Night Shift || Jenvmin

chapter 13

song of the chapter: treasure by ateez

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chapter 13

Jennie did not expect to see Taehyung and Jimin at her church the next morning. At all. As promised, she left Moravia around 7 pm and made it home where it was silent and dark.

It wasn't like she expected anyone to be waiting for her, but it still hurt a bit when she went into her room quietly that night.

She wasn't ready to see her two worlds collide. She tried to pretend she didn't notice the pair who sat on the other side of the room, but it was impossible not to.

In a world full of different shades like black, brown, and sometimes blonde, there was now blue and pink.

What on earth were they doing there? She tried to stay focused on the lord and the words that were spoken by Father Gabriel at the podium, but it seemed physically impossible as her eyes kept driving to the boys.

Man did they look good.

Jimin wore a light blue dress top that was tucked into black slacks. Taehyung wore something similar, but it was darker, almost black unlike Jimin's.

Beside them was a little girl who looked around 8 years old. Jennie didn't think she was with the two boys until she saw her hands pull on Taehyung's sleeve to get her attention.

At that time, the pastor asked everyone to stand, and from the height of the people in front of her, it cut off the view of the boys. She was thankful for the distraction and was able to focus back.

She stood next to her parents and sang along to the song as everyone around her did. Once they sat down, Jennie did as well. And she listened to the words from the pastor as she was supposed to.

"We're here today beside our family, friends, brothers and sisters. The warmth we carry in our hearts reflects the love we put into our households. This love and influence is something we spread to our children and the future generation."

The words went straight through Jennie, who was sitting at the end of her row beside her family. Father Gabriel always said words like this and sometimes they hit a little too deeply.

She always wondered why she couldn't live in a home where her sister was like her best friend.

And her parents were really supportive and did little things like take her for ice cream whenever she aced a test, or they would have game nights and compete against each other and do things like close families on TV would.

But it never went like that.

Conversations like this always made her feel down, and just wonder why. What was she doing wrong? She always tried to not let the words get to her.

There were faults in every family, and maybe hers was just a little different. She wondered what her parents were thinking, or even her sister as they all paid attention to his voice. Why couldn't they hear what she was hearing?

"We know the differences between right and wrong. And those that sin are redeemable for redemption, but we must steer from temptation from the beginning. Teenagers are out there partying instead of studying the bible. Drinking alcohol and doing drugs instead of water and the fruits they're supposed to. Especially those who act as if they're a different gender..."

Jennie began shifting in her seat a bit. The mass seemed more tense than usual, and it seemed the pastor was ranting.

"Boy's finding it acceptable to look feminine, and daughters running around with short and tight clothing. The streets! That's where they belong! Not in the place of The Holy. They don't belong with people like us, who work hard, and believe - "

Jennie gulped when she saw from the corner of her eyes the colors blue and pink fading. There was black this time too, which belonged to the little girl that held the blue boy's hand.

Jennie's eyes didn't leave the back of their heads as they walked out of the closed doors.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt glued to her seat. She felt hyper aware of everything that went around her. The way her sister sat besides her with her legs crossed, her fingers repeatedly tapping on her leg.

How the old ladies eyed the now empty seats around them, a look covering their faces. The way the pastor cleared his throat and wore a more relaxed expression and began to gear his talk into another direction.

She wasn't aware of the tear that fell down her eyes until she felt something warm drop on her hand. Discreetly, she wiped them away, and drowned out for the rest of that mass, attempting to just forget.

But obviously life had a different idea for her, because the car ride back wasn't any better. "Did you see those boys with that ridiculous hair, wearing all that color like they're girls."

Her mother wouldn't stop emphasizing her disgust for what occurred in mass that morning. She made it seem as if the boys personally did something to her.

As if she knew them on a personal level, and who they were. The woman didn't know about them, and yet she was so quick to judge them.

Their father simply agreed and voiced: "I'm glad they left, they were far too distracting looking like that."

The entire conversation just made her feel tense, and just so angry. She wished she could defend them, but she knew it was better to not say anything. Jisoo was silent, surprisingly enough.

Jennie found it odd since she tended to use moments like these to get onto her parent's good side, when they were riled up. Yet she didn't do anything but scroll through her phone as if uninterested in the conversation.

"They belong in Hoboken with others of their kind." The mother snarled from the passenger seat, shaking her head.

Jennie just sat quietly as usually did, and stared outside the window of the car. She watched the trees fly by, finding a sense of comfort in the way they disappeared so quickly without a second glance.

When they got home, Jennie went straight to her room and opened up her closet. She pulled down the familiar black box and touched it lightly. She opened the box, seeing the same exact bottle over and over again.

Most of them were empty, and although there were a few bottles left, she wanted to believe it would last her months.

She hadn't taken a pill at all this week, which was the longest in a while she went without it. She hated using them since it would make her act different.

She tried to only take it when she felt at her lowest, and so the longest she would usually go is 3 days. Almost twice a week.

She twisted the white top and poured out two tablets. She swallowed it without having to use water since she'd become accustomed to taking them.

Hurriedly, she closed it back and shut the box, then placed it neatly hidden in her closet where it was before. Maybe the artificial happiness would take away what she felt inside, as it usually did.

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i wanted this to be a happy story but those aren't as interesting. i kinda feel bad now :((