Ruin The Friendship (part VI)
Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series) Part 6
Word-Count: 6.7k
Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)
Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.
Genre: Smutty Fluff
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I try to hide the smile on my face as Jay is scolded by his mother on the other end of a phone call. She barely lets him get a word in. Instead, his mouth is left open, little sounds coming out to interject.
“No, Eomma, I didn’t mean to keep it from you,”
My conversation with my own parents this morning went pretty much the same way. My mother scolded me for not telling her Jay and I had gotten together finally. My father had asked me to keep the public displays of affection to a minimum, in reference to the picture that has now been posted on almost every Korean blog site, and even some Americans sites.
There are also photos of me at Jay’s events popping up from the depths of the internet, all of my social media accounts have doubled in following, and there’s been a few younger girls trailing around my apartment and office. No one seemed to care when I was the friend from back home. As much as I thought none of this would be an issue, it’s turned out to be a bit inconvenient for me. I wouldn’t say it’s life-changing, I would just rather not have kids coming up to me to ask me about my boyfriend.
“Ok, we’ll make a trip soon. I promise. Yes, Eomma, I love you too. She loves you too. We’ll see you soon,”
Jay sighs as he finally hangs up. He sits on the edge of my bed and falls back, his head resting on my thigh. I reach out, running my hands through his hair.
“She thinks we’re getting married by next year. You also owe her an explanation so prepare for when you head back home,”
I laugh. “Yeah, well my dad’s not too happy that there’s a picture of me with some guy’s hands gripping my ass while he tongues my throat,”
“Those were his exact words?”
I smack his shoulder, laughing. “No, but he wants to speak with you the next time you’re in town,”
He blows out a breath through his pursed lips. He reaches up and grabs a piece of hair that hangs down in front of his face. “Are you ok?” He asks me seriously. “Really, Y/n, I need to know if you’re cool with all of this,”
I smile down at him. He’s been worried about me for the last week and a half since this first came out. No matter how many times I tell him that he’s worth all the small annoyances in the world, he still checks constantly. I think me potentially being stressed out is actually stressing him out which is counterproductive in general.
“My world is hardly collapsing, Jay,”
“People can be mean,” he whispers.
“So can I,” I tell him. “Everything is fine. I promised I’d tell you if I can’t handle something, and I will,”
He rolls his body so he can lay on my bed beside me. His arms come around my waist as he rests his head in my lap. He’s been more tired than usual. He has a few shows lined up the next couple of weekends that he’s been getting ready for along with what he calls a small American tour with some new music some of his artists are planning to drop soon. He’s been incredibly busy, we both have.
I have a few clients who need fittings and I told Jay I’d go with him to his first show in Macau next weekend. We’ve both been too exhausted to do anything more than fall asleep as soon as we see a bed. Most of the time lately, he’s been in his own bed and I mine. There’s been a night or two when we managed to stay up just long enough to fall into each other before crashing.
We’re both up early today, hoping if we start earlier we can end early too. Jay has a few radio interviews he needs to do for his upcoming U.S debut under roc nation. I’m on breakfast duty, which just consisted of me ordering food and waiting for him to get the door.
“You excited?” I ask him, running my fingers across his jaw. We’ve been in a good space lately even with our relationship going public. We talk again, just like before. We laugh and fall in love with new things. But we also give ourselves space. Sometimes you just have to miss someone to appreciate how much you want them close. We’re used to not seeing each other for periods of time. Neither of us wants to become too dependent on falling asleep right under each other every night.
We’ve discovered we aren’t set up to be clingy and inseparable. It’s never been like that. After we made up, we had a conversation about all the misunderstandings and faults we were having. For one, we can’t overthink any of this. We’re still the same people we were before he kissed me. It’ll be complicated if we make it complicated. So, we’re taking it a day at a time, and it’s been working for us. I also made sure to let Jay know where I drew the line at jealousy and possessive. I think he got it. My flowers are still placed around my apartment, thriving. No doubt they’re the expensive sets that last months without even wilting a little bit.
“For what, the interviews?”
“No, for everything else. The album, the tour, it’s just something different than what you’ve done before,”
His thumb circles my sides, gliding over my skin as he thinks. “I mean, I don’t want it to become something that’s too big for me. It’s different but I want to treat it all the same way I’ve been doing everything over here,”
“You nervous?”
He scoffs but I shoot him a look. He hates opening up. He rather keep the mood light and positive. He forgets I know him better than anybody.
“A little. Like you said it’s new. I’ve never been in a relationship on tour before. I’m apprehensive about how it will affect us,”
“Us?”
“I feel like I have to protect you, or I should say I do have to protect you,”
“I can handle myself,” I roll my eyes. “And protect me from what?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Whatever comes up. I just don’t ever want you to think I’m not thinking about how every move I make is going to impact you,”
“You can’t live your life for me, Jay,”
“You moved out here to be with me, Y/n. We can try to pretend that it’s not true and that your dream has always been to be a stylist in Seoul to up and coming idols, but I know it’s not true. The least I can do is be worth your time,”
“You’re ridiculous you know that?”
He laughs. “How am I ridiculous,”
“You should listen to yourself talk sometimes, that’s all. One day you’ll understand that I’m not just here for my health,”
“Then why are you here? All this time, I was with other people and you’ve just been here,” he trails off.
“Waiting, I guess,” I finish for him. “I’ve been waiting for myself to realize that it’s always been you. And waiting for you to get your miles in,”
“But why? How could you just watch me live that life and still want me like this?”
“You were happy,” I smile down at him. “And I was too. I just wanted to see you do well and enjoy everything around you because you deserve it,”
“That’s wild to me,” he says quietly. “I hated every single guy you’ve been with by the way,”
I gasp and hit his shoulder again. “You’re lying. You got along with most of my ex-boyfriends,”
“I didn’t have a choice. You loved some of them. In some way, at least. Like you said, you were happy, I was happy. We were stupid,”
“We weren’t stupid. We just weren't ready to be together,” I tell him.
“We wasted so much time,” his hands run over my thighs. “We could’ve been doing this years ago,”
I laugh. “Years ago you didn’t want anything other than aomg. And I was trying to figure my own life out,”
“I think we could’ve done it,”
Maybe so. Maybe we aren’t giving ourselves enough credit. I rub his jaw, the pad of my fingers drifting over his skin softly. He looks tired, if he’s not in bed he’s at the studio working. I keep telling him he doesn’t have to keep up with anyone but himself. He’s running himself ragged trying to help other people with their projects as well as working on his own. Of course, he won’t have it any other way.
“Why don’t you rest here and I’ll come get you when the food is here?” I say bending down to kiss his cheek. I try to get up but his arms tighten around my waist.
“I can’t the first interview is supposed to call in a few minutes,”
I try to get up again but he holds me tighter, burying his face in between my thighs. His teeth pull at my skin gently. The bite turns into suction as his lips work over my skin. I will never get his obsession with leaving marks on my skin. No one will see them so it’s not like it’s for anything other than his own self-satisfaction. He pulls back to stare at his work, a smirk on his mouth.
“You’re like an eighteen-year-old boy,”I roll my eyes at him while he switches to the other thigh. This time he bites a little harder.
“You’re coming to Wegun’s wedding with me right?” He asks suddenly.
“Do you want me to?” I raise an eyebrow at him. I’ve known about the wedding for a while now, and he’d asked me to go with him a while back. Now just seems a little more formal. I don’t spend much time with any of Jay’s friends, it’ll be weird to see them again as someone he’s dating now.
“Yeah, I do,”
I sigh. “Yeah, ok I’ll go. When is it?”
“Next Friday, then we’re flying out to Macau,”
I run my thumb over his shaved eyebrow. “You know how to keep a girl busy don’t you?”
He laughs and sets his chin against my thigh. “I’m not quite ready not to see you every day again,”
I push my hands through his hair. “Are you worried?” I ask him. “About us, I mean, not me,”
He shakes his head, pressing his lips against my skin. “No, not at all. You’ve always been my reason to come home. Even when we didn’t know it,”
I smile, pulling the corner of my lip between my teeth. It still feels like I shouldn’t be so lucky to hear him talk like this. Not about me. I’d always imagine what he’d be like in a relationship. If he was softer, and gentler, behind closed doors, it feels weird still to actually see it. The soft eyes, lazy smiles, he’s as much my dream come true as I am his.
“Why do you look like you’re about to cry or something? I’ve reached my quota of tears with you last week,”
I roll my eyes but force myself not to get emotional. I bend down to press my lips against his cheek, running my fingers over the spot.
“Be nice to me, we only have a few more days before you’re leaving me again,”
His arms tighten around my waist. He’s quiet for a while. There’s a wrinkle between his brows that tell me he’s thinking about something important. His mouth opens, he draws in a breath only for his lips to smack shut again.
“Spit it out, Jay,”
“I’m trying to be tactful, baby, give me a minute,”
“Tactful?”
“Yeah, you know, delicate easy-“
This guy I swear. I scoff. “I know what tactful means but when are you ever anything but blunt,”
“So, I’ve been thinking,” he starts.
“Yeah, I can tell by the way your nose wrinkled up just now,” I sigh.
Jay clears his throat. “No I mean, lately,”
“Jay,”
“Y/n,”
“Jay,”
“Can you just shut up for a minute,” he sighs looking up at me.
Whatever it is is important to him. I shrug my shoulders for him to go on. He starts again.
“I’ve been thinking that it would be easier for the both of us if-,”
I’m about to say something but he reaches up to grab my lips as he continues to talk. “You moved some or all of your stuff to my place. You know, if you want to,” he trails off as I shake free of his hand against my mouth.
“You want me to move in with you?”
He narrows his eyes at me, his head tilting. “Yes...no?”
“Absolutely not!” I say.
He sits up beside me.
This is the final piece of evidence I need to support the idea that men are literally the dumbest creatures on earth. Exhibit A, my boyfriend Park Jaybeom.
“Is that your answer to the question or a denial of the actual question?”
“It’s absolutely fucking not,” I laugh crossing my arms over my chest. “It’s no in every language, even the dead ones. Are you crazy?”
“I asked if you wanted to move in with me and you say no in every single language?”
“Absolutely not, Jay,”
I stand up, my feet carrying me around my room as I calm my nerves. I shake my arms out, crossing them, un-crossing, and then recrossing them. He’ll give me an early death. And the worst part is he’ll get away with it because he’s beautiful and can sing. Bastard.
“Can I ask why ‘absolutely not’?”
“Because for one, we don’t know how to operate seeing each other every single minute of the day. We just decided to give each other space,” I shoot at him, still pacing around my room.
He tries to say something but I continue to tick off the reasons he’s absolutely ridiculous on my fingers.
“Second, we’ve been dating for a month and a half,” I hold up my finger as he tries to give the bullshit about being in love with me for half our lives. “Third, moving in is basically marriage and you really don’t want to get married. You never have,”
“But why shouldn’t we get married? We’re in love, we’re happy, we’re in a good place,”
“Exactly! Wait, what? We’re not getting married. We’re in a good place. Do you know what they say about marriage? No sex, Jay. Can you live with that? No sex one day, then the next I’m going through a mid-life crisis because my husband is never home because he’s fucking Jay Park and then I have my mom asking why we aren’t having kids. And we can’t raise children with you on the road like this, right?”
I realize I’m rambling and I make no sense. But neither does he.
“Why would you even suggest it? ‘If I want to’?” I mimic his voice.
“One minute we’re fine the next I’m picking up your underwear and falling into the toilet because you left the seat up and then you’re complaining about how my shit everywhere,”
Jay stands and catches my waist as I pass by him. One arm snakes around my waist while the other pushes my messy hair away. He’s so soft. Even as I reject even the idea of living with him.
“Relax, baby. Relax,” he says again when I open my mouth. His stupid full lips pull into a smirk. His hands come up to hold either side of my face, thumbs working over my cheeks.
“I got it at ‘absolutely not’, it’s ok,” he tells me.
The way he’s looking at me is too much. His eyes soften on my face as I stare back trying to figure him out. Marriage, right now, is out of the question. Not only because we don’t have the time in his schedule, but we wouldn’t be doing it for the right reasons. We love each other, of course, we do. We just shouldn’t rush to take up each other’s space, even if it would be nice to fall asleep wrapped around him every night or to be who he comes home to after work.
“I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it,” I start slowly. “But when I do think about it, we’re more,” I trail off searching for the words I want.
“Settled,” he says.
I nod in agreement, dropping my eyes from his gaze. I focus on the cluster of stars on his neck instead, because now I’m thinking about it.
I run my hands up his sides underneath his t-shirt. “Why are you always ready for the next step?”
His lips press against my forehead. “I love you, Baby. I can’t get enough of you,”
I lean my head against his chest. No one has ever loved me the way he does. No one has ever been so determined to keep me their life the way he is. He’s simple, straight to the point, and it’s hard not to feel the same way. All those excuses, are simply just that. Excuses. Non-reasons meant to placate my anxiety over moving a step too soon and losing him.
“After you finish these next few shows, give me a month to get everything in order here. Then you can help me pack up my stuff when you get some time off,”
“You’re moving in?” He smiles so wide I can’t help but lean in to kiss him.
“Not right now, but yes,” I smile at him leaning my chin in the middle of his chest while I look up at him. His hands come up to smooth my hair away from my face.
“There’s a weekend no clothing rule for residents,”
“Funny you tell me that after I agree to live with you,”
“I don’t make the rules, babe,” he sighs and shakes his head like it’s out of his hands.
“Ok, I agree to your no clothes rule, but I want unlimited access to your closet and freedom to give away any repulsive clothing,”
I hold my pinky between us, wiggling it so he can latch his own finger around it. I press my thumb against his own, sealing the deal. He kisses my lips, then my nose and my cheeks, he moves to my mouth again. His tongue moves past my lips. As soon as I open my mouth for him, we jump apart as his phone rings. He scrambles to grab it off of my bed, pressing it to ear.
“Hello? Yes, this is Jay,”
I pass by him pressing a kiss on the back of his shoulder as he gets into his interview. I grab my own laptop to check any emails from Bora. Her and Jin landed a few days ago in L.A. From all of the pictures she’d sent me, they were having a good time, which makes me going that much more so the right decision.
I sit out in the living room and scroll through my recent emails. Several social media sites asking me to verify my accounts. I open the message up top.
*Hello, Mrs. Y/N. My name is Gina Waters. I work for a small American fashion magazine called Haute. We heard that you were involved with styling a rising artist for an award show this week. We’re interested in doing a feature on how you’d ended up in Seoul with your own company. Please contact us if you’re interested.*
Holy shit.
Press means publicity. Publicity means more clients. I could never imagine a time when my business could be in any kind of fashion magazine. If I’m honest, there’s not much of a story behind my business. What would I even tell them?
*I followed my best friend across the world because I was secretly in love with him and here I am!*
Jay comes out of my room. His phone in his hand. “Done already?” I ask while re-reading the email.
“One down, twenty more to go,” he laughs. He sits beside me throwing his legs over my lap. I lift my laptop and set it on his shin.
“Read this,” I turn the laptop toward him. “Do you think this is real? I mean they seem like they did a little bit of research,”
I watch his face as he reads through the email. He types something into his phone before handing it over to me.
“It looks pretty real,” he says.
I look at the page; full of links to online articles with a few thousand hits. This isn’t just a small magazine. They have a pretty decent sized following.
“You should do. Think of all the people who would be interested in how shit you are at learning Korean,”
“You’re really a pain in the ass,”
“You say that a lot,” he notes tilting his head. “Anyway, I have a few more calls and then I’m going to head over to rehearsals. I’ll pick up dinner on my way home,”
“You don’t live here,” I remind him again.
“So you don’t want me to get dinner?” He smirks. “Because I can just take it back to my place and let you starve,”
I set my computer down on my coffee table in front of me. I turn to Jay and wrap my arm around his waist. He pulls me down so that I’m laying on top of him. I wish we could stay here all night, watching bad tv and getting on each other’s nerves.
“Can you buy me ice cream too?”
Jay’s hands stroke up my back, his fingers pressing against my skin. I close my eyes savoring the feel of him. We have a week before Macau. A week of contented domestication until everything gets crazier.
“Actually, just stay here,” I say gripping at his T-shirt. His chest vibrates with a laugh.
“You go from telling me not to come back to wanting me not to leave,”
I lift my head to look at him. “I don’t want you to go on tour. I don’t want you to be big in America. I want you to stay here to love me and buy me ice cream,”
Jay sighs. His mouth touches mine softly before he pulls back to rest his head back. “15 shows. I’ll be home when I can. I’ll fly you out. We’ll figure it out, baby,”
“I know,” I say. “I know. I just, I missed you a lot before, but now,” I trail off pressing my face against him.
“You’ll be fine, Y/n. You’ll do better than I will. Besides you don’t even like me half of the time,” he laughs. “You’ll be so busy doing interviews you’ll forget about me,”
“Shut up,”
“I’m serious. I’m going to be begging for your attention while you sip margaritas with the Kardashians at the met gala or some shit,”
“First of all, Kanye is the real fashion icon of that family. Second, if you happen to get invited to the met gala, I’ll kill you if anyone else styles you,”
“Noted,” he smiles down at me.
Sighing, I sit up; straddling his hips. His hands go to my thighs, stroking up my skin. I smooth my hands over the center of his chest. “Go to work, and don’t forget my ice cream, and try not to come home too late,”
Jay shakes his head at me; a wide smile on his face. “So demanding,”
“And you want me to move in with you. Are you sure?”
“It's the reason why you’re moving in, baby. You’re just so damn hot,”
I stand, rolling my eyes at him. “I take my pinky shake back,”
“That’s not how it works,” he smiles back.
We eat and he heads out to work. I remind him not to take forever and he reminds me that he has a tour coming up.
I email the magazine back, deciding that nothing bad could really come out of it.
I call Bora too to see if everything is going well with Zino.
“Y/n!”
“Hey, Bora. Are you having fun yet?” I laugh. From the pictures she’d sent me, it’s like her and Jin are having a pre-honeymoon. They’ve done so much in the last four days I’m actually jealous I didn’t go.
“Jin says we should we relocate to the states,”
“Tell him he’ll get tired of L.A after two weeks,”
“Seriously, Y/n, we need to take a girls’ trip or something. I love Jin but he gets agitated in the sun,”
I laugh. “We’ll schedule something. We can bring Chae with us too,”
“God that would be amazing. Anyway, so everything is set for tomorrow. I’m going to email you a copy of the final accessories he picked out for the lookbook. He wants to do an outfit change for the after party but we’re not sure if he should just do no jacket to be consistent or just do something new,”
“Try no jacket and switch the button up for a plain white u-neck. What is he doing for hair?”
“Slicked back. He’s getting a cut in the morning,”
“Perfect,” I smile. “Honestly, Bora, what would I do without you? Listen, I just got an email from an online magazine. They want to do a feature on the company,”
“What! That’s amazing! You’re going to do it right?”
“I want to. It’s exposure right?”
“So you’ll do it, Vogue will see it, fall in love with you and you become the next Anna Wintour,”
“Hardly,” I scoff. We talk more about how her trip is going, and she makes me promise we’ll take a trip back out before she has to go rub ointment on Jin’s sunburns.
Jay gets back late. He’s so tired I can see the dark circles under his eyes. Still, he curses at the fact that he forgot my ice cream.
“Jay, you’re not going back outside. It’s close to midnight,” I wrap my hands around his thick arm and pull him toward the bathroom. “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Go shower and come to bed,”
His arms come around my waist. “Come shower with me,” he says in my ear slowly. I feel goosebumps rise on my skin as he walks us to the bathroom.
“I showered right before you walked through the door,” I say pushing my bottom lip out.
“Well come help me get clean. I’m too tired to lift my arms,”
“You’re full of shit is what you are,”
Jay pushes his hand up the hem of my T-shirt. His fingers close around my breast, squeezing. He kisses my jaw pressing his bulge against my ass. I moan as his teeth scrape softly against my skin.
The hand that isn’t under my shirt reaches down beneath my shorts and underwear. His fingers glide against me slowly.
“Y/n,”
“Shower,” I sigh as his fingers move against me.
Jay laughs, stepping with me toward my shower. His hands make quick work of my clothes, leaving me standing in nothing. I turn the shower on as he strips behind me. I can tell just how exhausted he is with how sluggish he moves.
He reaches down to grab his wallet out of his pants and pulls a condom out. He holds the foil packet between his teeth, his hands coming to my waist so he can hoist me up on my sink. My ass presses into the cold ceramic but he’s there between my legs to warm me up.
I grab the foil square from between his teeth and tilt up to press my lips against his. His hands reach up to cup my face as he holds me against him.
“Can you imagine this almost every night? Waking up next to you,” his hips press into mine. “Fucking you whenever I want,”
“That’s the only reason you want me to move in, right? So you can use my body however you want?” I laugh. Jay cuts the sound by bending down to take a nipple between his teeth. He looks at while his lips wrap around the little bud.
“Fuck,” I curse, grabbing his hair. My legs come around his waist.
“Let me get this on,” he says taking the condom from me.
He sinks into me slowly as steam starts to surround us and fog up the mirror. He moves so slowly I feel desperate. I don’t think I’ve ever truly understood the meaning of the world euphoria. I never tried drugs, I’m not one to get drunk, sex has never been my vice, but when Jay moves against me, it’s love and lust and everything good in the universe wrapped in a single moment.
“I think about you every second I’m not with you, Y/n. When I’m working, I’m writing songs about you, when I should be sleeping I’m worried about you,” he says.
Still, his hips move painfully slow against me. I throw my head back against the mirror behind me as he hits a particularly sensitive angle.
“I want you in my space. Especially when I’m not home, I want you getting into my stuff. I want to find your makeup brushes all over my room, I want to trip over your shoes. I want all of your messes,”
He kisses me hard, his arms wrapping around me. His hips pick up speed, moving just a bit faster enough to make me call out his name. I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I’m going to come,” I sigh against him. “Fuck,”
“Let go, baby,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
My legs shake around him. Jay leans back, holding on to my hips at he rolls against me harder. I watch his eyes follow where we connect. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. His head throws back as he fucks me harder. I don’t think I’ve ever found him more attractive.
After a few more minutes, he falls against me, trying to catch his breath. His chest moves rapidly against my own.
“Let’s get cleaned up so you can get to bed,” I say, running my hands through his damp hair.
He moves back so I can hop down off the sink. He holds my hand and helps me step into the shower underneath the hot water. He steps in beside me.
We get cleaned up and head to bed, wrapped around each other. I count down how many more nights I’ll get to have him like this; seven more. That’s all I get of domesticated Jay before he’s gone again.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks with his face pressed into my neck.
“I accepted the interview,” I say.
“Even in the dark you’re a bad liar, baby,” I feel him smile against my neck. “Still, I’m proud of you. You deserve for everybody to know your name,”
“I’m also thinking about how much I’m going to miss you,”
“Don’t think about it. You always sound like you’re going to start crying and I can’t handle you crying anymore, Y/n. I’m tapped out,”
I laugh. “Shut up. Sleep,” I tell him. We both pass out in each other’s arms.
In the morning, I have another email from Haute asking me to call Gina Waters as soon as I can. I call her on my way to my office deciding it’s better to just rip the band-aid off.
“Is this Y/n?”
“Yes,” I say nervously. “Gina, right?”
“Right! I’ll be doing your phone interview. It’s super informal so don’t be afraid to tell me if you aren’t comfortable answering something just say so and I’ll immediately move on,”
“Ok,” I stutter. “Right now?”
“If you’re not too busy,” she says brightly. “Our blog is all about the love of fashion and the places it could take you. Your story has been interesting to me since I heard about you and I’m excited to get started,”
“Oh, okay yeah that’s fine I guess. I have about an hour. Will that be enough time?”
“Awesome. Why don’t you start by telling me how you got into fashion and what prompted you to move to Seoul,”
I start from the beginning and she asks all the right follow up questions. By the end of the conversation a little more than an hour has passed and I’m actually comfortable enough to answer her questions about Jay.
“I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t ask the question you thought I would lead with, Y/n. Are you dating Jay Park?”
There’s really no reason to deny it. My face is everywhere, there are pictures of me coming out of Jay’s place from a few days ago. I also should have to lie.
“If you aren’t comfortable, I completely understand, Y/n,”
“No, it’s fine,” I insist. “Yes, I’m dating Jay Park,”
Gina laughs lightly. “And if I may, one more question about Jay; can you tell me one thing about him and fashion. Anything from his preferred style to something he hates wearing,”
“His style is very easy I think. He gets into his phases. So right now he’s very into t-shirts, joggers, and silk button downs. So I just buy him things that he’s into,”
“So are you his personal stylist?”
“Unofficially,” I laugh. “I’ve been telling him what to wear for years. He was my first client, you could say,”
Gina laughs too. “Thank you so much, Y/n. You can look for the article in the next few days on our website. If you have any questions, please shoot me an email,”
And just like that, it’s over, taking with it my stress and anxiety.
Jay is staying at his place tonight. I know it’s because he doesn’t want to tell me that he won’t leave the studio until at least two in the morning. I always try not to be the nagging girlfriend, and I can tell him how ridiculous he is thousands of times but nothing can compete with that boy’s work ethic.
After a few meetings with clients and shamelessly saving my first American red carpet look on my phone, I head home. Zino looked amazing. He even shouted out Bora and me as his stylists which was pretty cool of him.
My place feels too empty. Ever since I decided to move in with Jay, it’s like it knows I’m getting ready to leave it behind.
I send Jay a text message before I fall asleep. In the morning I wake up to my phone ringing. I have ten missed calls and a bunch of texts from Bora and Chae. I open Chae’s first message before anything.
Chae: Your interview with Haute came out..
Chae: it’s not bad...but it’s not good, Y/n.
Chae: call me when you can. I love you...
I switch to Bora’s angry messages.
Bora: This is why we don’t deal with American media
Bora: all they care about is who’s dating who
Bora: can we sue or something. I mean they promised you a piece on your business, not your boyfriend
My phone rings again, Jay’s face flashing.
“Hello?”
“I’m outside. Can you let me in?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I hang up and get up to let him in. When I open the door, he kisses me hard; pushing himself into my apartment. I pull away, covering my mouth with my hand.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I literally just got up,”
“Your article came out,” Jay says as I make my way back to my room. I turn to look at him, a frown on my face.
“For Haute? We just did the interview yesterday. She said a couple of days,”
Jay grabs my laptop and types quickly before pushing into my lap.
Jay Park’s New Stylist Girlfriend
I scroll down to my article. A picture of Jay and I at some event is the photo they chose to use.
“We weren’t even together,” I whisper.
Jay sits beside me and takes the laptop. “Do you want me to read it for you?”
I nod. I can’t read it. Not when they didn’t even mention my name in the title.
“Korean-American singer Jay Park brought more than his music over from America when he moved to Seoul, South Korea,” Jay pauses to look up at me.
“Keep going,”
“American stylist, Y/N, came into fame only weeks ago when news of her relationship with the singer was made public. Sources say that the two have been dating for a little more than a month, with Y/n attending concerts and events affiliated with Jay’s record label. When asked who her favorite person to dress was, she couldn’t help but gush about her fashion-forward boyfriend stating, ‘We bond over clothing. I buy him things I know he’ll like and he’ll send me a text asking if I like something. It’s something entirely different from work’. Sources say that the singer, who has just signed a contract with Rock Nation And is embarking on a 15 city tour, is the reason Y/N moved to Seoul from their hometown of Seattle. She co-heads her own styling company with social media queen Kim Bora,”
There’s more but it’s more or less the same as the other two paragraphs praising my boyfriend. I feel ridiculous. I talked to her for an hour and a half. I told her about everything. I trusted her to do the right thing with my story so much that I didn’t even mind answering the one or two questions about Jay.
Jay reaches out to me. “Hey, don’t cry. Dammit, Y/n,”
I wipe my eyes. “This just feels super shitty, Jay,”
“I know, baby. I’ll fix it,”
He pulls me into his lap, his arms coming around my body.
“It’s already out. There’s nothing to fix,” I sigh, closing the laptop.
Jay is quiet for a long moment before he pulls me into his lap. His lips come to my neck.
“At least we look nice in the picture,” he smiles against my skin.
“Shut up,” I laugh leaning against him. “It is what it is, right?”
“You don’t need validation from an online blog,” Jay tells me. “You’re working with people far bigger than they could know. All those girl groups, you’re responsible for making look amazing, and you’re good at it,”
“I know, I know. I just thought that finally, I was breaking into things,”
“You’re already on the scene, baby. You’ve been so busy you haven’t taken time to look around you. Bora is in L.A for some big award show. You’re doing award shows here, video concepts, debuts, comebacks; it’s all you,”
I look back at him, reaching up to cup his face in my palm. He wraps his hand around mine, the letters on his fingers lining up perfectly with my own fingers.
“Since when are you so good at pep talks?”
“I’m just telling you the truth. If this was a pep talk I’d tell you to get over it. There’s plenty of other blogs out there that would kill to talk to you,”
“You’re the king of backhanded-ness,” I sigh.
He wiggles his fingers that spell out ‘King’ in my face, a wide smile in place.
“And lame-ness,” I add.
“Lame?” He raises an eyebrow at me, his arms come under my legs and he tosses me on the bed behind him. He stands above me for a second before pulling his shirt over his head. He stalks forward slowly, a smirk on his lips. His legs come around my hips, straddling me. His arms trap my head as he bends down to kiss me.
“Honestly, Y/n,” he says seriously. “You and Bora are too amazing at all of this to worry about them,”
I reach up to wrap my arms around him to pull his body flush against mine.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For what?”
“Being my favorite person in the world. For supporting me. I don’t really know,” I laugh tiredly.
“Always,” he says simply before kissing me again.