Kim's POV
"Are you good?" Y/n asked me.
"I feel like shit," I replied.
"Yeah, no surprise there. I didn't know you were a lightweight," he teased.
"I'm not," I groaned into the pillow, still in bed at 8 a.m. Naked.
We hadn't slept together. I would've felt something if we had. I might not remember everything since I was drunk, but I would've recalled some bits.
"I made you breakfast, got you some Advil, and some of that charcoal tea you like," Y/n said.
"Thank you, baby," I said, turning to lie on my back. He sat by my side, placing the tray of food on the bedside table. Y/n was the sweetest thing ever. I couldn't recall Kanye ever doing something like this for me. These small gestures were rare from him, making me appreciate Y/n even more.
"That's alright, you'll need the Advil for the day you're about to have," Y/n chuckled.
"God, did I do something stupid?" I worriedly asked.
"Oh no, us going out yesterday sparked some news. Your family has been blowing up your phone since 4 a.m.," he explained.
"Fuck," I sighed.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it too much. It's not too major. It's just speculations, and there's no proof of anything going on between us," he reassured me.
"I guess... what did your parents say?" I inquired.
"I got an earful from my mom about it, and my dad was neutral. I'm going to see him before my meeting with Travis and Nike today," Y/n replied.
"That's today?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, I should get ready. Eat your food and take the medication," Y/n advised.
"Okay," I agreed.
He went into the ensuite to get ready, leaving me to sit up on the big bed alone. I grabbed my phone after taking a sip from the tea.
Sure enough, I had missed calls from various people - my family, friends, social media notifications, and all that. One message stood out - it was from Kanye.
Kanye
We need to talk.
Fuck.
......
I was currently with my team, going through some SKIMS work. The glances and nudges they were giving each other were a dead giveaway that they wanted to talk about what was happening.
"Yes, we're together," I finally admitted.
"I knew it!" Steph exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, it's not a-" I tried to downplay.
"Do not say it's not a big deal! When was this? Details, we need details!" Tracy eagerly interrupted.
"Honestly, I knew from the beginning. The faded marks I had to cover were definitely hickies, and they definitely weren't from Kanye," Mario chimed in.
"Okay, it's not an official thing, okay? So no one says a word about it," I warned them.
"Does your family know?" Steph inquired.
"The family knows, his family knows, and now you guys know," I confessed.
"I can't believe you're fucking Beyoncé's son," Tracy said in disbelief.
"Oh, how I wish I was," I groaned. Yeah, the whole no-sex thing was getting to me too, especially after what happened yesterday in the shower. My body still tingled, just thinking about it.
