Catch 22 - JJK (21+)

Chapter 10 - Thursday

JUNGKOOK

After yoga class, I decided to linger for a bit. Once everyone had said their goodbyes and filed out of the room, Aria sat down cross-legged on her mat again.

"So, what did you think about the class?" She asked, lifting her glittering green eyes to mine as she fidgeted with her bun.

She never wore her hair down at school, and apparently she didn't at yoga class either, or at least not tonight. It was always neatly tucked away in a high or low bun like it was a part of some sort of uniform, often making me wonder how she'd look with her hair loose.

"The class was cool. I really liked it."

Okay, maybe I did get my ass kicked a little, but it's not like I was gonna tell her that. Besides, I enjoyed every minute of it. As a matter of fact, I was considering an ongoing membership so I could take her class every week. Even though, I would probably want to take all of her classes anyway, even if they were just plain old boring yoga, I'd actually found aerial yoga to be quite fun and challenging.

"Really?" She asked sarcastically with a playful scowl. "Okay then, tell me what you liked about it. What was your favorite part?"

Thinking about her question, I sat down on the floor not far from her just as the exotic mix of untamed waves and curls cascaded down over her shoulders and into her face. My jaw dropped and my breath hitched in my throat as I stared at her wide-eyed and awestruck.

"Fuck..." I blurted out in a loud whisper as she ran both of her small hands through her long, raven mane to remove the wild strands from her face, before tossing it all to one side. I didn't even realize I'd said it loud enough for her to hear me until she called me out with a sassily arched brow.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Mr. Jeon?"

I couldn't tell whether she was being playful or if she was actually offended, but judging by her "Dr. Taylor" tone with the little hint of a smile playing on her lips, I figured she was maybe somewhere in between.

"I-I'm sorry.  I just... I've never seen you with your hair down.  It surprised me.  That's all."

What I really wanted to say was... 'I'm sorry, but you look like a fucking goddess right now and you literally took my breath away when your hair fell and you whipped it to the side making it spill over your left shoulder like that...' but I figured that was taking it a bit too far.

Her expression and tone softened once again as she started saying something about how it had been up all day and it was a habit to let it down after class and a few other things.  I don't know. I'd barely heard any of it because I was completely fucking gone, imagining my tongue working it's way up the exposed side of her neck as my fingers fought through the bounty of flowing curls on the other side seeking out the soft strands at the nape of her neck to grip them.

"Anywayyyy..." She grabbed my attention again as she stressed the word, dragging it out and saying it a bit louder than the rest of her statement, the slight flush in her cheeks making me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside with a subtle mix of arousal. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Your question?" I seriously had to think for a moment because my mind and body were so distracted now, I had totally lost my train of thought. "Oh, um, yeah... I would probably have to say my favorite part was... Savasana?  I think that's what it's called."

"Really? You mean the relaxation pose we did at the end?"

She was visibly excited, although I wasn't quite sure why, so I just nodded and continued my thought.