The Priest's Son

Father Kim

Third-person pov

Jungkook was filled in on everything he missed in the past three years as they all settled on the rundown beige couches that decorated the shared home. It was a warm cosy house, littered with photos of family and friends, warn-in floorboards, discoloured pillows and a somewhat musty smell in the air. It felt like a well-used home to Jungkook.

After finishing their little reunion, they each settled at the dining table, after having a very serious Jin yelling at them to situate their asses at the table instead of the couch. "So, this an exceedingly religious town filled with Christians who all believe that liking the same gender is a sin. The priest is also the founder and sort of patron for this town, his son is this mystical angel who is considered the 'golden boy' and you made friends with him?" Jungkook spoke in one breath, slightly panting after finishing the sentence. 

The others nodded dumbly. "Okay, got it," Jungkook mumbled as Jin served up the steaming dishes of ramen and dumplings. "Dig in pigs, we shall eat like kings tonight!" He yelled cheerfully as he began piling his plate high with the dishes. The others all chuckled in the change of mood and happily dug in. Jungkook felt uneasy about this town, and how his friends were either forced to abide by the town's unlawful opinions by hiding their true selves, or to be deathly hated for loving the same gender - being slandered and compared to the devil. Great. Jungkook's thoughts halted when he noticed everyone looking at him sadly. 

"We can tell, you are uneasy Kook," Yoongi stated loudly. Jungkook bit his lip in response, gulping down the saliva that began filling up his mouth. "I-I just, I hate how unfair this is," he mumbled quietly. "You shouldn't have to hide who you are, nor should people be able to speak so cruelly to you!" He spoke a little louder. The others breathed quietly, trying to formulate a response to the younger's troubled thoughts. "That's how we must be if we want to stay here Kook," Namjoon began to say. "Father Kim, he is a very powerful man. Besides his religious beliefs, he is a nice man. He has never done anything to us, he has rather told people to ignore us - which can be seen as a good or a bad thing I guess," Jin finished, looking at Jungkook with a slight smile on his face. 

"I-I get that, but that doesn't mean that he isn't the cause as to why people treat you like this," Jungkook answered unsurely, yet confidently. The other's looked at the maknae understandably, Jimin raised his voice, the sentence leaving the younger slightly scared yet curious. "It's Sunday tomorrow, which means that it is compulsory mass. You will be able to meet him and his son tomorrow." Jungkook then turned to the brown-headed boy, and shot a slight smile to him "Can't wait to meet them." 

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Jungkook pov

It was now Sunday and we were on our way to church, walking as it was only 5 minutes down the street. We neared the large building that I briefly examined the day before, it now dawning on me just how tantalising the building was. I began getting slightly scared yet annoyed when we walked in, seeing faces full of disgust and hearing the sneers and rude slander focused on Namjoon and Jin. As I walked I saw a few girls turn to look at me, some giggling, some smiling and some smirking; God this will be an annoying hour and a half. We took our seats three rows from the front, me on the aisle seat. 

Harmonious singing began to sound in the large space like a record when the pianist began to play. If I hadn't known how sickeningly crude people were here I would have enjoyed the opening hymn. The priest began walking down the aisle, he had gentle features and a gracious smile painted on his lips, the utter contrast of his somewhat unfair ideologies. His white garments adorned his tall figure and his black hair swayed slightly as he stepped towards the alter, he was probably in his late 40s, only a few wispy white hairs in view. As my gaze shifted from the priest I could feel my heart flutter at the boxy smile adorned on the boy that was walking behind him.