The Priest's Son

Fire and ice

45 minutes prier

Third-person pov

Taehyung was kneeling in front of the altar, his father in front of him, furious. It had been roughly a month since Jungkook had arrived in their small little town, appeasing Father Kim's nerves every time he saw him, better yet, he had been spending almost all his time with his son. When he found out that Taehyung was starting to rebel and lie to him he became uneasy and angry that his own son would turn to side with the devil.

The seminar rooms, there were three. One which was never used for its intended purpose, indeed used for Taehyung solely, it was a small confined space that was yet to be renovated, and extremely dark when the door was closed.  In a normal seminar room, there was a small podium to the left, a little alter at the back of the room and around 8 rows of chairs, the walls were a solemn white, the chairs black; The room's decor was a paradox in itself. These rooms were typically used for reconciliation and for confession; The chairs were black as the people who sat on them were full of sin and were not as pure as the walls that surrounded them. 

They were housed behind the main church, only accessible by cleaning staff and Father Kim. The first two were situated next to each other, a cleaning cupboard between them. The third was located down a flight of stairs to the left of the emergency exit. It was an unfinished storage room that was forgotten by almost everyone - a perfect place to send boys who disobeyed their fathers. Unlike the other rooms, the electricity and service did not work in there, it was highly dangerous and extremely dark when the door was completely shut.

This door had a key lock and a newly added switch lock after finding out that his son had made a duplicate key so he could never be truly locked in - considering he hated confined spaces and he was petrified of the dark since he was a child. The room was peculiarly small, only two or three people could fit, making it already a tight space but with the lights off, it felt even smaller. 

Taehyung was in one of the seminar rooms, his arms shakily placed on his knees. "Confess, dear boy. Confess your sins," Father Kim started. Standing above the shaking boy, his body exuding power and authority. The quivering boy stayed quiet. "Who were you with these past few weeks Taehyung," he finished. "J-Jiminie, Y-Yoongi a-and-" He could feel his father crouch down in front of him, a harsh slap resting against his cheek. He flinched.

"You know what I mean Taehyung," the pastor growled deeply. Tears began leaking out of his eyes, "I-I was with Jungkook," he muttered quietly. His gaze quickly met that of his father's when he felt a hand grab and wrench on his hair, forcing him to look upwards. "And what did I say," the pastor continued, pulling the boy's hair harder, forcing him to fall over, landing harshly on his back. "N-not to talk to him," Taehyung sniffled.

"He is a carnation of the devil, boy, I said that he was a bad influence. You proved that statement true when you went behind my back and lied to me," He yelled growling. "I-I'm sorry father," he uttered sadly. "How many times," he started, his gaze piercing through Taehyung's innocent eyes. "HOW MANY TIMES." He screamed as he placed another slap on Taehyung's cheek - the soft tissue forming a purple bruise. 

"T-three times," Taehyung whimpered out, holding his bruised cheekbone. "You know what that means," he growled forcing Taehyung up to his feet, his hand still gripping with excruciating strength practically dragging Taehyung out of the room. "N-No! NO! P-Please! NO!" He began whimpering, he can't stand being in there. He became restless, trying to fight his father's grip, his agonising screams filling the air. "SHUT UP TAEHYUNG! YOU WILL LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER," He screamed, slapping the boy once again.

Taehyung wouldn't stop fighting, he would do anything to avoid going there. "P-please I-I'll d-do anything!" He sniffled loudly. His eyes were a dark red, his cheeks were heavily bruised and he could feel his hair beginning to rip out of his scalp from his fathers iron grip. His legs went limp as he heard the click of the dreaded door. He screamed and fought and tried to pinch at his father's hand to let him go, but his strong grip never ceased. It never would.

"HE IS A SINNER TAEHYUNG. ALL OF THOSE BOYS ARE." He screamed as he threw the boy into the shabby closet of a room. Taehyung's body collided with a stray piece of metal, almost stabbing him in the side of his ribs. He shrieked loudly, but not as loud until he realised he was in here. Again. He began shaking his head, "N-No, they, they aren't! T-they are good people!" He began defending his friends again, knowing they didn't deserve the slander his father was giving them.

"Enough Taehyung," He screeched as he forcefully closed the door and locked it. Twice. The loud whimpers and shrieks only became louder as the poor boy began banging on the somewhat strong door with his curled fists. Begging his father to let him out. "Yes, they are. They all are. It's in the bible. The sooner you exile them from your life, the sooner you will be pure." He said shaking his head, shoving the key into his dress pants as he spoke quietly.

"Three times you went against me, so it will be three hours until I let you out," He said calmly, small tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry son, but you must obey the lord." He uttered as he walked away and left the building, voiding out all of the agonising screams and whimpers of his son. 

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current time

Third-person pov

The six boys were currently running down the street after seeing dark clouds of smoke fill their nostrils. They looked horrified, seeing the church up in flames - same as the other residents of the town, who were trying to put out the fire; the fire brigade only minutes away. Sure it was a church, they were quite happy that is was burning to the ground - the tears shed earlier stopped as they are glad they will have some time before masses will be forced upon them once again.

Their happiness didn't last long when everyone saw a very dishevelled and panicked Fr Kim rushing towards the charred building. Everyone was trying to stop him until he screeched, "MY SON IS STILL IN THERE!" The six grew still, sweat dripping down their brows as they quickly rushed towards the building - they too being stopped. 

Jungkook pov

My blood ran cold hearing those words, my eyes bulged out of their sockets as I pushed through the weak arms that were trying to stop me. Do they really think they can hold a boxer? Think again. I ran through the door before the wooden entrance caved in, blocking what I knew was the only escape - for now. 

"TAEHYUNG!" I screamed loudly, my skin begging to boil at the heat as I saw the pews and the sides of the building sparking and turning a charcoal black. The door to the back rooms was barely hanging on its hinges - I supposed that this was where other people escaped through. I screamed, trying to hear if I could hear his voice. "TAE! TAEHYUNG! BABE!" I screeched with tears in my eyes.

I could hardly see anything and my whole body was throbbing from the heat. I stumbled through the narrow hallway, opening both doors - revealing no Taehyung. I followed the path towards some steps, until what I heard made my blood curdle. 

"HELP! HELP! S-SOME-O-ONE!" I heard some yell, a loud series of desperate bangs on a warped door followed. My eyes widened, knowing that voice anywhere. "TAE!" I screamed. Running towards the door, I slammed my fisted hands into the wooden door, then stepping back to kick it down. The small dents then turned into the loud cracking of wood as the two locks on the door snapped in half, I heaved the door open. The site inside completely breaking me.

A beaten up, petrified Taehyung whimpered as he latched onto me. I couldn't focus as I felt the heat and began breathing in smoke - it was only then that I had realised that the room was on fire. That the air we were currently struggling to breathe was nothing but smoke - wafting of off the huge dancing flames that were soon to eat us.

I grabbed his hand and ran towards the emergency exit at the end of the hallway, barely making it out before completely passing out from the heat and the amount of smoke that was now settling in my lungs.

Before my eyesight is fried, I see Taehyung, still on the grass beside me. His skin - if I can call it that, a petrified red, bruising around his arms and legs, and the left side of his torso. Utterly gushing out blood at a steady pace.

Before I could do a double-take at his wounds, I was soon cocooned into a heavy warmth - almost boiling my blood; But leaving my skin, ice cold.