The Jay Park Move
Title: The Jay Park Move, or, Introductions and Conclusions
Rating: PG
A/N: I always let things run away from me. This is very different than what it started out as. Please, constructive criticism.
Summary: Jay meets people and leaves people.
Distantly, he remembers a time when he was unhappy. It was a short time, a year or two. There was a place where he could barely understand anyone, and the person he spent most of his time with was annoying. He complained a couple times about it to the people he had left behind at home, vented out the frustration and continued on. Shortly after, he forged awkward relationships with gawky American kids that weren’t anything like him. He still complained.
Another year passed, and he understood people better. He met other odd and awkward individuals that weren’t anything like him and who spoke too fast at times for him to understand. They laughed too loudly, made bad jokes and never stopped smiling. He didn’t complain anymore.
These people all moved in with him into a too-small apartment where the floors and furniture always had a stain or clothes on them. Together, they would go out dressed strangely to please a bunch of girls shaking glow sticks and signs at them. He called his mom to ask if it was okay if he had found another family away from home.
One day, everyone knew about how he had complained. There were fewer girls the next time they went out and people didn’t look him in the eye. They said he hated this place, where he had been having fun. Days passed, and the people he lived with were barely smiling.
Suddenly, he remembered all the complaints he had before, and decided that it wasn’t nearly as bad as what was happening, what was stopping his family from smiling. He knows that they smiled before him, and hopes that after him, they can start smiling again.
With this thought, he leaves.
Although he is back at home, with people he understands well, he feels displaced. He had grown too used to the frantic, strange actions of his makeshift family. There is no news about his family as they all stopped performing and he wonders what they could be doing.
Tentatively, he calls them. They all answer at the same time, fighting for the phone. He smiles when he hears the usual childish frustration in their voices. They all speak distantly, and never ask the important questions like “when are you coming back?” or “are you alright?”
A month passes, and he has received letters from many of the girls, declaring never-ending support of him.
His other family starts singing and dancing again, and he even sees a few smiles. He knows he did good.
The next time he calls them, they sound happy and excited about the new song they are presenting, and he knows they’re better.
Jay Park puts the phone back in the cradle, and goes outside.
Rating: PG
A/N: I always let things run away from me. This is very different than what it started out as. Please, constructive criticism.
Summary: Jay meets people and leaves people.
Distantly, he remembers a time when he was unhappy. It was a short time, a year or two. There was a place where he could barely understand anyone, and the person he spent most of his time with was annoying. He complained a couple times about it to the people he had left behind at home, vented out the frustration and continued on. Shortly after, he forged awkward relationships with gawky American kids that weren’t anything like him. He still complained.
Another year passed, and he understood people better. He met other odd and awkward individuals that weren’t anything like him and who spoke too fast at times for him to understand. They laughed too loudly, made bad jokes and never stopped smiling. He didn’t complain anymore.
These people all moved in with him into a too-small apartment where the floors and furniture always had a stain or clothes on them. Together, they would go out dressed strangely to please a bunch of girls shaking glow sticks and signs at them. He called his mom to ask if it was okay if he had found another family away from home.
One day, everyone knew about how he had complained. There were fewer girls the next time they went out and people didn’t look him in the eye. They said he hated this place, where he had been having fun. Days passed, and the people he lived with were barely smiling.
Suddenly, he remembered all the complaints he had before, and decided that it wasn’t nearly as bad as what was happening, what was stopping his family from smiling. He knows that they smiled before him, and hopes that after him, they can start smiling again.
With this thought, he leaves.
Although he is back at home, with people he understands well, he feels displaced. He had grown too used to the frantic, strange actions of his makeshift family. There is no news about his family as they all stopped performing and he wonders what they could be doing.
Tentatively, he calls them. They all answer at the same time, fighting for the phone. He smiles when he hears the usual childish frustration in their voices. They all speak distantly, and never ask the important questions like “when are you coming back?” or “are you alright?”
A month passes, and he has received letters from many of the girls, declaring never-ending support of him.
His other family starts singing and dancing again, and he even sees a few smiles. He knows he did good.
The next time he calls them, they sound happy and excited about the new song they are presenting, and he knows they’re better.
Jay Park puts the phone back in the cradle, and goes outside.