𝑺𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 • yeonbin

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✞︎ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 • mild aggression, religious satire ✞︎

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"𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 ride was shorter than soobin had expected, which he wasn't sure was a good or bad thing considering he dreaded every second inside the car, but would live in a prison in disguise from now on. st. mary's building was enormous, looked honestly out of a cliche movie where characters were trapped inside a boarding school of sorts. he hated it.

he had barely stepped out of the car before a nun was creepily standing at the entrance and waiting for him, her smile – that soobin guessed was supposed to be warm, but looked more like she was ready to murder someone – was large on her face and her hands were crossed in front of her body. he could already feel a headache approaching from simply standing before the place, wasn't too excited for when he would actually be inside.

"hello! welcome to st. mary's conservatory, it's a blessing to have you here. i'm carmen, the head mother." the nun spoke in an overly enthusiastic tone, smiling at his parents and shaking their hands as if that was the best moment of her life. she barely threw him a glance, like soobin was nothing or wasn't there at all, focusing solely on his parents while having her face frozen in that same smiley expression.

"good evening, i'm deeply sorry for the late arrive. as we explained to the principal, it was an urgent matter that couldn't wait. i'm eunhi choi and this is my husband sunghwa choi, thank you for having us." his mother used her usual professional tone, offering a single nod to the nun instead of a smile – soobin always thought she didn't know what sympathy was, but then again, he didn't either. "this is our son, soobin choi."

the nun finally averted her eyes to him slowly and yet fast – eyes snapping at him while her head moved with time – sending him another smile that he honestly thought was the most fake he ever saw, and he stared back at her in disdain before looking at her up and down. she looked like the typical nun from a horror movie: old, plain and fake. though, seeing something like that on a tv screen was completely different than in person, and a lot more unsettling.

"hello, dear. welcome to our conservatory, you will love it here, i'm certain." it was said in such a sweet tone, one that contrasted heavily with her expression, as if the words were trained out of her, something she got accustomed to saying. soobin bet all his weed this woman would drop the sweet act as soon as his parents left and he bet all his collection of dildos he could get in her nerves before that happened.

"i doubt so, just your face already makes me want to die, i can't even imagine what everything else will do. i mean– how the hell am i supposed to shove my fingers up my ass while knowing someone looking like that is in the same building as me, talk about a turn off." he almost grinned when watching the nun's eye twitch, as if she found way too hard to control herself and not let her mask crack. he was almost convinced the twitch felt creepier than the stoic smile, however.

"soobin shut up, show some respect at least once in your useless life." his mother spat, looking down at him even when he was taller, disgust hidden behind her expressionless eyes. "i apologize. as i said before, it's urgent."

"no problem, we know how to deal with boys like him, mrs choi."

"are you gonna abuse sexually of me like every so-called father of your excuse of a religion does with boys? rule number five, sit pretty on father's lap and suck his cock to learn how to shut your mouth." the nun closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, before looking at soobin in the eyes and going back to smiling.