CanEm One-Shots (English)

Jealous Can

Plot: Can gets jealous when he realises that Sinan and Sanem are spending the weekend together.

Sanem wasn't stupid. Her humour was whimsical, and she had a knack for getting herself in trouble, but she wasn't stupid. In fact, she was well aware that her interactions with Sinan bothered Can. And she was kind of happy about it ... in some perverse way, it meant that he cared.

Can's jealousy had started that day when she and Sinan had reunited after all those years. In all honesty, she hadn't even realised it was him as she strolled through the monotony that could sometimes be her job. She'd been paying so much attention to the papers in her hand that she hadn't even recognised the man who had been staring at her. In the office, the stares usually came from Can. But this one felt different and when he called her name in a voice that she was familiar with, it all came rushing back.

Sinan hadn't changed much over the years. He was still that little bit taller than her, still that mysterious face with a head of curly dark curls. He was a blast from the past and it was nice for Sanem to reminisce back on a time that wasn't plagued with Divit family politics and the enigma that had become her relationship with Can. However, there was also a little sense of satisfaction that bubbled within Sanem as she realised that Can was bothered by her relationship with Sinan.

Their relationship was purely platonic, but after having dealt with Polen, Gamze and now Cayde, Sanem's patience was beginning to wear thin. Cayde bothered her, more than she cared to admit, and the fact that she clung to Can like a magnet was not helping keep Sanem's jealousy at bay. So, it felt nice, in some weird way, that Can felt somewhat like she did.

"Give him space." Osman had sat down with Sanem for the umpteenth time to offer up some friendly advice about her messy relationship with Can. He and Ayhan were the people that Sanem openly confided in and as per usual, she had expressed how disturbed she was by Cayde's ongoing persistence with Can. "Turkish men are like that. He sees you everyday and he sees her every day; he's got no reason to complain. But if you're not in front of him, he's wondering what you're up to, thinking about you-"

When Osman had given Sanem this particular piece of advice, she had turned him down immediately. She didn't want to think of creating even more space between her and Can. Plus, the thought of leaving Can and Cayde up to their own devices didn't sit right with her. Cayde was a leech who was not scared to go after what she wanted and what she wanted right now was Can.

But apparently, Osman – for once! – made some sort of sense. Because as Can woke up for the gym on Saturday morning and then made his way home, all he could think of was Sanem ... and him, of Sinan. As soon as the clocks struck five on Friday evening and staff were leaving, Can had overheard the office gossip, Guliz, talk about how Sanem and Sinan had plans to play some football over the weekend. The news had made Can halt his steps. The thought of the two of them spending intimate time together made Can's blood boil and despite his head telling him that he was being silly, Can drove to Sanem's neighbourhood with his heart.

And he was glad he did. On the way into Sanem's small neighbourhood, Can drove by a little grass patch only to find Sanem running around in those god damned red shorts. Her beautiful face was illuminated in a smile and her brown hair bounced around as she ran after a ball that was being controlled by a sweaty and shirtless Sinan.

"Sanem!" As quickly as Can had gotten to the little soccer field, he was quick to jump out of the car and steal his beloved's attention. Sanem's mouth, the one he was unexplainably drawn to, dropped comically and Can withheld his urge to burst into a grin.

"C-C-Can-" Sanem stuttered before realising she was in the presence of somebody else who worked at the office and as a reflex, she corrected herself quickly. "Mr. Can, what are you doing here?"

"Pardon, my brother." Can slapped the back of Sinan a little too forcefully on purpose. "Sanem, can I talk to you for a second?"

"I'm a little busy, Mr. Can-"

"It's work related." Can tried to smile through his annoyance, his hands itching to pull Sanem away from a shirtless Sinan who just couldn't keep his eyes off her. He didn't care if he was Sanem's childhood friend, Can didn't like him.

"And it's Saturday-"

"It's okay, Sanem, you go." Sinan placed a hand against Sanem's shoulder, his thumb gently stroking her exposed skin. "I'll see you at the house for dinner, okay? I've missed your mum's cooking."

"Dinner? Dinner!" Can muttered under his breathe in disbelief. He thought Ms. Mevkebe only enjoyed cooking for him and it stung a little that another man other than him had shared her giving hand. "Sanem, let's go, I need to ... I need to talk about-"

"Talk about what Mr. Can?"

"About how beautiful you look." Can couldn't stop himself from letting the comment slip from his lips as soon as they were away from Sinan.

"What?" After trying to keep up with his long strides, Can's comment made Sanem freeze.

"Sanem?"

"What?"

"I don't want to be just your special friend anymore."

"What?"