I heard him walk into the kitchen where I stood and cooked some food for us. I was making pancakes since I know it was his favorite and it's the only thing I can cook without burning the house down.
"Hey Tae" he suddenly said. I could hear in his voice something was.. off. "I have to tell you something."he started. I realized he needed my full attention so I turned the oven off to be able to listen to him.
"Okay" I said and we sat down by the kitchen table.
"I- I just thought that now that I'm going on tour with you, I have to tell you why I disappear from time to time" he started and I noticed he was playing with his fingers, giving me a sign he was nervous to tell me.
"There's nothing to be scared about, I won't judge you" I said and took his hand in mine.
He breathed out deeply as he tried to find courage. "I'll have to take it from the beginning. So when I was a kid I was sexually abused by one of my teachers. He would use me, every single day" he started and I could hear just the beginning was hard for him to tell me. "This kept happening until I was 6 years old, but what was weird was that most of the times I was abused I couldn't remember. Everyone told me it was normal and I believed them" he said and looked into my eyes. I could see how he was trying to hold the tears in. "But one day, I laid in my couch at home. Then it was like I woke up and I was in the middle of a road. I couldn't remember how or why I was there." He breathed out again to take control of the tears that threatened to fall. "I talked to a therapist and when I was 15 years old I was diagnosed with DID or dissociative identity disorder. It means that a 'Alter' can come out and basically take control of my body. When I later control my body again I can't remember anything my 'alter' or personality has done. I switched a lot when I was younger but it rarely happens now" he said and looked down at the table.
"Thanks for telling me" was all I said. He looked up with hope shining in his eyes.
"You don't think I'm a freak?" He asked hopeful.
"No, of course not. Look, I've known people with similar disorders and yeah it can be hard to understand sometimes but I'll never think you're a freak. I love you for you, with a disorder or not." I assured him. He smiled at me.
I stood up from the table, my eyes never leaving his. I walked towards the chair he sat at and bent down so our faces was equally high.
"I love you too" He whispered as our faces were centimeters apart.
I kissed him deeply and passionately. Now that I know he trusts me a hundred precent I want to show him how it's like to be loved.
He stood up while we were kissing and I lightly pushed him against the wall. We started kissing again. This time with lust.
His hands entangled themselves in my hair and my hands stayed around his waist.
We both realized where this was going. I started leading us towards his bedroom.
I closed the door behind us after we entered.
I started taking of his shirt and afterwards pushed him lightly on the bed.
I gave him light kisses down his neck, leaving some purplish marks. He released breathy "fuck"s as I continued down his toned, pale stomach.
"You can tell me to stop at any time and I will" I assured him, feeling how tense his muscles were.
"I don't want you to stop" he breathed out in a slightly higher pitch. "I need you"
