Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

Liar, liar

Jay's POV

I feel her lose her grip as she falls down into my arms. Something in me says it's not right. Did she faint? I check her breathing and it's still there. My arms lift her up and carry her to the bedroom where I lay her down on her bed. I check for a pulse as I look around for something I to do, but there's nothing, nothing I can do. My heart is still beating fast, but for another reason than a few minutes before. I'm worried for her, why did she faint?

My eyes never leave her while I sit beside her, waiting for her to wake up. If she doesn't wake up in the next half hour, I'm calling an ambulance. But she stirs a little. When she wakes up she coughs again, trying to breathe. My arms push her down when she tries to stand up again.

"Stay down for a little longer, you might not be steady on your feet," I tell her as she complies. Her face turns red as she looks at me, I can tell she is embarrassed.

"Sorry," she whispers as she looks down.

"I get fainting girls all the time." I try to boast, to lighten the mood a little, making her feel better.

A small smile appears on her lips as she looks up at me again, she's thanking me for not making a big deal out of it. She needs to feel normal again. I sit closer and stroke some hairs away from her face as I look at her.

"Are you really okay?" I ask her once more as we lock eyes.

"Yeah, as long as you don't go thinking you were the cause," she jokes and smiles at me. That smile makes my heart skip a beat and break at the same time. I want to kiss her again, but I'm afraid.

"Are you saying I don't make you weak in the knees?" I laugh.

"Jay.. You're so full of yourself!" She whacks my arm as she sits herself up again.

"Take it slow, okay?" I say as I try to make her lie down again but she refuses. She's so head strong. I like it.

She stands up after a little while, a bit wobbly on her feet, but she seems better than before. I keep an eye on her at all times to make sure nothing happens again. My heart stops every time she tilts to the side and has to grab the wall so I run over to support her. Her smile is polite and shy, not like usual. I want to know what the hell that all was, but I don't want to pry. She has to tell me herself, not because I'm pushing her.

Yeri grabs something from the fridge and eats it, probably to feel a little better about herself. My eyes never leave her. When she turns back to me she seems more like herself. Some color has come back to her cheeks and her eyes spit that same fire again. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth and she frowns a little. How does she manage to look so darn cute all the time? 

My feet walk me closer to her as her eyes widen a little. I'm a little afraid of kissing her again since she actually fainted the last time. Instead my hand reaches out for hers and she reaches out for mine too. Our fingers intertwine and I pull her closer to me. It's a familiar warmth that I feel spreading across my chest as I watch her closely. There's something sweet and private about sharing a moment like this. It feels like our hearts are beating in sync and we're becoming the same person. My eyes feel like they are staring into her soul. Suddenly I realize she's being very open and vulnerable at the same time. She's letting me see a side of hers she's been keeping shut for me. A side she sealed off.

She's telling me how lonely she actually feels and how much she needs someone in her life too. And it scares the living hell out of me. What scares me the most is the need I, myself, feel towards her. My heart beats fast as I realize how much I want her near all of the time. How jealous I felt seeing her ex coming from her room. This kind of thing hasn't happened to me before and I step back a little before it totally consumes me in every single way. Before I forget to think this through and just go for it. She turns her head the other way as our hands let go of each other. She crosses her arms in front of her, making it seem like she's cold in some kind of way. Then she walks away from me, back to the door.