BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

The sins of a priest (Namjin) {fluff}

He knew it was wrong

He knew the way he saw the boy was wrong, especially in the eyes of the Lord. But he just couldn't help it.

Namjoon looked so beautiful, so innocent and pure. Despite the fact of him being a satanist, he just looked absolutely divine, like an angel.

Pastor Kim found himself stumbling over his verses as he looked over at Namjoon, tan skin glistening in the morning rays that shone through the glass pane. He was absolutely beautiful- godly, dare he say. Seokjin wanted him in ways you couldn't imagine, but he simply shook his head and looked back down at his bible, hands clutching the podium has he spoke.

"Let us bow our heads in prayer-" even as he tucked his head down and began praying, he couldn't help but peak at Namjoon, only to find the younger staring back at him with lustrous, quizfilled eyes. And he once again stumbled on his own words, closing his eyes back up and continuing his closing prayer. Once church was finished and he shook some hands, he gulped when Namjoon and his mother were on their way over, the boy nearly being dragged by the ear by the spite-filled woman.

"Pastor Kim!" he turned his head to look at them and smiled, eyes faltering between the two until he was finally able to speak. 

"And what might the Lord bring to me today?" Namjoon scoffed and yanked his arm away from his mother, crossing his arms over his chest with a slight pout to his lips as him and Seokjin listened to his mother complain for the thousandth time.

"I need you to fix him." she hissed "A satanic gay in my house is such a bad reputation and omen upon my family! I want this demon on him no longer!" 

Seokjin chuckled, placing his hand on the womans shoulder gently.

"We do not force the word of the lord and eyes of god upon those who do not wish it. And from my understanding, this boy does not wish it." Namjoons ears perked up slightly and he looked up at the Pastor, eyes glistening with faith and hope that he might be one to understand.

"Then we will not be coming to this Church any more! Come on, Namjoon."

"But mom-"

She grabbed onto his arm again, dragging him out of the church and Seokjin could have sworn he felt his chest tighten and eyes water as the young boy looked back at him with pleading eyes. He didn't want to lose him, despite never talking to him. He loved seeing his face every Sunday, even if it is wrong. But, he would not force him to change the way he was, just for his mothers happiness, and the boys misery. So, the pastor simply frowned and turned around, shaking hands and bidding members of the Church goodbye until the building was empty. 

~Mini time skip~

Only a month had passed since he hadn't seen Namjoon. But to Seokjin, it seemed even longer. Colors seemed dull, things of taste just no longer have one, his life felt meaningless. It was a Sunday night, and after everyone had left the Church he locked up, remaining inside and heading back to his office. He sat in his office, staring down at the fire he had started in the fireplace, eyes brimming with tears as he threw is bible inside and groaned in pain. Not physical pain, no. But the mental pain of losing a loved one he never even had the chance to show. 

He sat back down at his desk, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, eyes red and puffy and hair disheveled as he took another swig of his whiskey. Is this what it was like to lose a soulmate? To lose your lover, despite never being loved in return? As the rain poured outside, thunder clashing against the heavens, he couldn't help but think of the younger boys laughter when he would engage in conversation with the other church boys, crescent like dimples filling his cheeks like the face of the moon. 

Pastor Kim finished off the last of the whiskey, arm dropping to his side as the empty bottle rolled across the floor and he silently sobbed.

Until he heard three loud knocks on the church entrance. He didn't want to answer, he never wanted to answer. He thought maybe it was the lord coming to take his life, and he wasn't ready. That was until he heard what he longed to hear for the past month.

"Pastor Kim? It's Namjoon!" 

And suddenly, he was sober. He stood up from his seat, almost tripping over his own feet as he ran towards the church entrance, nearly breaking the door off its hinges once he got it unlocked and opened. 

And there he stood.

There stood Namjoon, clothing wet and sticking to his body, hair soaked and sticking to his tanned face as he panted and choked on his sobs slightly.

"She kicked me out-" he breathed "I didn't know where else to go-"

Seokjin shushed the boy and brought him in, closing the door and locking it once more. But suddenly, the alcohol kicked in again and his body slumped forward slightly, legs growing weak and giving up underneath him as the room seemed to cave in on itself. Namjoon was quick to catch him, pulled the older tight to his chest as he struggled to hold up his weight.

"Jesus Christ, are you drunk?" 

Seokjin simply groaned, weakly wrapping his arms around Namjoon as the boy dragged him back to his office, laying him down on the Leather couch and sighing.

"Where do you keep your water?" Namjoon asked. 

Seokjin was barely able to point towards the mini fridge across the room, arm giving in and collapsing to his side as he sobbed softly, watching the younger he missed so much swiftly move across the office just to take care of him.

Namjoon knelt down next to him, opening up the water bottle and holding it to Seokjins lips.

"Drink."

Namjoon titled the water borrle slowly and Seokjin drank nearly all of it, not bothering to break eye contact with Namjoon as he gulped down the liquid. Namjoon cleared his throat and closed the water bottle back up, holding a sandwich to Seokjins lips and sighing.

"The bread will soak up the alcohol. Just eat a little bit."

Seokjin sobbed harder, closing his eyes as he struggled to breathe and talk.

"I can't!" He sobbed "Nothing will soak up this pain in my heart besides alcohol! And even then, I feel so lost without you."

Namjoon went still, body stiffening before he relaxed and gave a small smile to pastor Kim. He leaned down slightly, fingers grazing at the elders cheek bones and lips as he drew closer and closer, breaths mingling until finally, they were one.

Their lips melded together and fit like a glove, tongues dancing against one another and the taste of alcohol making Namjoon dizzy with satisfaction. He pulled away slowly, panting heavily as Seokjin held onto the back of his head, fingers tangled in his soft locks as they looked into each others eyes.

And it all suddenly made sense.

"I love you" Namjoon whispered. "I've loved you for nearly a month now."

"And I've loved you since we've first met." Seokjin couldn't hold back his feelings anymore, and suddenly, it all came back. He could smell things he never believed in, he could taste the crisp autumn air and the smoke from the burning log in the fireplace, and he could taste the cherry lipbalm Namjoon had been wearing prior. 

And he wanted more. 

They began kissing once more, Namjoon slowly making his way ontop of priest and undoing the buttons on his top.

And within moments, they were one. 

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1286 words, heavily unedited