Mrs. Right

Little Finger

Yoongi POV

Shit! I couldn't believe it. Namjoon walked into the room with our English teacher and it was HER--the woman from the cafe. Namjoon knew and the jerk kept it a secret. "Namjoon, you son of a bitch!" I muttered under my breath, hoping she wouldn't hear me. She looked at me, puzzled.

"Yoongi says it's nice to meet you," Namjoon quickly told her.

Whew! Namjoon incorrectly interpreted for me. I had momentarily forgotten that Namjoon said she didn't speak much Korean. We all stood up from our chairs to walk over and greet her. Her blue eyes penetrated me when she looked up at me. We sat back down and she took a seat between Jin and Namjoon. I overheard Jungkook and Hobi talking about her, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was entranced.

We started to drink and she turned to talk to Jin. Namjoon interpreted for her. Just then, Taehyung and Jungkook started to taunt me about taking a picture of her at the coffee shop. I turned my gaze onto them, letting them know I was far from amused. Jimin, sitting across from me, tried to cool me down by agreeing with my claim that she looked like a porcelain doll. Hobi then started to pick on Jimin by referencing the fact that she had a firm, round butt, just like his. What was this? Pick on Jimin and Yoongi night?

Suddenly, a woman's voice cut through the conversation. "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 froze. It was HER voice. SHIT! She had heard and understood EVERYTHING! What the FUCK?!! Jin cussed out Namjoon and Jimin burst out laughing at Hobi, who covered his face with his hands from the embarrassment.

"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?"

Fuck! I was mortified. All I could do was look down. My face was on fire and my gut was churning. I cleared my throat, not quite sure how to respond. Taehyung and Jungkook had a blast laughing it up at my expense. This was not good. We haven't even had our first English lesson yet, and my teacher thinks I'm a pervert with a porcelain doll fetish. I deserved it, though. I never should have objectified her. She must hate me.

"Seriously, though," her voice lightened up. "It's all good. Let's just relax and enjoy ourselves tonight. Now, who here is ready for another round of soju?" I lifted up my head and looked at her. She was smiling at everybody. She turned to look at me and smiled, raising her glass to me. Damn. An angel with a devilish sense of humor.

As the evening progressed, we started to loosen up a bit in her presence. She didn't drink much, explaining that while she enjoys the occasional drink, alcohol can sometimes make her get flushed and she has a low tolerance. She was telling the truth, as we saw it happen right before our eyes. Her skin turned rosy pink from her face all the way down her chest. She giggled and started fanning herself to try to cool down. Damn, she was adorable.

I suddenly realized I was staring at her and looked away. As it turned out, I wasn't the only one staring. I took a look around the room and found both Namjoon and Jimin had their eyes fixed on her. She had no idea. Namjoon then asked her a question about her husband. Of course, being married was a requirement for all female staff working directly with idols. I was a bit disappointed, but what did I expect? She talked about him briefly and then mentioned she had a son studying at a university here. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying because Taehyung and Jungkook were goofing off. I was surprised because she looked quite young to have a child old enough for university.

Addy excused herself for some fresh air when she was making little progress on cooling herself down. Both Jimin and I started to get up to escort her, but Namjoon had the advantage of being right next to her and beat us to it. Hobi decided that her being out of the room was the perfect time to say, "I have some bad news for you, Jimin. I'm going to have to disagree with her, and I won't be needing a side-by-side comparison, either." Jungkook and Taehyung started laughing and Jin shut all three of them down. Jimin was unfazed. I don't think he heard any of it. He looked like he was in his own world.

"Jimin-ah?" I called to him to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, sorry Yoongi hyung."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Yoongi hyung. I'm fine."

Hobi, who had been sitting next to me, stood up and started singing and dancing and Tae and JK joined him. Namjoon walked back in with Addy and she laughed at their silliness. She walked up to me and asked if it was okay if she sat next to me. Tongue-tied, I nodded.

"Yoongi, I hope we're okay, you and I. I really put you on the spot. Namjoon never told me he had planned on playing a trick on all of you. I figured it out when he incorrectly translated for you when you called him a son of a bitch. That being said, I did go along with it."

I looked her in the eyes briefly to acknowledge her and responded, "It's fine. I deserved it."

"Well, I was pretty harsh. Sometimes I don't know where the line is until I've crossed it. I hope I didn't cross it with you, Yoongi."

"Actually, it was pretty funny," I smirked. Thinking back on it, it was pretty savage. It was so sweet of her to be concerned about my feelings when I was the one who had originally wronged her. She smiled and turned to watch the ridiculousness playing out in front of us. The whole time I was taking in her presence--her scent, her voice, her smile, her laugh . . .

"Come on, Yoongi hyung! Join us!" Taehyung called out. Finally, I had an excuse to break from whatever hold it was that she had on my senses.

"Let's do a welcome song and dance for Addy!" exclaimed Hobi. 

The rest of us all stood up and did an impromptu performance for her. She clapped, whooped, and laughed, throwing her head back and holding her belly. She didn't know it yet, and neither did some of the guys, but I did--after just one meeting, she had each and every one of us wrapped around her pretty little finger.