Witch in the Woods

Chapter 13:

(A/N: I'm double uploading, meaning I was supposed to upload this 'yesterday' which was by birthday. Sadly, I got sidetracked in all the festivities. So, instead I shall upload this at 12 in the morning the 'next day'...woo)

"W-What?"

"The man, the one with the bright silver eyes. You like him, right? You can't seem to stop thinking about him-"

"How do you know about him?"

Jin's voice was stern, his gaze accusatory. The priest leaned in too close for comfort, eyes narrowed with a glint of anger. Jungkook then realized how much privacy he just invaded, guilt, and the sudden need to explain himself, washing over him.

"Wait, that's not what I meant, I'm sorry. Let me explain, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything, I was just curious, and your mind was practically screaming this one thought about that one dude. In fact, I didn't even really have a choice- "

"Jungkook,"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up, and go to the sanctuary,"

"But- "

"No"

"The voices- "

"Go to the sanctuary,"

He has really done it now, Jungkook hasn't seen Jin this angry since...well...he attacked that healer. Not to mention, the tone of finality the priest used could only mean one thing. He was going to the service, and nothing would change his mind. Even if Jungkook was rolling on the floor in pain, he would have to sit through the hymns and blessings. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that man to Jin...

Well it's too late now.

Jungkook got up with reluctance, grumbling under his breath as he made his way to the door. Before he could leave, Jin grabbed his wrist, giving him an amused expression.

"You aren't going in your sleepwear, are you?"

Jungkook slammed his palm against his forehead, growing red. He forgot that he only just woke up not even 10 minutes ago, although the constant dull buzz of pain in his back kept him up most nights, this night was one of the rare exceptions. The pain was dulled enough so that it wasn't unbearable, but always ever present so that it wouldn't ever leave the forefront of his mind, it was always there. Like a constant bug flying around your head that you just can't get to leave you alone.

"Oh, and Jungkook, you aren't allowed to wear white shirts in public,"

Jungkook looked at the preacher in confusion, that soon turned into anger. He was ready to argue the fact that he might have indeed invaded Jin's privacy, but getting rid of his right to wear white shirts was just wrong and unfair. Although before he could get a word out, or even read his mind, Jin was gone.

Jungkook huffed, pouting at nothing. Dragging his feet towards his wardrobe to put on a non-white shirt, because apparently, he had no rights in this church.

Albeit, he wasn't made aware of the sprawled-out rune on his back, and the fact that said rune would shine straight through a white shirt. Black was a much better cover up, the town couldn't know that their priest-in-training was harboring such magic, it was just taboo. 

In fact, if you asked Jungkook about all the weird magic-related occurrences he experienced, he would tell you he never asked for any of it, no one ever did.

After pulling on a black button up Sunday shirt and a pair of black slacks, Jungkook slipped into his shoes. Muttering about how evil the church was for stripping him of his choosen wardrobe.