Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

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Yeri's POV

I've been home for exactly one day and it's already been ruined. The second Jay turned on his phone it started blowing up. He was kind of worried that something might've happened to AOMG or something like that. It was quite the opposite. The day I waited for Jay outside of the hospital, we had been seen and someone took a picture of us together. There were several others of him carrying me back to the wheelchair and him pushing my wheelchair. It was the exact opposite of what we both wanted, but it was everywhere by now.

"How could this have happened?" Jay is pulling the strands of his hair.

"Don't worry about it. It'll all die down even before they know what's going on with me", I try to calm him down, but he's quite hot headed when it comes to stuff like this.

Jay respects privacy more than anything. He's been dealing with issues like this ever since his time with 2PM. The media killed his chance in that group and made him leave in the end too. Of course he's better of by now, but it still opened a lot of old wounds.

"I just want you to live a normal and quiet life, not this bullshit. Hani told me that they've been calling her non stop because she's your assistant", Jay's tugging gets worse and I get up to untangle his fingers from his hair.

My hands lead him with me back to the couch. We both sit down and I snuggle into his chest while intertwining our fingers. He's a little calmer now and sighs too.

"Don't worry about all of that. As long as I've got you and all the people I love around me, I'm happy", I promise him this. He's the only thing that matters in my life.

"It doesn't make me less angry at the media for always nosing in our business. The first time they did worked out well since it made us a couple. But this time they're just going over the top", I can feel his muscles tensing up again. I sigh into his chest and kiss his neck.

He's been like this ever since he saw the pictures. I look horrible in every single one of them. My hair has grown out and needs a lot more upkeep, but ever since I was hospitalised I couldn't do it anymore. That's why it's sticking out in all the weird places. I've lost weight, a lot of it. The unhealthy kind, it makes me look like a ghost. The bags under my eyes are considerably purple and my frame looks fragile while he carries me. There is worry in Jay's expression on the picture while I'm all smiles. It was the first time I was able to walk somewhere again. They didn't know that.

Jay's arm is now around me an pulling me in for a big hug. He hasn't let go of me ever since I got home. Somehow one of his hands always finds me and holds on wherever I go. Except for the bathroom, that would just be weird as fuck.

"How have your lungs been?" He asks me, fumbling with the neckline of my shirt. Or should I say: his shirt.

"They have been okay. A little heavy, still, but I'll get there at this pace." I nod and he nods too. It's been hard on the both of us, but even harder on him because he'll be the one staying behind, not me.

"Have you heard anything from your doctors?" He's so worried that I'll fall ill again that he made me apply for a transplantation, for real now. The doctors told me I'm pretty high up in the list and word can come anytime.

The truth is: it scares me to death. The operation doesn't always succeed and when it does it's no guarantee for my body to accept the new pair of lungs. With all of that in my mind there is still the thought of having someone else's lungs inside of me. They died and gave their lungs to me. It is weird as fuck.