Regrets (Jennie X Y/n)

Chapter 20

JENNIE POV:

Italy really is the best place to be with someone you love. It's been five days since everyone else left, and I can't even begin to describe how amazing it's been with Y/n by my side. Those five days have been filled with laughter, peace, and moments where everything just felt... right.

She's been so good to me, especially when I wasn't feeling well because of my period. She took care of me without a second thought, making sure I felt comfortable and loved. She always knows how to make me feel better, even when I can't quite figure out what's wrong myself.

But despite all that, I can't help but feel guilty. I've rejected her twice now, and no matter what I do, I can't shake the feeling that I'm failing her in some way. She gives so much, and I haven't been able to give her what she deserves in return. It's eating away at me.

Seeing the look on Y/n's face when I reject her... it breaks my heart every time. I don't want to hurt her, but I'm terrified. I feel ready, but at the same time, fear takes over. Insecurities wash over me like a wave I can't stop. What if she realizes that I'm better off as just a friend? What if, after I give myself to her, she doesn't like me anymore? These thoughts mess with my head, making me pull back even though I don't want to.

It's killing me. That's why tonight's dinner is so important. It's my way of showing her that I'm still here, that I want to be with her. I just need to get past my own doubts.

"Baby, I'm going to take this call, and then we can go," Y/n said, holding up her phone. I simply nodded, giving her a soft smile. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing outside. I couldn't help but let my eyes trail after her, checking her out as she walked away. She was rocking that unbuttoned white polo, paired with baggy white pants that hung just right and matched perfectly with her shoes.

Through the window, I could hear her talking to her manager, her voice calm but focused. It made me smile. Even with her stressful career, she still manages to juggle everything—her work, me, and her little sister. And honestly, I've never been more proud of her. Watching her handle it all with such grace and strength, it reminds me just how lucky I am to have her in my life.

As Y/n continued her conversation, I leaned back in my seat, taking a moment to admire her from afar. The way she was so in control of everything, balancing her career and personal life, was something that always amazed me. She was strong, steady, and had this effortless way of handling stress. I couldn't help but feel proud—and maybe a little bit in awe.

I could see her pacing outside, her free hand gesturing as she spoke, no doubt working through some important detail. It made me think about how much she had on her plate. Yet, somehow, she always found time for me, for us, and for her sister.

The thought brought a soft smile to my face. I didn't say it enough, but she really was incredible. She never made me feel like I was too much, or that her life was too busy for us. And that made me love her even more.

When she finally ended the call and turned back to me, she flashed that signature smile of hers—warm and full of life. My heart did a little flip, as it always did when she looked at me like that.

"All done," she said, walking back toward me. "Ready to go?"

"Always," I replied, standing up to meet her.

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The restaurant we picked was perched right on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the Italian coast. The night sky stretched out endlessly, the stars twinkling against the velvet black as the sea reflected their light. The view was breathtaking—soft waves crashing gently against the shore, the faint sound of music playing in the distance. The warm glow of candles on our table flickered softly in the breeze, creating an intimate atmosphere that was almost magical.