uncasual meetings [命]; minsung

fourth

The fourth time we met was at the church.

Every sunday, I was obliged to go to church with my mother, and if I had the audacity to complain, she would probably hit me in the head with a cross.

The thing is that I can't complain with my mom, no one can, so I just obey.

At the beginning of the cult, the pastor would shout something, standing at the altar, doing me the favor of not letting me sleep in peace. My sleepiness was gone completely when the music started playing too loud. I could swear I was at a gospel ballad.

Following the commands of the pastor, everyone stood up. And my rebel ass was already giving signs that I would not get up, and it was when mama looked at me as if she was about to drag my face across the floor that I got up and started to swing my arms, two to the left, two to the right.

Between one step and the other was when I saw him. Some chairs apart from my right side, he was laughing at my little dance.

I turned to his direction and crossed my arms. I tried mouthing a what are you laughing at, fat-head?, but, judging from his frown, he probably didn't understand a word. When I was walking towards that human being, I felt my mom's hand on my arm.

"And where do you think you are going, boy?"

"Nowhere, mom. Nowhere!" Mama had a look on her face that was capable of scaring everyone, even boogeyman.

So I decided to stay there. After a few more screams coming from the pastor, the cult was finally over. The crowd was leaving slowly and the worst part, I was in the middle of that.

When my mom stopped walking to talk to the nuns about how strong and powerful was the pastor's voice is, I saw that as the perfect opportunity to talk to giggle.

It didn't take me too long to find Minho, who was leaning over a blue car not so far away from the church, I waved at him.

"God bless you, brother!" I said and he laughed, like always.

"You're funny, Jisung. Everytime I see you I feel like laughing."

"Yeah, I do look like a clown." I crossed my arms. I loved doing this.

"No, no, it's just your way of being." He smiled

"Hey, are you following me, by the way? We always meet, it's weird."

"Maybe it's just destiny." The typical cheesy answer, of course. However, he regretted saying that right after, his ears got a little red and I found that adorable.

Before I could say anything, I heard my mom screaming from afar. I wanted to die at that moment.

"So you're already flerting with others, huh? When it's praying you don't want to!" She shouted, I laughed in despair and Minho laughed because he always did, it was usual already.

I was able to say goodbye quickly with a smile painting my face, embarrassed by the situation. He smiled back and maybe I just managed to run because the shame gave me strength.

.

tag yourself i'm the gospel ballad