𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 / 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

S2 ch 65

The kitchen was a mess-but it was Jiwon's mess. He stood at the counter, tongue slightly poking out as he carefully poured vanilla extract into a bowl, eyes narrowed in intense concentration. A dusting of flour covered the floor, the counter, and most of Jiwon's apron.

Everyone else had scattered, leaving the kitchen to him, but Rafayel had quietly drifted back in.

Jiwon didn't notice him at first. Then-

"Need help with that?" Rafayel asked, voice calm, as he leaned against the fridge with a lopsided smirk.

Jiwon jumped slightly and turned, clutching the little bottle like it was a holy artifact.

"No," he said quickly, like a child caught hiding snacks. "I told you already. Out."

Rafayel shrugged. "You look like you're trying to summon a demon, not make cupcakes."

"I will summon one," Jiwon threatened, stepping between Rafayel and the mixing bowl. "If you even touch a spoon."

"I'm just trying to help."

"I don't want your-whoa!"

In an attempt to protect his sacred batter, Jiwon reached for the bowl just as Rafayel casually flicked some flour toward the counter-and accidentally sent a puff of it right into Jiwon's face.

Silence.

Jiwon blinked through the white cloud, now covered in flour from his eyelashes to the tip of his nose.

"...You," he said slowly, voice dark with warning, "did not just do that."

Rafayel froze like a cat caught mid-pounce. "...Okay. Truce?"

Jiwon lunged for the flour bag.

"OH-NO-WAIT-"

Suddenly, Rafayel ducked just in time as a full handful of flour exploded against the wall behind him.

From the hallway, Jeongin leaned in, eyes wide. "Guys...?"

Hyunjin peeked over his shoulder. "Did he just throw flour?!"

"Don't!" Jisung whispered, laughing. "Just let it happen."

Back in the kitchen, it was full-on war.

"PUT THE SPOON DOWN, RAFAYEL!" Jiwon shouted, wielding a spatula like a sword as Rafayel grabbed another handful of flour and gently patted it onto Jiwon's head like snow.

"You look like a powdered donut," Rafayel said, grinning.

"YOU LOOK LIKE BAD DECISIONS," Jiwon yelled, throwing a handful straight at Rafayel's chest.

Flour flew everywhere. Onto the countertops, into the air, even up into the ceiling light. By the time it finally settled, both of them were completely white-from their hair to their eyelashes, dusted like ghosts.

And then-

Jiwon let out a shriek. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY KITCHEN!"

Rafayel burst out laughing, hands on his knees. "Me?! You were the one with the flying spatula!"

Jiwon pointed dramatically at the door. "OUT. NOW."

Still laughing, Rafayel held up his hands and backed away. "Alright, alright, I surrender!"

He stepped out of the kitchen still chuckling, leaving a trail of white footprints on the wooden floor. Jiwon followed and shoved him the rest of the way out, slamming the door with a huff.

The others were gathered around the hallway, trying and failing to keep straight faces.

Felix clapped once. "That was beautiful."