What's Behind The Scenes [FAYEYOKO FANFICTION]

Chapter 11

Faye Malisorn's POV

We all head out from the photoshoot location and make our way to a nearby club. The atmosphere is buzzing, and a sense of excitement fills the air. The club is already lively, with music and lights filtering out into the street.

As we approach the club, I find myself moving closer to Yoko, almost instinctively. There's something about being in a crowded place like this that makes me want to be near her, to protect her from any advances from other guys.

I stay by her side, my eyes darting around, sizing up our surroundings. I can't help but feel a little possessive, which is unlike me, but it's like some primal instinct that kicks in when Yoko is around.

She looks over at me, noticing how close I'm sticking to her side, almost shadowing her.

"You know, you don't have to play bodyguard. I can handle myself in a club, Faye."

It gives me pause, and I can't help but wonder if my protective stance is making her uncomfortable.

I give Yoko a small nod, silently acknowledging her reassurance. I take a step back, giving her some space. Meanwhile, Ize approaches me with a drink in her hand, offering it to me with a smile.

"You look like you need this," She teases, giving me a knowing grin.

I accept the drink and take a long sip, trying to distract myself from the fact that Yoko now seems to be surrounded by a group of young men, engaged in conversation and laughter. 

They're all handsome and charming, and it's clear that they're enjoying her company.

My jaw clenches involuntarily as I see one of them casually put his arm around her shoulders, and my knuckles whiten, gripping my drink tighter.

I try to act nonchalant, but I can't help feeling a twinge of jealousy deep down.

Ize, who's sitting beside me, seems to notice my reaction to the scene unfolding a few feet away from us. She gives me a sly smile and bumps me gently with her shoulder.

"Jealous, aren't you?"

I try to play it cool, giving her a casual shrug. "What? No, I'm not." But my voice betrays me, sounding slightly strained.

The sight of the men around Yoko, the sound of her laughter mix with the loud music, and the jealousy bubbling under my skin are too much to bear.

I grab another drink, downing it in one go, needing the alcohol to numb the emotions coursing through me.

The liquid burns as it goes down my throat, but I barely feel it, my mind focused on the painful sight of Yoko enjoying herself with other men. I order another drink, my movements a bit shakier now.

"Woah, slow down there," Ize says, eyebrows raised as she sees me downing my third drink. "Don't you think you're drinking a bit too much?"

"I'm fine," I insist, though my voice sounds a bit slurred. I reach for another drink, but Ize quickly snatches it away before I can grab it.

"You're not fine," Ize counters, her tone firm. "You're drinking way too fast. You need to slow down before you get completely wasted."

The alcohol has now taken effect, and my thoughts are a bit hazy. The situation is not at all what I envisioned.

I thought that tonight would be a chance for me and Yoko to have some time together, to make things right, to reconnect.

But now, as I watch her engage with others, laughing and talking blissfully, it feels like my hopes are falling apart.