Author's POV
Rabin pulled into the studio parking lot, the low hum of his Porsche engine cutting through the quiet evening.
He slipped the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head, stepping out of the car.
Faded, loose denim hung effortlessly from his waist — the kind that made him look like a walking threat. Calm on the surface, chaos underneath.
He strolled toward the entrance.
"Hello, Mr. Angeles," the receptionist greeted him, blinking in surprise. "Do you have a shoot scheduled today?"
Rabin offered her a small smile. "Hello po. No shoot—just picking someone up."
"Oh," she said, slightly flustered, watching as he walked casually down the hallway that led to the studio sets.
Inside, a few heads turned.
Girl 1: "Who the hell is he here to pick up?"
Girl 2: "Today's photographer is a girl… Miss Hana, I think?"
Girl 3: "But what if it's not her… what if it's someone else?"
They kept whispering. Rabin didn't care. He wasn't here to explain himself — he was here for her.
He leaned casually against the doorframe, his shoulder resting there as if he belonged—watching her.
Y/N stood behind the monitor, fully focused. She was watching him—no, not Rabin—but Frost, who was posing under the lights. She spoke briefly with the photographer, then looked back at the screen, lips tight in concentration.
Rabin tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Ah… so this is how you always watched me from behind."
He exhaled quietly.
"Guess it's my turn now… to look at you from behind."
And for the first time, he understood what it felt like to admire someone silently from the shadows—eyes filled with something he couldn't even put into words.
Y/N's POV
"Lastly—clap clap clap! Wrap up! Good work, everyone!"
The DOP's voice echoed across the set. Relief washed over me.
Frost came to me with a wide grin, ruffling my hair like I was some junior trainee.
"Thanks a lot for helping me today."
I gave him a playful glare. "I'm not a kid, you know!"
He just laughed.
I turned around—and my heart dropped.
A familiar figure… tall, dark hoodie, confident walk.
Rabin?! What the hell is he doing here?!
He slowly walked toward me, eyes on mine. A soft smile curved on his lips.
My chest tightened.
But then—he passed me.
Just like that.
He walked past me.
I blinked, turning around immediately.
Where is he going?
Then I saw him greet Miss Hana politely… and finally stop in front of Frost.
"Yoh," Frost greeted him. "What are you doing here?"
Rabin smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"Just checking on you."
Frost: "Seriously?? Tch."
Rabin leaned in closer to him, whispering something I couldn't catch.
Frost's expression didn't change much, just narrowed eyes and a huff.
Then Rabin turned and walked straight toward me.
"Let's go," he said, grabbing my wrist without hesitation.
"Rabin—what are you doing?" I whispered, glancing around.
He didn't answer. Just kept walking, pulling me with him.
"Rabin!" I hissed. "People are watching!"
He finally looked back at me with that infuriating calm smile.
"I'm just taking my assistant away."
The receptionist greeted him, then looked at me like she was watching a plot twist in a horror movie.
"See you next time, Mr. Angeles," she said.
He gave them a soft smile and walked past
And me? I was practically sprinting to keep up.
Damn these short legs—I'm running, and he's just casually walking.
We got into the car.
He didn't say a word—just hummed the engine and sped off.
"Hey, slow down!" I snapped, gripping the side.
No response.
I reached over and touched his thigh. "I said slow down."
And just like that… he actually slowed down.
I leaned back. "Why are you even here?"
"Can't I come?" he replied, eyes on the road.
"I'm just asking. You're acting like you're mad or something."
"I'm not."
He glanced at me. "I just came to pick up my girlfriend."
Shit. Right.
I'm his girlfriend.
I forgot…Or maybe I'm just… not used to it yet.
Y/n: "Oh…"
Rabin: "So… very friendly, huh?"
Shit.
He saw it.
He definitely saw Frost ruffle my hair.
I need to play it off. Pretend I don't know what he's talking about.
Y/n: "What are you talking about?"
Rabin: "Your high school sweetheart."
Y/n: laughs dryly "Sweetheart? Please. He's just a friend. That's all."
Rabin: "O."
One syllable. Flat tone.
But damn, it echoed louder than a whole argument.
I turn to him.
His eyes are still glued to the road. Not even a single glance at me.
I poke his arm gently.
Rabin: "What now?"
His voice low… hoarse… clearly holding something back.
Y/n: "Nothing."
I try to keep a straight face, but inside?
Damn.
My boyfriend is really cute when he's mad.
I don't know why… but my hand reaches up—almost on its own—and plays with the ends of his mullet.
Twisting, brushing it lightly.
He doesn't stop me.
Just drives. Still quiet.
But the tips of his ears are red.
Rabin: "What are you doing?"
Y/n: "Just… relieving your stress?"
I try to giggle it off—Hehehe…
SCREECH—!!
He suddenly hits the brake and pulls over at the side of the road.
My body jerks forward with the force, heart jumping out of my chest.
"What the hell?!" I thought he was mad—
But then he turns to me. Slowly.
Leaning in, dangerously close.
His voice drops, low and husky—
Rabin:
"Babe… don't turn me on like that."
His eyes smolder as he smirks.
"This is street. Wait for the room…"
He pulls me close and kisses me—deep and sudden.
My eyes widen.
We're on the street.
What if someone sees?
My mind flashes through headlines, paparazzi, fan pages—
"Rabin Angeles caught kissing?"
"Secret Relationship?"
I push him back gently, breath shaky.
Y/n:
"Wh-What are you doing.. th-there are so many eyes you don't even know about."
I glance around.
CCTV… passing cars… strangers.
"Let's be careful."
It came out awkward—too serious for a moment so intimate.
He tilts his head, watching me for a beat.
Rabin:
"So you're scared of the world seeing me love you?"
Y/n:
"No… I'm scared of the world ruining what we have."
He stays quiet… then reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers with a gentle squeeze.
Rabin:
"Then let's protect it together."
He starts the car again—this time, slower.
But his thumb never stops brushing against mine.
My hand rests with his—fingers tangled—right on his thigh.
Warmth spreads from that simple touch, too much for my chest to handle.
Damn… this is too romantic.
Neither of us speaks. The soft hum of the engine and city lights flashing past feel like the background of some indie love movie.
I glance at him… he's focused on the road, but there's a smirk tugging at his lips.
Rabin:
"You're blushing."
Y/n:
"No, I'm not."
Rabin:
"Then why is your hand shaking like a leaf?"
He chuckles, giving my hand a small squeeze.
"Want me to stop the car again?"
Y/n:
"NO!"
I hold his thigh tighter.
"Just drive."
Finally ..He laughs. That stupid, smug Rabin laugh that makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.
Author POV
They had forgotten the groceries—again. So, they pulled up at a nearby convenience store. This time, Rabin wore a mask and pulled his hood up, trying to stay low-key.
Y/N grabbed a basket and began tossing in the essentials—some instant noodles, eggs, sausages…
Suddenly—clank!—a few heavy cans dropped into her basket from the side.
She looked down.
"Beer?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rabin, already turning away casually, replied over his shoulder, "Tomorrow's my off day. I can chill once in a while, can't I?"
They stood side by side at the cashier, basket full and hands slightly brushing. The cashier, a young woman, glanced at Rabin with a squint of suspicion—his mask, hood, and quiet demeanor doing little to conceal his aura. There was something familiar about him.
Without a word, Rabin pulled out his black credit card and handed it over.
"Use this," he said casually.
Before Y/N could say anything, he was already walking away, disappearing through the automatic doors and heading straight for the car.
The cashier blinked, confused for a moment, then processed the payment.
Y/N sighed, watching his retreating back. "Such a drama king," she mumbled under her breath, but her lips curved into a soft smile.
Y/N walked toward the car, slightly hunched under the weight of the bag filled with edible items
As she reached the passenger side, she threw the bag into the seat and finally plopped down beside him, letting out a breath.
"Why are you running away like that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rabin didn't even look at her. He buckled his seatbelt, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Didn't you see how that cashier was looking at me?" he said with a straight face. "Aren't you the least bit jealous your boyfriend just got eye-checked like that?"
Y/N scoffed, tossing her hair to the side. "Such a drama queen, not a king."
Rabin turned his head slowly, one brow arched high, lips twitching.
"Queen?" he echoed in disbelief.
She smiled innocently. "You act like one."
He leaned closer, voice dangerously low, "Wanna see how your drama queen becomes a king in the bedroom?"
Y/N grabbed a sausage from the bag and smacked his arm.
"Drive," she muttered, cheeks turning pink.
They pulled into the garage, the engine humming low before falling silent. As soon as Y/N reached for the door handle, Rabin was already out of the driver's seat. He rushed to her side, opening the door for her with a smug smile.
casually slipping the heavy bag from her hands. "Do I look like the kind of boyfriend who'd let his girl carry this?"
She blinked, surprised but amused.
"Since when did Rabin Angeles turn into Mr. Gentleman?"
Rabin shrugged, walking ahead with the groceries. "Since I saw you almost fall back carrying those six cans of beer I picked."
She didn't say anything else and quietly followed him inside, her steps light but her gaze lingering on his back.
Rabin unlocked the door and stepped in first, placing the bag on the kitchen counter. He looked over his shoulder when he noticed her still standing by the door.
"Why are you staring like that?" he asked with a half-smile, tilting his head.
Y/N looked away, stepping in and closing the door behind her. "Nothing. Just… tired."
He didn't question her further. Instead, he opened the bag and began taking out the groceries one by one — noodles, eggs, sausage, and the beer he confidently tossed in earlier.
"You go shower first," he said, arranging everything into the fridge. "I'll handle this."
Y/N paused by the hallway, looking back at him once. "Don't drink all the beer before I come out."
Rabin chuckled softly. "Wouldn't dare."
And with that, she disappeared into the bedroom, her heart weirdly full… and just a little afraid of what that meant.