Mrs. Right

Red Faces

Monday had finally rolled around and I had butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing Jimin again. I was anxious about our talk but hopeful he had the same feelings for me as I did for him. I still loved my husband, despite all the shit he had been putting me through. Yet, I was also pretty sure I was falling in love with Jimin. I never even thought it possible.

When it came time for class, I kept things as professional as before. I couldn't risk being seen flirting with him, despite how much I wanted to. When class was finally ending, they all stood up and started to leave, including Jimin. I was confused.

"Jimin? I thought you said you needed to talk with me after class today."

He looked at me and with an apathetic tone replied, "No, I'm good seonsaengnim."

I was dumbfounded. What the hell? Was I some "Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma'am!" to him? Was he really tossing me aside now that we had slept together? It was the very thing I had feared. I needed to know if it was true--if he was done with me.

"Well I need to talk with you," I said matter-of-factly, trying to not let my emotions get the better of me.

The others glanced at me and quickly left the room, getting the hint that Jimin and I needed to have a private conversation. Once they had left, I closed the door and turned to him.

"Yes?" Jimin asked me, acting as if he was clueless about what was going on.

"Saturday you wanted to stay with me. You texted that you couldn't wait to see me again. Now you're giving me the cold shoulder. What's going on? Was I just a conquest for you? You bagged me and now you're done?"

"I'm pretty sure you've got things backward."

"What are you talking about?" I was utterly confused.

"I saw you, you know, with that guy in the coffee shop--your latest . . . young stud. Him hugging you, kissing you, holding your hand--and you smiling back. He fell for the same lonely, neglected wife routine I fell for. Did you use the same line of only having been with one other man with him, too? I bet you had a lot of fun fucking him. No wonder your husband wants nothing to do with you!"

I felt the blood rush up to my face as tears poured down my cheeks. My face grew hot and I could only imagine how red it had turned. Outraged, I slapped him hard across the face making my hand sting and my arm sore.

"That's my SON, you ASSHOLE!"

Devastated, I quickly grabbed my purse and ran out of my office, slamming the door behind me.

Jimin POV

Addy ran out, slamming the door behind her. The realization that it was her son she had been talking with at the coffee shop felt like a punch to the gut. I clenched my fists and screamed, punching the wall.

"SHIT! FUCK!"

Her son?!!! What the FUCK?!! How in the HELL?! FUUUUUCK!!!

My face was stinging. She had hit me hard. I'm not sure what hurt more--my fist or my face. Fuck. I fucking deserved it!

Addy has a son?! I thought back and vaguely recalled her mentioning something in passing back when we first met for drinks. For some reason, it didn't stick. Shit! How old was she when she had him? She had to have been a teenager. Maybe that's why she had only been with one man until me. Fuck! The look on her face when I accused her of . . .

I clenched my hair and groaned in frustration, pacing around the room. Tears welled up in my eyes. I had accused her of being a lying slut. My angel. How could I do that to her? How could I even think that of her? I was no better than the little fucker Namjoon had knocked to the ground!

I plopped myself into a chair and set my forehead down onto the table as I cried. I had hurt her so deeply. I ruined any chance for us to be more. My heart ached.

After a few minutes, I sat myself up and wiped the tears off my face. I had to get to dance practice with the guys. They were probably wondering what happened to me.

*****

I arrived at the dance studio and Namjoon called out to me.

"There you are, Jimin! We were just about to go looking for you."

He took one look at my face and stopped what he was doing.

"Jimin, what happened? One side of your face is red."

"Oh, I-I wasn't looking where I was going and accidentally walked into a door."

"I don't know. It looks more like a handprint to me," Jungkook commented.

Namjoon quickly glared at Jungkook, then looked back at me.

"Well, are you okay? Do you need to go get it checked out?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a minute and I'll be ready for practice."

At the end of practice, I still had a nagging feeling inside. I still found it hard to believe Addy was old enough to have an adult son.

"Hey, Namjoon hyung. Have you ever met Addy's son?"

"No, I haven't. I'm pretty sure she said he's studying economics at Korea University."

"He is?"

"I think so. She mentioned it the night that I introduced her to all of you."

Fuck.

"She's kind of young to have a kid that age, don't you think?"

"Well, I was a bit surprised when she mentioned it. She does seem kind of young to have an adult child, but who am I to judge? I mean, maybe he's adopted."

It was a massive punch to the gut. She really was telling the truth. Here I was, not trusting her again. Part of me had been hoping Namjoon would expose her as a liar. Instead, he unknowingly exposed me as a jerk. Addy was the same angel I initially thought her to be.