The Escort: A Taekook Love Story, Season One

Part 16: Clubbing, jealousy, and trauma

 Jungkook's POV

As we enter Club Purple Passion, I tightly grasp Tae's hand. It's my intention to keep my boyfriend close. The reverberation of the music creates a craving for the dance floor. I've had a sample of Tae's moves last night and can't wait to watch my baby dance. I arranged for a private table near the dance floor. I survey our surroundings and quickly become aware that Tae has caught the eye of many of the men.

We move through the crowd, and I tighten my grip on Tae's hand, like a small child that might get lost in a busy crowd. The waitress comes over right away and takes our order. I pull Tae's chair next to mine, shoulder to shoulder. Anxiety steals down my spine. I'm bothered by all the attention Tae's getting. I pull my phone out to turn it off, wanting to be completely present for Tae as we finish our perfect day. I look at the screen and there's a message from my office marked urgent. I roll my eyes and then remember I'm trying to close a mega deal.

The music changes and Tae bounces in his seat and starts to pull on my arm.

"Kookie, I love this song. Let's dance." He's eager and too adorable.

"You go on baby. I have to respond to an urgent messages from my office. I'll watch and meet you out there." He smiles and moves to the dance floor as I chuckle. I watch his amazing moves for a few moments. Lowering my head, I increase my phones volume and press the device against my ear, tightly.

Fuck, the message is from Namjoon confirming the projections I sent. He says they're good and gave some nonsense apology for his behavior earlier. Nothing urgent at all. "Asshole!" I mutter.

Just that quick, I look up and see several men are dancing around Tae while others lurk nearby eyeing his body. Eyeing what is mine with greedy eyes. Rage turns in my gut.

Quickly I come up behind Tae and snake my arms around his waist and nuzzle his neck. Several of the men frown and walk away as my territory has been clearly marked.

A few others take predatory stances and continue to stay close and watch Tae with eyes heavily draped in sinful lust. They might as well pull out their dicks and jerk off right here. Disgusting!

As the music changes, we continue to dance. After about thirty minutes, we return to our table, breathing hard and thirsty.

Tae hugs me close. "Baby, you're a great dancer!"

"Thanks baby. I have a few moves." I chuckle. I try to stay focused and rid my head of the thought of the kinky pervs watching my sexy boyfriend.

"What's wrong baby?" His eyebrows pull close.

"Nothing darling." I try to dismiss my irritation.

"I think there is, Kookie." I don't ever want to lie or hide my feelings, so I tell him.

"Tae, I just don't like the aggressiveness of some of these men getting so close to you." I sneer and toss what I hope will be received as intimidating looks to the few guys that continue to look our way.

"Baby, I know how to handle myself. I'm not a flirt and, besides, I'm yours only. I didn't even notice them Kookie. I know we're new but please trust me." His voice is soft, and he gives me a sweet squeeze for reassurance.

We have a drink and then dance more before returning to our table; however, I'm still disturbed by the eyes on my boyfriend. I down several more drinks and feel more relaxed. The room sways a bit and I know I'm over my limit for alcohol. I excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

I'm not a drinker and find it offputting being around others that can't handle their liquor. But I feel anxious with Tae, and I question if I'm worthy. Confidence has never been my issue, so why now? God, I can't fuck this up. I've never wanted someone or something as much as I want to be with Tae. I'm using alcohol to deal with my anxiety – bad idea. I splash my face with water and return. New plan, order water, be with Tae and don't fuck shit up. I got this. Be cool.