He pulled up in front of her apartment.
The engine went quiet, headlights dimming slowly.
Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt, her fingers moving slower than usual.
She didn't say much—just gave a soft, tired "Thanks," and stepped out.
Her feet were heavy as she walked toward the building, bag slung over one shoulder.
Rabin watched her from behind the windshield.
One step.
Then another.
No turning back.
No wave.
Just her figure disappearing under the flickering porch light.
She was inside now.
But he didn't drive off.
He just sat there, still.
Then—
He leaned back in his seat, head resting against the headrest, eyes fluttering shut.
The world outside the car was quiet, but his mind wasn't.
Thoughts rolled around, heavy and unformed.
What is this?
Why did it hurt to watch her walk away like that?He clenched his jaw slightly, fingers tapping the steering wheel.
there were too many things he wanted to do
but all he could do…
Thinking about a thousand things—
And still not sure which one of them he was allowed to say.
Its 2 A.M. when Rabin finally opened his eyes and glanced at the time.
He sighed, fingers brushing over the ignition.
Time to go.
But just as he reached for the key—
Movement.
Someone passed by the front of his car.
Quick. Quiet. A figure in the shadows.
His hand froze.
He didn't turn on the engine.
Didn't move.
Just sat there, watching.
The figure didn't notice him.
He kept walking… slowly, almost deliberately… toward the old two-storey house.
Toward her apartment.
Rabin's eyes narrowed.
There was no security guard.
No main gate.
Just rusted railings, old wooden stairs, a flickering porch bulb, and a thin metal door that didn't look like it could protect anyone.
His chest tightened.
The figure reached the base of her staircase.
Paused.
Then looked up… straight for her window.
Rabin's fingers clenched around the steering wheel.
He didn't know who it was.
Couldn't see their face from this angle.
But something about the way they moved—
Too slow. Too quiet. Too… intentional.
He didn't care if it was paranoia.
He couldn't just sit there.
Y/n pov
I had just stepped out of the shower, hair damp and sticking to my skin.
Changed into my worn-out pajama shirt—Grandma's old gift—and finally let myself sink onto the bed.
The apartment felt colder than usual because its already December
I reached for my phone to set an alarm but before I could, it rang.
Rabin.
I hesitated for a second before picking up.
Rabin:
"Still awake?"
His voice was low. Familiar.
A little too casual for 2 A.M.
Y/N:
"Why? You need something?"
Rabin:
"Yeah. I need something."
A pause.
"So… can I come up?"
I blinked.
Y/N:
"Huh? You're still here? Not leaving yet??"
He didn't sound tired. He didn't even sound like someone who meant to go anywhere at all.
Rabin:
"I left."
Another pause.
"But I turned back. Forgot something."
I raised an eyebrow even though he couldn't see it.
Y/N:
"Forgot what? You forgot your sipper again?"
Rabin:
"This time…"
His voice dipped.
Rabin:
"…it's not something I can carry in my hand."
Rabin pov:
My blood ran cold.
I narrowed my eyes, knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
You picked the wrong apartment, idiot.
I started the engine—
Let it growl to life.
Loud.
Sharp.
A warning.
The guy flinched. His whole body jerked like he got caught red-handed.
And just like that, he turned and walked away.
Coward.
But my foot stayed off the gas.
How the hell am I supposed to drive away after seeing that?
I shut the engine back off and stepped out.
Took the stairs two at a time.
Every part of me wanted to drag him back and get answers. But right now?
I reached her door and knocked.
Firm, not frantic…I could still hear her voice in my head from earlier—"I'm not coming up today."
Yeah. Well…
Plans change.
Im taking back you with me ..
Author's POV
The door creaked open slowly.
Y/N stood there, hair still damp, oversized pajama shirt hanging off one shoulder, curiosity etched all over her tired face.
Rabin:
"Can I come in?"
She didn't answer with words.
She just turned around and walked back inside.
That was a yes, right?
He let himself smile a little as he stepped in and quietly shut the door behind him.
She sank back onto the edge of her bed, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.
Y/N:
"So… what do you need again?"
He didn't hesitate this time.
His voice came out low, but clear—
Rabin:
"You. I need you."
She blinked.
Y/N:
"What are you talking about?"
He glanced toward her window briefly, then back at her.
Rabin:
"This neighbor of yours is something else…"
"Leave with me."
That caught her off guard.
Y/N:
"How come my neighbor's suddenly 'something'?"
Rabin (serious now):
"I saw someone. Looking at your window. From downstairs."
She stared at him, eyes slowly narrowing again.
Y/N:
"Don't lie, Rabin. I'm tired."
He stepped closer, the tension in his jaw betraying just how serious this was.
Rabin:
"Y/N, you can argue with me whenever you want—wherever you want."
"But tonight, I'm not leaving you here."
His voice dropped even lower, like steel.
Rabin:
"Either you come with me…"
"…or I stay here."
Y/N:
"Whaaat???"
Her voice cracked halfway between disbelief and frustration.
She didn't know whether to be annoyed, moved, or both.
Y/N's POV
Y/N:
"I'm not going anywhere."
Rabin:
"Then I'm not leaving either."
UGH. Seriously?
Y/N:
"Tch—you are so annoying, Rabin!!"
I rolled my eyes and turned around.
And just when I thought it was over—
Rabin:
"Come with me or else… I'll kidnap you in bridal style."
I stopped in my tracks.
Did he just—
Oh he really said that.
Y/N:
"As you want!"
Whatever. Let him play his fantasy alone.
I glanced at my phone.
2:15 A.M.
I turned and walked toward my bedroom, leaving him behind in the living room. I didn't even bother to close the door properly. If he wanted to stand there like a stubborn statue, fine.
But then—
SUDDENLY I'M FLYING.
WTF??!
No, like actually—flying.
I let out a full-volume shriek as my body was suddenly off the floor, slung over his shoulder like I was some sack of potatoes from the farmer's market.
Y/N:
"WHAT THE HELL, RABIN?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? PUT ME DOWN!!"
I smacked his back with my fists.
He didn't even flinch.
Rabin (calmly):
"You said, 'as you want.' I'm just fulfilling your wish."
Y/N:
"I meant emotionally not—WTF—physically!!!!"
He was walking toward the door. Actually walking. With me. Like I weighed nothing.
I swear if my neighbors peeked through their windows right now…
Death. My death. Immediate.
He walked down the stairs like he was holding a gym bag, not a fully living, flailing human being.
Me.
I swear to God I was kicking, wriggling, and slapping his back, but Rabin?
Completely unbothered.
Like I was a feather. A slightly loud, protesting feather.
Y/N:
"Rabin, I'm serious—put me down!!"
Still no response.
The stairwell echoed with his calm footsteps and my dramatic screeches.
And then I snapped—
Y/N:
"IF YOU DON'T WANT TOMORROW'S HEADLINE TO BE: 'Nation's Boyfie Kidnaps Assistant at 2:15 A.M.'—PUT. ME. DOWN!"
He stopped.
Paused.
Turned his head slightly like he was considering it.
Rabin (dead serious):
"Sounds like free PR."
Y/N:
"I will end you. I swear. Rabin. Han."
He chuckled—ACTUALLY LAUGHED—then finally, finally lowered me down.
Gently. Like nothing ever happened.
I adjusted my shirt, slapped my hair back into place, and glared at him like I was about to call the police on my own employer.
He just looked at me with that stupid smug half-smile.
Rabin:
"Better now?"
Y/N:
"I hate you."
Rabin:
"Cool. Get in the car."
Nothing to argue now.
Damn it.
I'm inside his car. Again.
Strapped in like a hostage. Again.
This time? Not even by choice.
I didn't walk in. I was carried in. Like a bag of rice.
I crossed my arms, huffed, and stared out the window like a rebellious teen grounded for breathing.
Y/N:
"Hey…"
Rabin (still driving):
"Hmm?"
Y/N (quieter):
"Why didn't you leave earlier?"
Rabin:
"I saw a guy."
"Walking toward your building… but then he stopped and stared at your window."
My heart paused for a second.
I slowly turned to look at him, searching his face. No sarcasm. No smug grin. Just calm truth.
Y/N:
"So you're not lying?"
He kept his eyes on the road, jaw tense but voice steady.
Rabin:
"Why should I lie?"
I didn't have an answer.
I stayed quiet.
Turned my eyes back to the window, but this time, I wasn't just looking—I was thinking.
He could've left.
Could've brushed it off.
Could've messaged "be careful" and driven away.
But he didn't.
He came back.
He knocked.
He carried me out like he'd already decided—he's not letting me stay there.
And now?
We were driving through empty roads in the middle of the night.
Because he cared.
And I didn't know how to say thank you without it sounding… weak.
So I said nothing.
But maybe silence, for once, said enough.
I was still stuck thinking about what he said, about that guy watching my window, about everything that just happened when suddenly—
Oh. My. God.
My eyes widened.
My brain short-circuited.
I slowly looked down at myself.
Im in my pajama ,Fluffy sandals and
No…!!!!!!
OH MY GOD.
I slapped my hand over my face.
Y/N (internally):
"I didn't even wear a bra. I was about to SLEEP. This man just kidnapped me braless."
I turned my head slowly, trying not to make a sound, hoping Rabin didn't notice the absolute inner chaos spiraling inside me.
Too late.
Rabin:
"You okay?"
NO I AM NOT.
Y/N:
"Yeah. Just… remembered something stupid."
He glanced at me. Just once. A suspicious look. I adjusted my seatbelt and folded my arms tighter over my chest.
Y/N (thinking):
"This is fine. This is completely fine. I'm just a walking pajama disaster. National scandal loading…"
Y/N:
"If paparazzi appear out of nowhere I'm suing someone."
Rabin (teasing):
"You sure you didn't forget anything important?"
I side-eyed him HARD.
Y/N:
"Shut up."
He laughed softly.
And somehow…I still didn't want to be anywhere else.
And a mental breakdown loading at 78%.
But then my brain decided to betray me just a little more.
Wait.
Wait.
Waaaait.
He carried me.
Over his freaking shoulder.
And during that time… my pajama shirt was just… doing its thing.
No support system.
No protective layering.
Just air, gravity, and doom.
Y/N (internally screaming):
"OH MY GOD. Did he FEEL it?! DID HE KNOW?!"
"He lifted me. His arm was RIGHT there. I swear if that man so much as BREATHE differently—"
I swallowed hard, eyes darting to the side.
He was just driving. Calmly. Silently.
Like he didn't just commit softcore kidnapping AND possible boob contact.
I wanted to disappear into the seat.
OH MY GOD NO I'M GETTING OUT I'M LEAPING OUT OF THE MOVING CAR RIGHT NOW
I turned away and buried my face in my hands.
Y/N (thinking):
"He definitely knows. I'm never living this down. Ever."