FAME's 99

051.

MYLANN
IN KOREA
PT5

It's my last day in Korea, and honestly, I don't want to leave, but I've got work waiting for me back home. The guys just left the house after we all ate together and hung out for a while—it was chill, a good vibe. But, since Jungkook is clingy and needy as hell, he made it very clear he wanted me to himself for the rest of the day. If you know what I mean.

— Don't touch me, ever again, I say, glaring at him while I try to catch my breath.

— But why ? He laughs, his voice light, like he thinks this is a joke.

I give him the nastiest side-eye I can manage.

— You asked for it, so I gave you what you wanted, he says, leaning back with a cocky smirk plastered across his face.

— Shut up, I mutter, rolling my eyes as I sink further into the bed, my body completely drained.

He chuckles, leaning over to brush a strand of hair off my face.

— You said exactly, and I quote, "Please don't stop—"

I cover his mouth with my hand, my face instantly heating up.

— Okay, fine ! I laugh. Don't embarrass me like that.

He raises his eyebrows, his eyes playful, clearly enjoying the reaction he's getting.

— I mean, I was just repeating what I heard.

— Don't even start, I groan, swatting his chest weakly.

— I'm just saying, you're the one who kept begging for more.

— Oh my God, I mutter, burying my face into his chest. Stop before I actually cry.

— Alright, alright, I'll stop, he says, holding his hands up in surrender.

He leans back against the pillows, his arm draping casually over my waist as he pulls me closer. I let him, too tired to fight him off even if I wanted to.

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the
sound of his heartbeat steady in my ear. His fingers trail lazily along my back, and I feel my eyes getting heavier.

☆

There's a little studio in the house, so me and JK are just chilling in there, not really doing much. He's sitting at the keyboard, messing around with random melodies, while I'm stretched out on the couch, scrolling through my phone.

—      Who's your celebrity crush ? Other than-

—      You. He immediately says.

I roll my eyes, amused.

—     I was about to say, other than me.

He smirks, fingers still lightly playing over the keys as he pretends to think.

—    Other than you... maybe Ariana.

—     Grande ? I raise an eyebrow.

—    Yep ! She's cute. And you ?

I act like I'm thinking hard about it, but we both know the answer. He shakes his head, already over it.

—     Just say Theo James, he mutters, rolling his eyes.

—    He's the finest man on earth.