Jay Park One Shots

Love?

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One puff...

Two puff...

Three puff...

I watched as he inhaled the cigarette slipped between his two delicate fingers. It was like as if he was sent into a trance by that metaphorical killer. Every puff he took seemed desperate and uncontrollable.

My watch beeped and I looked at the time to see I was almost late for work. The tendency to always walk in a minute or two late after lunch hours, my boss was never merciful in givinge grace time. He was particularly strict when it came to me, I never knew why but not knowing is better, sometimes. Worried for my dear life, I sprinted to the store.

I entered the store to be greeted by the same monster everyday. Tuning out his rage, I stared at him blankly until he realized I wasn't paying attention. Snapping his fingers in my face, I recalled his last few sentences, "I want you to meet my son. He'll be working as your partner from now onwards. Be nice, or be gone."

Confused was an understatement but I know better than to pester him for details. Getting fired was the last thing I wanted considering my financial state wasn't at all pleasant. Even a peasant earns more than I do.

The day went by as per normal. Greeting customers, serving them and internally cursing my ass of a boss for being super annoying and unreasonable. Tells me to do ten things within a minute then screaming his head off at me for not being able to fulfill what he deemed simple tasks.

As the store was about to close, the guy from before entered. When he entered, it felt like the whole world turned mosaic and he was the only focus. Without a stick of cigarette between his fingers and lips, he looked... Mesmerizing... Godly looking... Perfect...

Little did I know he was the son of the tyrannical bastard who owned the store I was working at.

"The name's Jay. You can either start guiding me with what to do and stop staring at me or get fired," he spat. Talk about rude, it definitely ran in their blood. Tch.

I spent two weeks guiding and teaching him the ways around the store. He was not as stoic as his father portrayed him to be. Instead, he was charming and polite when he wanted to be. He made me feel comfortable being around him, despite his snide remarks from time to time. I mean no one in the world is exactly nice to begin with, right?

There comes a point in time where we just want to screw the world and go on a rampage, right? Right? Or is it just me?

Now don't expect a love story from me. I'm too poorly taught about it that I don't even know what it means to love someone. 24 year old me still couldn't comprehend why my parents fell in and out of love. And I rather not comprehend it, never want to.

Let me tell you a little thing or two I learned about Jay from the time I spent with him...

Bad boy? In terms of looks, yes. In terms of personality, no. He's actually quite a hopeless romantic. Very sentimental  and sensitive on the inside. You tell him one bad thing about him, he'll go home and ponder about it until he's able to accept himself. He'll even dial you to ask more about himself.

Rude? 100% yes, no doubt. But that was his defense mechanism. Being rude is his only way to shut people out, to stop anyone from hurting him. Hurting people so they can't hurt him, he lived by that rule.

Friendless? You'll actually be surprised by the number of friends he have. Countable but not little, yet they're all the most loyal people you'll ever meet. They speak of him with ill words right to his face but puts him in his throne when he isn't around. They protect him without his knowledge and ensures his happiness. Friendless? More like he adopts the society's definition of real friends.

Quit reading your textbooks and start living. If there is one thing I learned from him, it is, what you 'learn' in textbooks are most of the time a forced image of what those higher ups want you to see the world as. Go out and experience life. If the world ever turned her back on you, you'll at least know how to get through.

Jay has taught me more than just a lesson or two. He taught me that love isn't only about being romantic between two. Love is diversed. Love for art, music, people, animals, nature, ownself, things, books, writings. Love is more than it is.

But the million dollar question is... does he smoke because he does not love himself enough?