𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

23

"So..." you said, shuffling around the room, hunting for your bra. "How exactly are we telling your mom?"

Rin looked up from where he was sitting, completely unbothered. "She already knows I like you. Rae too."

You paused, bra dangling from your fingers. "I know that, but—" You glanced at him. "Am I about to lose my job?"

He frowned. "Huh?"

You gestured vaguely between the two of you. "She hired me to look after her daughter, Rin. Not to... sleep with her son."

Rin stared at you for a second, then laughed—soft, incredulous. "Y/N... my mom does not give a fuck."

You raised a brow. "You say that now."

"I'm serious," he said, standing and walking over to you. "She likes you. Rae adores you. And you're not some random girl I dragged home."

That helped. A little.

"And besides," he added, slipping an arm around your waist, voice dropping just enough to tease, "if you're really worried about employment—"

You looked up at him suspiciously.

"I can always hire you for another gig," he continued, lips twitching. "Might need someone to read me to sleep."

You scoffed, shoving his chest lightly. "Nigga, please."

He just smiled, unbothered, holding you there like the conversation—and whatever came next—was already settled. He leaned his forehead against yours, voice softer now, teasing gone just enough to feel real. "You overthinking," he murmured. "As usual."

You huffed. "I have to. Somebody gotta be responsible in this house."

Rin smiled at that, thumb brushing along your jaw. "You are. That's why she trusts you. That's why I trust you."

You shook your head, laughing quietly, then leaned into his chest for a moment. He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, chin resting lightly on the top of your head. "Whatever happens," he added, quieter now, "you not losing anything. Not your job. Not me."

That warmth spread again—slow, steady, undeniable.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. "Okay,"