purity //myg

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I hesitantly walk beside him, towards the big, white, Roman Catholic church.  I feel like a fish out of water, what the hell am I doing here anyways?

"Yoongi?" I ask and he hums. "Why did you bring me here?"

I was curious from the minute he parked his car in front of where his father worked. What could we possibly want on a Saturday morning in the church?

"I want to show you something." He responds, not bothering to look at me.

We reach the building's large entrance and Yoongi, being the gentleman he's always been, holds the door open for me to go in.

This is so fucking wrong, I say to myself. Me being here.

But I made a promise and I have to keep it.

Not just because it's a promise, like I give a shit about it. But mostly because of the person I made that promise to.

I can't let Yoongi down.

I take a deep breath, then slowly make my way inside. I'm anxious, I can't deny it. I don't know why, it's not like I expect any priest to come up to me saying 'hey you, why'd you not come to church? It's been years' and shit.

But step by step, I feel even more weird being in what the call 'house of God', like their god is really living in there.

I just don't get it.

I decide to turn around and look behind me for Yoongi but before I do, I feel his hand brush my shoulder.

"Sorry." He speaks in a low tone. Well he anyways speaks this way but I guess in the church it is more noticeable since it's a peaceful place with silence.

I take a moment to observe the place surrounding me. The walls are painted a sugary-like white and the poles supporting the balcony and the dome above what I know as the Sanctuary have golden painted details and sculpted details on their head. Just like in every church there are wooden benches for the believers in two rows, in both right and left of the room. There are also a lot of pots with white and pink flowers and I kind of like that.

But what seems to catch my eye the most are the gigantic pieces of stained glass behind the Sanctuary. In general, the vast amount of windows allowed the sun rays to come inside and keep the place lighten up and shining like it was the Paradise. But the stained glass is so amazing and although I didn't expect that, it soothes me.

What are those pipes over there? Is it what I think it might be?

"Follow me." Yoongi gently takes my wrist, causing my skin to burn up under his touch.

He's about to turn left when a manly voice calls out for him.

"Yoongi! What took you so long today? Ah you brought a friend with you!"

We both turn our heads to the direction of the voice. Yoongi instantly lets go of my hand and moves forward.

"Dad, this is Arianna. Arianna, that's my dad, the Pastor." Yoongi introduces us.

The man smiles at me with warmth. He looks as if he's around his 40s, a few inches taller than his son, dressed in full black clothes.

"Nice to meet you Arianna. What a nice name you've got."

He holds his hand out to me and I notice it looks like Yoongi's, big pams with long and skinny fingers. I take it and we shake hands.