Catch 22 - JJK (21+)

Chapter 1 - Perfect

JUNGKOOK

My life was perfect.

I'd had an awesome summer, and I was excited to start my final semester of college.

In February, I'd be graduating with my BS in Kinesiology.

Since I had obtained my personal trainer certification online right after high school, I'd been working with clients for almost four years while earning my degree.

I was making great money, had recently moved into my own place, and was saving up to buy a space for the gym I'd been dreaming about opening since I was 15.

A few weeks ago, a beautiful girl had asked me out and after spending the end of the summer together, she had now become my girlfriend.

My parents were amazing and had been the absolute best examples for hard work, success, marriage, parenthood, and life in general any child could have growing up.

And let's not forget the six extraordinary guys who practically helped raise me and had become not just my closest friends, but a part of my family.

I had the perfect career, the perfect family, the perfect girlfriend, and the perfect friends. I was winning in every area of my life, and it felt good.

If this past summer was any indication of what adulting and life after college was going to look like, my future was indeed bright.

My first few weeks of school didn't prove to be any different. My course load was fairly easy, I was able to fit in clients between my classes and studying, and I still had time to have fun.

English Literature had quickly become my favorite class, which reminded me... I needed to call Namjoon so I could thank him for suggesting it. 

The class was taught by Dr. Taylor, the hottest professor on campus. She was super smart and super sexy, and I had a serious crush on her.  Being in her class and seeing her twice a week over the past few weeks had become my guiltiest pleasure.

From the moment I'd laid eyes on her for the very first time, I had been boyishly infatuated with her.... from the adorable way her glasses were always sliding down the bridge of her nose making her look like a total geek to the way she, from my perspective, strutted across the classroom in her 'fuck me' pumps.

She would lecture passionately about highly regarded writers like Shakespeare and Chaucer or various literary elements while unknowingly causing my jeans to tighten in response to the subtle sway of her hips.

I could tell she had an incredible body underneath those sexy button down blouses and snugly fitted pencil skirts she wore most days. I couldn't help imagining what hidden treasure would await me if I unclothed her beautiful body, sensually kissing every inch of it as I slowly removed each piece.

Which then made me wonder how old she was. She didn't look a day over 25, but I knew that she'd been a professor for five years, so I guess that meant she had to be at least 30, right? I also often found myself wondering things like how many days a week she worked out to maintain that small waist and tight, round ass I loved to sneak a peek at. 

"Shit, I'd pay her money to become my client just so I could have the privilege of working that body out," I mumbled to myself as I got out of my car and hurried across the campus towards the lecture hall, thoughts of her doing barbell back squats, grunting and breathing heavily while her body glistened with perspiration suddenly flooding my thoughts... fuck! I shook my head and mentally scolded myself.