FAME's 99

045.

MYLANN
BACK TO LA

2 months later.

We're finally done with the shooting. It was fun and
all—don't get me wrong—but I missed home so bad. More than that, though, I missed Jungkook. Like, really missed him. I just got off the plane, and now
I'm on my way to his place.

It's been two months. Two long months. FaceTimes and late-night calls were cool, but they're nothing compared to being with him for real. I'm still tapping my nails on my thigh, impatient as hell.

As the car finally pulls into his driveway, I barely let the driver stop before I'm unbuckling my seatbelt. I spot him immediately. He's standing outside, leaning casually against the stone pillars, but the way his eyes light up when he sees me ? Yeah, he's been waiting.

The second the car door opens, I just run. He straightens up, his arms already out as I leap into them. He catches me effortlessly, spinning us around as I wrap my legs around his waist.

— You're finally here, he says, his arms holding me so tight I feel like I'll break.

His hands slide up to cradle my face as he looks at me, his forehead pressing lightly against mine.

— I missed you so much, I whisper.

— I missed you more, he replies.

He doesn't put me down right away as he carries me inside, his arms still wrapped tightly around me, I
bury my face in the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of
fabric softener hits me, wrapping me in the kind of comfort I didn't realize I needed until now.

Finally, he sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist like he doesn't want to let go yet. "

— Stay here, he murmurs before heading back out to grab my bags from the car.

I nod and watch him for a moment. He comes back in, both hands full of luggage, making it look easier than it should be.

— You packed your whole life, huh ? He teases, smirking as he sets my bags down in the entryway.

— I was gone for two months. What did you expect ? A carry-on ? I shoot back, hands on my hips, giving him a look.

He chuckles, shaking his head, his tongue brushing against the inside of his cheek as he steps closer, closing the space between us.

— What are we gonna do about this big mouth ? He murmurs, his voice dropping to that low and dangerous tone that always makes my stomach flip. making my stomach flip.

I narrow my eyes at him, refusing to flinch under the heat in his gaze.

— You tell me, I say, even though my heart is doing the absolute most right now.

His eyes drop to my lips for a split second, and I swear I catch the tiniest smirk creeping up. He tilts his head, letting the silence drag just long enough to make my heart do this weird little jump.

— Careful, he warns.

I raise an eyebrow, not backing down.

— Or what ? I tease, lips curling up slightly.

Let's just say, one thing led to another, and we didn't even make it past the entryway. I'll leave the details to your imagination, but yeah...