𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 / 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

S2 ch 44

Next day jiwon woke up in rafayel bed cuddling on his chest he got shocked but as well he liked his presence he didn't want to admit yet that he liked rafayel he was his first and only friend in school he been friends with him since he moved to Russia and since his first day at school here. He knew rafayel would been seen as a red flag to many, but with jiwon, he was just soft and caring. As he felt nauseous, he smacked rafayel as he was about to throw up. rafayel grabbed a bucket, Minho and jisung had been looking for him all night, and Minho was boiling in anger

Jiwon barely had time to breathe before he lurched forward, gripping the bucket as he emptied his stomach. Rafayel held his hair back, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Jiwon’s back. The warmth of his touch sent an unspoken comfort through Jiwon, even in his miserable state.

“You good?” Rafayel asked, voice groggy from sleep but still laced with concern.

Jiwon coughed, wiping his mouth as he sat back. “I feel like I got hit by a truck…”

Before Rafayel could say anything, a loud banging echoed through the apartment. Jiwon flinched at the sound, dread pooling in his stomach. He didn’t have to guess who it was.

“JIWON! Open this damn door!” Minho’s voice roared from the other side, filled with fury. Jisung’s voice followed, slightly calmer but no less worried. “Jiwon, please—just come out.”

Rafayel exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders before standing up. “Stay here,” he murmured, but Jiwon grabbed his wrist.

“No, I should—”

“You can barely stand,” Rafayel cut him off, looking down at him with something unreadable in his eyes. “Let me handle it.”

Jiwon hesitated but eventually nodded. He wasn’t ready to face his parents' wrath just yet.

Rafayel made his way to the door and unlocked it, revealing Minho’s seething expression. The moment Minho saw him, his fists clenched.

“You—” Minho’s eyes darkened, stepping forward, but Rafayel didn’t flinch.

“I know you’re mad,” Rafayel said coolly, “but keep your voice down. Jiwon’s sick.”

Minho shoved past him, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Jiwon sitting on the bed, looking exhausted and pale. His anger faltered for a second, replaced by worry. Jisung followed behind, his brows furrowed in concern.

“What the hell, Jiwon?” Minho’s voice was still sharp, but softer than before. “Do you know how worried we was?”

Jiwon swallowed, guilt washing over him. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—” He trailed off, his head pounding.

Jisung sighed, kneeling beside him. “Did you drink?”

Jiwon hesitated before nodding. “A little.”

Minho scoffed. “A little? You disappeared all night, didn’t answer your phone, and now you’re sick in his bed.” He shot a glare at Rafayel. “What the hell did you do?”

Rafayel’s expression darkened. “I took care of him.”

Minho’s jaw tightened. “Stay away from my son.”

Before Rafayel could respond, Jiwon forced himself up, wobbling slightly. “Dad, stop.” His voice was hoarse but firm. “He didn’t do anything wrong. I chose to stay here.”

Minho looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Jiwon—”

“I trust him,” Jiwon cut in. His words surprised even himself. He wasn’t ready to admit how much Rafayel’s presence made him feel safe, but in that moment, he knew it was true.