Midnight
The house was wrapped in stillness, the kind that only midnight brings. A soft hum from the fridge was the only sound as Y/N walked into the kitchen, holding an empty glass. The moonlight spilled through the curtains, painting the space silver.
She filled the glass, but when she turned—
She noticed him again.
Rabin, curled on the couch like a boy lost in dreams, wrapped in the blanket she gave him earlier.
She paused.
Her feet carried her toward him without thought. Kneeling beside him, she gently adjusted the blanket up to his shoulders, brushing his arm with soft care. Her eyes lingered on his face longer than she meant—studying his lashes, the slope of his nose, the peacefulness that only sleep could give him.
She sighed softly and turned to leave—
But before she could rise, his hand gripped her wrist. Not forceful—just pleading.
Rabin (half-asleep, voice hoarse):
"Don't leave me…"
She froze.
Y/N (whispers):
"Go back to sleep… go back to your room."
Rabin:
"No… you go back to mine. Stay with me."
Before she could respond, he sat up and pulled her gently by the neck, catching her in a kiss—
Tender, aching, desperate.
In between the warmth of their kiss, he whispered brokenly:
"I miss you, babe… I miss you so much."
She felt it then—
A warm tear, falling from his cheek onto hers.
He wasn't just kissing her.
He was pleading.
And for the first time in a long while, her hand didn't push him away.
After a few seconds, she gently pulled away from the kiss, her breath soft and unsteady.
Y/N (whispers):
"We're in the living room…"
Her eyes flickered toward the hallway.
"What if they wake up?"
Rabin's lips curved into a teasing smirk, though his eyes still held the weight of longing.
Rabin (low voice):
"So… you want me to carry you inside the room and continue?"
Her eyes widened, cheeks instantly flushing.
She gave him a light shove.
Y/N (half-whisper, half-scold):
"Go back to your room, Rabin. Now. Before my mom catches you and drags you out by the ear."
Rabin chuckled softly, rubbing his eyes like a child caught stealing cookies.
Rabin:
"Fine… but only if you promise not to sneak away in the morning again."
She didn't answer.
Just turned around, her back to him, walking toward her room with quick steps.
But he caught it—
That small smile she tried to hide.
And he laid back on the couch, whispering to himself under his breath:
"I think… she's coming back to me."
Time Skips to Morning
The sun peeked through the soft clouds as the car waited outside, engine humming quietly.
Y/N stood beside Rabin at the doorway, watching her parents prepare to leave. She gave her mom a tight hug.
Y/N:
"Stay safe, Mom… Dad."
Her voice was gentle, but her eyes shimmered with emotion.
Rabin:
"Safe journey, Uncle… Aunty."
Her mom turned with a soft smile, fixing his collar like a mother would.
Mom:
"Take care of the house… and each other."
Her dad, already halfway into the car, paused and looked Rabin dead in the eyes.
The air shifted just a little—serious, but not cold.
Dad:
"Son… you know what to do, right?"
Rabin nodded slowly.
Dad (firmly):
"If you hurt my daughter again… I'm not forgiving you."
Rabin swallowed, his voice low but unwavering.
Rabin:
"I won't let that happen again, sir. I promise."
Her dad gave him one final look—one that said: I'm trusting you now.
Then, with a nod, he got into the car.
Y/N stood in silence beside Rabin as the car pulled away.
For a moment, only the birds and soft wind filled the morning.
Then Rabin glanced at her sideways, trying to lighten the mood.
Rabin:
"So… do I peel potatoes now or clean the floor first?"
She let out a small laugh, nudging him with her shoulder.
Y/N:
"You forgot laundry, Mr. Superstar."
They both smiled.
It wasn't perfect, but it was something soft—like the start of something healing.
Author POV
Late evening
It was late afternoon. The sky was a soft watercolor of orange and lilac, clouds drifting like daydreams. Y/N stood in the small backyard garden, hair tied up, wearing her dad's old hoodie and rubber slippers. The breeze danced through the leaves, and the soft scent of mint and wet soil filled the air.
She was trimming the wild basil bush when Rabin appeared behind her, holding a watering can in one hand and a silly grin on his face.
Rabin:
"Reporting for duty, gardener-in-training."
Y/N (amused):
"You're going to spill all the water before you even start."
He shrugged.
Rabin:
"Water is temporary. Your smile is forever."
She rolled her eyes but turned slightly to hide the shy tug at her lips.
They worked side by side—him fumbling with weeds, her guiding his clumsy hands, both laughing every few minutes. He tried to impress her by digging deeper for a stubborn root, only to splash mud onto his shirt.
Y/N:
"Nice job, Mr. Superstar."
Rabin (grinning):
"Don't worry, you'll wash this shirt anyway, right?"
As they watered the final row of marigolds, a single raindrop landed on her cheek. Then another. Then dozens.
The rain came gently at first, like soft piano notes, then steadier—drumming against the tin roof of the patio. Y/N gasped and tried to run inside, but Rabin grabbed her wrist.
Rabin:
"Wait."
They stood in the middle of the garden—rain beginning to soak their clothes.
Y/N:
"Are you crazy?!"
Rabin (whispering):
"Maybe. But I've never danced in the rain before."
She froze. He slowly pulled her close, his hands finding her waist, her arms resting on his shoulders. They moved in a slow circle, bare feet pressing into the wet grass.
The sky above them rumbled softly, but the only thing she heard was the rhythm of her heart matching his.
Rabin:
"If I could pause this moment… I'd never let it go."
She looked up. His hair dripped, his lashes clumped, but his eyes were so clear and full of something raw. Something that almost hurt to see.
She whispered back—
Y/N:
"You always say the most dangerous things when it's raining."
He smiled.
Rabin:
"Then maybe I need to make it rain more often."
He leaned in. This time, the kiss wasn't rushed. It was slow—filled with every unsaid word, every forgiven pain, and every lingering promise.
And when they finally pulled back, forehead to forehead, soaked from head to toe, she whispered—
Y/N:
"Fine. You win. But you're cooking dinner tonight."
Rabin:
"Deal. Burnt eggs and all."
They both laughed, walking hand-in-hand back inside, leaving wet footprints behind like a memory only they would remember.
The sky was draped in navy, stars faintly twinkling through the wisps of clouds. A soft chill whispered through the air, brushing past their skin. Y/N sat with her knees pulled to her chest, wrapped in a thin shawl. Rabin sat beside her on the rooftop, legs stretched out, arms resting behind him for support.
The world below was asleep, but up here, time felt slower.
Rabin (softly):
"This breeze… it reminds me of the nights we used to sneak out and just drive nowhere."
She didn't respond, just smiled faintly, eyes tracing the stars instead of him.
Rabin (glancing at her):
"You still do that? Just disappear in the wind when you're overwhelmed?"
Y/N (quiet):
"Sometimes. It's easier to breathe when no one's watching."
There was a pause. Only the rustling of nearby leaves and the distant bark of a dog filled the silence.
Rabin (turning slightly):
"Come back with me."
She turned to him, startled.
Y/N:
"Rabin…"
Rabin:
"Just hear me out. We don't need to rush anything. We can take it slow. But I want you there. Not for the spotlight. Not for the comfort. For me. Just me."
She didn't speak.
Rabin (gently):
"I know I messed up. I know you got tired of chasing something that always felt one step ahead. But I'm not running anymore, Y/N. I'm staying… if you're willing to walk with me again."
Y/N (quietly):
"You're still a superstar, Rabin. You have a thousand people screaming your name."
He scooted closer, voice dropping into something softer, more raw.
Rabin:
"And you're the only one I want to hear whisper mine."
Her breath hitched.
Y/N:
"I'm scared. What if this time, I lose myself again in your world?"
He reached over, gently brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
Rabin:
"Then we build a new world. One that's ours."
They sat like that for a while—no labels, no answers, just their silhouettes against the moonlit sky, two broken hearts trying to stitch themselves back together in silence.
Finally, she whispered—
Y/N:
"I'll think about it."
And that was enough for now.
He smiled, and they sat in the quiet again, watching the stars breathe above them.
Y/N (leaning back, gazing at the sky):
"By the way… why's your phone so silent? Like, don't you have schedules? Calls? Managers screaming through the line?"
Rabin (chuckles, pulling out his phone and showing her the screen):
"I told them to back off for a few days. Mute. No calls. No chaos."
Y/N (eyebrows raised):
"You ghosted your own team?"
Rabin (shrugs with a smile):
"I'm here for you. Why should I take other calls when I'm with you? I want to be present… not split between ten things."
Y/N (half-teasing):
"Rabin Angeles ignoring the world for a small-town girl. Sounds poetic."
Rabin (turns to her, serious for a moment):
"It's not poetry. It's peace."
Y/N (caught off-guard by his tone):
"You're really not scared of pausing everything just like that?"
Rabin (softly):
"Not when the 'everything' feels empty without you."
A brief silence.
Y/N (quietly, almost to herself):
"You're going to ruin me all over again, Rab."
He looks at her, eyes holding both apology and promise.
Rabin:
"Then let me be the one who also puts you back together. Piece by piece. No rush. No spotlight. Just us."
She doesn't answer. But her head slowly leans onto his shoulder, and Rabin stays still, letting her heart speak through the silence.
without saying anything, snaps a photo of the starry sky above them. Y/N glances at him.
Y/N (softly teasing):
"You really can't resist sharing something, huh?"
He doesn't respond right away. Instead, he types something quietly. A few seconds later, the notification pops on her screen (she forgot she still had his account's updates on).
She reads the post he just uploaded with caption
📸✨ *"Funny how the stars used to feel lonely… until someone started sitting beside me in the silence."
Her fingers tighten around the edge of her sweater as she pretends to look away, but Rabin notices her small smile.
Rabin (glancing at her, almost shy):
"Too cheesy?"
Y/N (still not looking at him):
"I've seen worse."
She nudges his arm.
"But this one… feels kind of true."
He just grins.
They're both quiet, listening to the soft hum of the breeze, when suddenly Rabin's phone starts blowing up—notifications, comments, shares.
He checks it casually at first, then squints as the numbers climb.
Rabin:
"Damn… it's going viral."
Y/N (turns to him):
"What? What's going viral?"
He shows her the screen:
382,948 likes
92,114 retweets
"Are you in love?? Who is she??"
"Wait—this doesn't sound like a PR quote."
"He's soft posting again 👀"
"Star + Silence + Beside him = mystery girl??? Reveal please!"
"The king has fallen in love. We have evidence!"
Y/N (soft gasp, eyes wide):
"They're going to figure it out…"
Rabin (grinning):
"Let them."
Y/N:
"Rabin! Your agency…"
Rabin (shrugs):
"They'll live. Besides, I didn't tag you. I'm just… telling the stars I'm not alone anymore."
She stares at him, unsure whether to hit him with a pillow or kiss him again.
Then, suddenly— new trends.
#WhoIsShe
#RabinSoftPost
**Phone buzzes again—**a text from Frost:
"Bro. You're trending. And this time it's not for a scandal. Proud of you, idiot."