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requested by @Jjjungkkok ONESHOT | 28
🚨 Disclaimer: I'm not very familiar with the role of a priest, so there may be inaccuracies in how I portray it. This story is purely fictional, and I've taken creative liberties with certain aspects. I hope you enjoy it regardless!
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The grand hall of the village church was bathed in a soft, golden glow. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting vivid patterns of saints and angels onto the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, the gentle flicker of candlelight adding to the sacred ambiance. At the altar, High Priest Jungkook stood tall, his long black robes flowing gracefully around him. His dark hair framed his serene yet commanding face, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. His voice was deep and soothing, filling the space with a quiet authority that held the villagers captive. "Faith is not merely belief—it is surrender. To devote oneself fully is to walk in the light of the Divine, to let Him guide our hearts and free us from the burdens of doubt." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the congregation. They trusted him, revered him. In their eyes, Jungkook was more than just a priest—he was their beacon, their unwavering pillar of purity and righteousness.
Over the years, many women had admired him, some daring to dream of catching his attention. But Jungkook had never faltered. He was a man of faith, untainted by desire, unmoved by the temptations of the flesh. His devotion was absolute, his heart untouched. After the sermon, the villagers gathered around him, seeking his wisdom and guidance. An elderly woman clutched his hands, her eyes brimming with worry. "High Priest, my grandson is ill again. No medicine seems to help," she whispered, desperation clear in her voice. Jungkook's expression softened. "I will visit him tomorrow and pray for his recovery," he assured her. Another villager, a middle-aged man, stepped forward. "The harvest this year has been weak, Father. What should we do?" "Trust in His plan," Jungkook replied. "Work hard, remain faithful, and He will provide." The villagers nodded, comforted by his words. He had always been their guiding hand, the embodiment of righteousness. There was no doubt in their minds—Jungkook was untouchable, a man wholly devoted to the Divine.
But then, something shifted. A breeze drifted in from the open church doors, carrying with it an unfamiliar presence. His eyes flickered toward the entrance, his voice momentarily faltering as a figure passed by. A young woman. Jungkook watched as you walked along the village path, luggage in hand, your eyes filled with curiosity as you took in the surroundings. There was something almost fragile about the way you carried yourself—like someone stepping into an entirely new world. Your presence was out of place, an anomaly in the village's quiet routine. "Who is she?" Jungkook asked, his voice lower than usual. The older man beside him followed his gaze. "Ah... that must be the Park girl. She's been away for years, studying in the city. Her parents passed some time ago, but their house at the edge of the village is still hers. Seems she's finally returned." Jungkook's lips pressed into a firm line, his gaze locked onto you. You didn't seem to notice him. You were too busy looking around, observing the village that was both familiar and foreign to you.
