When He is Jealous

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Idol: Jung Hoseok 


I couldn't believe my eyes right now

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I couldn't believe my eyes right now. I was so pissed off. Watching my wife dancing with the salsa instructor. When I was supposed to be dancing with her. (y/n) wasn't the best dancer but this was supposed to be me creating memories and dancing. But I was 'to advance' and had to switch partners. My current dance partner was the female instructor. She was a great teacher and dancer but I didn't want her. Not wanting to make a scene in front of the rest of the couples in the studio I continued dancing with the female instructor. I couldn't keep my eyes on the instructor. He would have his grubby hands on (y/n)'s hips and swaying them around to the Latin beat. My eyes twitched with jealousy. I had to keep my frustrations inside because (y/n) said jealousy and over-possessive reminded her of her ex.

"Time for a new partner switch." The female instructor called. Perfect, now I could get back with my wife. But no blocking me was an elderly woman. Being respectful I accepted and started dancing with her. But the male instructor was still with (y/n). He was saying something to her but I was too far away. I needed to get closer. With the pace of the music spreading up I maneuvered the elderly woman closer to (y/n) and the instructor.

"Hi hobi." (y/n) greeted. Her hands were around the instructor's neck.

I couldn't even speak to her because the elderly spoke. "Let's leave that young couple alone and dance over here."

Dammit! No!

Like working in reverse the elderly woman moved me away from(y/n). I sighed and paid attention to my dance partner. The woman had her arms wrapped around my waist and was squeezing me tightly. Her grey bun was resting on my chest. Not even being on beat anymore she just rocked me to her own rhythm. I just flowed with the woman and danced with her. (y/n) looked up and saw us. She was holding in her laughter, then she mouthed 'cute'. I smiled at her. I was glad I didn't let my jealous temper blow up in my face. Then that instructor dipped her and grabbed her leg and slid his hand up her thigh. (y/n) let out a small scream in response.

I had enough. "Excuse me, mam, I need to take care of something." I spoke to the old woman and separated from her."

I stood upright behind (y/n). "May I have this dance." I bowed a little and stuck my hand out. Her dimples popped out and she grabbed my hand.

"I've been waiting all night for this dance. I can show you what he taught me." And she whisked me across the dance floor. I turned around and glared at the instructor.

Oh, I was gonna have words with him. Tossing that man out of my head I paid attention to my jaw-dropping wife in front of me. She was wearing a blouse and skinny jeans. The jeans fit her too well because I could see her underwear line popping from her pants. A discussion for another time.

(y/n) spun around and had her back against my pelvis. Naturally, my hands went around her waist and ground with her body. This is what I wanted. Alone time with my wife and just vibing with her. The pace of the music started to pick back up.

"Last dance. It's time to put the full salsa together." The male instructor spoke out to the class.

I gave (y/n) a look. "Are you ready to teach me what you learned?"

"Of course." I let her take the lead of the dancing and she was doing well. Few mistakes here and there but I couldn't be any more proud. Watching (y/n) dance just activated something inside of me. Combining two of my favorite things; (y/n) and dance. Yeah, I was feeling some type of way.

Sadly the song ended and (y/n) stopped dancing. "Babe that was great." I kissed the side of her head. We were walking to the parking lot. Her arms were around the lower section of my waist.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I love watching you dance. I have to get you to dance more often." Out of the corner of my eye, I see the male instructor.

"Babe wait in the car for me."

"Not if you are gonna harass the dance instructor."

"Not harass just have a conversation. Man to man." (y/n) stopped walking and folded her arms.

"Jung Hoseok."

"Jung (y/n)." I mocked using the same tone she was giving me.

"Leave him alone, for me. Do it for me."

I actually had to contemplate in a parking lot if I was going to jump that instructor. Or was I gonna go home and enjoy the rest of the night with my wife? Tough decision but I knew the best option for me.

"Hey, jackass! If I ever see you rubbing on my wife like that again. It's on sight. Best believe." I said in Korean. Not really understanding what I said he just smiled and waved at us. I smiled at him fooling him more. Then (y/n) and I got in the car.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Jung." (y/n) laughed as we pulled off from the dance studio.

"Just love me like you usually do." (y/n) leaned over and kissed my cheek. That made the little boy in me come out.

"Gosh, you do something to me woman." 

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