Sinner

Hoseok

"I hate him! I fucking hate him! Appa thinks he's so damn perfect but he's not!" I groan out, pissed beyond belief at being forced to go to church camp. More like reformation camp.

"Surely he's not so bad." Jimin coos, rubbing my upper thighs teasingly while I sit back and sip my beer. I met Jimin two years ago. Both of us hated our home lives and siblings so we immediately hit it off and now when I run from home for a few days, I run with him.
I grab his hair and pull him up into a hot, passionate, dirty kiss. If only appa new I fucked guys. I'm sure I'd be kicked out faster than I could fall to my knees and pray. They'd definitely disown me. Besides, they don't need me. They have their perfect son, Yoongi. God, it makes me sick. He makes me sick.
It's bad enough I'm the adopted kid. The outcast. While Yoongi bares all the respect and honor of the Min family name. All known as super religious nuts in various circles around several different regions. The Mins are known as being a God serving family. All go into church work, every family member. Except for me, of course.
Fucking Yoongi...a priest? They've got to be kidding me. I can see his true self a mile away. He's no fucking Holier than I am. Asshole. What makes it all worse is that he never does anything! I try so hard to get a rise out of him. His control is endless! It's not natural.
Jimin breaks out of the kiss, unzipping my pants and sliding his hand inside. I moan as his fingers wrap around my head and stroke. God, I'd love to see my brother's angelic, stoic, face right now if he saw me with another guy. About to get a blow job from another guy?
He'd probably try to drown me in holy water then go hide in a corner and pray for me for a few days before telling appa who'd then get rid of me. For once. Just once I'd love to see that careful control of his snap. He's human just like the rest of us. He has to feel, too, right?
God, I hate him. "So how has it been since Jungkook has gotten back?" I sigh.
He stops touching me, scowling. "Ugh, a nightmare. I hate that little bitch. Why does he have to be such a little kiss ass?" He lays back and chucks a rock on the ground, annoyed. "It's bad enough I'm the black sheep of the family because I don't like conforming! But no...Kookie just has to make it worse by being the perfect little son. They all basically ignore me now. I could probably never come back home and they'd never fucking notice." He glares.
I pull him into a hug, burying my face in his neck. "You have me. All we have is each other." I smile.
He sniffles, wiping his eyes. "I know. I'm really glad I met you, Seokie." He chuckles sweetly.

I study Jimin's perfect features in near disbelief even after all this time. He's just too unreal. For such a very bad boy, he's so angelic looking. So pure. He could fucking pass as a saint himself. Too pretty for this cruel world.
    Too pretty for the ways he sullies himself. Even for me. He's too young to be jaded and used the way he lets himself be. I'm glad I found him. Can make him mine.
"Me, too, Jimin." I kiss him deeply, pushing his body back on the dirty ground, touching everything I can reach before his phone rings. Groaning, he pushes me back and sits up, frowning.
"It's Kookie." He rolls his eyes, hitting the answer button. "What do you want loser?"
I listen quietly as he argues with his younger brother. He snaps the phone shut after only a couple minutes. "I have to go." He stands, dusting off his jeans.
I stare at him longingly not wanting to be alone yet. I have to let him go, though, so with a promise to see him later, I decide to head back home to Hell.

The house is dark and quiet when I get home. I know eomma and appa are already asleep but I'm surprised to see the light to Yoongi's room still on. I creep over to his door and crack it open, peaking inside curiously.
My eyes widen as I catch sight of his back. He's shirtless, throwing clothes messily into a duffle bag. I know he's leaving for camp early to start his stupid training. If I didn't hate him so much, I'd pity him.
My eyes are drawn to the dark still bleeding welts on his bare skin. Six long marks mar his whole back. It looks red and swollen, infected maybe. I chew on my lip, debating what to do or say when he turns suddenly as if sensing me there.
His body jerks in surprise when his eyes meet mine. Slowly, he walks over to the door and pushes it closed in my face without a word. Scoffing, I kick his door. Did I almost pity the jackass? God, I must be losing it. I honestly can't wait for Yoongi to finish his training and get out of my life.
As soon as he becomes a priest he'll move into the small apartment above our church. All I can say is good riddance.