I'm Seeing Angels | Minchan

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Throughout the week, Minho would try talking to Chan, even when it was the most inconvenient time for him to do so and he knew it. He would even tell Chan that he knew that he shouldn't have been talking, but he thought it would be funny to mess with him. Chan had grown tired of Minho very quickly, and Minho could tell, so he decided he was going to do something about it.

It was Sunday morning, and he was working the Mass as usual. It was the late morning mass, so it was only around 11:00 A.M. but Chan was still tired. Minho had kept him up almost all night, letting him get barely three hours of sleep.

The sermon he was giving today was kind of fitting. It was on the topic of trials and suffering. Maybe Chan wasn't suffering to the same extent as Jesus was the night before he was nailed to the cross, but he was definitely being tried, having to deal with Minho all the time.

Chan took a break in the sermon to look out in the audience, glancing at a few people's faces but mostly skimming over everyone. "God puts us through tests. It can be hard, very hard, and debilitating at times. It would be easy to give up and say that you're done. It would be so much easier to just say 'screw it' and forget everything and go on your own way than to face your challenges and persevere through them. Looking out at the people in front of me and the people closest to me, I can't tell you how many times, if I were in their shoes, I would've thrown everything away and just hid from the world. There's a lot that we can put up with, and there's a lot that we do put up with. Now, of course, this isn't to say that every hardship, you should try to overcome. There are certain things that you need to absolutely walk away from and forget about. But generally speaking, you've got to try to push through to see the other side." He walked back over to the podium, lifting the Bible up above his head. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The Gospel of the Lord."

"Thanks be to God," the crowd spoke all together. Chan placed the book back down and sat back down in his seat, centered on the altar.

The service continued as normal with no interruptions from Minho, which was strange. He had interrupted the Saturday evening service, but he hadn't said a word during either of the Sunday services. Chan wasn't upset at all by this situation, in fact, he was rather pleased with it. The less he had to hear from Minho, the better.

Once again, there was the line of church-goers, making their way out as they said their goodbyes to Chan. So far, three-quarters of the line down, and not one unfamiliar face. He thanked God in his mind, knowing that the chances of him having to talk to anybody new were slim.

That was until he saw a man in the line that he had never seen before, yet something about his face looked rather familiar. It was strange. This man had never attended services before, and Chan knew that. He knew that he had never seen this man before in his life, but there was something about him that made his brain think that he has.

"Staring is rude, Father," the man spoke with a smile and a glint in his eye as he shook Chan's hand.

Chan heard his voice, and that's when it hit him. He knew exactly who this was. As much as he wanted to raise hell right then and there, he couldn't. He had to keep his composure while still at the church, and he knew that Minho knew this. And he knew that Minho was going to do whatever he could to make these few seconds a living nightmare.

"What is your name?" Chan asked with a smile, biting back all the harsh words he wanted to spew at the angel. He took Minho's hand in his to shake, just as he did with all the other members of the church.

"Lee Minho. It's nice to meet you, Father. Your sermon was very well done. Good job on that," Minho smiled, squeezing Chan's hand slightly before letting go and walking out of the church, finding a group of people to mingle with.