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Though winter in Paris is drawing to a close, the harsh winds refuse to cease, instead blowing your hair into your face and covering your eyes. Spluttering with annoyance, you try to fix your hair and fail to notice the man approaching you.
"Annyeong, Y/N!" He gleefully calls your name, causing you to jump. "Don't be scared, it's just me." Just him, your boyfriend, footballer-turned-k-pop-idol Kylian Mbappé.
You feign annoyance. "Ugh, Mbappé oppa, you know I hate when you sneak up on me."
"I didn't mean to!" He raises his hands and shrugs. "Maybe I'm just too sneaky."
"It's those darn football boots. You don't even play anymore!"
Something uncharacteristically dark clouds his eyes. "You know I keep them as a reminder of what I stand for, Y/N."
"Oh, yeah, uh... I was just saying." You're aware of your boyfriend's... 'dark side', shall we say, and you don't like to offend him.
"Heh, I know, no worries! I just thought I'd remind you~". He smiles and lifts your hand up to tug on his bunny hat, making one of the ears flip up.
The dichotomy between Mbappé's pure aegyo and his somber attitude was one of the first things that drew you to him, but it was also the thing that had now started pulling you away from him.
Into the arms of another.
You have no idea what Mbappé would do if he found out. Fight him? Fight you? No, no, he may not be very well adjusted, but he loves you. You do fear for the safety and sanity of your sneaky link, however. This was never going to end well... maybe you should just end that affair sooner rather than later...
A shiver runs down your spine as your mind swims with guilt. You had only been with Mbappé for three months, but you could tell he had a good heart. And it's not fair on Ha- your sneaky link, either. You'd told yourself not to focus much on anything about him, even his name... anything that might make you feel more attached to him. It's not working.
"Shit," you say out loud, and wince when Mbappé turns to look at you questioningly. "I-I left my charger at Y/F/N's house."
"Oh, you want me to walk back with you? Then we can go to that boba place you like~" He grins. You can't help the way your heart skips a beat; his natural aegyo is just so refreshing.
"That'd be great," you smile, your shoulders dropping as he takes your hand and lightly tugs you in the direction of your friend's house.
An hour later, you're both sipping boba in a small café when you get a text from 'Jessica Work'. You swallow the lump in your throat and try to enjoy the rest of your drink, forcing yourself to laugh at Mbappé's jokes that you don't really hear thanks to the rush of blood to your brain.
That night, when you're alone in your apartment, you open the message. Ready to explain away the amount of time you took to respond, you're instead left staring at your phone, slackjawed and speechless. No, no, fuck, no. This can't be happening.
5 new messages from Jessica Work
-H-Hey Y/N, I-Ive been thinking a lot lately..
-About us and what U mean to me...
-I dont want this to be a casual thing. I-I wanna be ur boyfriend qwq
-& if you dont feel the same just ignore this I guess
Despite your stomach dropping to the point where you feel like it might not even be in your body anymore, you begin to type a response with shaky fingers.
You: -i need some time to think
You: -and i also think there's something you should know before you decide i'm the kind of person you wanna date
Jessica Work: Alright, Y/N-san... meet me at the water fountain. We can talk there :3
"Shit," you say aloud, thanking your lucky stars that Mbappé's not around to hear you this time.
Twenty minutes later, you're at the designated water fountain, in the park where you and Haaland first met. It's quite a romantic meeting spot, actually. The thought makes you sick.
"Y/N-san!" Haaland gleefully runs to you, though if you didn't know any better you'd think he was going to kill you. His demeanour is slightly off-putting. "Aren't you getting sick of Paris and its awful weather? You should come back to Norway with me. The weather's even worse there~"
"Haaland, I have a boyfriend," you say with your eyes shut tight, anticipating the reproaches about to be thrown in your face.
"Oh, shit," Haaland says, not skipping a beat. "Is he fine?"
"Huh? I mean, yeah. Do you think I'd date him if he wasn't?"
"Heh!" His eyes sparkle with mischief. "I like to say it's what's on the inside that counts~♡"
"Sure."
"Either way, I bet he doesn't have a viking boat that he could show you the coast of Norway in, right? Or a really cool hammer? Or viking DNA?"
You groan. "Haaland, come on. You need to be serious. What I'm telling you is that I've been cheating on my boyfriend with you! Does that not make you second-guess how well you know me?"
"I kind of knew. You can't keep secrets from me, Y/N~"
You sink down along the side of the fountain onto the floor. "So you think I should break up with him?"
Haaland thinks for a moment. "I think you should come to Norway with me and decide then. Let me show you the life you could have, and if you prefer the life you have with him already, just go home. You can tell him you're going with your friends."
You bite your tongue and nod.