The sun's just stretching across the fields. The car windows are down, soft breeze brushing past their cheeks. A small bag of snacks lies open between them. Y/N leans her head on Rabin's shoulder as he drives.
Rabin (whispers, grinning):
"You nervous?"
Y/N:
"A little… what if they don't like me?"
Rabin:
"They're going to love you. My mom already stalked your pictures after I disappear a week just for you"
Y/N:
"Rabin!"
(She slaps his arm lightly while he laughs.)
— Front yard of Rabin's family home.
A traditional house with old red bricks, grapevines crawling up the walls, and the faint smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. His mom is already waiting at the door with a warm smile, apron on.
Mom (hugs Rabin tightly):
"My son finally remembers he has a home!"
(Then turns to Y/N, pulling her into a hug without hesitation.)
"You… I've been waiting to meet you, dear. Come inside. I baked the sticky rice cake Rabin used to steal from the kitchen."
Inside, the atmosphere is cozy. Old family photos line the walls, and Rabin's childhood awards are still stacked beside the TV.
Y/N feels the warmth in her chest — not because of the place, but because of the way Rabin's eyes soften here. Less guarded. More… him.
Evening — After dinner.
Rabin and Y/N help wash the dishes. His mom brings out an old photo album.
Mom:
"Come here, Y/N. Let me show you Rabin's awkward phase."
Rabin groans, hiding behind Y/N.
Rabin:
"You really want to ruin my image today, huh?"
But Y/N is already laughing as she flips the pages — Rabin with missing teeth, Rabin in a traditional costume, Rabin in an oversized uniform.
Y/N:
"Oh my god, I need copies of these."
Later — in the guest room.
It's quiet. The crickets outside hum a song of countryside lullaby. The light bulb flickers softly above them, and the window is slightly open, letting in the scent of damp earth and a whisper of cool air.
Rabin stands at the edge of the bed, blanket in hand.
Rabin (grinning):
"Then I will be leaving you alone here…"
(He pouts exaggeratedly.)
"Sad life."
Y/N (shooing him playfully):
"Go go go. Sleep on your little floorbed like a good boy."
(She giggles as she adjusts the pillow behind her.)
Rabin (faking heartbreak):
"So you really don't want me to be with you, huh? This is betrayal."
Y/N (whispering and wide-eyed):
"Aeiyaa… what if your mom sees us? Then we both sleep outside with the cows."
(She throws a small cushion at him.)
Rabin laughs, catching it midair. Then with a warm tone in his voice, softer than usual:
Rabin (smiling, as he tucks himself into the floor mattress):
"Okay… goodnight, my wife-to-be."
Y/N turns her face to the wall to hide the heat creeping into her cheeks.
Y/N (murmuring under her breath):
"Goodnight… future troublemaker husband."
Rabin smiles at the ceiling in the dark, heart swelling quietly.
The next morning — breakfast scene.
The sun filtered gently through the thin curtains, and the aroma of warm rice, sautéed vegetables, and tangy pickles filled the cozy kitchen. Rabin's parents had already been up, bustling around with chores, while Y/N sat beside Rabin at the low dining table, nervously smoothing out the crease on her sleeve.
Rabin's mom placed a bowl of soup in front of Y/N with a warm smile.
Rabin's Mom (casually, as she poured tea):
"Y/N…, do your parents eat breakfast early like this too?"
Y/N (softly, smiling):
"Yes po. My dad wakes up early. He even brews coffee before anyone wakes up."
Rabin's Dad (nodding approvingly):
"That's a good habit. Coffee in the morning, respect in the heart."
Rabin snorted quietly. Y/N nudged him under the table with her foot.
Then, his mom sat down opposite Y/N, her tone calm but purposeful.
Rabin's Mom:
"So… when do you think we should meet your parents?"
Y/N blinked, caught mid-sip of soup.
Y/N:
"P-po?"
Rabin's Mom (smiling):
"We would like to go and talk to them… about arranging the marriage. Rabin already made up his mind, and we love you. It's time we make things official."
Rabin placed his spoon down slowly and turned to Y/N, watching her reaction with a gentle look.
Rabin:
"I told you, didn't I? I wasn't playing drama scenes. I meant every word."
Y/N (a bit flustered):
"T-this soon?"
Rabin's Dad (chuckling):
"When you find gold, you don't leave it lying around."
Rabin's Mom:
"So, tell us when we can visit your parents."
Y/N nodded, cheeks burning but heart warm.
Y/N (quietly):
"I'll ask them tonight… and let you know."
Rabin smiled as he secretly squeezed her hand under the table. The clinking of breakfast bowls continued, but a new energy buzzed in the air — soft, loving, and full of anticipation.
After breakfast, Y/N excuses herself from the table. She walks out to the quiet garden behind Rabin's family home — surrounded by early sunlight, chirping birds, and fresh morning air. She takes a deep breath and dials her mom's number, nervous but trying to stay calm.
Y/N (softly, pacing the garden path):
"Hello Ma?"
Y/N's Mom (gentle voice on the other end):
"Oh anak, good morning! How are you? Are you eating well there?"
Y/N (smiling slightly):
"Yes, Ma. His mom cooks like you… always feeding me extra."
Y/N's Mom (chuckling):
"Ayy, that's how moms are. So, how's everything? You sound nervous."
Y/N sits on the stone bench and clutches the phone tighter.
Y/N:
"Ma… Rabin's family wants to visit. To talk… formally."
Y/N's Mom (brief silence):
"To talk? You mean… marriage?"
Y/N (nods, even though it's a phone call):
"Yes, Ma."
Another pause — the kind of pause that carries a thousand unspoken words.
Y/N's Mom (carefully):
"And you? Do you want this?"
Y/N (eyes softening):
"I do, Ma. I love him. It's not just a feeling. It's… peace. He makes me feel like I'm home."
Y/N's Mom (voice emotional now):
"You've always made your own choices bravely. If he loves you truly, and if he will take care of you — we will welcome him with open hearts."
Y/N smiles with a sigh of relief. Her dad's voice suddenly joins from the background.
Y/N's Dad (teasing tone):
"Tell him if he breaks your heart, he won't just deal with the agency — he'll deal with me."
Y/N (laughs):
"Yes, Pa! I'll let him know."
Y/N's Mom (gently):
"So… when are they coming?"
Y/N:
"I'll ask them what day works for them. I just wanted to hear from you first."
Y/N's Mom:
"Anytime, anak. Just give us a little notice so I can cook something special. He's coming into our family, after all."
Y/N hangs up with a full heart. She sits in the garden for a moment longer, eyes closed, hand resting on her chest — finally, everything is becoming real.
Late afternoon sun spills into the room. Rabin is half-lying on the couch, scrolling through music comments, his face calm but a little tired. Y/N walks in slowly, the breeze following her from the open balcony. She's holding a cup of tea for him.
Y/N (softly):
"Babe…"
Rabin looks up, his face lighting up just from seeing her.
Rabin:
"Yes, my sunshine?"
She sits down beside him, legs crossed, and offers the tea. He takes it with a smile. She hesitates for a moment before speaking, looking down at her fingers nervously.
Y/N:
"I talked to my parents today."
Rabin pauses mid-sip, eyes focused on her instantly.
Rabin (gentle):
"What did they say?"
Y/N (looking up into his eyes):
"They said yes."
A brief silence. Then his eyes blink slowly, as if to confirm he heard it right.
Y/N (smiling softly):
"They said if you really love me, and you'll take care of me… they'll welcome you with open arms."
Rabin sets the cup down on the table, gently but a bit clumsily — like his heart is suddenly full. He leans forward and takes her hands in his.
Rabin (quietly):
"They said yes?"
Y/N (nodding):
"Yes, Rabin. My mom said we should give them notice so she can cook something special for you."
Rabin (his voice breaking into a soft laugh):
"Now I'm nervous."
Y/N (teasing):
"You should be. My dad said if you ever break my heart—"
Rabin (cuts in, playfully dramatic):
"—I'll deal with him, not the agency? Oh no, that's scarier."
They both laugh, but then it fades into a quiet moment. Rabin reaches up and cups her cheek gently, his thumb brushing under her eye.
Rabin (whispering):
"I never thought I'd have this… someone who loves me like you do. Someone whose parents will even open their hearts to me."
Y/N:
"Because you're worth loving. Even if the world turns against you… I never will."
He pulls her in for a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of her neck as if grounding himself.
The mall was buzzing with weekend energy — couples, families, kids running around with balloons. Soft background music floated through the air, but for Rabin, all he could hear was the echo of "meeting her parents" repeating in his mind like a drum.
Y/N (looking thoughtful):
"I didn't bring any gifts when I met your parents, Rab…"
Rabin (turning to her, a small smile forming):
"You bought my mom her favorite local delicacy, right?"
Y/N:
"Yeah, but that's just food—"
Rabin (cutting her off, gently):
"That's the gift. It's not about how expensive or fancy something is… it's about knowing what makes them smile. And you did that without even trying."
Y/N (quietly):
"But still…"
Rabin (leaning closer, his voice softer):
"It's okay not to bring anything. But for me? I have to buy gifts… because I need to prove I'm a responsible man."
Y/N (half-smiling):
"Responsible, huh?"
Rabin (grinning, tapping her nose):
"Only for you."
She shakes her head, but her heart feels warmer than the coffee she's holding.
Rabin:
"Okay… so what do we buy first? Gifts? Clothes? Or a shield in case your dad hates me?"
Y/N (laughs, nudging his arm):
"He's not going to hate you. But yes… gifts first."
They walked into a home décor store. Y/N immediately went to the ceramics section, picking up a delicate white tea set with blue floral patterns.
Y/N:
"My mom loves hosting tea time with her friends. This would be perfect."
Rabin (inspecting it seriously):
"Hmm… elegant, just like my future mother-in-law."
Y/N (rolling her eyes but smiling):
"Smooth talker. Now, for my dad… he loves black coffee."
Rabin (grinning):
"Oh, then I'll get him the strongest coffee beans available. If he still doesn't like me after that, I'll bribe him with desserts."
They moved to a specialty coffee store and Rabin picked a premium blend, carefully smelling the aroma before buying.
Rabin (holding the coffee bag):
"This smells like… approval."
Y/N (laughing):
"You're impossible."
Next stop: clothing. Rabin eyed a crisp white shirt in the men's section.
Y/N:
"You should wear that when you meet them."
Rabin (checking the mirror):
"Will this make me look like a respectful, responsible man who will protect their daughter forever?"
Y/N (teasing):
"Hmm… maybe. But we need a tie to complete the 'future son-in-law' vibe."
By the time they left the mall, they had two bags of gifts, a new outfit for Rabin, and a quiet kind of excitement hanging between them.
Outside, as they waited for a cab, Rabin reached over and laced his fingers with hers.
Rabin (softly):
"Thank you… for bringing me into your world."
Y/N:
"It's our world now."