Fresh Air (Jay Park) COMPLETED

Epilogue

Yeri's POV

"This is the most stupid thing you have ever done", I comment while looking over at Jay in the tattoo parlor. He's on a chair, faced down while the tattooer gets ready to put one on the back of his head. Where did he even get this kind of idea? It's stupid. 

"I only live once", he comments on me making a full recovery. And he's right, we only get one chance. Thanks to one person out there I even got a second one. I'm still so very grateful to what they gave me. I asked the doctor for the information of the family, to thank them, but it was confidential. I get it, they wouldn't want to see the lungs of someone they once loved so much on a person they didn't know. 

It's also to protect me. There have been a few cases of families getting really angry or even clingy to the person who got the organs from someone they loved. Some even get obsessed. Scary. 

"You'll have to carry that with you your whole life. To top it off: I'll have to see it every single day", I say again while he just smirks. 

"That's the whole point", he joked and gets ready for the tattooer. The angel itself it kind of cool, but the back of his head is still stupid, not that he'll ever listen to anything I'll have to say. 

Jay has been so happy ever since I got the okay from the doctor. This new pair of lungs won't cure me, they're buying me 40 years extra. Which is a nice prospect. The doctor even said it could go on for longer, if I'm careful and watch out. Which is exactly what I'm trying to do here. Today I was originally getting a tattoo, but Jay got this crazy idea to get one as well. As if he doesn't have enough of them already, not that I'm complaining. They are sexy as hell. But he has so much space left on his body, why does it have to be there? I sigh and sit down next to him. Mine has already been done. It's a display of birds flying away in the wind. A symbol of finally being free from the death sentence this disease has always been. I thought it would be a nice symbol. The wind stands for the breath of fresh air I always get whenever I breathe nowadays. 

The tattooer is working on Jay's head and I can just see him squirming, second guessing his decision to get this tattoo. Apparently getting one on your head hurts like hell. Jay is whining like a little baby all through the process. I just smile and ignore his cries for me. He brought this upon himself if you ask me. When the guy is done he gets up and wipes something from his face. 

"Those were tears, weren't they?" I ask with the widest grin I can manage. 

"No, they weren't", he turns his face away from me. The only other time I saw him cry was when I was finally able to breathe on my own again. Those had been tears of joy. 

"Sure, they weren't, baby." I make fun of his nickname for me while we walk to the register to pay. 

The rest of the day we spend by shopping and just lounging around. It's nice to finally have no pressure anymore. I was even hired by a company to finally do the thing I love most: make music. YG had made me an offer to work with Teddy and Kush. HIGHGRND is a sublabel and the guys are absolutely amazing. They help me with my new work and try to get the word out. Meanwhile Jay works a lot more to get his new album out and from what I've heard it's amazing. He's kind of shy about his music, even to me. The only one who has heard the full album is Cha Cha. 

The press finally discovered what was going on with me. They even spread it around. Jay's fans were apparently heartbroken by the thought of him being so sad alone. They are actually quite nice too. Some of them sent me messages on Twitter and Instagram to wish me luck and all. Sweeties. 

Jay has invited his parents over to South Korea for the first time in years. He will be performing Solo on Sketchbook tonight and wants us all to be with him when he does. His mom, dad and brother will be staying at a hotel nearby since Jay doesn't have enough room to put them all and he doesn't want to discriminate.