FAME's 99

023.

MYLANN
FIRST DATE
PT2

I groan quietly, rubbing my temples as I try to shake off the pounding in my head. The sunlight creeping through the blinds feels like it's stabbing me. Fuck. I quietly slip out of bed and shuffle my way to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror looks just as rough as I feel. My hair's a mess, and my makeup
from last night is smudged, probably from the jacuzzi. I groan again. A mess.

Last night was CRAZY thought ! In the best way possible. And the fact that we didn't drink that much— Like, yes, we drank a lot but not to the point to be as  gone as we were. It's just that we both can't hold liquor well.

I go ahead and pee, washing my hands afterward, then splash cold water on my face.  I grab the hotel room's toothbrush, brush my teeth and as I rinse my mouth, I glance at the door to make sure Jungkook's still asleep.
I laugh softly to myself as flashback of the night comes to me.

I tiptoe back into bed, slipping under the covers quietly, but Jungkook stirs, his eyes blinking open, barely focused.

—    Morning, he mumbles, his voice all low and raspy.

—    Morning, I whisper back.

—    How you feeling ? He asks, his eyes still half-closed.

—    Like I got hit by a truck, I say, letting out a tired laugh. You?

—    Same. He groans, pressing a hand to his forehead. Why did we think that many shots was a good idea?

He stretches, his arms reaching over his head before he drags himself out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I hear the water running as he washes his face and brushes his teeth. A few minutes later, he comes back, looking a bit more awake.

—    Want me to order us some coffee ? He asks, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

He grabs the phone and orders room service while I snuggle back under the covers, trying to ease my headache.

—     I don't drink coffee. I need a hot chocolate milk.

—     Ewww... he says, scrunching his nose.

—     Are you crazy ? It's the best.

—      Absolutely not. Coffee is better.

I wince with disgust. I absolutely HATE coffee.

—     You'll get it when you'll get older. Right now, you're still a kid.

—    Oh, okay, grandpa, I retort, rolling my eyes.

Room service arrives shortly after, and Jungkook gets up to answer the door, bringing back a tray laden with breakfast. He sets it on the bed between us. We dig into the breakfast, talking and laughing about anything and everything. The conversation flows easily and naturally. It's nice. Once we finish, both of us still half-asleep, we flop back onto the bed, ready to crash again. But as I settle in, he looks over, raising an eyebrow.

—      Why are you so far away from me ? He asks, sounding half-offended, half-teasing.

I smile, scooting closer.

—   Better ?

Without missing a beat, he wraps one arm around me, pulling me in like I weigh nothing, until I'm pressed up against him.

—    Much better, he murmurs, his voice low.

We settle into a comfortable silence. His hand absentmindedly traces small circles on my back,
and I close my eyes.