𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 / 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

S2 ch 53

Jiwon huffed as he pushed himself up from the bathtub, water cascading down his skin as he stepped onto the cool bathroom tiles. He reached for a towel, his movements hurried and a bit flustered.

“Don’t look,” he warned, shooting a glare over his shoulder at Rafayel, who was still lounging in the water, arms resting along the edge of the tub.

Rafayel smirked, tilting his head. “I won’t.”

But the moment Jiwon turned away, Rafayel’s eyes flickered down, unable to help himself. Jiwon’s body was lean but soft in all the right places—his small waist curved into smooth, thick thighs, and his towel barely covered the roundness of his backside. Rafayel swallowed hard, shifting slightly in the water as heat pooled low in his stomach.

He quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the ceiling. But his gaze betrayed him, stealing glances whenever Jiwon adjusted his towel or ran his hands through his wet hair.

Jiwon turned suddenly, catching Rafayel’s eyes lingering a second too long. His face immediately flushed. “Are you—were you staring at me?!”

Rafayel cleared his throat, smirking to cover his guilt. “Maybe.”

Jiwon’s eyes widened before he let out an exasperated groan. “You’re such a perv!” He quickly wrapped the towel more securely around his body, his entire face burning.

Rafayel chuckled, resting his chin on his palm. “Can you blame me? You’re quite the sight.”

“Shut up.” Jiwon turned away again, but his ears were visibly red.

Then, as he scanned the bathroom for clothes, realization hit him—he had nothing to wear. His shorts and shirt were dirty, and there was no way he was putting those back on.

Rafayel, still amused, noticed Jiwon’s hesitation. “Need something?”

Jiwon crossed his arms. “I don’t have clothes.”

Rafayel stretched lazily before standing up, water dripping off his sculpted form. Jiwon quickly turned his head away, cursing under his breath.

“I’ll grab something for you,” Rafayel said, stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel for himself. “Wait in your room while I dry off and find something for you to borrow.”

Jiwon nodded quickly, still refusing to look his way as he shuffled out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, towel wrapped tightly around him.

Rafayel exhaled deeply once Jiwon was gone, running a hand through his wet hair. His body was still reacting to the sight of Jiwon standing there, flushed and wrapped in nothing but a towel.

He glanced down, groaning as he realized the very visible effect Jiwon had on him.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his towel as he took a few deep breaths, willing himself to calm down before he faced Jiwon again.

This was going to be a long night.

Rafayel took his time drying off, slipping into a pair of loose black sweatpants and a fitted long-sleeve shirt. As he rummaged through his closet, he pulled out a set of clothes for Jiwon—one of his smaller shirts and some joggers, though he knew they would still be a little big on the younger man’s frame.

With the clothes in hand, he made his way back to Jiwon’s room, unlocking the door and stepping inside. Jiwon was sitting on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in his towel, his wet hair clinging to his skin.

“Here,” Rafayel said, tossing the clothes onto the bed. “They might be a little big, but they’ll do.”

Jiwon hesitated for a second before grabbing the clothes, mumbling a quick, “Turn around.”

Rafayel smirked but obliged, turning his back to him. He listened as Jiwon shuffled to get dressed, the sound of fabric rustling filling the room. When Jiwon finally cleared his throat, Rafayel turned back around, his eyes sweeping over the way his clothes draped over Jiwon’s smaller frame. The shirt was loose, slipping slightly off one shoulder, and the joggers were a bit baggy, the waistband tied tight to keep them from falling.

“Looks good on you,” Rafayel mused, amused by how Jiwon tugged at the fabric, clearly uncomfortable in clothes that weren’t his own.

Jiwon scoffed. “Shut up.”

Rafayel only chuckled before locking the door behind him again. “Stay here. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

Jiwon’s brows furrowed, but before he could protest, Rafayel was already gone.

A short while later, Rafayel returned with a tray of food—warm rice, grilled meat, and a bowl of soup. The aroma filled the room, making Jiwon’s stomach twist painfully in hunger. But the moment Rafayel placed the tray on the nightstand, Jiwon turned his nose up at it, arms crossed defiantly.

“Eat,” Rafayel ordered, watching him closely.

Jiwon scoffed. “I don’t want it.”

Rafayel narrowed his eyes. “You haven’t eaten in days.”

“So?” Jiwon shot back, looking away.

Rafayel exhaled sharply, patience thinning. “For god’s sake, just eat.”

Jiwon shook his head, still refusing, and Rafayel’s jaw tightened. In one swift movement, he closed the space between them, grabbing Jiwon’s face in his hands, forcing him to look up at him.

Jiwon’s breath caught in his throat as Rafayel’s fingers traced along his jaw, his grip firm but not rough. His thumb brushed against Jiwon’s lower lip, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“You’re so damn stubborn,” Rafayel muttered, tilting Jiwon’s face slightly. “What are you trying to prove?”

Jiwon’s heart pounded, but he refused to answer, his lips pressed into a thin line. His body was betraying him again—his breath uneven, his skin tingling under Rafayel’s touch.

Rafayel’s fingers moved lower, his touch featherlight as he traced Jiwon’s throat, his collarbone. “You think starving yourself is going to change anything?”

Jiwon shivered involuntarily, his hands clenching into fists on his lap. “Let go.”

Rafayel smirked. “Eat first.”

Jiwon glared up at him, refusing to be the first to back down. But Rafayel was relentless, his fingers continuing their slow exploration, making Jiwon’s resolve waver.

“Fine,” Jiwon finally gritted out. “I’ll eat. Now let go.”

Satisfied, Rafayel released him, stepping back with a victorious smirk. “Good boy.”

Jiwon’s face burned as he reached for the food, muttering curses under his breath. But Rafayel only watched, amused, knowing he had won this round.

To be continued....