Michael, Frank, Sasha and I boarded the jet going to Seoul, South Korea for our first benefit concert. "Another 14 hour flight." I sigh, flopping in my airline seat. Michael places our bags in the back room with the bed and sofa. I lay my head back resting comfortably with my eyes closed. I feel Michael flop in the seat beside me. "You know the bed is back there..." He says pointing behind us. I raise my brow. "I mean if you wanted to sleep..." He smirks. "No, I'm ok." I smile back. "How's the movie going?" He asks, I could feel he wanted to make small talk, and we weren't good at that. "Pretty good, my scenes are almost done. I didn't think I'd be done this quick honestly." I reply. "How are the kids?" I ask back. "They're well. Prince is asking about you a lot lately." He says, smiling. I giggle "Prince doesn't even know my name. Are you sure it's him asking about me?" I laugh with a raised brow. Michael cuts his eyes at me giving me a slight smirk. "I might be doing a little asking too." He chuckles. "Right" I smirk back. I turn to my side, my back facing Michael to sit comfortably in the chair. I wanted to refrain from going in that back room. Too many memories.
The entire flight we exchanged looks and smiled as if we had an inside joke.

We arrive in Seoul, South Korea in the brisk hours of the morning to cameras and an array of welcomers giving us flowers and other gifts to put in the limo with us. Michael opens the limo door as I smile and wave at everyone lightly before getting inside. I look out the window smiling. "That will never get old." I sigh. The greatest thing about fame are the fans. Michael and I check in to our hotel in separate rooms. I walk in and drop my bag to the floor next to the bed, it feels so weird knowing he's a room away. I heave a sigh and walk into the bathroom to take a shower.

I jump out the shower and grab my towel, rushing to the door after I heard the knock. I open the door to Michael. "Oh. Sorry." He says covering his eyes. "No problem, what's up?" I ask wrapping my towel tighter around my body. I move to the side allowing Michael in the room and close the door. "I was in the room and I realized this was our first time rooming alone.. It just felt weird." He says. I giggle a little, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting my hand on his knee. "I was just in here thinking the same." I could smell his cologne, his body wash and shampoo. His scent intoxicated me. I smiled at him and tapped his hat. "Did I buy this?" I ask. He chuckles taking off his hat to look at it. "Yeah you did..." He places the hat on my head and stands up. "I'll let you get dressed." He says while walking towards the door. "You don't have to go..I can always get dressed in the bathroom." I smile.

Michael and I walk with security to the back of the hotel, meeting Frank and Sasha in the car. We were going to visit a hospital. I could see Sasha smirking at the two of us. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I rolled my eyes. The radio was on and began playing some of Michael's old music and I could hear him humming along. "If you should ever find someone new.." He smiles and turns to me, singing softly. "I know he better be good to you...cause if he doesn't, I'll be there.." He lightly touched my hand as I giggle to myself and slightly blush. Sasha coughs loudly, and I quickly gather my thoughts. I hate when she's right and knows it. I'll never hear the end of this.

We arrive at the hospital and my mood instantly lifts. The thought of putting a smile on these sick children's faces made me so happy. We weren't allowed to really hug a lot of the kids because of the severity of their illnesses but if we could, we did. Michael and I posed with children for photos, gave signed photos and lots of toys. We also joined together from our joint foundation and gave a six hundred thousand dollar donation to the hospital.

After a long day of press and visiting hospitals we went back to our separate rooms to rest up for the first big show tonight. I was very excited, it was Michael and i's first time onstage together since our divorce. The thought made me nervous. Will our chemistry be the same? I sigh and just silently pray for a great performance. As I begin to doze off my door opens. "Get up!" I hear Sasha yell as she plops on the bed. "Did yall do it yet??" She asks. "Did who do what?" I ask rubbing my head. "Did you and Mike? You know..." She smiles biting her lip. I roll my eyes. "Did you and Frank??" I ask sarcastically. "Girl BYE" she retorts. "Never in a million years." I laugh out loud at the anger in her voice. "But, you never answered my question Jayla! Did you?" She asks again. "No. Sasha." I say calmly. "And we won't." "Oh please, it'll happen. Trust me." Sasha says waving her hand. "No it won't" I laugh out. "Yeah yeah. I just came to tell you rest up we leave for the venue in 4 hours.." She says walking to the door. "Yall are gonna do it. I know it.. I saw those looks in the car earlier!" "That was friendly!" I yell back before the door closes. I grab my pillow and cuddle up to it. Brian wasn't around so I needed something. I sleep until Sasha comes back to wake me.

The show was dynamic, the crowd was amazing, and the energy was high. After my 5 song solo set, I walked on stage to meet Michael's hand and sing "Heal The World" along with him. The touch of his hand sent a wave of adrenaline through my body. I smile as he and I watched the crowd join hands and sway in unison. At the end of the concert we came together to bow and wave at the crowd. We raised 45 million dollars that night. I was ecstatic.

We go back to our hotel rooms and I take another shower. I put on my tank top and shorts and climb in bed. I hear a knock at the door. "Sasha it's like 1 in the morning. Nothing is happening here!" I yell out. "It's Michael." He yells through the door. I hop out of bed and open the door to Michael in his pajama pants and white tshirt. "Hi." I say leaning on the door frame. "It's so weird without you in there... Feel like a sleepover?" He responds smiling, holding up a pillow and his blanket. I giggle and nod my head. I jump back in bed and watch as Michael creates a makeshift bed on the floor. "What are you doing?" I chuckle. He looks back in confusion. "Laying down." "Not on the floor Michael." I smile as I pat an empty space on my bed. "Are you sure?" He asks slowly walking towards the bed. I nod my head. I had forgotten about Brian. I just wanted Michael and his body heat. I didn't want to have sex with him. I just wanted to sleep with him. I missed his touch. Michael slides in the bed and turns to his side facing me. He gives a light smile and moves a loose hair from my face. "You're so beautiful. Brian is a lucky guy." I giggle "I guess so. Honestly, I've been trying fight the fact that I still love you. I don't know why but you have a serious hold on me." I couldn't believe I was confessing this. "I know you've been fighting it I can tell, you barely look at me, you're fidgety all the time. I get it. I've been trying to let go of you too, but every time I get around you, I start reminiscing again. I get jealous because when I see you smile, I know it's someone else putting it there. When it used to be me." He strokes my face. "I just miss you." I say as I lay my head over his heart and wrap an arm around him. "I miss this. Brian is great, I love him... So much... But not how I love you." I add. I don't think I could ever love anyone as much as I loved Michael. It was evident he felt the same way. Michael pulled me closer into his arms and stroked my head. "I'll be there for you Jayla, if he ever hurts you, disrespects you or neglects you. I promise, I'll be there." I smile as he pecks my forehead and brings his body close to mine. There we were again. I was wrapped in his arms like a child holding his teddy bear... And I was ok with it.