Mrs. Right

Spaghetti Junction

Jimin POV

Addy was back to teach us on Thursday. She seemed a lot better and was able to joke around with us a bit during her lessons. Friday evening rolled around and I arrived at her apartment at six p.m. on the nose. Park Jimin showing up on time. I could just hear the jokes Hobi would be cracking at my expense. I brought a bottle of white wine with me hoping she would like it. I knocked on her door and after a few seconds, she opened it.

"Hi, Jimin! Welcome! Come on in!"

Fuck! She had her hair up in a high ponytail again. The skinny jeans she was wearing showed off her curves and her oversized sweater was blue. She was wearing my favorite color, yet again. I briefly looked down as I stepped into her apartment and noticed that her socks had dogs on them. This woman was adorable!

"Dinner is almost ready. I forgot to ask what you do and don't like to eat. I hope you like spaghetti. I haven't quite mastered Korean dishes yet, and I was afraid of how they would turn out. If you don't like spaghetti, we can always order takeout. I don't mind."

"No, spaghetti is fine," I raised my hand to reassure her. I placed my bag on her kitchen counter and pulled out the bottle of wine. "I hope this wine goes well with it."

"Jimin! You are so sweet! You didn't have to do that." She walked up to me and took a look at the bottle. "Sauvignon Blanc! It's one of my favorites. I like dry wines."

"So, I picked well?"

"You sure did!" she beamed. "There's a corkscrew in the corner drawer and wine glasses in the cabinet above it. Do you mind pouring us a couple of glasses?"

"Two glasses of wine, coming right up."

I walked into her kitchen and watched her as she cooked. Her head was tipped down and her ponytail had slipped to one side, revealing a clear view of the light blonde streak in her hair.

I opened the drawer, pulled out the corkscrew, and proceeded to open the wine bottle while keeping my eyes focused on her. My eyes traveled from her ponytail to the nape of her neck, down her back to the rounded outline of her butt just barely visible under her oversized sweater, then down her shapely thighs and calves to her small feet. She had high arches that I felt an overwhelming urge to tickle. Damn. I had to distract myself. I poured two glasses and set one of them next to her.

"Thank you. Make yourself comfortable while I finish this up."

I took a few steps back and gulped my glass of wine down in a matter of seconds. I poured a second glass, walked over to her couch, and sat down. I leaned back, crossed my legs making myself as comfortable as I could considering my anxiety was going full force having this beautiful woman's attention all to myself, and began to slowly sip the wine. Normally I would have gulped it again, but there was only one bottle for the two of us and I needed to leave some for her.

As we ate, I noticed she sipped her wine slowly, taking her time to enjoy it. Every time she brought her glass to her lips, I felt a little envious of the glass. We talked a little about our childhood and growing up. The conversation led to us talking about our fathers. She mentioned that her dad was a bit older when she was born and brought up that her dad had served in Korea, but during the Vietnam War.

"Really?"

"Yep. He was an only son, so when he enlisted they sent him to Korea instead. He told me some pretty funny stories of his time here, but there were others he said he couldn't tell me or he would have to kill me."

I looked up at her in shock. After a few seconds, she broke into laughter.

"No, I'm just kidding. I mean, he did work with officers that were in intelligence, but he never had any covert assignments."

"Seonsaengnim," I smirked, "you have a wicked sense of humor!"

"I'm sorry. I got it from my dad. He used it to tease me when I was a little kid. This may surprise you, but I can be a bit of a space cadet sometimes . . ."

"Space cadet?"

"You know, a ditz? An airhead? Stupid?"

"Addy, you are far from stupid."

"Well, I have my moments. You see, when I was a kid, there used to be a misconception in the states that women with blonde hair were stupid. Whenever I had one of my airhead moments, my father would tease me and say I had a blonde streak. It was funny because I was literally born with a light blonde streak in my hair."

"Yeah!" my eyes lit up. "I've noticed it. That's real?"

"Yep! It's all natural!" she giggled, covering her mouth. God, she was cute.

When I finished eating, I leaned back and patted my belly. "That was delicious, seonsaengnim."

"Thank you. I was afraid it wouldn't be to your liking." She started to clear the table.

"Here, let me help you, seonsaengnim."

"You're my guest. You don't have to do that," she said as she picked up the dishes and started to take them to the kitchen sink. "I realize it's a bit unorthodox, but I'm also fine with you calling me Addy since it's just the two of us and we are at my place." Addy. I liked the thought of calling her Addy. "How about you grab your books and I'll be there to help you in just a few minutes."