Mrs. Right

Interpretive Dance

I didn't know what level of dress tonight's trip to the bar was going to be, so I settled for my navy crepe jumpsuit. It was just casual enough to wear to the office or for a day out shopping and just formal enough for a night on the town. I also opted to just pull one side of my hair back with a pretty comb, leaving my hair down. Figuring the lighting in the bar would be a bit dimmer, I put just a bit more eye makeup on. I didn't want to have a heavily painted face, but I still wanted to look presentable.

The car arrived and took me to the bar. Namjoon was waiting out front standing in the shadows trying to be inconspicuous, his hands in his pockets. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Hello!"

He approached me, bowed, and reached out to shake my hand. My hands were all sweaty from nerves, so I subtly grasped and released the fabric of my pant leg to wipe off some of the sweat during the process of reaching out to shake his hand.

"Hello. Thank you again for inviting me."

"Come with me. The guys are all waiting for you in a private room."

He led me around the back and we entered through a door. We took a few steps down a dimly lit hallway and entered a room on the right. The whole time we were walking, I was doing everything I could to calm myself. I couldn't believe what was happening. I grew a bit lightheaded and stumbled a bit on my footing as I steadied myself. Luckily, I don't think he saw it.

"Guys, this is Addy Wright, your new teacher," he said in Korean.

I noticed he had a strange smile on his face. It was almost like a shit-eating grin. They all turned their attention toward me and I noticed their eyes grow big and mouths drop open. They looked like they were in shock. 

I looked up and whispered to Namjoon, "Were they not expecting me?"

"They knew you were coming," he reassured me.

I looked back at them and smiled as if everything was normal. Suddenly, I heard Yoongi mutter under his breath, "Namjoon, you son of a bitch."

I turned and looked at Namjoon as he immediately blurted out, "Yoongi says it's nice to meet you." He then winked at me. Yoongi glared at him, shook his head, then turned his attention back toward me.

Considering the way they were all looking at me, something was definitely up. Regardless, it appeared that Namjoon wanted to play a trick on the guys. Okay--I was game. Knowing they were already able to understand some English, I decided to add to the fun by using more complex English terms so Namjoon would have to interpret for both me and the guys. I replied, "It's nice to meet you, too. I am much obliged to all of you for letting me accompany you tonight. I don't usually imbibe, but I make exceptions for special circumstances like tonight."

I noticed puzzled looks on some of their faces. Namjoon nodded at me, acknowledging I had caught on to the game he wanted to play. He turned back to the guys and interpreted for me, "She says it's nice to meet you and she appreciates being invited to join us tonight."

They all got up from their seats to greet me. I shook each one of their hands, giving a small bow and saying hello in English. Namjoon led me to their table and pulled out a chair for me. I thanked him and sat down between him and Jin. They proceeded to return to conversing in Korean.

"She's even prettier in person," Jungkook said to Taehyung, who was sitting right next to him.

"I can't believe our teacher is the woman with Jimin's butt!" Hobi chuckled.

I quickly glanced at Jimin. He was shooting daggers at Hobi with his eyes. Hearing them say, "she's even prettier in person" and "the woman with Jimin's butt" left me utterly confused. What did they mean? Where had they seen me before? I was intrigued, for sure. I decided I was going to play out this game for as long as I could.

We all started drinking soju, but I did my best to keep my drinking to a minimum so I could stay focused on their conversations and not reveal my hand. I turned to Jin and said, "I understand you are all very busy. Have you been able to find sufficient time to add to your culinary repertoire?"

Namjoon interpreted for me, and Jin smiled his worldwide handsome smile. "Unfortunately, no. I am still eating a lot, though," he responded in English. I laughed and asked him to tell me about some of his favorite dishes while Namjoon interpreted. Meanwhile, I listened carefully to the conversations going on between the other members in the background.

"Yoongi hyung, how does it feel to find out the woman you snapped a photo of in the coffee shop is going to be our teacher?" asked Taehyung.

"Talk about karma!" Jungkook laughed. Yoongi turned and looked at them with his cold, steely gaze.

Holy shit! The creep in the cafe was Yoongi?! I looked at Namjoon, wide-eyed, and he smirked and nodded at me, realizing what I had just overheard.

"Yoongi hyung, you weren't kidding. She does look like a porcelain doll," Jimin said in a serious tone, trying to distract Yoongi from their taunting remarks. I did my best to avoid blushing at Jimin's words. 

"Jiminah, cheer up," Hobi said. "Sure, she's pretty, but you have aegyo. It doesn't matter that you two have the same Jibooty. We won't replace you with her."

A smile crept up onto Jimin's face and he laughed lightly. Just then, Namjoon whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to pull the rug out from under them?"

I nodded, looked at Hobi, and asserted, "I'm afraid I have to disagree with you, Hobi. Jimin's butt is way better looking than mine. Should we stand side-by-side to compare them?" I interjected matter-of-factly in Korean.

The room grew silent and Namjoon raised his eyebrows as he looked at me. I could tell he hadn't expected such a ballsy comment. They all turned their heads and stared at me, mouths gaping open. I quickly drank my shot of soju, slammed the glass back onto the table, and smiled at them with an all-knowing grin.

"Namjoon, you asshole!" Jin exclaimed, shaking his head and laughing. 

Their faces turned bright red and after a few seconds, Jimin burst out laughing and pointing at Hobi. "Hobi hyung! She got you good!" Hobi looked down and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment while Jimin laughed so hard he fell out of his chair.

I turned and looked at Yoongi. It was time to get even with the man who took my picture at the coffee shop and totally freaked me out. "So, do you take photos of unsuspecting women in coffee shops often, Yoongi, or were you planning on adding my photo to your porcelain doll collection?" I asked pointedly with one eyebrow raised.

"OOOOOOOOHHHH!" Taehyung and Jungkook exclaimed, covering their mouths and pointing at Yoongi. Yoongi looked down and cleared his throat, his face beet red. I started to feel guilty for being so harsh with him. Namjoon leaned back, taking in the sight with a self-satisfied look on his face.

"Seriously, though," I smiled. "It's all good. Let's just relax and enjoy ourselves tonight. Now, who here is ready for another round of soju?"