Love how Jay Park whenever he’s in Seattle, he tends to tweet a lot and share his thoughts and feelings about anything and everything. Being back in his hometown definitely makes him happy. So heartwarming to see him sharing all the photos of his childhood and everything that he’s thankful for in his life and worked hard for coming a full circle. I think at this point in his life, as he turns 30 this coming April (born in 1987), he’s truly accomplished a lot that’s beyond his wildest dreams and glad that he’s always thankful and grateful for it and staying humble and always remembering his roots and putting his focus on his family and friends.
“ Of course there’s negativity in every bodies life. It's how you deal with it. Do you feed into it and let it consume you?
or do you acknowledge that it's there deal with it and move on~
just cause I'm a positive person doesn't mean I have dumb smile on my
face ignoring shit that happens. But I do try to understand ~~
dean’s body practically engulfed yours, both of your bodies facing in the direction of his window. his shallow breathes warmed your neck and his brawny arms trapped you against him. without waking him, you twisted to get a better view of his sleeping form.
last night, he had looked like a dangerous man, cold and hard - yet still sexy. but in the softness of the sunrise, he looked much more innocent. the side you’d seen to dean 12 hours ago had changed to an entirely softer one. his dark fringe fell over his forehead and eyes, and you went to gently brush it away, but his eyes fluttered open at the touch.
he grunted slightly, but then smiled at you, “morning.”
you placed a kiss on his forehead lightly.
“morning, do you want me to go make us coffee?”
“that,” he stretched out with a yawn, muscles looking more prominent, “sounds grand.”
“he’s gonna come after us.”
“no he won’t, you got me remember?”
“i’m starting to question if that’s a good thing or not.”
as dark as the situation was, you found yourself smiling at dean’s lightheartedness. no matter how troubled you got by what seemed like the inevitable, he would never let it last.
“i’m glad i make you smile so much,” he took another gulp of his black coffee.
he swallowed, “because your smile’s one of the prettiest i’ve seen. and i’ve seen a lot of pretty smiles.”
“oh have you now?”
he chuckled at you. his roommates were all watching tv in the living room next to you, and they snickered at your question.
“oh believe me,” bobby called over, “this boy has not seen much action since i’ve known him.”
you smiled, almost pleased with the answer. dean looked over at you nervously, as if not having lots of experience was shameful. you felt relieved that he hadn’t slept around.
“dean,” you cupped his cheek and settled further into his lap, “i’m gonna be honest, i’m kind of glad your not that kind of guy.”
his body softened now, his grip on your (his) t-shirt less clenched. the two of you had been mindlessly chatting to one another on the sofa for the past hour or so, still exhausted after the previous night. you could get lost in the idle chat, it was so easy, and carefree.
“i gotta work tonight, but your welcome to come to the pit with me. or you could always stay at the apartment with vin, it’s up to you.”
as nice as vin was, he had made a habit of making uncomfortable comments, and truthfully, you wanted to spend time with dean.
“the pit sounds good. what exactly is it?”
“ah, so is it like a club?”
he glanced over at his roommates, who all exchanged a similar look.
“uh i guess you can call it that.”
the pit was nothing like a club. it was an old warehouse that had been done up into what looked like an underground fight club. it had a bar in the corner and back rooms all around the sides, and in the middle was a big fighting ring.
dean’s arm wrapped comfortably around your waist and the atmosphere made you on-edge enough to curl further into his warm side.
“you okay?” dean’s brow furrowed at your small, intimidated stature.
“i’m just a little overwhelmed,” you said breathily, “i though it was gonna be a club.”
earlier on in the day, dean had taken you out shopping for new clothes and possessions that you had obviously left behind. you weren’t in any position to say no and so with each shop you walked out of you had yet another bag laden on your arm. dean spoilt you with luxurious clothing, he wanted you to be treated right. and you weren’t the kind of girl to refuse such a kind offer.
“it’s kind of a club,” he scratched his head sheepishly, “it’s a fight club. not like the fight club, but a fight club none the less.”
since he’d splashed the cash a little on you, you’d decided to go for a simple, but short black dress with thigh high boots and a big fur coat over the top. if you were out with dom, he’d expect an outfit exactly like this, dressing like this was almost second nature.
but now you saw where you really were, you felt really exposed.
dean could sense your discomfort, “relax, you’re with me. and no ones gonna mess with you if i’m around.”
it wasn’t possessive, it was just protective. you craved it more than any thing.
a tall, extremely muscular guy came up to dean, and have him a firm hand-shake-pat-on-the-back-hug that mobsters would do with one another.
“dean, it’s nice to see you again. you in the ring tonight?”
you were surprised, “you fight?”
the tall guy looked at you like he’d just noticed you now, ’“and who’s this delight?”
“joey this is y/n, y/n this is my boss, joey.”
he grabbed your hand and placed his lips on it politely. the action shocked you, but you didn’t mind, it was respectful, not creepy.
“it’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman,” his eyes slimmed as he studied your face even further, “i recognise you from somewhere.”
your heart rate quickened drastically, you couldn’t get caught now. you were finally free, it couldn’t be over so soon. not when you’d finally found a shot at happiness with a good guy.
“she’s just someone i met out of town,” dean covered up your tracks with a simple lie.
“oh of course, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to take an already taken girl, now would you dean?”
“he’s coming here tonight,” he continued, “i suggest you leave before your fucked. and dean, i thought i taught you better. you never take unless it actually belongs to you.”
your blood felt white-hot as anger burned all through you.
“oi, i suggest you watch the way you talk about me. i chose to leave by myself. dean just happened to be there to help at the right place and right time. so next time you wanna talk to me with that kinda language, i suggest you watch your fucking tongue before i rip it out your head, capishe?”
the two of them stared down at you, wide-eyed. who would ever expect such a pretty girl to have such a foul mouth? dean smiled at you and started to speak, before getting interrupted.
“i thought you knew by now that men don’t like being told what to do.”
“you did find out the hard way after all.”
you were too frozen in shock to even turn around and confirm the owner of the voice.
“stay the fuck away from her,” dean had his hand gripped firmly around your wrist, too afraid that letting go of it would mean letting go of you.
“or what, pretty boy? you gonna fight me?”
the scene had formed its own audience, mobsters from gangs all around had circled around to watch dom fuck up yet another guy.
but not on your watch.
dean smirked at dom, his confidence seeming a little miscalculated, “your on. i know how you fight, you get one of your men to do it for you. and then you sit back and watch on your pathetic ass. i don’t think you’ve ever been in a fight, let alone won one.”
“you so sure about that?”
dom wasn’t getting anywhere with this, he couldn’t find any way to intimidate dean. to some, it was comical to watch one of the most feared mobsters get shut down so breezily. to others, it was seen as a death wish
“i haven’t got all day, i gotta job to do, so if we’re gonna fight, i’d rather we got started and cracked on,” dean was pushing his luck, and dom’s patience.
“you’re really getting on my nerves now pretty boy,” dom’s jaw clenched in fury.
“you’ve been getting on my nerves since you decided to treat such an amazing girl like a piece of trash. if you’d taken your time to appreciate how truly remarkable she is, then maybe i wouldn’t be pissing you off so much.”
you gasped at how astounding his words were.
“so are we gonna keep pissing each other off, or are we actually gonna fight?”
the audience whooped and hollered at dean’s rebellious attitude. if there’s one thing a mobster likes, it’s a rebel.
the two of them walked over to the ring, deans grip still around your wrist, “if i end up getting really hurt, whatever you do, don’t try and help me.”
“no y/n, you have to promise you won’t get in that ring.”
you suddenly noticed the absence of gloves, tape and gumshield.
this was a bare-knuckle fight.
dean shrugged off his jacket and unbuttons the shirt slowly, as you should have been doing for him later on tonight. but unfortunately the tables have turned and fate didn’t seem to rest on your grounds anymore. we weren’t as foolishly free as you had thought.
joey hopped in the ring and called the two of them to the middle, dean and dom both shirtless and looking very ready to hit each other.
“okay we still have rules here,” joey glanced at dom, “this is a one round fight, so no weapons, no spitting, no biting and no scratching. this isn’t a lady fight.”
the audience laughed at his sexist joke, but you couldn’t be bothered to get angry at anything except the soon to come fight.
“are we ready,” joey called out.
dean and dom positioned themselves.
the room silenced.
good luck dean.
dom was offensive so he therefore got the first swing, which was smoothly blocked by dean. dom took yet another, but again his actions were blocked.
dean now punched, straight into his stomach, the blow causing dom to stumble back. dean now used this to take a couple more punches, one to the face this time. the impact of knuckle against cheek was evident through the audiences yells. even to this day, you still winced at the noise.
dom looked up at dean with blood dripping down his face. you had no emotion except pleasure at seeing dom’s pain.
“why you little,” dom hisses at dean, and charges straight towards him, pinning him to the floor. where dean may have been smart and quick at fighting, dom had more weight and strength. he took no time in punching dean in the face, the sound of dean’s head hitting the floor as it was whacked against it.
from the edge of the ring, all you could see was dean’s struggling body start to get more and more weak under dom’s punches. his head was being punched back and forth, tilted to look at you. his eye was already starting to blacken, his lip was busted and bleeding and his right cheek was swollen with a small nick on the bone, blood also trickling from that.
you were frozen at the sight, the ugliness of dean’s injuries chilling you to the bone.
you knew how dom’s men fought, and you knew that dom fought the same way. and he hadn’t fought dirty yet. in everyone of his men’s left pocket was a smaller inner pocket that held a tiny, easily concealed switch blade. you saw dom’s hand reach to pull it out.
“dean watch out! he’s got a knife!”
dom made a quick swipe along dean’s torso, now even more blood covering his body.
dean escaped dom’s grasp and gripped his wrist in an attempt to get him to drop the knife. even in dean’s weak state, he was resilient, unable to give up just yet.
dean shoved hardly on dom’s chest, and he finally got back up onto his feet.
“you piece of shit,” dean spit out blood, “no weapons.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” dom smirked at him, then very quickly at you, “won’t be long baby, i’ll get you back soon.”
dean lunged onto him and started throwing out punches, but dom was no where near as damaged as him, dean was losing blood rapidly, so he easily blocked them all. dean tried to kick him instead, but yet again dom had managed to block him. he hooked into dean’s chin, the blow forcing dean onto the floor.
“giving up yet?”
dom sighed and kicked him in the stomach, a groan elicited from dean. he got on all fours and made an attempt at standing up, blood dripping from his cut.
but dom just kicked him back down, and kicked his head. dean yelled out in pain, clearly on the edge. you were struggling to watch, each blow to dean making the tears that were close to falling even closer.
dom reached down and grabbed dean by the throat, his face turning red and panicked as he weakly attempted to breath. his fingers tried to pull his hand off of him.
“i hope this fight was enough to prove that you should never steal what belongs to me.”
and with that, he punches dean one last time straight in the face, and let’s his body sink to the floor.
“oh and you’re not the only one who’s in a lot of trouble with me,” he looked over at you with a menacing smile, “she’s got quite a lot to answer to as well.”
when dean would have automatically jumped up to your defence, his body stayed limp on the floor.
“dean! no, no let go of me!” dom trapped your waist and started to pull you out of the club.
“i hope you’re ready for the punishment i have prepared.”
you paled at the thought.
an idea came over you, and you stopped struggling entirely.
“dom i’m so sorry, he kidnapped me. i didn’t have a choice. but i didn’t do anything wrong.”
“you were defending him before though?”
“i was scared you’d win and hurt me. i didn’t know what else to do.”
he thought about the statement for a little while, trying to know if he should believe you or not.
“are being completely honest with me baby?”
you shuddered at the old nickname.
“of course dom, you know i’d never lie to you.”
he smirked and pulled you against him, caged into his build. he crushed his lips onto yours, tongue entering your mouth forcefully. you started to pull the hem of your dress up, past your stockings, his hands tracing along your thighs with you.
you felt the warm metal of the gun and grabbed it. placing it on the small of his back, you clicked the hammer back and readied it for fire. you stayed in the close position the two of you were in, so as not to draw attention.
“i suggest you let me go or i will shoot, dom,” you whispered into his ear.
“why you little-”
“genius? why thank you. now i’m gonna give you 5 seconds to let me go quietly or i will pull the trigger.”
“what if i shoot you first?”
“you’re gun is on the inside of your jacket which you very stupidly left on the outside of the ring. you have no weapon to shoot with.”
you had him in a box, and he had no choice.
“you’re bluffing, you’d never shoot me.”
“you’re 5 seconds are gone and you’re really underestimating me.”
you pushed him back and shot his thigh twice, one dangerously close to his crotch. he sunk to his knees and gripped the wound strongly.
“fuck! you bitch!”
“all your men have left and there’s no one here to protect you anymore. so i strongly advice you leave whilst you can.”
“fuck you y/n.”
you shot straight at his crotch this time. he screamed so loudly the whole building went silent.
“that’s for dean.”
you walked over and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to curl up.
“that’s for all the people you’ve cheated out of money and lives.”
you took one final aim at his face, your pointy, heeled boot effortlessly coming into contact with his already injured features.
“and that’s for me and every single way you hurt me.”
the room’s silence was now filled with cheers as the most hated mobster was finally put in his place. and not one person dared to say otherwise.
you couldn’t give two shits about anybody else in the room other than dean. you sprinted over to the ring again and jumped straight in.
his body was hidden by joey’s and you couldn’t tell if he was even alive or not. there wasn’t any movement.
“let me see him,” you pushed joey out of the way to find an unconscious dean - bloody and bruised. his cut had been dressed and his face wiped slightly to remove the dried up blood.
“oh my god,” you fell on your knees next to him, just like this morning you brushed his fringe out of his eyes, but they didn’t open at the touch this time.
“dean please be okay. we won, we beat dom,” you spoke softly to his senseless body, “just please wake up.”
by his point, dom had been carried out by a few men, and was told to “never show your cheating face here again.”
you had however, collapsed into dean and were sobbing like a mere child lost in a new city. after all the drama and despair of the last 24 hours, you felt exhausted and completely hopeless. it wasn’t like you to cry, you’d never let yourself before. but there was something about all of the action that had caused something to break.
“why are you crying?”
his hands very slowly came to pull your head up to meet his. one of his eyes looked into yours, the other swollen shut.
“somewhat, yes,” he smiled at you, then remembered dom, “what happened to-”
“i shot him in the balls. he won’t be an issue with us anymore, i can promise you that.”
his eyes twinkled in amazement of your courage and strength. he pulled you down to him, his arms squeezing around your shoulders.
he sighed contently, “that’s my girl.”
you giggle and pull him up onto his feet.
“you alright to stand up?”
he stabled himself out then grabbed his shirt and draped it over himself, not even bothering to button it back up.
the two of you walked out of there hand in hand, not even looking back to reassure yourselves. you both did that for each other anyway.
dean’s swollen and bruised face looked so out of place with his eye-creasing grin.
“i may look like shit, and i probably need some medical attention, but tonight has been pretty cool.”
you laugh and swing your arm around his shoulders, his hand instinctively coming round your waist.
the two of you stay like that for a little longer, just walking down the street. you looked an odd pairing, almost feared. but you two couldn’t care less, you had all the time in the world, wherever you desired. whatever you desired. whoever you desired.
and right now you craved a bed, in an apartment, with dean.