Y/n Pov:
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"Rabin Angeles Spotted With His Co-Actress Privately After Shoot!"
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I blinked.
Then— I half-laughed like a stupid reflex.
Pressed my hand against my mouth immediately.
"Sorry," I murmured, trying to swallow it back but God—it was just so ridiculous.
Rabin: "What's so funny?"
Y/N: "Umm… nothing, just…"
I cleared my throat, still pressing my lips to hide the laugh.
He narrowed his eyes at me but didn't push.
Instead, he started the engine.
Rabin: "Where are you going?"
Y/N: "Home."
Rabin: "Seriously? There are paparazzi swarming outside the building. We can't go home. I escaped just now."
That's when I realised what he meant.
My eyes widened.
"Oh—wait. I thought you were asking me where I was going…"
He gave me a look.
Y/N: "So… where are you going now?"
Rabin: "I'm going wherever you're at."
Y/N: "Whattt?! Seriously??"
Rabin: "So what? I'm your problem now, so you've gotta take your problem with you."
Y/N: "Excuse me? Who's the cause of the problem?!"
Rabin:
chuckles darkly "Hehehe… so, where's the location?"
Y/N: "Hmm… I'm planning to go to my hometown. If you want you can stay near my house—in a hotel. I'll book it for you once we reach."
I took his phone and typed in the location.
Rabin: "Hehh?? That's two and a half hours of driving??"
His voice was borderline dramatic.
Y/N: "You can choose not to come… it's my pleasure." I said it with a fake smile, turning my face toward the window.
He didn't say a word.
Just started driving.
Typical.
Always doing what he wants—but silently.
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It's already lunchtime.
We'd been on the road for an hour and a half.
And then I heard it.
Grrrlll—his stomach growled.
I pretended not to hear, but…
I did…And guilt? Yeah, it pricked at me.
Why? I don't even know.
Maybe because he came along.
Maybe because he looked tired.
Or maybe… because despite everything, he never once complained.
We passed a local market area, and I suddenly spoke up.
Y/N: "Stop the car here."
Rabin: "Why? What happened?"
His tone turned slightly concerned.
Y/N: "I want to go to the washroom."
I lied.
He nodded and pulled over.
But in truth— I didn't need a washroom.
I just needed to feed the stubborn idiot beside me.
Author's POV:
He stopped near the market and adjusted his black mask, pulling it over half his face.
Rabin: "Go. I'll wait here."
Y/N nodded and headed inside the highway resting area.
After a few minutes, she came back—not just from the washroom, but with two bottles of milk and a couple of sandwiches in hand.
She slid into the passenger seat and handed him one of each.
Y/N: "Eat. Or else you'll say I'm torturing you again."
Rabin smiled and took them.
Rabin: "My assistant is very thoughtful."
She didn't reply, just rummaged through her tote bag.
Then she pulled something out from her tote bag and held it in front of him.
His favorite protein bar.
Y/N: "Here. In case you're still hungry."
Rabin: "Where did you get this?"
Y/N: "It's always in my bag."
He raised an eyebrow, then smirked.
Rabin: "Ohhh? So you carry my favorite snacks around now?"
She rolled her eyes and turned to the window, pretending not to hear.
After their short break, they hit the road again.
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Finally, they reached the hotel.
Y/N booked a room at the front desk and handed Rabin the keycard.
Y/N: "Here. This is your room. I'll be heading home now."
Rabin: "Wait—I'll drop you."
Y/N: "It's fine. It's nearby—"
Rabin: "Shut up."
He didn't wait. He grabbed her wrist and guided her right back to the car.
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Ten minutes later, as they drove through a quieter area—
Rabin: "Where exactly?"
Y/N: "You can drop me in front of that house." She pointed ahead.
Rabin: "Ohh… that's your house?"
Y/N: Nods "Umm-hmm."
He parked the car and unbuckled.
Then stepped out.
Y/N: "Wait—why are you getting out?! What if someone sees you?!"
Rabin: "I've got a mask. Chill. I just wanna see where my assistant lives."
Y/N: "Bro… just go back. We're very poor."
Rabin: Pauses mid-step "Bro??? Broooo???!!!"
Y/N: "So what? You a sissy?"
He rolled his eyes like a drama queen, then—of course—followed her.
When she reached the door and tried to open it, it didn't budge.
Y/N: "Huh? Why's it locked?" she murmured under her breath.
Rabin: "Is this really your house?"
His voice dripped with mock suspicion.
She shot him a bombastic side eye.
Rabin: Chuckle "Sarry sarry…"
Y/N dialed her mom's number. The phone rang just once before she picked up.
Y/N: "Mom, where are you guys?"
Mom: "We're at home, why?"
Y/N: deadpan "Don't lie. I'm literally standing in front of the door. It's locked."
Mom: nervous chuckle "Heheh… okay okay. Your dad and I went to your grandma's village. She's sick, so we're staying here for a while."
Y/N: "What?! Why didn't you tell me?"
Mom: "We didn't want you to worry, sweetheart…"
Y/N: sighs "Fine. Where's the key?"
Mom: "We took it with us. But the spare key's with our neighbor aunty—just take it from her. Btw, why are you suddenly home?"
Y/N: "Got a break. Anyway, take care of grandma. I'll call you back later."
She hung up with a sigh and turned to him.
Rabin: "Sooo… no one's home?"
Y/N: "They went to grandma's village."
Rabin: "Want me to drop you there too?"
He teased, wiggling his brows beneath the mask.
Y/N: "Drive yourself, I'm not coming. And also, why are you still here?!"
Rabin: grinning smugly "Accompanying~."
Y/N: Annoying!!
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She marched over to the neighbor's gate, exchanged a few polite smiles, and came back with the spare key in hand.
She unlocked the door, pushed it open, and glanced behind her.
Y/N: "Are you really coming in ?"
Rabin: "Relax. I just wanna see the living room~ maybe peek at some baby photos."
Y/N: "I will slam the door on your face."
He laughed as she slipped inside, the door creaking open to the warmth of a quiet, modest home.
Rabin's POV:
The moment I stepped inside… it hit me.
That calm and quiet.
That smell—that faint mix of wooden walls, old books, and fresh flowers.
It smells like home.
A real one.
Something I haven't felt in years.
The house wasn't huge. But it wasn't small either…Just the right size for warmth.
The pathway up to the house had a little open space—technically still inside the gate—and it was full of flowers around the wall
Roses, daisies , marigolds maybe? I didn't know the names… but the colors were calming.
So much green. So much peace.
I stepped into the living room.
Shiny wooden floors. A low ceiling.
Dim lighting. Cosy enough to fall asleep sitting up.
I stared around, almost in awe.
Then a voice snapped me out of it—
Y/N: "It's not a museum."
I turned slowly, smirking.
Rabin: "But it feels like one." I teased.
Y/N: "If you're done observing, your hotel room is waiting for you."
Rabin: "If you want me to leave that much… then I'll stay right here."
Y/N: "Zessshhh…"
I grinned and flopped onto the couch like I owned the place.
She didn't invite me to sit, but whatever.
I was too busy feeling… settled.
A few minutes later, she came back holding a glass of fresh coconut juice.
Not the packaged kind. The real one—cut open by someone's hand.
It tasted like cold peace.
Rabin: "Let's have dinner together. It's boring to eat alone in a new town."
She gave me a glance.
Y/N: "New town? You've never been here?"
Rabin: "Once. When I was a trainee. Didn't stay long, though."
Y/N: "Oh. Okay then. I'll treat you for dinner. What do you want to eat?"
I blinked. Surprised.
Rabin: "Really??" My eyes sparkled before I could stop them.
Y/N: "Yeah. But we're not going to crowded places."
Rabin: "Of course. Let's go somewhere people won't notice me."
Y/N POV:
Today's been… a long day.
I don't even know how I got dragged into this.
Rabin said he didn't want to eat dinner alone, and for a second, I actually felt bad.
He drove me all the way back here… two and a half hours… didn't even have lunch properly.
So, yeah. I agreed.
I figured, if we have to eat, I might as well take him somewhere that won't trigger paparazzi hell.
There's this one restaurant.
Not exactly the five-star dinner spot.
Most normal people avoid it—not because of the food, but because of… well, the crowd.
Let's just say… the place is frequented by local goons.
No joke.
But funny thing?
They never bother tourists or strangers.
They just eat, mind their own business, and leave.
And because of that… the place is oddly quiet.
Hidden in a back alley, no media attention, and honestly… the food?
Damn okay.
I turn to look at Rabin, sitting beside me in the car, wearing his cap low and mask high.
A literal Global Icon disguised as someone's lost cousin.
Y/N: "You trust me?"
Rabin: leans back "Do I have a choice?"
I snort under my breath.
He really doesn't.
We pull into the dusty parking lot, a rusty board flashing the name "Blue Palm Restaurant" in flickering lights.
Y/N: "Let's dine here..But keep your head down. If you get recognized here… even the goons will panic."
Rabin: "Is this a threat or a food review?"
I roll my eyes and head inside first.
Please let this dinner end without drama.