The Escort: A Taekook Love Story, Season One

Part 18: Is there bacon?

Tae's POV:

I lay on my side supported by one arm with my chin firmly pressed into my palm, admiring my gorgeous boyfriend. The window shades are lowered, yet soft light edges through at the corners and sides. Slender rays of sunlight fall perfectly over Kookie -- laminating his beauty, his sweet kissable lips, cheeks -- and gives sheen to his dark lustrous hair. A sudden inner sensation of safety and love washes over me with a certainty, and a smile dances on my lips.

What a day and night we had. There was fun, joy, and pain we'd come through together. It's often through our worst moments we grow. I don't believe my poor Kookie will ever forgive himself for his behavior.  Yes, partially it was alcohol, jealousy, and fear but there's also something deeper -- an abandonment.  He's had a privileged life but I think there's unhealed emotional pain that left a deep inner scar. Like me there are some broken parts. Under the restorative light of one powerful love, we'll heal together.  Even after Kookie's lack of trust last night and my emotional break, my gut told me to trust with complete abandon and I will.

Something special has invaded my spirit – a real love. Now I'm certain of three things without question. Kookie is good and kind, we're not perfect, and we're in love. I want to rise up and dance a jig on our bed, but I won't – at least not today.  

Gingerly I brush a soft kiss on his cheek and quietly slide out of bed.

I then retreat to the junior suite and do my skin care routine, nails and hair. Although we have daily maid service, I like things tidy and neat. so I pick up around the penthouse and start a pot of coffee. It's a warm sunny morning and I decide to have my coffee on the terrace.

I take a few sips before placing my hot steaming cup on the table. The hazelnut flavor smells divine and tastes delectable as the heated creamy sweet liquid coats my tongue and glides down my throat warming my belly. I just can't stop smiling. As soon as I position myself comfortably on the chaise lounge crossing my ankles my phone vibrates on the table.  

I beam seeing the caller. "Good morning Chim!"

"You sound like a perky bitch this morning." He teases.

"I am, I am." I sigh, positioning myself for a nice conversation with my best friend. "Last night we went dancing and ..."

"Bitch stop! Back up and start with the kink box two nights ago." He roars.

I forgot I haven't spoken to Jimin since our Gucci excursion. Two nights have passed and so much has happened. I shamefully apologize and he scolds me for only a few seconds because he wants all the hot details without delay. I spare nothing and tell him about the lap dance and how our plan worked out. I can just see him hinging on the edges of his seat with bulging eyes and a dropped mouth.

"Damn Tae, how'd you keep him off your ass?" Jimin dramatically gasps.

"Shit, it wasn't easy. Kookie is all hands and always seeking my ass." A laugh sprang from us.

"Did you give him the classic level two sexy lap dance or did you go deep with the level 5 super slut?"

"Bitch, you know I don't play. It was Super Slut with maneuvers. He was tapping my ass all night after that." In sync, our laughter is riotous. I then bring him up to date about our entire day, again taking care to leave nothing out. Jimin is my best mate, my rock, and we share everything.

"Aww Tae. That must have been scary. But he said he loves you and you told him too. That sounds like me and Yoongi minus the crazy as fuck ex-boyfriend. He snickers and pauses.

"Tae...You sure about him?" His voice whines.

Without hesitation I answer. "Yes Chim, I'm sure."

"Okay, I trust you. I just have one question."