Chapter 35: Chapter 33

Protective Brothers and an Uncomfortable Encounter

Time Skip: Two Weeks Later

Y/N’s life had settled into a comforting rhythm, balancing her career and her personal life. But this week was special—her older brothers, Max and Harvey, were visiting her for a few weeks. Being half-British and half-French, they brought with them the charm of their accents and their fierce love for their sister. Protective but loving, they had a soft spot for Y/N, and while they were wary of anyone who got too close, they had grown to trust and like Kenan.

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The Arrival

It was a breezy afternoon when Max and Harvey arrived at Y/N’s apartment. Y/N ran to the door, practically throwing herself into Max’s arms.

Y/N: “Max! Harvey! It’s so good to see you!”

Max, with his unmistakable British accent, grinned.

Max: “It’s been far too long, little one.”

Harvey followed, pulling her into a tight hug.

Harvey: “You look amazing, Y/N. I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself.”

Y/N: “Of course I have. Come in, everyone’s waiting!”

Inside, Kenan, Rosé, Duru, Barış, and Arda stood to greet them. The introductions were warm, and Max and Harvey immediately fell into easy conversation with the group.

Harvey: “So, you’re Kenan, the one we’ve been hearing about.”

Kenan nodded, shaking his hand firmly.

Kenan: “That’s me. It’s great to finally meet you both. Y/N’s talked a lot about you.”

Max smirked.

Max: “Good things, I hope?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing.

Y/N: “Behave, Max.”

The group laughed, and the ice was broken. Over the next few days, Max and Harvey fit seamlessly into Y/N’s world, quickly warming to Kenan and growing close to him.

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The French Restaurant

On the third night of their visit, the group decided to go out for dinner at an upscale French restaurant that Max had suggested. It was an elegant place, with soft lighting and the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the air.

The group—Y/N, Kenan, Rosé, Duru, Barış, Arda, Max, and Harvey—settled into their seats. As the waiter approached, Max, Harvey, and Y/N seamlessly switched to French, their accents melodic and refined.

Waiter: “Bonsoir. Êtes-vous prêts à commander?”

(Good evening. Are you ready to order?)

Y/N smiled.

Y/N: “Oui. Je prendrai le saumon grillé, s'il vous plaît.”

(Yes. I’ll have the grilled salmon, please.)

Max and Harvey followed with their orders, their French accents blending effortlessly. The rest of the group struggled slightly but managed to get their orders in English.

Duru: “You three sound so elegant when you speak French. I feel like I’m in a movie.”

Harvey chuckled.

Harvey: “It’s just how we were raised. We switch between English and French all the time.”

Max: “Though Y/N’s French is better than mine now. She’s the perfectionist in the family.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

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The Unwelcome Guest

A man at a nearby table had been watching Y/N throughout the evening. At first, she ignored it, assuming he was just another fan. But as he stood and approached their table, her discomfort grew.

Man: “Bonsoir, mademoiselle. Vous êtes Y/N, n’est-ce pas? La célèbre chanteuse?”

(Good evening, miss. You’re Y/N, right? The famous singer?)

Y/N nodded politely, her British-accented French soft but firm.

Y/N: “Oui, c’est moi. Mais je dîne avec ma famille et mes amis.”

(Yes, that’s me. But I’m dining with my family and friends.)

The man ignored her hint, leaning closer to the table.

Man: “Vous êtes encore plus belle en personne. C’est dommage qu’une femme comme vous soit entourée de... gens si ordinaires.”

(You’re even more beautiful in person. It’s a shame that a woman like you is surrounded by... such ordinary people.)

Y/N’s face fell, and Max and Harvey immediately stiffened. Kenan’s jaw tightened, his hand moving instinctively to Y/N’s.

Harvey: “Elle a dit qu’elle dînait. Vous devriez partir.”

(She said she’s dining. You should leave.)

The man smirked, switching to English, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Man: “I’m just saying, someone like her deserves to be with someone extraordinary. Not... this.” (He gestured vaguely at the group.)

Kenan stood, his voice low and controlled.

Kenan: “She’s fine right where she is. Walk away.”

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Crossing the Line

The man ignored Kenan and turned back to Y/N, his words becoming more pointed.

Man: “You know, your music is amazing, but I wonder if it’s because of your voice or your looks. A pretty face can sell anything, right?”

Y/N’s hands clenched under the table as her discomfort became visible. Max stood as well, his French accent sharp.

Max: “That’s enough. She’s not interested.”

The man laughed, clearly enjoying the attention.

Man: “Relax, I’m just being honest. A woman like her? She’s built for the spotlight—and the bedroom.”

Harvey slammed his hand on the table, standing up with fire in his eyes.

Harvey: “Répète ça, et je te jure que tu ne sortiras pas d’ici entier.”

(Say that again, and I swear you won’t leave here in one piece.)

Kenan, however, moved faster. He stepped in front of Y/N, his eyes locked on the man.

Kenan: “Apologize. Now.”

The man sneered, leaning closer.

Man: “And what if I don’t? Are you going to hit me in front of everyone?”

Kenan didn’t respond with words. Instead, he grabbed the man’s wrist as he tried to reach toward Y/N again, his grip firm.

Kenan: “Touch her, and I will.”

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The Aftermath

The restaurant staff quickly intervened, escorting the man out as he muttered insults in French. The group sat back down, the tension still palpable.

Rosé: “What a creep. Y/N, are you okay?”

Y/N nodded, though her hands were still shaking.

Y/N: “I’m fine. Thanks to you guys.”

Max placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Max: “You shouldn’t have to deal with people like that. But you handled yourself well.”

Harvey nodded, his voice softer now.

Harvey: “And Kenan... I see why she trusts you. You kept your cool when I couldn’t.”

Kenan smiled faintly, reaching for Y/N’s hand under the table.

Kenan: “She means everything to me. I’m not letting anyone disrespect her.”

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Later That Night

Back at the apartment, Y/N sat on the couch with Kenan while Max and Harvey chatted with the group in the kitchen. She leaned against him, her voice quiet.

Y/N: “Thank you for stepping in. That could have gone so much worse.”

Kenan kissed the top of her head, his voice soft.

Kenan: “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always protect you.”

Y/N smiled, her nerves easing as she realized how deeply loved she was—not just by Kenan, but by everyone in her life.

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Ending Note

The evening had its tense moments, but it was a testament to the love and protection Y/N was surrounded by. Whether it was her brothers, her friends, or Kenan, she knew she wasn’t facing anything alone.

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