𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 / 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

S2 ch 68

It started innocently enough.

The house was lazy and warm, sun bleeding through the windows. Jiwon was on the couch, curled up with one of the kittens in his lap, sipping warm milk. Everything felt… safe.

Until Rafayel walked in.

Shirtless.

Just a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, damp hair still wet from his shower, towel tossed over his shoulder.

And he looked like he knew he was a problem.

Jiwon froze. The kitten meowed and jumped off his lap, but he barely noticed.

His eyes were locked—no, glued—to Rafayel’s toned back, his shoulders, the faint line of muscle down his torso. The dark brown hair made his skin look warmer, his green eyes sharper. It was unfair.

Jiwon tried to blink. Look away. Breathe.

He failed all three.

“Dude,” Hyunjin muttered from the table. “Put on a damn shirt.”

Rafayel smirked, not even glancing over. “Why? You jealous?”

Hyunjin scoffed, “Yeah. Jealous of heat stroke from secondhand thirst.”

Jisung, seated nearby, looked from Rafayel to Jiwon. Then noticed just how long Jiwon had been staring. His lips curled into a mischievous smile, but he said nothing—just leaned over to Minho, whispering under his breath:

“Target acquired. Jiwon.exe is glitching.”

Minho followed his gaze. His expression didn’t change, but his eyes narrowed. Calculating. Protective.

“Let’s see how long this little crush lasts before I have to step in,” he murmured.

Back in the Kitchen

Rafayel was humming a low tune to himself, lazily flipping eggs in the pan. His muscles moved in rhythm with every motion—fluid and careless, like he didn’t know the damage he was doing.

But oh… he knew.

He glanced once—just once—over his shoulder.

Jiwon looked away so fast he knocked over his glass.

“Shit—” he grabbed napkins, flustered, hands shaking. “I’m fine. That was—nothing.”

“Want me to help clean up?” Rafayel called.

“No!” Jiwon shouted too fast, too loud, too obvious. “I mean—no. I got it.”

Rafayel bit back a grin and turned back to the stove.

Felix walked in, took one look at the scene, and immediately smirked. “Why is it suddenly 100 degrees in here?”

“Because Rafayel’s allergic to shirts,” Hyunjin deadpanned.

Rafayel turned, plate of eggs in hand. “This is my house too. I’ll wear what I want.”

Jiwon mumbled under his breath, “Unfortunately…”

“What was that?” Rafayel asked, walking over and setting the plate down next to him.

“Nothing!” Jiwon squeaked, refusing to make eye contact. He stood up so fast the kitten on the couch flopped to the side.

Rafayel leaned down, eyes soft and teasing. “You sure you’re not overheating?”

“I'm fine,” Jiwon repeated, cheeks blazing. “You just caught me off guard.”