Mrs. Right

Dress Code

I decided to communicate my love for Jimin in a different way today. I dressed in a pantsuit with a high collared blouse and kept my suit jacket on for the entire lesson. I also wore flats. No cleavage. No sheer blouse with a sexy bra. No nipples showing. Jimin smiled the moment he saw how conservatively I had chosen to dress.

When class was over, yet again he asked if I was available to answer a few questions. This time, I said I was.

When the rest had left, he waited a few minutes until they had turned the corner. He then closed my door and locked it. Hands in his pockets, he sauntered over to me and began to giggle. "I see you've changed your style of dress. I think I like this better."

"Do you really mean that, or do you just not want the others to realize how sexy I am?"

Smiling, he leaned down and pecked me on the lips. "You've caught me. But then again, I think you're sexy in anything. You could be wearing a big puffy coat and I'd still want to have my way with you."

I giggled and he wrapped his arms around me. We stood there for several seconds, eyes closed, just enjoying each other's embrace in silence. He then kissed me on the head and pulled himself back.

"Now, what are we going to do about this need to be discreet? You realize the whole time you were teasing me, you were teasing poor Yoongi as well, right?"

"Teasing you? You started it, Jimin, with your fucking me with your eyes every day. Then that one day when you flirted with me when the others weren't looking--that's when I decided to turn the tables on you."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I kind of deserved that."

"Jimin, does Yoongi know you like me?"

"Actually, yes. He knows how I feel about you. It came up in conversation the morning you thought you had made him angry. He admitted to me he liked you and I let him know he had some competition."

"WAIT! You knew he liked me? Why didn't you say anything?"

"It wasn't for me to share. Yoongi needed to be the one to tell you. Besides, he didn't want to say anything unless you became available, which he honestly never thought would happen. He was convinced he never had a chance with you, but then he found out about your divorce and he made his move."

"I hate to say it, Jimin, but I think we're going to have to continue to avoid each other outside of class. That includes avoiding the middle of the night trysts."

"Mmmmm . . . and what a fabulous tryst it was," he reminisced. "I don't think I can do that, Addy."

"We have to, Jimin. Besides, you need to focus on your work. That means getting a good night's sleep. ARMY is counting on you." He bit his lower lip and stared into my eyes. "What is it, Jimin?"

"You're right. You are so right, Addy."

"Jimin, I am well aware that ARMY will always come before me. I'm okay with that. I never want to make you have to choose between the two of us. That's not fair to you. That's not fair to BTS. Your work is too important. I will gladly take whatever bits of you that you are willing to spare. Even if it's just a glance from across the room. As long as I know you love me, that's all that matters."

He leaned over and pecked me on the lips, then rested his forehead on mine as he caressed my arms. "How did I get so lucky?" he whispered.

"I only have one request for you, Jimin."

"What's that, Angel?"

"Stop flirting with me in class. That includes the way you look at me. It's driving me crazy! Do you have any idea how many pairs of panties I soaked through because of you?"

Jimin threw his head back and laughed. He then hugged me and promised, "I will do my very best not to make you wet, but you are just so damn sexy it's hard for me not to flirt with you. Plus, even if I don't flirt, I can't help it if I make you wet. Just look at me. I am oozing with sex appeal."

"That is very true," I laughed. We kissed one final passionate kiss, knowing Jimin had to be leaving to rejoin the others. "I love you, Jimin. Now, go work hard for ARMY."

"I love you more!" he replied. He left, taking my heart with him. It was a bittersweet moment, but any moment with him was better than none.

Jimin POV

Addy really was amazing. She understood how important my work was to me, to BTS, and most importantly to ARMY. I questioned if she even had a jealous bone in her body.

I rounded the corner at the end of the hall and found Yoongi standing there. I played it cool, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "Oh, hey Yoongi hyung."

"What did you have to talk with Addy about?"

Shit. I didn't want to lie. I couldn't let him know about us, though. Addy wanted to keep it a secret. Her rejection of Yoongi was too fresh a wound for him. She couldn't bear for him to find out about us just yet.

"Actually, I wanted to discuss the way she had been dressing lately. I felt she should know that some of her clothes were a bit revealing."

"Really? That was pretty bold of you to tell her how she should dress."

"Well, I didn't exactly tell her how to dress, I just thought, in case she wasn't aware, she should know. I let her know she was a beautiful woman no matter what she wore. I didn't want her to think she needed to dress in a certain way just to feel attractive."

"How did she take it?"

"Apparently, she had been trying out a new look. She said she would take what I had to say into consideration--at least she implied it."

"You embarrassed her, didn't you?" he grumbled.

"No, she actually seemed to take it pretty well."

"So, do you think she's going to keep dressing that way?"

"God, I hope not. I don't know if I can take it. And I really don't like the idea of the others looking at her in that way. It's hard enough knowing you like her, too."

"I hear you there, Jimin-ah. I couldn't concentrate in class for the past several days. And then with the outfit she wore yesterday, I about lost my shit. It took everything in my power not to jump out of my chair and cover her up."

I chuckled in agreement.