what to use as an excuse.
Daehyun waited patiently for a response, his nose nuzzled into my neck.
"If you don't mind, uh, waiting for me to...have s-sex with you," I stuttered at the word "sex", considering that I had been sexually assaulted by my father and thought it was a bad thing to say aloud. "I'd like to tell you something that I've never told anyone before."
He pulled back to sit on his knees and nodded. "I would love to hear it, Jae. I love hearing your voice." Daehyun rubbed circles on my arm, urging me to tell him.
"I guess the word "scared", or "terrified" would suffice for adjectives to describe my feelings. I was terrified of you seeing my chubbiness or scars as a sign of weakness or prostitution, and thinking that I was some cheap whore who willingly gave up his body for sex.
Of course, that isn't at all true. I'm chubby because when I was younger, my umma would make me all sorts of delicious dishes for my meals. She loved cooking for me because I appreciated her acts of kindness towards me, unlike Appa, who didn't eat with the family at all. He would spend most of his day in his office, drinking or watching TV.
Everytime Umma or I would try and bring his meals to him, he would snap at us to leave him alone. We never got away without a beer bottle or something hard to the head. Eventually, we got the hint and just let him be. No one knew how Appa got his food or drinks, because we would rarely see him outside of his room.
It really was like not having a father. The only time he interacted with me was when he...he..." A small tear trailed down my cheek, and I smiled sadly whdn Daehyun reached forward to wipe it away with his thumb.
"Appa sexually abused me. I was so young and weak...I didn't know that what he was doing to me was wrong at first. My first instincts were to let him have his fun and not get him aggrevated, or I would get punished. As you can see, when I began to get older, I resisted. My scars are the results.
The beatings started to get really violent. Sometimes so violent, that I would end up passing out or having to go to the hospital.
My umma couldn't do anything about it, nor did I wanted her to. I was worried that if she tried to stop him, he would turn on her and abuse her as well. There was no way I could let Umma take beatings from her own husband.
Finally, when I was fifteen, I decided that enough was enough. I got a job, obviously at Victoria's Secret, and promised Umma that I would send the money to help pay for the house. I myself had run away, living in the slide at a local park. My appa was always so drunk that he never even realized that his son was gone. That drunk bastard..."
I took a deep breath and watched as Daehyun tried to process everything, his cheeks tear-stained.
My shirt was damp; I hadn't even realized that while I was telling my story, a dam burst and all of my tears flowed out.
Daehyun pulled me into his arms, his nose nuzzled into my hair as he whispered. "Youngjae, you are the bravest person I know. You did something so generous for someone else...giving your own body up to protect them. I've known and seen a lot of brave people, but you, you are the bravest of them all."
He moved away slightly to grab my cheeks. "I love you, Youngjae. Despite everything you've been through. Please allow me to help you forget your past and create a future with you. I promise to always be there for you, jagiya."
I was too touched by his words that all I could do was nod and breath out "I'm ready".
Daehyun understood my signal and reached down to slide off my jeans and boxers.
Since we had no lube, prepping was a bit more painful than I would've liked, but I pushed through it. Daehyun cooing in my ear and whispering reassuring words help to ease the stinging inside of me.
It didn't take long before something much bigger and wider than fingers was pressing against my hole. As Daehyun pushed past my ring of muscles, I arched my back and emitted a cry of distress.
The agent waited for me to adjust to his size, rubbing my hips softly. A few moments passed, and I tested out moving my body to meet his, finding it to feel wonderful rather than painful.
Daehyun took this as a sign to continue, so he began to thrust into me, my whole body burning with desire and love.
As passionate kisses were shared, bodies intertwining, and heartbeats becoming one, I knew that no matter how difficult a situation was, together, we could overcome it.