Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

Party

Yeri's POV

A few weeks have passed since my jealousy outburst and everything has been going amazing. Jay has been doing his absolute best to make me feel at ease when it comes to his house and his routines. He's a sweetheart, not what you'd give him if you first lay your eyes on him. Still, I'm not okay with telling him anything from my private life. He's been getting annoyed with me too because I refuse to tell him anything. Every time we get into this argument I kind of run away and tell him I have stuff to do at work or the club. I know he's been patient with me, but I'm not ready yet. He's not ready either. I know that for a fact. Jay still has issues committing to things. And we both know how he handles loss: not well. 

About a week ago he was trying to book a place where AOMG would be able to perform. But he got shot down at the last second because someone more famous and more 'pop', yes that's exactly what they said, needed the room. He threw a few vases around and even TV was broken. I was never scared he'd hit me or something, but it wasn't a nice sight. He totally lost his shit and there was no excuse for that. 

After that I got determined not to tell him just yet. I know he's going to be mad once he knows about everything, but this is not the right stage in our relationship to be dishing about hard stuff like that. Jay also seems to be on to something. I've been trying way harder to conceal my device and go to my appointments. The only thing left to do is tell him, but again: not the right time. 

"Are you ready?" Jay asks me from outside of the bathroom. I've been in here for way too long and he still needs to get ready. That's what you get for only installing one bathroom in this bachelor pad. Jay is an absolute girl when he needs to get ready. Every hair has to be in place and even his, yes, make-up needs to be there. His clothing was always on point too. To the point where I'm actually thinking of letting him style me. 

"Coming, sweetheart," I chime to annoy him.

I open the door and he stands there with a smile and his arms crossed. He's leaning against the door frame and is blocking my way out. 

"I thought you needed the bathroom?" I ask while trying to get past him, but he puts me in my place again. 

"Maybe", he says mysteriously. 

"Jay.." I sigh and roll my eyes, but he grabs my hand. 

"There you go again, rolling your eyes at me. How dare you", he squints his eyes as his face gets closer to mine. He knows I can't withstand him when he's being this close to me. "You'd better compensate me for that." 

I know what he's asking me fore and I almost lean in and give it to him. But he's not fooling me. I pull back and stand my ground. "Nope." 

He's surprised by that and I take the opportunity to slip between him and the door. He growls and throws the door closed behind him as he enters the bathroom. I grin to myself for being so clever in escaping him. If living with him has taught me anything is that he's so easily distracted. Jay has the concentration span of a little kid, or a dog. 

I put on a little dress, that he bought for me a week back. It's deep wine red and it suits me so good. He loved it so much that he even bought it on sight. For some kind of reason he does hate it when I try to wear it outside of this house. He has his reasons, I guess. But tonight he won't stop me from wearing it. Unless he takes it off himself, which sounds tempting. He's done it a few times before too. After that I slip into my heels and I'm ready to go. Of course Jay's going to be in that bathroom for the next hour and a half. 

My hand collides with the door as I knock on it. "Jaaaaaaay, they're waiting for uuuuus", I coo and he groans from the other side of the door. I continue my pleas as he gets ready, fully aware of how annoying I am being to him. He absolutely gets annoyed when I do stuff like this. I love it.