Rabin's phone dings.
He shifts a little in bed, eyes still shut, voice groggy.
Rabin:
"Babe… check my phone, please…"
Y/N, still curled beside him, stretches her arm lazily and grabs his phone from the bedside table. She unlocks it and reads the message.
Y/N (reading aloud):
"Your manager told you to call her as soon as you see this message."
Rabin's eyes slowly open, and a small frown settles on his face.
Rabin:
"Ugh… it's too early for drama."
Y/N (teasing):
"What if it's a big deal? Like a scandal? Or your secret baby?"
Rabin (laughs, eyes still half-lidded):
"My only baby is right here pulling fake rumors in the morning."
He takes the phone from her, sits up slowly, and glances at the message again. His face changes a little—serious now.
He swings his legs off the bed, standing up and walking toward the balcony with the phone pressed to his ear.
Y/N watches him quietly, suddenly feeling the thin line between their world and the one he belongs to—the one full of cameras, expectations, and noise.
Manager (over the phone):
"Rabin! Finally, you picked up. What were you thinking last night?"
Rabin (rubbing his temple):
"Good morning to you too. Can you stop yelling for once? What happened?"
Manager (irritated but concerned):
"You posted that photo. That one. With the caption that basically screamed you're in a relationship. Do you know what's going on online right now?"
Rabin (calmly):
"Yeah. I posted it. It's not a crime to fall in love."
Manager (lowers voice, firm):
"This isn't just falling in love, Rabin. You're a global icon. The fans, the brands, your PR deals—they weren't ready for this. You didn't even give us a heads-up. Now, everyone's speculating who 'she' is. Some are guessing it's Raya. Some are pulling Y/N's name out too."
Rabin (coldly):
"I never asked you to sell me like a bachelor toy. I'm tired of pretending."
Manager (stern):
"This isn't about pretending—it's about timing, control, and protecting your career. Get dressed and come to the agency. We need to handle this before it gets worse."
Rabin (pauses, voice sharp):
"If you're asking me to deny her, I'm not doing it."
Manager (sighs):
"No. We'll talk in person. Just come. Alone."
The line goes dead. Rabin stands still for a moment, letting the wind hit his face. Then he turns, reenters the room. Y/N is sitting up now, watching him with worried eyes.
Y/N:
"What's wrong?"
Rabin (softly):
"I think I started a storm. But don't worry, babe. I'm not hiding anymore."
Rabin pulls up in a black SUV, face hidden under a cap and sunglasses. The parking lot is already crawling with a few paparazzi—his post from last night has done its job. He walks briskly inside, brushing past stares and whispers.
Inside the agency – 10th Floor Conference Room
The room is cold, clinical—glass walls, long table, and a few executives already seated. His manager, Ms. Reyes, is pacing near the screen that displays trending posts about his romantic quote under the starlit sky.
She turns as Rabin enters.
Ms. Reyes:
"You took your time."
Rabin (calmly removing his sunglasses):
"I didn't come here to apologize."
Executive 1:
"We're not asking you to. But you made a move, Rabin. A public one. Without coordination."
Ms. Reyes (arms crossed):
"That caption—'falling for someone who's always beside me'—the fans are eating it alive. Raya's agency called. They want you to clarify it's not her."
Rabin (blinks slowly):
"Then clarify it."
Executive 2:
"The rumors are flying, Rabin. Some brands are nervous. You have a major campaign coming up in Seoul. They don't want distractions."
Rabin (sharp):
"I'm not a robot. I've done everything you asked for the past 5 years—smiled, played the perfect idol, lied when needed. I won't lie about Y/N."
Silence settles in the room like a challenge.
Ms. Reyes:
"Then let's be smart. If you want to go public, we handle it our way. Controlled. Thoughtful. Give us time."
Rabin (leans forward):
"I'll give you time. But I won't disappear her from my life. Not again."
Executive 1 (sighs):
"Fine. But no more cryptic love posts. For now, lay low. Focus on the upcoming rehearsals. We'll handle the online mess."
Rabin (standing up):
"I've already made up my mind. Y/N's staying with me. That's the only thing that's not negotiable."
He turns, ready to leave—but not before one last warning from Ms. Reyes.
Ms. Reyes (quietly):
"If you really want her beside you, prepare for the noise. This industry doesn't love real love."
Rabin (without missing a beat):
"Then I'll make it love her."
He walks out, leaving the room stunned in silence.
Their Apartment – Late evening
Rabin (grinning, eyes locked on her):
"Babe, today I'm going to move the biggest step in my life. Bigger than red carpet moments."
Y/N (brows furrowed):
"What are you even saying? What do you mean?"
He leaned forward, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her forehead with a firm softness that made her stomach flutter.
Rabin (softly):
"Wait for me."
Before she could ask more, he walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. Calm, collected, determined. He set up his phone, adjusted the angle slightly, and with one deep breath—he hit the 'Go Live' button.
⸻
Live Stream Begins
Rabin (waves slightly, gentle smile):
"Hello po… thank you for watching my live. Hello hello."
Live Chat Floods In:
• "HELLO RABIN ❤️"
• "WE MISSED YOU"
• "RABIN OPPA!!! PLEASE SAY MY NAME 😭"
• "LOVE YOU RAB 😍"
• "WHAT'S THE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT?!!!"
Rabin (laughs softly):
"Grabe… You guys really don't miss a beat, huh?"
He pauses for a second, gaze softening, but his voice grows clear and sincere.
Rabin:
"Tonight, I want to say something not as an actor, not as your idol… but as just Rabin. Just me."
Y/N peeks from behind the wall, heart skipping. Her fingers curl slightly at her sides as she watches him—nervous, proud.
Rabin (firmly):
"I've always believed that love and fame couldn't exist together. That I had to choose. So I kept a lot of things quiet… especially someone who means the most to me."
Chat begins exploding:
• "WAIT WHAT?"
• "RABIN??? WHO?"
• "IS THIS A CONFESSION???"
• "NO WAY 😭😭😭😭😭"
Rabin (smiles faintly):
"Yes. I'm in love. And I'm not hiding it anymore."
He pauses, as if the moment is folding over itself.
Rabin:
"She's someone who stood by me, even when I didn't deserve it. Someone I hurt… and who still found the courage to let me back in."
Rabin:
"She's not a celebrity. She's not famous. She's just… the woman I want to spend my life with."
The chat erupts—some in disbelief, some in support, some in pure shock.
• "CRYING RN"
• "WHO IS SHE????"
• "I RESPECT THIS ❤️"
• "MY HEART 💔 BUT I'M HAPPY FOR YOU"
• "YOU'RE SO BRAVE RABIN 😭"
Rabin (eyes slightly glossy, voice steady):
"You always tell me I inspire you… but this time, I hope you'll let me be human. I hope you'll let me love without shame."
He places the phone down gently, ending the live after one final line.
Rabin:
"She's beside me now. And this time, I'm not letting her go."
⸻
His eyes soften, a small smile forming—genuine, raw, no filters. There's a quiet pause before he speaks again, his tone lowered to something more vulnerable.
Rabin: "If you love me… will you please love my heart too?"
A hush falls over the live. You could almost hear the collective intake of breath from thousands watching.
Rabin:
"Anyway… thank you for joining my live." (He bows his head slightly)
"Maraming salamat po."
And with a swift, deliberate motion, he ends the live.
[Live Ended]
LIVE CHAT REACTION
🌸_RABinFanatic_09:
"HE JUST DROPPED A LOVE BOMB WTF 😭😭😭"
💔kdramalover143:
"Nooo my parasocial boyfriend 💔💔💔"
🧁s0ftiemuffin:
"Wait… he really said 'I love her' on LIVE?? OMGGGG 😭✨"
🫶Rabinglobal🫶:
"I respect him so much rn. It takes guts to do that in this industry. RESPECT 👏"
🌪️RABin_Knight:
"Who's the girl??? WHO IS SHEEEEE?? 👀"
💣chaotic_good:
"He just risked his whole career for love… IS THIS A KDRAMA PLOT?!?"
🌼fangirl_fatality:
"I'm heartbroken… but I'll ship them if she makes him this happy 😭😭❤️"
🥲silentlurker29:
"Y'all I was just eating noodles and now I'm sobbing"
🎤ManilaNewsCentral:
"BREAKING: Actor Rabin Angeles CONFESSES he's in love on livestream. Industry SHOOK."
💌iloverabin4ever:
"i feel betrayed 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but also he's so cute I can't hate him"
🧢AnonymousStan:
"HE SAID SHE STOOD BY HIM EVEN WHEN HE DIDN'T DESERVE IT?? Nah this girl's a saint 🙏"
📸media_leaks_tea:
"Dispatch loading their camera batteries like: 🔋🔋🔋🔋
🔥rabinburnedme:
"I was a fan. Now I'm a supporter of their love. 🫡"
He slowly turns his head toward the kitchen. Y/N stands still, her hand covering her mouth, eyes wide, trembling with silent emotion. Rabin gets up, walks to her with soft steps.
Rabin (quietly):
"I meant it. I love you. Publicly, completely, and for real this time."
Back at the apartment, Rabin turns off his phone, which won't stop buzzing.
He walks slowly to Y/N, who's still standing in a mix of disbelief and awe. His voice is low, steady.
Rabin:
"Now the world knows. You're not just someone I love… you're someone I'm proud of."
CONFERENCE ROOM – NIGHT
The office is dimly lit but wide awake. A flat-screen on the wall replays Rabin's live. A still of his closing words hangs on the screen.
"If you love me… will you please love my heart too?"
The entire PR team, marketing heads, and executives are gathered. Some stare blankly. Others whisper, shell-shocked.
PR HEAD (Jina)
(stands up, frustrated)
"We've got no control over him anymore! We weren't even notified about the live! This could be disastrous if fans interpret this wrong."
MARKETING HEAD
"No, no—wait. Our fan engagement has jumped 300% in the last 20 minutes. Trending in 5 countries. The clip is viral already."
📝 Tweet from @starshowbiznews:
RABIN JUST SAID "PLEASE LOVE MY HEART TOO" AND ENDED THE LIVE 😭💔 THIS IS HISTORY.
🎥 TikTok Clip Goes Viral:
Caption: "Rabin's last words in his live will haunt me forever. #ProtectRabin #RealLove"
Audio: Echoed version of "If you love me… will you please love my heart too?"
📸 Fan Edit Compilation on IG:
Video: Slow motion shots from his live, ending with a black screen and the quote in cursive.
Caption: He chose love, not fame.
💔 Facebook Post - KDrama Nation PH:
"This isn't just celebrity news. It's the softest revolution I've ever witnessed. Rabin isn't perfect—but he's real."
Jina (snaps)
"Viral doesn't always mean good! What if sponsors pull out? He sounds like he's challenging the public image we crafted!"
A tense silence. Then the door swings open—
BOSS
—calm, calculated, a man who only speaks when necessary. He walks in slowly, eyes glued to the screen.
"Let it be…"
Everyone freezes.
"Let's monitor the reaction for 24 hours. If this hype turns into profit, we push it. Make it a 'real love' campaign. Romanticize it. Make him look like the man who chose love over fame."
Jina:
"And if it backfires?"
Boss:
"If it backfires… prepare the termination clause. He signed a liquidity damage clause last year. We'll cut him off with clean hands."
ASSISTANT (nervous):
"But, sir… that will cause fan backlash—"
Boss:
"Not if we paint him as reckless. Unstable. His image will crack. That's business."
Everyone falls quiet. A war has started—not between Rabin and the agency, but between profit and principle.