Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

The Big Apple

Yeri's POV

The next morning I get up late. No one wakes me. That worries me quite a bit because someone usually does. I go over to the door and look outside. The hallway is empty and there is almost no sound at all. When I put my ear to Jay's door I can't hear a thing either. What's going on here? The door closes behind me as I walk back into my room. I grab my phone and dial his number. There is no answer as it goes straight to voicemail. I hate speaking to those things so I put my phone back down. 

My eyes travel to the ceiling as I lay back on the bed. A sigh escapes my lips as I feel alone for the first time in days. Jay always makes me feel like he's all around me, even when he isn't. He just has that kind of presence, that kind of power. But this time he is nowhere to be found, nowhere to be felt. My body tilts to the side and I crawl up into a ball, hugging my knees. I used to be fine with being alone, but now I seem like a little kid. It annoys me so much to be like that. 

I shoot back up and decide I have to do something about me being this pathetic. Going around town seems like a good enough idea for now. I pick out some clothing that isn't too cold and walk out the door. My body wants to move to his door and listen if he's back yet, but my mind refuses to be so dependent. My feet carry me out the lobby, camera in hand as I go. The city welcomes me with an aura of car fumes all over. It's better than in China though. I've been there once and it was so bad I needed to wear a mask. 

My first instinct tells me to go visit the great landmarks and I do so. Empire State building, Brooklyn Bridge, Ground Zero, ... They all pass by really quick as I take the bus back downtown. I don't feel like visiting any more of those. I want to see what New York is really like and visit some restaurants to eat a little on my way. Whenever I see special things I photograph them. There's this one place where an, elderly couple works. The husband always helps his wife when she seems tired. And when they're not serving anyone he sits her down and puts an arm around her shoulder. This is the picture I take. The love in it is surreal and a rueful smile plays on my lips. 

Next stop is a park. I sit down on a bench and plug in my music. There's this group of teenagers who are dancing a little further on. They seem to be enjoying themselves. My camera snaps shots of them as I inch a little closer. They notice me and pose for pictures. People here are way more open than back home, I remember from when I used to live in America. We talk a lot and I even dance a little with them. When they find out that I'm a DJ they even want to hear a remix. Smiling I let them listen to one and they start dancing immediately. 

"That would be something they'd even play here at a club!" A boy with dark hair tells me. 

I tell them to follow my Soundcloud and they do so. The kids are great. After that I say my goodbyes and head back to the hotel. I'm tired and I feel my body protesting to any more running around. The hotel seems like a beacon of light when I arrive there. The comfort of my room within reach as I enter the lobby. But it seems far away when I see Jay running towards me. I'm so tired I can't even smile at the sight of him. 

"Are you okay?" he asks me out of breath. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" I say, crossing my arms. 

"Because you're not answering your phone. Going out alone is dangerous, especially for a girl." He tries to warn me but I shake my head. 

"I had a fun time and I came back in one piece, isn't that good?" A joke escapes my mouth as I push past him, wanting to go to sleep now.

His hand is on my arm as he pulls me back. "Do you have any idea of how worried I was?" 

I turn back to meet his eyes. They're so honest and I almost cave in. "Why would you be?" 

His free hand goes through his hair, a thing he does when he's nervous. It then rests at the nape of his neck as he looks at me again. "You look tired."