CanEm One-Shots (English)

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Plot: Sanem falls ill after her and Can have been locked in a freezer room by their friends.

Sanem wanted to throttle CeyCey and Ayhan and their little team of cupids – Deren, Leyla, Emre and Guliz. After being locked in a cooler room with Can for hours on end, the chilly iciness still hadn't left her. Her teeth were desperately chattering, and goose bumps adorned every inch of her tightly wrapped up skin.

She probably would have felt better if things between her and Can had been resolved but unfortunately, it had not. In fact, things were probably worse now than ever before.

Can was a pride-filled man and his confusion about their relationship was evident. He was behaving like a teenage boy who wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He was possessive and desperate to keep Sanem at the agency and consequently, away from Yigit. He hadn't been shy in sharing his dislike for Yigit and his clear attraction towards Sanem. However, he also wasn't eagerly ready to admit that he wanted Sanem back. Yes, he'd hugged her as they both shivered and yes, he'd given her his coat when things took a turn for a worst in the freezer but as soon as they were out, he was storming away from her with a nonchalance that hurt. He'd left her cold and alone with anger consuming him and Sanem knew then that distance was what they needed.

Their relationship was no longer a healthy one and she needed sometime away. Can needed to reflect on his decisions without running away and she needed to stop chasing him. If it was meant to be ...

But that, of course, was easier said then done.

When Sanem awoke the next morning, sweating profusely whilst simultaneously freezing, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. She remembered that first night where she'd confessed her feelings to Can at his house. The sprinklers had showered them with cold water and yet it hadn't mattered. Her insides were heated by Can's proximity and the feeling of his lips against hers that was all she wanted, what she desired.

But following her alarm going off, Sanem found her body incapable of getting out of bed. Her bones felt weak and it was as if a snowy chill was following her everywhere. Despite the sun shining profoundly on the other side of her curtains, Sanem felt as if winter had fallen on her at its prime.

"Sanem, we need to get to work, hurry!" Leyla absentmindedly waltzed into the room, nabbing at a bottle of perfume. She was a bundle of energy in the mornings and all Sanem could do was cough in resistance to her sister's words. "Sanem?"

"No ..." Cough. "Wor-" Cough. "No work." Sneeze. "No work today." Cough.

"Aw, Ablacim." Leyla took a seat next to her sister and placed a hand to her forehead before snatching it away suddenly. "God, Sanem, you're burning up! You're definitely staying home today, I'll tell Mr. Emre you're sick. Do you want me to stay with you?"

"Thank you." Sanem shook her head no before turning around and pulling the blanket right up to her chin. She snuggled into herself before letting sleep blissfully envelope her.

And whilst she let consume her, Can was letting work consume him.

He was using work as a pretence to not think about his feelings and up until this point, it had been working. He kept telling himself that if he thought about work, he didn't have to think about Fabri and Sanem and Sanem's lying ... Sanem was absent from all of his thoughts as he drowned himself in paper work but as he glanced over at the clock and realised it was midday, he began to notice Sanem's absence in the real world. She hadn't brought him his tea and he hadn't seen her curiously pry through his door. It was all so unlike her.

"CeyCey," Can headed towards the rest of the office and beckoned Sanem's partner-in-crime over. "Where is Sanem?"

"I don't know, Mr. Can." CeyCey shrugged with an element of smugness to him. After hearing about Can and Sanem's breakup, he had been outraged and it was nice to see that his plan to lock them up together had melted some of the ice – no pun intended – between them.