The Damnation of a Saint [BBH x READER]

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Tags: religious themes

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"Thank you so much for coming this quickly" you thanked the man as he stood in the impressive frame of the heavy convent door.

You took a step aside to let him in but he just stands before the front steps not moving an inch. You throw him a puzzled look but he just stares back blankly at you. There's a moment of hesitation.

"Please come in" you hesitantly say while amicably smiling at the man.

"Thank you" he simply responds.

As soon as he steps foot in the door frame you feel a cold breeze run on your neck under the habit and shivers run down your spine. It's true that fall is well advanced now but such cold winds are usually never felt before winter. But you make little of a simple gust of wind.

"Hi. I'm sister y/n. Nice to meet you" you stick your hand out to him. He looks down at it and fumbles with the tool boxes but he just politely nods back at you.

"Sorry, my hands are kinda dirty" he laughs nervously "and the name is Baekhyun" he flashes the brightest smile you have ever seen. For a second your heart skips a beat and a foreign feeling blossoms in your chest. You never expected this unknown plumber to be this handsome.

He had shiny chestnut brown hair resting on his head and just as healthy round, fluffy cheeks. A defined jawline, high cheek bones and on his glossy skin were scattered here and there some discreet moles.

His body was cladded in an unbuttoned navy blue overall that let peak out a simple white t-shirt underneath. You could tell the outfit had undergone various difficult jobs as the fabric was thinned out at his knees and had various stains of paints and plaster.

He looked like a kind man. Like the kind of person you would give communion to without confession. The kind of person that just has a good heart. It was that kind of reassuring and warm aura that you felt from him. Something that puts you at ease right away.

You led him to the faulty boiler.

Right away he got on one knee and started to inspect the recalcitrant piece of machinery.

"Well I'll leave you to work on your own" you said as you retreated to take your leave. Baekhyun only politely nodded and smiled in your direction before turning his attention back to the problem.

While the plumber was working you put your time to good use and organized the paperwork of the Mother superior. Doing such work was always tedious for her because she wasn't exactly the organized kind of woman but you were and you knew doing that you would be of great help to her but also the rest of the convent. Since the task was quite large, it took quite a long time and it's only when your stomach emitted a loud grumble that you realised the evening was well advanced.

You figured Mr Byun was hungry or at the very least thirsty after working for so long. So you grabbed a metal tray and brought him a set of the specialty sugar cookies the convent was selling and a generous serving of cold water embellished with a dash of freshly squeezed lemon juice to make sure Mr Byun's thirst would be well quenched.

When you passed the archway that was leading to the boiler room your heart nearly stopped beating when your eyes met the working plumber.

Swiftly you spinned on your feet and hid yourself behind the wall, only peeking an eye out the corner to still be able to witness the novel scene taking place in front of you.

Baekhyun had tightened the sleeves of his blue overalls around his waist and was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Clearly the labor was not restful because even of you couldn't tell if it was from sweat or from the leaking water of the boiler his white t shirt was wet and sticking to his skin, making the fabric lightly translucid, you could guess the pink colour of his nipples and the outline of his well built body underneath. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up and were tightly hugging his congested arms while his long fingers were wrapped around a wrench as each twist of his wrist was making the veins of his forearm bulge out.