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A Quiet Morning
The apartment was quieter than usual without Max and Harveyâs lively presence. Y/N woke up to the sound of birds chirping and soft laughter from Rosé in the living room. Stretching, she made her way to the kitchen, where Rosé was sipping on her tea and scrolling through her phone.
"Morning, star," Rosé said without looking up.
"Morning," Y/N mumbled, reaching for the kettle.
Just as she poured herself a cup of tea, the doorbell rang. Y/N raised an eyebrow at Rosé, who only shrugged.
"Probably for you," Rosé teased.
When Y/N opened the door, Kenan stood there, holding a small bouquet of white daisies. His grin widened as he saw her.
"Morning, Princess."
Y/N blinked, caught off guard.
"Whatâs this?"
Kenan shrugged, handing her the bouquet.
"I saw these and thought of you. Theyâre simple but beautifulâkind of like someone I know."
Y/N rolled her eyes, though her cheeks turned a soft pink.
"Youâre unbelievable."
Kenan smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe.
"And yet, youâre smiling."
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Practice Chaos
Y/N and Rosé arrived at the studio later that morning, their schedules packed with rehearsals and interviews. As they worked through their choreography, Y/N couldnât help but feel distracted. The bouquet Kenan had given her still lingered in her mind.
Rosé noticed immediately, smirking as she paused mid-spin.
"Youâre daydreaming again. Let me guessâKenan?"
Y/N groaned, wiping her forehead with a towel.
"Can you focus on the choreography instead of my life for once?"
Rosé laughed, throwing her water bottle lightly at her.
"Iâll take that as a yes."
The two of them continued practicing until their vocal coach arrived. After running through their setlist, they sat on the floor, exhausted but satisfied with their progress.
Rosé leaned back on her hands, glancing at Y/N.
"He really brings out a side of you I havenât seen in a while, you know."
Y/N frowned, tilting her head.
"What side?"
Rosé smiled softly.
"The happy side. Youâve been more relaxed lately, more... open. Itâs nice to see."
Y/N didnât respond, but a small smile tugged at her lips.
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An Unexpected Visit
As they wrapped up practice, Y/N was surprised to see Kenan leaning against the doorframe of the studio, a cup of coffee in each hand.
"Two days in a row? Are you trying to make this a habit?" Y/N teased as she walked over to him.
Kenan shrugged, handing her a cup.
"Maybe. You donât seem to mind."
Rosé walked past them with a grin.
"Donât let him distract you too much, Y/N. We still have interviews later."
Kenan smirked, watching her walk away.
"Sheâs not wrong, you know. I can be very distracting."
Y/N rolled her eyes, though her smile gave her away.
"Youâre impossible."
Kenan chuckled, stepping closer.
"And yet, you still tolerate me. I must be doing something right."
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An Afternoon of Quiet Affection
Back at the apartment, Y/N found herself sprawled out on the couch, flipping through her phone. Kenan sat beside her, his arm resting casually on the back of the couch.
"Youâve been quiet today," he said, glancing at her.
Y/N shrugged, setting her phone down.
"Just tired from practice. Nothing exciting."
Kenan tilted his head, studying her.
"You know, youâre allowed to let me take care of you once in a while."
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"Take care of me? What are you, my personal assistant?"
Kenan smirked, leaning closer.
"No, but I wouldnât mind the job if it means spending more time with you."
Y/N laughed, shaking her head.
"Youâre ridiculous."
Kenan grinned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Maybe. But youâre smiling, so I must be doing something right."
Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, catching her off guard.
"What was that for?" she asked, her cheeks warm.
Kenan shrugged, his voice light.
"Just felt like it."
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Evening with the Group
By the evening, the apartment was alive with energy again. Rosé, Duru, BarıÅ, and Arda had joined them for a casual dinner, and the conversation was as lively as ever.
BarıŠleaned back in his chair, smirking at Y/N and Kenan.
"You two have been awfully cozy lately. Should we start planning the wedding?"
Y/N groaned, hiding her face in her hands.
"BarıÅ, please. Itâs too early for this."
Arda chuckled, raising his glass.
"I think itâs a fair question. You two are basically inseparable."
Kenan, completely unbothered, shrugged.
"What can I say? Sheâs hard to resist."
Max wasnât there to groan at Kenanâs comment, but Rosé filled in the gap with a playful gagging noise.
"You two are disgusting."
Y/N rolled her eyes, though her smile lingered.
"Youâre all impossible."
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Ending the Night
Later that night, after everyone had gone home, Y/N found herself sitting on the balcony with Kenan. The cool breeze brushed against her skin as she leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the city lights.
"Do you ever get tired of this?" Kenan asked, breaking the silence.
Y/N glanced at him, her brow furrowed.
"Tired of what?"
"Everything," Kenan said simply. "The attention, the pressure, the chaos."
Y/N thought for a moment before shaking her head.
"Not really. Itâs exhausting sometimes, but itâs also what I love. I wouldnât trade it for anything."
Kenan nodded, his gaze softening.
"Youâre stronger than you give yourself credit for, you know."
Y/N smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"And youâre sweeter than you pretend to be."
Kenan chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Donât let that get out. I have a reputation to uphold."
Y/N laughed softly, closing her eyes as the night stretched on, peaceful and full of quiet affection.
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