Sinner

Hoseok

     "There has to be something we can do." I sigh, leaning back onto Jin's chest. Right now we're his office in the church while he files paperwork. It always feels so weird for me to be here, sitting on my boyfriend's lap. Who happens to be the fucking priest. It blows my mind.
     He caresses my thigh and I hiss. Still sore from the other night. "You okay, babe?" He asks, not taking his eyes off his work.
     "Yeah. I just...I'm so worried about them, Jinnie. I have a really bad feeling about this. I'm so afraid something else bad is going to happen and none of us can take much more."
    He stops and turns me around to face him, my legs straddling his hips. He gazes into my eyes, caressing my cheek. "Talk to me, baby."
     I nod slowly. "I just don't understand. You're a priest and I know you have so much faith in God...but how could he let so much misery happen to such amazing people? It's not fair." I wipe a tear. "I don't want to feel this way but I do and I can't stop it. I hate this. It makes me hate Him." I admit.
     He doesn't judge me or repute me. "Hoseok...sometimes bad things have to happen for good ones to evolve. Everything in this world happens for a reason. Because of your horrible family...it brought you to me and Yoongi to Jimin. I know you were upset with your breakup with Jimin but it was just meant to be. Now we have each other, right?" He explains gently.
     I lick my lips. "But because of our breakup, now they both suffer. How was that a good thing?"
     He nods. "Those two love each other so much. Love is messy and complicated. It's not easy. Love always carries as much misery as joy. It's a balance. We can prove that ourselves, right?" He asks.
     I nod, hugging him tight. "Okay."
    "Because of that night with Jimin, you were able to find out about Yoongi's drug addiction and save his life. If you had not have been with Jimin, you probably never would have found out about it. Something good came out of that situation." He continues.
     I huff in frustration but I suppose he's right. "You can't always find a silver lining."
     He chuckles. "It's my job, Hoseok. To find the good within the bad. To help those who believe them to be the worst of sinners." He stares into my eyes, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. "But what people seem to forget is that we are all sinners. No one on the planet is without guilt or some crime or sin in the Lord's eye. No sin is bigger than the other." He pauses. "I sometimes forget that myself. It's remembering that that let me pull you back to me and vanquish my inner demons. I can't be perfect. No one can."
     Have I mentioned how much I love this man? Nope? Well...I do. "Why do you always know what to say?" I pout.
    He kisses me. "It's a gift."
    I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. "I'm glad you came back to me." I admit against his lips.
     He grasps my hips, tilting his head to explore my mouth. "Me, too, baby. Me too."
     Unfortunately our make out session doesn't last long since he's working and people come frequently to visit him. I leave his office after a while and call Jimin. I'm still worried about him.
     "Jin was right." Is the first thing he says.
     I frown. "What?"
     "Namjoon is in there with Yoongi. He's h-hurting him. He has bruises all over him." I can hear the fact he's been crying.
     "Okay. Maybe we can try to get him out early or have him transferred?" I suggest.
     "D-do you think we can do that?" He sniffles.
     I glance back at my boyfriend's office. "No but Jin maybe can. He runs a youth group for troubled teens, remember? Maybe he can say or do something to help Yoongi's rehabilitation. Maybe he can have him released in his care."  
      He gasps. "You think so?"
     I bite my lip. "Let me talk to Jin, Alright? If anyone can help, he can."
     I wait until after all of Jin's meetings are over before hesitantly walking back inside. He looks tired and run down. Seeing me, though, he smiles and pats his lap.
     I immediately sit on his lap and wrap my arms around him. "I want to ask you something."
    "Okay."
    "Do you think you could talk to the rehabilitation center or someone to have Yoongi released in your care? I just thought since you run that troubled youth thing maybe they would let him out early for you...."
     He thinks it over. "I'll go first thing in the morning and ask them, Alright?"
     Smiling widely, I nod and kiss him. "Thank you so much."
     He chuckles. "I'm not saying they will let me but I'll try, baby. You know you don't have to ask. I'll do anything for you boys." He mumbles against my mouth.
    I yelp as he stands with me in his arms. I lock myself around him as he turns the light off and carries me to the car. I laugh as he swats my ass hard before setting me in the passenger seat.
    He pecks my cheek before getting in behind the wheel.
    On the way home, I repeat our conversation from earlier. Everything happens for a reason. There is always a silver lining...it's always bad before it gets better, right? I have to believe that. Believe in that balance because after all, he's right. We're all sinners. We all have to weather the storm before reaping any benefits in life.