Y/N:
"I'm tired… Rab…"
She whispered it between their kisses, her voice a delicate breath against his lips.
Her hands were still resting on his chest, her eyes half-lidded with sleep tugging at her.
Rabin paused.
Just for a second.
And then, without a word—
He slipped his arms beneath her.
She gasped softly in surprise as he lifted her from the couch.
Bridal style.
Warm. Secure.
She rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers curling into his hoodie.
No protests.
No teasing remarks.
Just silence…
And the sound of his footsteps as he carried her through the dim hallway.
He entered her room—still familiar, still hers—and laid her down carefully on the bed.
The sheets were cool.
The room smelled faintly of lavender and ginger tea.
He tucked the blanket around her, pulling it gently to her chin like she was something fragile.
Then he sat at the edge of the bed, brushing the hair from her forehead.
Rabin (softly):
"Sleep well, Y/N." kissed her forehead
He watched her eyes flutter closed, her breathing slow and steady.
He didn't move.
Not for a long while.
Because even in silence, even in sleep—
She was the only thing that ever truly quieted his storm.
Y/N's POV
I blinked my eyes open.
familiar ceiling.
Familiar scent.
My mind took a moment to load—
Then it hit.
Last night.
The kisses.
The confession.
The couch.
THE DAMN COUCH.
I shot up, blanket still tangled around me, hair probably resembling a fried mop.
"WHAT have we DONE??!"
I covered my face with both hands, groaning into my palms.
"Damn it, Rabin…" I whispered.
Not in anger.
In panic.
Flashes of him hovering over me. His hands brushing my cheek.
His voice.
"Stay with me."
"It hurts ..when you don't look at me."
I internally screamed.
Louder.
Then I flopped back down on the bed dramatically, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers.
"Okay. Think, Y/N. Maybe it was a dream."
But no.
My lips still remembered the weight of his.
And the worst part? I didn't regret it.
I just… didn't know what came next.
Do we talk about it? Pretend it never happened?
"Ughhh! I'm done. Too done."
I buried myself under the blanket again, contemplating if I could just live here forever.
Like, fully retire from society and avoid eye contact for eternity.
But then—
A knock at the door.
Rabin's voice, soft through the wood:
"Y/N? You awake…?"
My soul ascended.
I didn't answer the knock.
Maybe if I stay still enough, hold my breath, and channel my inner dead fish…
He'll leave.
But of course not.
Of course he doesn't.
I heard the soft click of the door opening, his quiet footsteps… and then the dip of the mattress as he sat down next to me.
I kept my eyes closed.
Unmoving.
A statue.
Maybe even an award-winning performance.
Then—
Rabin:
"Y/N…?"
His voice was so soft.
Too soft.
Dangerously soft.
I felt his hand gently brush my hair back.
Then his face lowered near mine, his breath warm against my cheek.
Rabin:
"Don't pretend."
I flinched.
Damn it.
My eyes flew open—caught.
Totally, completely, 1000% busted.
He was already staring at me. Smirking.
I could feel my soul shrinking into the mattress.
Y/N:
"I… I wasn't pretending."
Rabin:
"Mhm. So you sleep with your brows furrowed and your lips twitching?"
I groaned, pulling the blanket up to my face like it was a shield.
Y/N:
"Just delete me from the universe please."
He chuckled. Low. Deep. Warm.
And the worst part?
I still liked the sound of it.
Y/N's POV
I was still processing the fact that I got caught fake-sleeping when the next thing happened.
He slid into the blanket.
Like—
He just tucked himself in beside me. No shame. No hesitation.
Rabin. Freaking. Angeles.
Is inside. My. Blanket.
My soul left my body.
I stared at him wide-eyed, fully frozen, not even breathing.
Rabin (with the most sinful smirk ever):
"Hey babe… I'm hungry."
"Shall I have you for breakfast?"
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.
Y/N:
"What the f**, Rabin!?"*
I slapped his arm with the pillow, fully scandalized and 200% flustered.
He just laughed and scooted closer, like I didn't just combust from embarrassment.
Rabin (pouting dramatically):
"You kissed me yesterday. Take responsibility, babe."
My jaw dropped.
Y/N:
"YOU kissed Raya too yesterday!"
I stared at him accusingly, arms crossed under the blanket.
His pout got even deeper.
Like an actual sad puppy.
Rabin:
"But I only want you."
He said it so casually.
Like it wasn't completely ruining me inside.
Like it wasn't short-circuiting every logical part of my brain.
I rolled to the other side, pulling the blanket over my head.
Y/N:
"I can't deal with you right now."
Rabin (whining):
"But I'm still hungry, babe!"
Y/N (muffled):
"Go eat toast and regret."
"Y/N babe is too scary…" He mumbled into my shoulder like a grumpy child, arms still wrapped tightly around me.
I rolled my eyes—
as if I was going to let that flirty man-baby get away with anything this early.
I pushed the blanket off and tried to sit up.
But before I could move—
He hugged me tighter.
Like really tight.
Like "if I let go, you might disappear" tight.
And then—
In the softest, most normal voice I'd ever heard from him—
Rabin:
"Y/N… some more minutes."
"I just want to be with you… please… some more minutes."
I froze.
Completely.
It wasn't playful, dramatic or flirtatious.
It was real.
Like he didn't want to lose whatever this fragile thing between us was.
I slowly relaxed in his arms.
My heartbeat… suddenly louder.
I didn't move an inch.
Not even a twitch.
My body?
Straight as a board.
Stiff like a mummy statue in a history museum.
What the actual hell is happening??
Rabin. Freaking. Angeles.
Was hugging me like I was his emotional support plushie.
And the worst part?
His stupid soft hair brushed against the crook of my neck.
Like some kind of fluffy puppy doing slow-motion head rubs.
And there I was—
Mentally SCREAMING while physically paralyzed.
Damn it, Y/N.
You're describing him like a PUPPY now??
What's next, calling his snoring cute?!
Thinking his bed smells like warmth and heartbreak??
NO. GET IT TOGETHER.
I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound while my brain ran laps around my common sense.
My phone blared out of nowhere like it was summoned to destroy me.
I jumped a little and immediately grabbed it, still lying stiff like a cursed statue.
Slid to answer. Tried to sound normal.
Manager:
"Come early to the agency. There are some changes in Rabin's schedule."
Y/N:
"Again him?"
I winced the second the words left my mouth.
Manager:
"What happened to him?"
Y/N:
"Ahh nothing! I'm… just thinking about something."
Manager (dryly):
"Get yourself together, Y/N. This isn't the time for daydreaming."
Y/N:
"I'm coming right now."
I hung up quickly—hoping to erase my own existence. But no.
Because the second that call ended…
I felt it.
Those eyes.
That intense Rabin stare. The one he uses when he knows he just caught you red-handed.
I didn't even look.
I didn't have to.
I already knew.
Rabin:
"So…"
"What were you thinking about me, huh?"
Y/N:
"W-What?! I wasn't thinking about anything!"
His voice dropped lower.
Smirky. Deadly.
Rabin:
"Tch, Y/N… tch…"
"I heard it all."
I rolled over, grabbing the pillow to hide my face.
Y/N:
"SO WHAT!!!!"
Rabin (laughing):
"So you admit it?"
I peeked out from under the pillow.
Y/N:
"You're impossible."
Rabin:
"And you're adorable when you're flustered."
Y/N shot up from the bed like it was on fire.
Blanket flying. Hair wild. Soul screaming.
Rabin (lazily):
"Where are you going?"
Y/N didn't even look at him. She grabbed her phone, mumbled furiously—
Y/N:
"You said you heard it all, huh??!"
Rabin:
"So what's up with my schedule?"
Y/N (turning around briefly):
"YOU and your DAMN schedule are annoying!"
He smirked.
No, worse—
He full-on grinned like a wolf who just found his favorite chew toy.
Rabin (teasingly):
"Ohh… so it's about me only."
"Well then, me and my schedule—we're not leaving you no matter how hard you try."
She didn't say a word.
Just turned around and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her like she needed holy water and a time machine.
Inside, she stared at her reflection.
Hair messy. Lips swollen from last night.
Eyes?
Still stuck on him.
Y/N (to herself):
"I'm so done. So. Freaking. Done."