The house buzzed with quiet energy. Music played from the kitchen as Felix hummed while organizing the fridge. Changbin and Seungmin were curled up watching a movie. Jisung had his head in Minho’s lap, dozing off.
Jiwon walked into the room with a determined look on his face, a folded paper in his hand. Rafayel, sitting at the table reading something on his tablet, looked up the moment he felt Jiwon’s presence.
Jiwon: (clears throat)
“I’ve decided something.”
Rafayel: (smirking softly)
“That serious tone usually means you’re about to do something chaotic.”
Jiwon: (ignoring the tease)
“I want to start working.”
Everyone went quiet.
Seungmin: (raising a brow)
“Working… like actual working?”
Jiwon:
“Yes. Like a normal person. I found a part-time job at a small flower shop near downtown. It’s chill, low stress.”
Minho: (putting a hand up)
“Hold up. You just randomly decided this?”
Jiwon:
“I didn’t randomly decide anything. I’ve been thinking about it. I need purpose. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m glass.”
Rafayel: (quietly)
“Ji…”
Jiwon turned to him, softening his tone.
Jiwon:
“I know you’re worried. I know I still… pass out sometimes. And I still get flashes. But I’m stronger now. And I won’t be alone. The shop is owned by an old lady who literally gives people tea and knits at the counter. If I collapse, I’ll probably land on a pillow of lavender.”
Felix:
“That actually sounds kinda nice.”
Hyunjin: (teasing)
“If you pass out in a flower shop, you’ll become one of the aesthetic Instagram boys. #flowerboyfalldown.”
Jiwon: (snorts)
“Honestly? Worth it.”
Rafayel stood up and crossed the room. He gently placed his hand on the side of Jiwon’s face, brushing his thumb against his cheek.
Rafayel: (soft, worried)
“I’m not trying to trap you, love. I just… can’t watch you collapse again. It terrifies me. Every single time.”
Jiwon: (smiling gently)
“You’ve protected me through everything. Let me prove I can protect myself too now.”
Rafayel: (sighs, nods)
“Only if you let me pick you up every day. No arguments.”
Jiwon: (smirking)
“Deal. But you better bring snacks.”
Rafayel: (grinning)
“Only if you wear that oversized sweater I like.”
Jiwon:
“... The one that makes me look like I stole a blanket?”
Rafayel: (leans closer, voice low)
“You look like sin wrapped in soft cotton. Don’t argue.”
The next day, Jiwon sat in the passenger seat, adjusting the sleeves of a pale beige knit sweater — yes, that one — with a little smirk playing on his lips. Rafayel leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching him with quiet admiration.
Jiwon:
“Nervous for me?”
Rafayel:
“Terrified. But proud.”
Jiwon leaned over, pecking his cheek, then pulled away with a teasing grin.
Jiwon:
“Don’t miss me too much. I’ll only be gone for a few hours.”
Rafayel: (pulling him back by the sweater)
“You’re lucky I let you leave the bed.”
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