The air in the agency office felt colder than usual. Papers rustled gently on the manager's desk, but the silence between them was heavier.
Manager: (sighing softly)
"I'm not telling you to quit the job… I'm just replacing you. Are you really sure, Y/N?"
Y/N stood tall, even if her heart trembled a little.
She nodded, her voice calm but respectful.
Y/N:
"Yes. I'm sure. Thank you… for caring for me all these years. For believing in me—even when I didn't."
She placed the crisp white envelope on the desk. Her resignation letter.
The manager took it slowly, watching her with a look that was somewhere between concern and pride.
Manager:
"You've always had potential beyond what this role allowed… I hope you find the stage you deserve."
Y/N smiled—a small, bittersweet curve of her lips—and bowed gently before turning around, her heels echoing softly against the polished floor.
She didn't look back.
Not because she wasn't going to miss it…
But because the future was finally waiting in front of her.
Time Skips to Next Week Morning
Author POV
The apartment felt strangely quiet—too quiet for a morning like this.
Y/N zipped up the last of her luggage, carefully folding her clothes and tucking small keepsakes between. Her eyes lingered on one particular hoodie of his that had somehow ended up in her bag. She smiled faintly.
She would be leaving the day after tomorrow.
Rabin, with his day off finally aligning, hadn't let her out of his sight since waking up. He followed her from room to room like a shadow, arms occasionally wrapping around her waist or stealing small kisses to her cheek.
Rabin:
"Babe… shall we go on a date today?"
His voice was soft, hopeful—almost like a kid asking for a treat.
Y/N turned around with a gentle smile, brushing his fringe from his forehead.
Y/N:
"Okay… but let's make it a late-night date?"
Rabin frowned, his pout automatic.
Rabin:
"Why night? Why not now?"
Y/N leaned in, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger.
Y/N:
"Because I don't want to get caught by cameras in broad daylight. Let's keep this last memory a little more… ours."
Rabin sighed dramatically and leaned his forehead to her shoulder.
Rabin:
"Fine. But I'm not letting go of your hand all night, okay?"
She giggled and nodded.
Author POV
Afternoon light slipped lazily through the curtains, painting warm streaks across the room. Outside, the winter wind howled gently, but inside, the apartment was wrapped in a cocoon of quiet comfort.
After lunch, they found themselves tangled beneath the thick blanket—limbs lazy, hearts full.
The script lay open between them, pages slightly creased, words highlighted and underlined. Rabin's head rested against the headboard while Y/N curled against his side, her cold toes stealing warmth from his leg.
Rabin:
"Your lines are getting longer," he murmured, tracing a fingertip across a highlighted section.
Y/N:
"You're the one who talks in metaphors and monologues, Mr. Icon," she teased, nudging his ribs gently.
He chuckled, low and husky, the sound vibrating through his chest.
Pulling her closer, he whispered,
"Good thing I've got you to rehearse with… my favorite scene partner."
She rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Don't roll your eyes… I saw you," he said, voice low and teasing.
Y/N smirked up at him, her fingers pressing into his cheek playfully.
"Oh really?"
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering for a second longer than usual.
She felt warm there—just for a moment—until the winter air wrapped around her again.
Shivering slightly, she tucked her hand beneath his shirt, fingertips brushing across the ridges of his abs.
He jolted faintly, lips curling.
"Babe… don't turn me on."
"I'm not… I'm cold," she whispered, eyes fluttering half-shut.
He smirked.
"Then let me make you hotter."
With a smooth shift, he hovered above her, one hand gently brushing the hair from her face, the other steadying himself beside her.
His gaze softened, locking onto hers.
Y/N: "Wh…what are you… you doing?"
Rabin: (with a mischievous smirk)
"I told you… making you hot."
She parted her lips, about to protest—or maybe just breathe out his name—but the words never made it.
Because his lips found hers.
It wasn't rushed.
It wasn't reckless.
It was warm.
Deliberate.
Like every second of tension between them finally decided to melt… in the quiet between winter winds and shared breath.
His hand rested at her waist, not gripping, just holding—as if anchoring the moment.
Her fingers clutched lightly at the fabric of his shirt, heart racing under his touch.
As they pulled away slowly, he rested his forehead against hers.
Both of them exhaled.
His lips trailed down her neck, feather-light butterfly kisses that left warmth in their wake. Her breath hitched, spine arching gently as a shiver ran through her.
A soft whisper escaped her lips—his name.
Not loud, but enough. Enough to stir the fire already kindling between them.
He paused for a heartbeat, lips brushing her skin, a low chuckle humming in his throat.
Rabin: (murmuring against her collarbone)
"Why do you sound so damn sexy when you moan my name, huh?"
She clenched the bedsheet, biting her lip—embarrassed, maybe. But her silence only made him smile against her skin.
Rabin: (whispering, teasing)
"Say it again… please?"
She turned her face slightly, eyes meeting his—half shy, half bold.
Y/N:
"Only if you earn it."
His hands trails down just to slits beneath her tops.. reach out his backstraps and unbuckle it ..
He softly reach the top of the curve .. playing with the harden peak
"Babe.. its hard.. won't you still say my name?"
She smirked.. didn't reply anything …
He leans towards the peak and suck it .. his saliva is all over the surroundings..
(A/n: im sorry Rabin 🥲.. its intense.. can't help)
His hand goes down and slides silently between her innerwear.. massaging his clit in circular motion ..
"Ughh.. " she moans
"Stop .. " she said
"I'm not stopping today babe.. " while playing with her nipple with his tongue..
His one of the finger slides into her hole .. "its wet" and sildes his second finger.. again
she arch her back …
"Rab.. " she moans
"Finally" he uttered
He plays in and out by his fingers..
"Babe .. did you heard the sound of your juice.. ?"
She only nods.. right now she is on heat..
she can't even utters a word..
"It makes me fucking hard.. touch me babe.."
"Then don't waste the time " she reply and
She approach his member , adjusting at her hole ..
He thrust his member at her .. she tightened her grip at the sheet..
Ugghhh.. rab.. fast..
Okay babe.. as you wish..
he paced up faster.. thrusting in and out of her .. his hand grab both of her breast.. that was bouncing up and down…
Fuck babe you are so tight…