Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

Regrets

Yeri's POV

During the night I wake up and I'm alone on the bed. It's weird because I feel so disorientated. The room is not familiar and I sit up. Realization hits me like a brick wall. This is Jay's room, but where is Jay? Where did he go? I get out of bed and don't bother putting on any clothes as I roam the apartment. I check every room, but no one's here. I have the place all to myself. And it feels empty, not mine. He put me in this position. Or did I do that all by myself? I did have the option to refuse this solution. But somehow I ended up here and in his bed, again. My head is throbbing like crazy and I have no idea where he keeps his medication. This makes me even more crazy. That's the moment I decide to lie down on the couch with a blanket. When he comes home I'll notice and I can ask him for a painkiller. I'm sure he has those lying around here somewhere since I forgot them. 

Jay's POV

I'm called out for a late night meeting for the new album. Normally they would come here, but with the current situation it's not possible. I can't risk them waking up Yeri while she's so fast asleep. My body still aches for her touch, but I can't wake her up now. She'll wonder where I am, but it's better she doesn't know. 

We're meeting at the office. It's way too late for this shit, but they had some last minute changes to some things. We're also bringing in a new artist to sign with AOMG, so this is a crucial time. Simon knows what he's doing when he calls me out. 

The meeting lasts way too long for my taste and when I can finally return home it's way past 4 am. The drive home is boring and I'm so sleepy. When I arrive home I open the door without care and suddenly see Yeri sleeping on the couch. She has just one blanket, barely covering her body. I close the door as soft as I can and she doesn't wake up. It seems she's a deep sleeper. A little smile appears on my lips as she stirs just a little, muttering some incomprehensible words. When I try to pick her up she groans and I have to keep a chuckle inside. I put her down on the bed and she grabs the sheets immediately. She looks like a little kid when she's like this and my heart skips a little beat. 

Keeping her here is dangerous. It might develop feelings towards her, but not having her near is near painful for me. She keeps on protesting to our relationship, but she wants it as much as I do. We're both so attracted to each other. We need each other. When will she finally see this is the only truth she needs? 

Something catches my eye. Her luggage is still in the hallway and a weird device sticks out from it. When I go to pick it up I don't understand it at all. Why would she need something like this? I put it down again and decide to ask her about it in the morning. I enter the room and undress once more. The moment I lie down in bed she grabs me and pulls herself onto my chest to sleep some more. It's the cutest sight and I smile endearingly. I'm gone in mere seconds. 

Yeri's POV

When I wake up again, I'm back in his room. He's underneath me and I'm holding on to him so tightly. When did he come home? Why didn't I notice? The clock on my phone says it's 7 am. I get up without waking him up. If I'm going to use my device behind his back, this is the time. His studio is the perfect space for doing so because it's soundproof. 

The device is right where I left it and I go straight to his studio. The door closes behind me. It has some kind of intimate feeling. It's the room where he writes and composes songs. It's not just any kind of room. 

As soon as I find a plug for my device, I plug it in. I hook myself on and look around a little. The computer is still on and it has some songs on them. Some day I, too, want a studio like this for making my music. It's the only thing I have left of my own. It makes me want to run back to my apartment again. But it's not like he's holding me captive here or something. He's just trying to fix things in his own way, even if I don't agree with his methods of working.