Chapter 24: Chapter 22

A Quiet Night Together

The house was unusually calm. With Rosé and Duru out for the evening, Y/N and Kenan had the place entirely to themselves. The city lights spilled into the cozy living room, casting a faint glow over the space. Y/N came in from the kitchen with two mugs of steaming herbal tea.

Y/N: “Here you go. Tea, no exceptions.”

Kenan: raising an eyebrow “What if I wanted coffee? What happened to freedom of choice?”

Y/N: smirking “You lost that privilege when you started downing three espressos a day. Tea is better for you.”

Kenan: taking the mug “You’re bossy, you know that?”

Y/N: “And yet, here you are, drinking tea.”

Kenan laughed, leaning back into the couch and taking a sip. He had to admit, it wasn’t bad. Y/N curled up beside him, tucking her legs under herself, her usual commanding aura softened in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

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Conversations Over Tea

Kenan: “So, what’s the plan for tonight? Or are we just going to sit here drinking this ‘healthy’ tea you forced on me?”

Y/N: “I was thinking we could do something relaxing. Maybe talk. It’s been a while since we’ve had time to just sit like this.”

Kenan: nodding “True. You’re always busy running the world.”

Y/N: chuckling “And you’re always busy running up and down a football field.”

Kenan: smirking “Touché. But seriously, how are you? And don’t give me the ‘I’m fine’ answer.”

Y/N: pausing “I’m... okay. Tired, but okay. It’s a lot sometimes, but I’m managing.”

Kenan: “You don’t always have to manage alone, you know.”

Y/N: glancing at him “I know. But I’m not great at asking for help.”

Kenan: softly “Well, I’m here. Whether you ask or not.”

The sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. She gave him a small smile, grateful for his steady presence.

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The Guitar Session

Kenan’s gaze shifted to the guitar propped in the corner of the room.

Kenan: “You know, I’ve been here plenty of times, and I’ve never heard you play that thing. Are you sure it’s not just for show?”

Y/N: laughing “It’s not for show! I play all the time—just not when people are around to judge me.”

Kenan: “I don’t judge. I appreciate.”

Y/N: rolling her eyes “Fine. But no comments.”

She stood and retrieved the guitar, settling back on the couch. After a few experimental chords, she began to sing softly.

Y/N:

"Can you read my mind?

The good old days, the honest man,

The restless heart, the promised land."

Kenan watched her, his usual teasing replaced by quiet admiration. Her voice carried a softness that seemed to fill the entire room. She closed her eyes as she continued, fully immersed in the melody.

Y/N:

"I wanna breathe that fire again,

But I’m not that bold,

And I don’t know if you can hold me…"

When she finished, the last chord lingered in the air. She set the guitar down and looked at Kenan expectantly.

Y/N: “Well? Was it terrible?”

Kenan: softly “You’re amazing. Why do you keep this to yourself?”

Y/N: shrugging “I don’t know. It feels different when it’s just for me.”

Kenan: “Well, now it’s for me too. And I’m honored.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest betrayed how much his words meant to her.

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Dancing in the Living Room

Kenan grabbed his phone, scrolling through his playlist.

Y/N: “What are you doing now?”

Kenan: “Fixing the atmosphere. This place is too quiet.”

He connected his phone to the speakers, and a slow, jazzy tune filled the room. Standing, he held out his hand to her.

Kenan: “Dance with me.”

Y/N: raising an eyebrow “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Kenan: “Nope. Come on. Don’t leave me hanging.”

Reluctantly, Y/N took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. His hand rested lightly on her waist as they began to sway to the music.

Y/N: “You’re surprisingly not bad at this.”

Kenan: grinning “I’ve got moves, superstar.”

Y/N: teasing “Let’s not get carried away.”

He spun her suddenly, catching her off guard but pulling her back smoothly. She laughed, the sound light and free.

Kenan: “See? You’re having fun.”

Y/N: “Maybe a little.”

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A Playful Challenge

As the song changed to something faster, Y/N pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N: “Let’s see if you can keep up with this.”

She started dancing to the beat, her movements sharp and precise. Kenan tried to follow, but his steps were clumsy.

Kenan: laughing “Okay, this is impossible. How do you even move like that?”

Y/N: “Years of practice. And natural talent.”

Kenan: “Show-off.”

She grabbed his hands, guiding him through a few basic steps. Despite his protests, he started to find the rhythm, and their laughter filled the room as they tripped over each other’s feet.

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A Balcony Conversation

Later, after their impromptu dance session, they moved to the balcony. The cool night air was a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the house. Y/N leaned against the railing, looking out at the city lights.

Y/N: “Thanks for tonight. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

Kenan: “Anytime. You work too hard, you know.”

Y/N: “It’s part of the job.”

Kenan: “Still, you should take breaks more often. Preferably with me.”

She smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks.

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Ending the Night

When they returned inside, Y/N grabbed the guitar again, this time handing it to Kenan.

Y/N: “Your turn.”

Kenan: “I don’t play.”

Y/N: “You can’t be good at everything. It’s fine.”

Kenan: “You’re so encouraging.”

They spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, the weight of their busy lives temporarily forgotten. For Y/N, it was a reminder of how much joy could be found in the simplest moments.

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Ending Note

That night wasn’t about rehearsals, performances, or the pressures of fame. It was about connection—two people finding solace in each other’s company. And for Y/N, it was a night she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

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