Clarity in Chaos
The sun had barely risen when Y/N slipped back into the apartment. Rosé and Duru were still asleep, and the quiet gave her space to process everything. She crawled into bed, hugging her pillow tightly, her mind replaying the events of the night over and over again.
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Y/N's POV: The Morning After
The kiss lingered in her thoughts like a soft melody she couldnât shake. It wasnât just the kiss itselfâit was the way Kenan had held her, the way his words felt like a promise she could trust. For the first time in a long time, the weight she carried didnât feel so heavy.
"He doesnât expect me to be perfect," she thought, staring at the ceiling. "He just wants me."
The realization brought a smile to her face, a genuine one she hadnât felt in weeks. Her heart felt lighter, her chest less tight. She wasnât sure how to explain it, but the kiss had unlocked something in herâsomething that made her believe she could let herself be happy.
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Kenanâs POV: The Drive Home
Kenanâs hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove home, the quiet streets lit by the pale morning light. He couldnât stop thinking about herâthe way she had looked at him, the way she had finally let her guard down.
The kiss had been everything heâd imagined and more. It wasnât just the physical act; it was what it represented. For weeks, he had watched her struggle, pushing him away while clearly needing someone to lean on. And now, she had finally let him in, even if just a little.
"Sheâs still scared," he thought. "But thatâs okay. Iâll give her all the time she needs."
Despite his calm demeanor, his heart was racing. He wanted to be patient, to let her set the pace, but he also couldnât ignore the hope that burned brightly in his chest.
"Maybe sheâs starting to realize she doesnât have to do this alone."
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Y/Nâs Day
The day passed in a blur of rehearsals and meetings, but Y/N couldnât stop smiling. Even the group noticed her unusually cheerful demeanor.
Rosé: teasing "Okay, whatâs with the smile? Youâve been glowing all day."
Y/N: shrugging "Canât I just be in a good mood?"
Duru: narrowing her eyes playfully "This wouldnât have anything to do with a certain football player, would it?"
Y/Nâs cheeks flushed, but she didnât respond, her smile giving her away.
Lisa: smirking "We knew it! Spill!"
Y/N: shaking her head "Thereâs nothing to tell. Now focusâweâre running through the choreography one more time."
Madison: groaning "Youâre the boss, but weâre not done with this conversation!"
As the group laughed and got back to work, Y/N felt a warmth in her chest. For the first time in weeks, the stress didnât feel so suffocating. The thought of Kenanâof his patience, his steadiness, and the way he made her feelâkept her going.
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Kenanâs Day
Kenanâs day was equally busy with training and meetings, but his mind kept drifting back to Y/N. He could still feel the weight of her head against his chest, the way her lips had trembled slightly before meeting his. It was a memory he wanted to hold on to forever.
BarıÅ: nudging him "Youâve been smiling like an idiot all day. Whatâs going on?"
Kenan: smirking "Nothing."
BarıÅ: raising an eyebrow "Does this ânothingâ have anything to do with Y/N?"
Kenan: shrugging "Maybe."
Arda: joining in "Oh, it definitely does. You look like a guy who just won the lottery."
Kenan: laughing "I wouldnât go that far. But... yeah, things feel different."
BarıÅ: "Different how?"
Kenan paused, his expression softening.
Kenan: "Sheâs starting to let me in. Itâs small, but itâs a start."
Arda: clapping him on the shoulder "Thatâs all you need, man. Just be patient."
Kenan nodded, his resolve strengthening. He didnât want to rush herâhe just wanted her to know she wasnât alone.
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Y/Nâs Decision
As the day wound down and Y/N sat alone in the studio, strumming her guitar, she thought about everything. The kiss, the way Kenan had looked at her, the way he made her feel like she didnât have to carry everything on her own.
She missed him. She wanted him. And for the first time, she let herself admit it fully.
Y/N: whispering to herself "I want this. I want him."
It wasnât a decision she had come to lightly, but it felt right. She still didnât have all the answers, but she was tired of letting fear hold her back. She pulled out her phone and opened her messages, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Y/N: "Can we meet tomorrow? I want to talk."
She hit send before she could second-guess herself, her heart racing as she waited for his reply.
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Ending Note
Y/N had finally made her choice. The walls she had built around herself were beginning to crumble, and she was ready to take the next stepâready to let Kenan in, one moment at a time.
Meanwhile, Kenanâs hope burned brighter than ever, his patience unwavering as he waited for her to realize what he had known all along: she was more than enough.
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