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Y/N's POV

Driver: "Aah—but you two look cute together, ma'am." 🤭

I nearly choked on my own breath. "I—I…" 😰 I tried to say something, but words failed me. I was completely speechless.

Driver: "You're beautiful, and he's handsome. I think you two are made for each other." 🤭

Okay, now he's talking too much. 😱

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you really think that, sir?" 😒

Driver: "Alright, alright, don't call me sir. Just call me uncle, okay?" 😊

Weird. 🙄

"Okay…" 😒 I muttered, and he nodded.

Driver: "Here we are." 🙂

The moment the car stopped, I bolted out, desperate to escape the conversation. "Uh—thank you, Uncle! Goodbye!" 😥

Driver: "Bye, dear!" 😉 He laughed as I rushed into the building.

I fumbled in my pocket for my keys and sighed in relief when I found them. But then—oh no. I froze.

"I forgot Emma's bicycle in the park!" 😱

Panic settled in. What should I do now?

Before I could spiral further, a voice behind me called out.

???: "Ma'am, are you Y/N?" 😅

I turned, startled, to see the same old man who had been with Mr. Idiot. 🤨

"Uh… yes?" 😲

He pulled something from his pocket. A key.

???: "Your bicycle was left in the park. Here, these are the keys!" 🙂

I blinked in surprise. "But… how do you know it was mine?" 🤔

The man chuckled. "When you passed out, we were there. Coel saw you and recognized you immediately. He ran to help and told us to take you to the hospital. Ma'am, I've never seen him that scared before… maybe he cares for you." 😌

I was speechless. Mr. Idiot… cared?

Maybe… he wasn't that bad after all?

Ugh, no, Y/N. Don't fall for this nonsense. 🙄

"Well, thank you very much for the help—and for the bicycle." 😄

He nodded, handed me the keys, and left. I let out a deep breath before heading inside.

The moment I entered the apartment, exhaustion hit me.

"I need a bath."

After a quick shower, I made some noodles and threw on an oversized t-shirt. It was comfy and warm, perfect for lazing around.

Just as I sat down to eat, my phone buzzed. Unknown number.

I frowned, ignoring it. Probably spam.

I checked the time. 4 PM.

And then—oh no. 😰

"I FORGOT ABOUT WORK!" 😱

I snatched my phone. 15 missed calls and messages from James.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

Just as I was about to call him back, the doorbell rang. My stomach dropped.

I rushed to open it.

There stood James, looking both worried and furious.

James: "You scared me, you silly girl! Are you alright?!" 😱 He immediately checked my forehead, his concern overwhelming.

James: "I called you so many times! You didn't answer my calls, you didn't reply to my messages! Where were you? Why weren't you at the café today?" 😥

I held up a hand. "James, stop." 😲

He shut his mouth but still looked tense.

"Take a deep breath." 😒

He hesitated but obeyed.

"Come inside." 😑

James followed me into the living room.

James: "Y/N—" 😥

I cut him off. "Sit. I'll explain." 😑

He sighed but sat down on the sofa.

James: "Now, tell me." 🤔

I hesitated. "Umm… I fainted in the park, and—" 😅

James: "WHAT?!" 😱 He jumped up, eyes wide. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"

"Yes, yes! I'm totally fine now!" 😅

He grabbed my hand. "Let's go—we're going to the hospital!" 😤

Now I panicked.

"I already went to the hospital, James! I'm fine now!" 😅

He exhaled deeply. "Aah…" 😥

"Yeah, someone helped me and took me there." 😅

James frowned. "Really? Who?" 🤨

I hesitated, pulling my hand away. Should I tell him everything? If I told him a famous actor helped me—and called me his girlfriend—James would lose it. 😰

"A man helped me and took me to the hospital." 😒

James: "A man?" 🤨 He still looked suspicious.

"Aah… yeah." 😅I said

He sighed. "Well, thank God you're okay. That's all that matters." 😌 He sat down again. "Sit, I'll make something for you to eat—"I said

His phone rang. He pulled it out, looked at the screen, and groaned.

James: "Ugh. What does she want now?" 😓He said in frustration

I leaned over slightly. His girlfriend.

James: "I told you, I'm busy—" 🙄 His voice was laced with annoyance.

I sat back on the couch, waiting.

James: "Umm… okay, fine. I'll be there in 30 minutes." 😞he said

He hung up and turned to me. "Y/N, I need to go to Paris for two days." 😒he said

"WHAT?! REALLY?!" 😱 I turned fully to face him.

James: "Yes. I have to go for… some reason." 🙄He said

I narrowed my eyes. "Why? Is there a problem?" 😨I ask in worried

James: "No, no, everything's fine. It's just… umm… my friend needs me there." 😅He said to me

I frowned. "I—umm… okay." 😌 I said

Something felt off, but I didn't push him. If he wanted to tell me, he would.

James: "Okay—" 🙂 He paused mid-sentence, suddenly looking down.

Following his gaze, I realized something.

I was wearing an oversized t-shirt.

My thighs were exposed.

James' eyes were locked on my skin.

I grabbed a pillow and slammed it over my lap.

"Hmm." 🙄 I cleared my throat.

James snapped out of it, his face turning red as he stammered. "I—I—Y-Y/N—I—I think I should go make some—" 🥵 he said

I raised an eyebrow, enjoying how flustered he looked.

"James, I already ate noodles." 😏I said

His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at me.

James: "Aah—okay. I—I should probably go then." 😳he said

He stood up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table.

"James—" I tried to hold back my laughter, but it was impossible.

James: "I—I'll see you later, Y/N!" 🏃‍♂️he said

Before I could say anything, he practically sprinted to the door, fumbling with the lock in his rush to escape.

The second the door shut behind him, I lost it.

I collapsed onto the couch, laughing so hard my stomach started hurting.

"Oh my god, that was priceless!" 😂I said

I wiped a tear from my eye, still chuckling as

"Cute jameii" I said to myself