Author POV
It's been a week since Y/N stepped into her new shoes — not as someone who fetched coffee or carried schedules, but as the Managing Director of the very agency she once ran around in as an assistant.
The atmosphere had changed.
Now, she walked the halls with a clipboard in hand, voice clear and firm, her ID card swinging with each confident stride. Staff who once casually passed her now stood straighter in her presence. Some smiled nervously; others watched in awe. She wasn't just Rabin's secret girl anymore. She was someone.
Her desk was now on the executive floor. No longer near dressing rooms or assistant bays. The calendar she handled wasn't Rabin's alone anymore — it was for every major talent under the agency's roof.
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Rabin's Dressing Room
Rabin sat on the couch, staring at his phone.
No reply in 2 hours.
He sighed, flopping his head back.
Rabin (mumbling):
"She's become too powerful… now I'm the clingy one."
Just then, his stylist chuckled, "She's not your assistant anymore. You should book an appointment if you want to see her."
He glared playfully, but deep down, he missed her. Even though they were under the same roof, the distance between them now felt… professional. She was busy. Always in meetings. Always taking calls. Always managing.
Y/N's Office – Night
The room is dimly lit. Papers scattered. Laptop screen glowing.
She massages her temples, exhaustion visible. A knock on the glass door breaks her trance.
She looks up.
It's Rabin, in a black hoodie and cap, holding two bowls of ramen.
Rabin:
"You didn't eat again, huh?"
Y/N smiles softly, surprised.
Y/N:
"I thought you had a late-night shoot?"
Rabin (placing the bowl on her desk):
"Wrapped early. And honestly… I just missed my girlfriend."
She chuckles. "You're such a baby sometimes."
He leans in closer. "Only for you."
Rabin stood behind her chair, peeking over her shoulder as she reviewed some production budgets.
Rabin:
"Let's go back together…"
Y/N didn't even turn, fingers still dancing on the keyboard.
Y/N:
"I need to finish this, Rab. You go first."
He dramatically flopped on the couch behind her.
Rabin:
"No!! Nooooo!!! I'm not going!!"
He pouted like a child, crossing his arms tightly.
Rabin (grumbling):
"You don't even have time for me nowadays… You used to text me ten times in a row if I forgot to eat. Now it's just… 'busy, talk later.'"
Y/N turned to face him, a tired smile playing on her lips.
Y/N:
"So this is what it feels like when the roles reverse, huh?"
He narrowed his eyes.
Rabin:
"Exactly! Now I'm the clingy, insecure one waiting for replies. You didn't even notice my new haircut!"
Y/N laughed softly, walking over and sitting beside him on the couch. She leaned her head on his shoulder, finally allowing herself a moment to breathe.
Y/N (whispering):
"I'm sorry, babe… it's overwhelming. But I'm doing this for us too."
Rabin:
"Then let me be part of that 'us'. Don't shut me out. Let's be busy together."
She looked up at him, eyes soft, heart melting a little.
Y/N:
"Okay. From tomorrow… I'll block a 'Rabin Hour' in my schedule. No calls. No meetings. Just you."
He grinned and pulled her in for a tight hug.
Rabin (teasing):
"Good. Or I'll resign as your boyfriend and apply again as your assistant."
Later that night…
The apartment was dimly lit, with soft jazz humming through the speakers. The city lights glowed beyond the tall glass windows, washing the room in a warm, sleepy gold.
Rabin had cooked—well, reheated takeout, but he'd plated it nicely. Two glasses of red wine sat untouched on the counter. He kept glancing at the clock.
It was almost midnight when the door clicked.
Y/N stepped in, heels in one hand, files in the other, visibly exhausted. But the moment she saw the scene in front of her—candles, food, and Rabin waiting in loose sweats and a hopeful smile—her lips curved.
"I thought you'd be asleep," she said, setting everything down.
"I said I won't go without you, didn't I?" Rabin stood and walked over to her. "Come on. I made dinner. Sort of."
She laughed softly, her voice light but tired. "Let me change first."
Moments later…
She returned in one of his oversized t-shirts, hair tied up lazily, face clean and glowing.
They sat cross-legged on the floor near the couch, eating quietly, their knees touching. No paparazzi. No scripts. Just two people who missed each other more than they'd admitted.
Rabin suddenly leaned forward, wiping a rice grain off her cheek with his thumb.
"You're too pretty to be this tired," he murmured.
Y/N chuckled, nudging his foot. "You're too dramatic to be this cute."
After the plates were cleared, they curled up on the couch—her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her. The kind of silence that felt like home.
Rabin, whispering into her hair
"I don't care if you're the director, the president, or the queen of this country. Just don't stop coming home to me."
Y/N, quietly smiling
"I'll always come home to you."
Time skip – Morning
The sky was still painted in soft blue-grey hues, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The apartment was quiet, the only sound was the soft whirring of the heater.
Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair silently.
Rabin was still fast asleep—his arms curled around the pillow she had used, his breathing slow and peaceful. A faint smile tugged at her lips.
"If I wake him now… he'll be exhausted during the shoot," she thought, tucking a loose strand behind her ear.
She leaned down slowly, pressing a feather-light kiss on his temple.
"Sleep well, my love."
She whispered those words against his skin before slipping out of the room.
She dressed quietly, in a sleek but professional look for the Frost Sandoval set inspection. It was one of the biggest projects under the agency that season, and though she didn't always visit the shoots in person—this one required her presence.
Before leaving, she placed a small sticky note on the nightstand beside him:
"Call me when you wake up. And eat the breakfast I left. Fighting today, actor-nim ♡ — Y/N"
She glanced back at him once more before closing the apartment door softly behind her.
Rabin POV
A few hours later…
He stirred, hand reaching out to where she should've been. His fingers hit only cold sheets. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the note… and a soft grin tugged on his lips.
He picked up the note, reading it again.
"Tch. Why are you more romantic now?"
He smiled, rolling over onto his back.
"How am I supposed to focus on acting when you're making me fall harder every damn day?"
Message
Rabin: Hey, where are you going today? 😒
Y/N: It's the Frost Sandoval shoot. I need to do a slight inspection, just the major stuff. Why?
Rabin: Tch… Why don't you ever visit my shoots too? 😤
Y/N: If it's necessary, I will…
Rabin: It's necessary for my heart. 💔
Y/N: 😂 Stop being dramatic. You're the one who told me to be professional when I started this role.
Rabin: Yes but I didn't know you'd turn into the CEO of ignoring me 😭
Y/N: Baby… finish your shoot well today. Tonight, I'll come back early. Just you and me, no scripts, no work.
Rabin: …You better. I miss you like hell.
Author POV
The shoot location was bustling — camera crews, stylists, models, and directors rushing through the cold set. Y/N walked in with her assistant, holding a tablet and checking off final requirements.
Among the cast was Frost, Tall, charming, and undeniably flirtatious. As soon as he saw Y/N, his eyes lit up.
Frost:
"Ah, long time no see…the queen herself decided to bless the set."
He winked, casually leaning against a prop wall.
Y/N (smiling professionally):
"Just making sure everything runs smoothly. You're the star today, Frost."
He leaned closer and whispered with a grin, "You sure you're not the star? Everyone's eyes turned when you walked in, not mine."
One of the photographers secretly snapped a candid of the moment — her laughing at Frost's silly wink.
Meanwhile…
Rabin's POV
He scrolled through social media during break. Then stopped.
That picture.
Y/N. Smiling. Frost leaning close to her. That smug face.
Rabin (muttering):
"Frost the dayummm "
He dialed her number.
She didn't pick up — "Currently in a shoot."
He tossed his phone on the couch and crossed his arms like a sulky cat.
Message :
Rabin:
"So… How was your 'Frosty' shoot?"
Tik tok tik tok
The clock runs to 3 hrs later
Y/n- good
Rabin:
"Oh, I saw a picture. Looked like a whole romantic drama poster."
Again no reply …
Author POV
Late Night.
Y/N opens the door quietly, trying not to disturb him. She hums softly while hanging her coat on the stand.
But—
The lights are off.
Only the soft ticking of the wall clock fills the silence.
She takes a few steps inside—
"AAAAAAAAAAA!" she screams, startled.
Rabin is sitting on the couch, completely in the dark, his arms crossed like a mafia boss. Only the dim streetlight from the window outlines his sharp jaw and annoyed face.
Rabin (dry tone):
"Huh."
Y/N (clutching her chest):
"YA!! Are you serious?! Why are you sitting there like some horror movie villain?! You scared me the hell out!"
Rabin:
"Well… now you know how I felt all day… watching you and Frosty boy act like a couple of besties in a rom-com set."
Y/N (groaning):
"Not again… Rabin."
Rabin (childishly):
"He winked at you."
Y/N (walking closer):
"He winks at everyone. Even the lighting crew."
Rabin (pouting):
"But you smiled."
Y/N (smirking):
"So? Am I not allowed to smile now?"
Rabin (pulling her into his lap suddenly):
"Only if the reason behind that smile is me."
She gasps lightly, balancing herself as his arms wrap around her waist.
Y/N (teasing):
"Possessive much?"
Rabin:
"Only when someone tries to flirt with what's mine."
He leans closer, resting his forehead against hers, his voice softer now.
Rabin:
"You're mine, right?"
She smiles and kisses the tip of his nose.
Y/N:
"Only yours, Rab."