Fear Beneath the Surface
The apartment was unusually quiet after another grueling rehearsal. Y/N dropped her bag at the door, the tension in her shoulders evident as she walked into the living room. Rosé and Duru were lounging on the couch, sharing snacks while scrolling through their phones.
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Hiding the Struggle
Rosé: looking up "Youâre late. Extra practice?"
Y/N: forcing a smile "Yeah, just wanted to run through a few things."
Duru: frowning "Again? Y/N, youâre going to burn out if you keep this up."
Y/N: brushing her off "Iâm fine. Really."
Rosé and Duru exchanged a glance but didnât push further. They knew Y/N well enough to recognize when she wasnât ready to talk.
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The Growing Weight
That night, as Y/N lay in bed, her mind raced. She thought about the endless rehearsals, the pressure to meet expectations, and the way Kenanâs presence lingered in her thoughts long after they parted ways.
She wanted to let herself feel something for him, but the idea terrified her.
What if he didnât feel the same way?
What if she wasnât enough?
What if she let him in and it all fell apart?
The questions circled endlessly in her mind, leaving her restless.
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The Breaking Point
A week later, after an especially tough rehearsal, Y/N came home to find Rosé and Duru sitting in the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air, but Y/N barely noticed as she dropped into a chair, her exhaustion written all over her face.
Duru: cautiously "You okay?"
Y/N: staring at the table "Yeah. Just tired."
Rosé: "Y/N, youâve been saying that for weeks. Whatâs really going on?"
Y/N hesitated, her walls already beginning to crack under their gentle concern.
Y/N: quietly "I donât know. I feel like... like Iâm falling behind. Like no matter how hard I work, itâs never enough."
Duru: "Y/N, youâre doing amazing. Why would you think that?"
Y/N shook her head, her voice trembling.
Y/N: "Because Iâm supposed to have it all together. Everyone expects me to be perfectâon stage, in rehearsals, everywhere. And then thereâs Kenan..."
Rosé and Duru leaned in, staying quiet to let her speak.
Y/N: "Heâs been nothing but amazing. And I..." She paused, taking a deep breath. "I think I like him. But Iâm scared. What if he doesnât like me back? Or worseâwhat if Iâm not enough for him? What if I mess everything up?"
Rosé: softly "Y/N..."
Y/N: "I canât stop thinking about how much I already have on my plate. How can I let someone in when I can barely handle myself?"
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Rosé and Duruâs Support
Duru reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on Y/Nâs.
Duru: "Y/N, youâre not supposed to have it all figured out. No one does. And Kenan... if he really cares about you, he wonât expect you to be perfect. Heâll just want you."
Y/N: shaking her head "But what if I mess it up? What if Iâm not what heâs looking for?"
Rosé: firmly "Y/N, youâre more than enough. If Kenan canât see that, then heâs not the right person for you. But from what Iâve seen, heâs already half in love with you."
Y/N looked up, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Y/N: "You really think so?"
Rosé: smiling "I know so."
Duru: "And even if things donât go perfectly, thatâs okay. Lifeâs messy. Relationships are messy. But that doesnât mean itâs not worth trying."
Y/N let out a shaky breath, the weight on her chest easing just slightly.
Y/N: "I just donât want to ruin everything."
Rosé: softly "You wonât. And even if you stumble, weâll be here to catch you."
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Ending Note
As Y/N sat with her best friends, their words echoed in her mind. She still wasnât sure how to handle her feelings for Kenan, but for the first time, she allowed herself to believe that maybeâjust maybeâshe didnât have to face it all alone.