do part 2 of Celebrity Crush with their dinner and then developing into a secret relationship, him posting her music/film, with her going to the stadium to watch him play and then the public becoming suspicious. it would be cool to have photos on IG of when they came out and maybe Kenan won a championship and she went to hug him on the field 😩 definitely a slow one with cute moments
The phone buzzed again. It was nearly midnight on your end, and you were sitting cross-legged on your couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The late-night calmness had settled over your apartment, but your mind was anything but calm.
You’d just finished a long day of work, but no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting back to Kenan. His messages. The fact that you were actually talking to him. It had only been a few days since your Tonight Show interview aired, but in that time, your social media had exploded, and somehow, amidst all the chaos, he’d found his way into your DMs.
You had to admit: you were addicted to the conversations.
Kenan Yıldız: What time is it over there?
You smiled to yourself as you typed back.
You: Almost midnight. What about you?
Kenan Yıldız: Morning. Just got out of training.
The message was pretty standard, yet you couldn’t help but feel a little spark at the thought of him training hard on the other side of the world. You quickly typed:
You: Shouldn't you be, like… resting?
The reply came quickly, as if he had been waiting for it.
Kenan Yıldız: Shouldn't you be sleeping?
You laughed quietly to yourself. You had barely even realized how late it was.
Another pause. You could feel your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, and you started typing again, trying to force your nerves into something else.
You: Can't sleep. Just one of those nights.
A few seconds passed, and you stared at the screen, the dots bouncing.
That was it. A simple message, but it held so much meaning. You wondered, for just a moment, if he was saying something more than just the words. The shared sentiment was clear. The more you thought about it, the more the weight of it sank in.
You wanted to say something, but before you could, his next message popped up.
Kenan Yıldız: Wanna call?
A call? You hadn't expected that. Your thumb hovered over the screen for what felt like an eternity. Your breath hitched, and you suddenly realized how exposed you felt. It wasn’t just a regular conversation anymore. This was Kenan.
You tried to play it cool. You told yourself you didn’t need to jump into anything. But when you looked at your phone, the nervousness crept in. What if you said something dumb? What if you didn’t know what to say? The whole situation felt so… real now.
His next message made you hesitate even more:
Kenan Yıldız: Or we can just text. Whatever you want.
You swallowed hard. You had already come this far. You didn’t want to back out now. FaceTime—that was the next step, right? If you didn’t do it now, you might never get the chance again.
Your fingers hit the send button before you could think better of it. And almost immediately, you regretted it. Was that too forward? Were you rushing things?
And then, your phone started to ring.
Your stomach flipped as you saw the name. Kenan Yıldız.
You took a deep breath, quickly smoothing out your hair and making sure you didn’t look like a total disaster before swiping to accept the call.
The screen flashed, and then there he was.
Kenan Yıldız. In your phone.
He was lying back against what looked like a bed, wearing a plain t-shirt, his hair a little messy from training. His eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other in silence.
You could feel the nerves creeping in, but you didn’t want to look away first.
“Hey,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment too.
You swallowed, still trying to play it cool. “Hi.”
“Didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” he teased, the familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
You laughed awkwardly, running a hand through your hair. “Well, I figured… I couldn’t keep avoiding it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Avoiding it? I wasn’t going to bite.”
“No, not that,” you rushed to clarify. “I just… I didn’t know if I was ready for an actual call, you know?”
He nodded, his expression softening slightly. “I get it. But you’re here now.”
There was a beat of silence, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of it. Being on a call with someone you’d only ever seen on TV or social media was surreal. It felt different, but also more real than anything you’d done with him before.
“So,” he started, shifting a little to sit up. “What’s the deal with all the edits? I swear I’ve seen enough memes of me and you together to last a lifetime.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly plan on that going viral.”
“I saw the interview, and I’ll admit—I was flattered. Didn’t know I had that kind of effect.” His tone was playful, but there was something in his eyes that made it clear he wasn’t just joking.
You smiled, trying to ignore the warmth that spread across your cheeks. “You should be flattered. You’re Kenan Yıldız.”
He chuckled, but there was a noticeable softness in his voice when he spoke next. “But you’re you. I mean, I’ve been following your work for a while.”
You blinked, trying to process what he’d just said. He’d been following your work?
“You’ve been… following me?”
He looked away briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. A fan of yours, actually.”
“Yeah.” His smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly, as though he was trying to close the distance between you two, even though you were miles apart.
You tried not to get too caught up in the words, but you could feel the chemistry between you two now, even through a phone screen. It was subtle, but it was there.
“So,” he continued, “Tell me more about what you’re working on. What’s next for you?”
You shifted a little, feeling the nerves begin to melt away as you got into something familiar. “Well, I’m actually working on a new movie. It’s a bit of a drama, something I haven’t done before. So, there’s a lot of emotional range involved. It’s kind of scary, actually.”
“Sounds like something I’d watch.” His tone was light, but you could hear the genuine interest in his voice.
You couldn’t help but smile. “You’d watch a drama?”
“Depends. If you’re in it, I’d definitely watch.”
The compliment hung in the air, and your heart fluttered just a bit. It wasn’t just flattery. There was a realness to it that made you feel… seen.
“You’re making me blush,” you said, trying to keep things casual, but your cheeks betrayed you, and you could feel the heat creeping up.
Kenan noticed, of course. He grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “Good.”
For a moment, you both just stayed there, looking at each other. The small talk had shifted to something more personal. Something that felt real.
It had been a few days since the FaceTime call with Kenan. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About him.
Every time you unlocked your phone, your fingers hovered over his name in your messages. You weren’t sure if you were overthinking things or if there was actually something there—something real—between you two.
Since that night, your conversations had been more frequent. It wasn’t just the occasional message here and there anymore. Now, he texted you throughout the day, sometimes just checking in, sometimes sending voice notes, sometimes teasing you about things you’d said on the call.
And the energy between you two had shifted.
The messages were still playful, but there was a new weight behind them.
Kenan Yıldız: What are you doing?
Kenan Yıldız: Bored. Waiting for training to start.
You: Wow, must be nice to just be bored in Italy.
Kenan Yıldız: Yeah, but you’re not here.
Your breath had caught at that last part. It had been so casual, so smooth, and yet it stuck with you the whole day.
And now, you were lying on your couch again, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, waiting—though you didn’t want to admit it—for him to text.
Then, as if on cue, your phone buzzed.
Kenan Yıldız: Can I call you?
Your stomach flipped. You stared at the message for a second, fingers tightening around the phone. You wanted to answer immediately, but something about how casually he asked made your nerves spike.
Was this becoming… a thing?
You chewed on your lip before finally responding.
You: FaceTime or just a call?
Kenan Yıldız: Your choice.
You hesitated for just a second before your fingers moved on their own.
Not even a full second later, your phone started ringing. You took a deep breath before swiping to accept, and there he was—again.
Kenan was sitting on a couch, looking more relaxed than last time. His hair was slightly damp, probably from a shower, and he was wearing a simple hoodie. The second his face appeared on the screen, the corners of his lips tugged upward in a small smile.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. “Hey.”
“You’re making this a habit,” he teased, shifting slightly.
You rolled your eyes. “I could say the same about you.”
He smirked. “I don’t mind.”
And just like that, the tension settled—familiar, warm, electric.
You tucked your legs beneath you and leaned back into the couch. “So, what’s up? Why the sudden call?”
Kenan shrugged. “I dunno. Just felt like talking to you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried to play it cool. “Bored again?”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Just… I guess I got used to talking to you.”
You swallowed, the weight of those words settling in your chest. You were so not prepared for this level of honesty.
“Oh,” was all you managed to say.
Kenan tilted his head slightly, studying your reaction. “What?”
You shook your head quickly, trying to brush it off. “Nothing, just—didn’t expect that answer.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t know. Maybe something about football or how you just wanted to annoy me?”
He chuckled, rubbing his jaw. “I mean, that too.”
You rolled your eyes, but there was no denying the warmth spreading through your chest.
There was a small pause before Kenan spoke again. “So, tell me something.”
You arched an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“I dunno. Something random. Something I don’t know about you yet.”
You hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Okay. Um… I talk to myself when I’m trying to memorize lines.”
He smirked. “Like, full conversations?”
“Oh yeah,” you admitted. “I argue with myself sometimes too.”
Kenan laughed. “That’s kinda cute.”
You scoffed. “No, it’s not. It’s embarrassing.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s real. I like that.”
You blinked, caught off guard by how genuine he sounded.
Your voice was softer when you spoke next. “Okay. Your turn.”
He thought about it for a moment, then said, “I always listen to music before a match. The same song, every time.”
You leaned in slightly, intrigued. “What song?”
He hesitated. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
Kenan sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “It’s… Superhero by Metro Boomin.”
You burst out laughing, and he groaned. “I knew it.”
“I’m sorry! It’s just—” You covered your mouth, trying to hold it in. “That’s so intense. Like, imagine your teammates just vibing and then there’s you, mentally preparing for war.”
Kenan smirked. “Exactly. Gotta lock in.”
You shook your head, still smiling. “That’s actually kinda cool.”
He looked at you for a second, then said, “You’re different when you’re comfortable.”
You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
He tilted his head slightly. “You were nervous the first time we talked.”
You swallowed. “And now?”
Kenan’s gaze didn’t waver. “Now, you’re just you.”
For a moment, you just… looked at each other. The air between you was thick with something unspoken, something neither of you had fully addressed yet.
You cleared your throat, trying to shake it off. “I—um, I should probably sleep soon.”
Kenan smiled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Yeah. Don’t want to keep you up too late.”
You bit your lip, hesitating before you spoke again. “But… this was nice.”
Kenan leaned back against the couch, exhaling. “Guess I’ll have to call you again, then.”
The silence stretched out again, neither of you willing to hang up first.
Finally, Kenan chuckled. “Alright. Goodnight, Y/N.”
Your heart fluttered at the way he said your name.
And when you finally ended the call, you were smiling like an idiot.
And you weren’t sure where it was leading, but… you weren’t running from it anymore.
You told yourself you weren’t going to overthink it.
And yet, here you were, staring at your phone, overthinking it.
It had been almost two weeks since those late-night FaceTimes with Kenan, and things between you two had only gotten… more.
More texts. More calls. More teasing, inside jokes, little moments that felt like something real.
And yet, nothing had been said outright.
You weren’t sure how to define whatever this was—if it even needed defining. Maybe it was just two people enjoying each other’s company. Maybe it was more. Maybe—
Kenan Yıldız: What time is it over there?
A familiar smile tugged at your lips as you typed back.
Kenan Yıldız: And you’re still awake?
Kenan Yıldız: Yeah, but I have a reason.
You raised an eyebrow, curious.
You: Oh? And what’s your reason?
The dots bounced for a second before his reply came.
You blinked at the message, rereading it like maybe your tired eyes were playing tricks on you. But no—it was there. Clear as day.
You exhaled sharply, gripping your phone tighter. What were you supposed to even say to that?
The answer came before you could think too hard about it.
Kenan Yıldız: Wanna call?
You hesitated, but only for a second before you typed back.
The call came immediately. You inhaled sharply before answering, and just like that—there he was.
Kenan was lying on his bed this time, hood up, dim lighting casting a soft glow around him. He looked comfortable, like he had nowhere else to be, no one else he wanted to talk to but you.
"Hey," he said, voice low, relaxed.
"Hey," you echoed, settling back against your pillow.
"You looked scared for a second," he teased.
You rolled your eyes. "I was just preparing myself for whatever dumb thing you were about to say."
He smirked. "And yet, you still picked FaceTime."
You huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. Just familiarity.
He adjusted slightly, resting his chin on his hand. "So… I’ve been thinking."
Your heart kicked up a little. "About?"
Kenan hesitated, then exhaled like he was debating something. And suddenly, the lighthearted teasing faded into something heavier.
Kenan studied your reaction, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you want to?"
Your head spun. Not because you didn’t want to—but because now, it was real.
You had spent all this time talking, dancing around whatever this was, building something between the two of you that had been kept safely behind screens and text bubbles. But now? Now, he was saying it out loud.
You inhaled deeply, trying to play it cool. "Where would we even meet?"
He smiled slightly, like he was relieved you hadn’t immediately shut it down. "You tell me."
"You’re the one in Italy," you pointed out. "Kinda hard for you to just hop on a plane."
His expression didn’t change. "Not impossible, though."
You blinked. "You’d fly here?"
Kenan shrugged. "Or you could come to me."
"It makes sense," he interrupted, like he already knew you were about to argue. "I have training, matches… I can’t really leave. But you, you travel all the time anyway, right? And the paparazzi aren’t as crazy here as in the U.S."
Your lips pressed together. He had a point.
"You really want that?" you asked, quieter this time.
Kenan’s voice softened. "Yeah."
The way he said it—it wasn’t some casual, playful suggestion. It was intentional.
He really wanted you there.
You bit your lip, hesitating for only a second before finally admitting, "I do too."
Kenan’s smile widened, but there was something softer behind it. Something real.
"Then let’s make it happen," he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
You took a shaky breath. "What would we even do?"
His eyes flickered with something amused. "Are you asking me on a date?"
Your face heated. "I—I didn’t say that!"
Kenan smirked. "You kinda did."
You groaned. "Oh my god, you’re insufferable."
"But you like me anyway."
You opened your mouth to argue—but… you didn’t. And Kenan noticed. His smirk deepened.
After a long pause, he leaned closer to the camera, eyes steady on yours. "Come to a game."
Kenan continued, "Not publicly. No cameras. Just you. No one has to know."
Your heartbeat roared in your ears. "You want me to come to a match?"
"Yeah," he said, like it was obvious. "I want you there."
Something about the way he said it—so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world—made you feel something.
Like maybe, just maybe… this was more than just late-night conversations and teasing texts.
You swallowed. "And after?"
Kenan arched an eyebrow. "What about after?"
You hesitated, then, pushing past your nerves, said, "We should get dinner."
Kenan stilled for a second—then a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
"Now who's asking who out?" he teased.
You rolled your eyes. "Take it or leave it, Yıldız."
His voice was lower when he answered, "I'll take it."
Silence stretched between you, heavy with something unspoken.
Then Kenan exhaled, leaning back against his pillow. "Guess I should start playing even better, huh?"
You smirked. "Oh, absolutely. I’ll be judging."
For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was one of those rare comfortable silences—one that felt natural, like neither of you were in a rush to end the call.
Kenan was the one who broke it. "You're actually coming."
It wasn’t a question. More like a realization.
And for the first time, this—whatever this was—felt real.
