Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

The Pieces Of Me

Yeri's POV

He doesn't seem to understand the concept of not speaking because he keeps on going.

"Why are you being like this?" He asks me and I roll my eyes at him.

"Let me go," I tell him as I tug on my arm that he's still holding. He's getting on my nerves, big time.

"Just talk to me and I will." He's being as cocky as ever. Maybe he can pretend nothing happened, but I can't. I'm always on the edge of crying but I don't want to do it in front of him.

"What do you even want to hear?" I ask him while looking down at my feet.

"Why you're acting this way.." He pleads with me and I just know what kind of expression he has without looking up. He can just be so innocent sometimes but I'm not buying it, not even looking up.

"Because, Jay, last night fucked me up." It's not even a lie. But I will be damned if I tell him the complete truth. He won't hear it from me.

"Me too." He suddenly confesses and that's when my head snaps back up.

"What?"

"I said: me too. It fucked me up in more ways than I'm used to." His eyes are blazing with that familiar fire again. I need to get away before I get caught in it, again.

A light chuckle comes from my throat and he cocks up an eyebrow. He takes it as a chance to get closer and puts one hand on my cheek. I try not to lean in to his touch. It takes all of my strength to not to. He seems kind of disappointed when I don't do it, but he can see the strength it's taking.

He takes a step closer to me and I take a step back. Having him this close is never good. And with no people around it's not good at all. There's no one here to stop us from doing what my body longs for. And when I look at him I see he won't stop either.

His hand lets go of my arm and I pull back all the way. "No, Jay." I say but it sounds weak, like I actually want him to. He notices my whimper and comes closer until we're back against the wall. We have a thing for walls it seems.

"I've been thinking about you all day." He whispers into my ear and chills go down my spine.

Didn't I tell myself at the very beginning he was trouble? That he would make me crazy and I wouldn't be able to get out of it anymore? It seems we have come to this point.

His lips connect with my neck as he kisses it softly. He knows it's my weakest point and I give out a small whimper. But I don't push him back, no I actually put my arms around his neck to pull myself up. It all seems to happen in slow-motion. But everything goes as fast as a heartbeat. One of his hands rests on my hip as he pulls me closer a little before his lips make their way up my neck and he nibbles on my jaw. I can't wait for them to land on my lips. He's sure taking his time, which drives me crazy.

His lips finally find mine and it's like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulder. We're not sloppy like last time, but deliberate and focused. His touch sends shivers through my whole body and I just want to be as close as we can. Finally his tongue makes his way into my mouth and we play a little. We're both adults and we know what we're doing. It's kind of wrong, but why does it feel so right?

We're too immersed in the kiss to notice the door opening and someone stepping out.

"Oh!" I hear someone say and I instantly pull back, as if I'm transported back to reality. When I look up I see it's Dean. Great, now he thinks we have something going on, or worse: that I'm his sex friend or something.

I push Jay off and I can feel my face getting redder and redder. Jay seems confused about it and doesn't understand why we aren't touching anymore. I shoot him an angry glare; I'll deal with him later.