church boy

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'ugh, why do i have to go to church?'

i sigh as i stare outside the car's window. i am forced to go to church every sunday. i have to endure an hour long session.

i sighed for the millionth time this morning as we make our way to the pews(the benches).

since my family is religious, and kinda is influential in the church, we sat in front. i internally rolled my eyes as i heard my mother talk to her friend about how thankful she is to have a perfect family.

oh, if her friend only knew how fake my parents are...

everyone settles down as the mass starts. i act "properly" so i dont get scolded cause you know, im a rebel but im still scared of being scolded.

i sang the entrance song, since i am forced to, or else i will hear an hour long preach about how im tainting the family's image.

i tune out the rest of whats going on, until...

the readings.

holy mother of chris, he looks hawt.

he also looks cute, in his white button-up shirt, tucked into his denim pants.

i dont know why, but i kept staring at him.

his voice is so deep oh my gosh.

i can feel my heart beat faster and my cheeks burn.

what is this feeling?

and with that, he finished. though i still stared at him secretly (hes very obvious but hmm let him lie).

the priest started preaching and i kept glancing at him. he glowed, like he was one of the angels, maybe someday he can be my angel.

he looked around, and i immediately turned my head. i acted like i was focused on what the priest was saying but truthfully, i was looking at him in my peripheral view.

sadly, for me, the mass has ended. i have to act happy and religious in front of older people for anlther half an hour. for what? for my family's image.

"hello jisung, how are you?" an older woman asked me. i internally sigh as i fake a smile and say im fine. she then proceeds to compliment my parents for "raising" me "properly."

i looked down and rolled my eyes, as my parents laugh with their "friends."

finally, after years of waiting and standing beside them, smiling, my parents excused us and left.

i cant wait for next sunday. i hope hes there.