FAME's 99

039.

JUNGKOOK
AT LOMBOK
PT5

Don't even ask me how we ended up in the guest room of this house. I couldn't tell you if I tried. One minute we were on the couch, and the next, we somehow stumbled up the stairs. It happened so fast, it's almost like I blacked out for a second.

Now, we're lying on the bed butt-ass naked, still trying to catch our breaths, and the silence between us is so loud it's almost suffocating. The heat of everything that just went down lingers in the air, mixed with the leftover tension we never fully worked through.

Mylann's next to me, lying on her stomach like she's avoiding eye contact on purpose. Her curls spill across the pillow. She hasn't said anything either, just breathing slow and steady, her back moving up and down like she's in a trance. I prop myself up on one elbow, watching her. She's quiet, but I can't tell if she's zoned out or just choosing not to deal with me.

—     You good ? I finally ask, my voice low, breaking the heavy silence.

Her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before she speaks.

—     Yes, she mumbles, her voice muffled by the pillow.

I let out a weak laugh, dragging a hand over my face.

—    I don't even think I got a soul left. You took that too.

She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with her hand, and her eyes finally meet mine.

— Imagine how I feel, she says quietly. I don't feel my body anymore. You manhandled me.

— You wasn't complaining an hour ago. Matter fact, you was begging.

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't look away.

— Oh, I was ? She challenges, raising an eyebrow.

I lean in closer, my voice dropping lower, daring her to argue.

— Plus, you deserved it.  Every. Single. Second, I say. You ran that smart-ass mouth, and I shut it for you.

Her jaw drops slightly. She lets out a short laugh, shaking her head.

— You really think you did something, huh ? She fires back, trying to sound unbothered.

I shrug, leaning back a bit, my hands still resting on her hips.

— I know I did, I say, my tone cocky as hell, before sliding off the bed. I walk around to her side, my gaze locked on her the entire time.

Before she can even open her mouth to say something smart, I cut her off with a firm smack to her ass. The way her body tenses up for a second makes my smirk grow.

— Get up, I say, my tone leaving no room for debate. Let's take a shower.

She buries her face into the pillow and lets out the most dramatic groan, muffled but loud enough to make her point.

— Isn't it obvious I can't move right now ? She mumbles.

I lean down, gripping her by the waist and pulling her up a little.

— You said that like I won't carry you, I shoot back.

She lifts her head just enough to glare at me, her curls falling into her face.

— Don't play with me, Jungkook.

— I'm deadass, I say, already sliding my arms under her to scoop her up.