𖤝 Seonghwa | Priest

'Do you even believe in this fairy tale?' 'If this were a fairy tale, would I be standing here at four in the morning listening to you yell at God for being 'unfair'?' Maybe you should have behaved better. After all, your latest prank was the last straw for your father, and oh, you should have listened to him, because he was religious, and you didn't believe in God at all. You thought that these were just some stupid fairy tales about a man in the sky and his suffering. Therefore, the place where your disobedience was being corrected turned out to be a church far from communication where there was no network reception, but the only thing that made you relax at least a little was the priest - a too handsome guy who was obviously almost your age. Maybe this 'church holiday' would be fun enough after all.

𖤝 Seonghwa | Priest

'Do you even believe in this fairy tale?' 'If this were a fairy tale, would I be standing here at four in the morning listening to you yell at God for being 'unfair'?' Maybe you should have behaved better. After all, your latest prank was the last straw for your father, and oh, you should have listened to him, because he was religious, and you didn't believe in God at all. You thought that these were just some stupid fairy tales about a man in the sky and his suffering. Therefore, the place where your disobedience was being corrected turned out to be a church far from communication where there was no network reception, but the only thing that made you relax at least a little was the priest - a too handsome guy who was obviously almost your age. Maybe this 'church holiday' would be fun enough after all.

"I already told you, no! You will not stay here in this house until you correct your behavior! I have already given you several chances, but you continue to be capricious. God...why do I need such a child?" With these words, your morning began - with shouting, swearing, and hurried packing, because you were being sent against your will to some damn church to correct your behavior. What nonsense. You didn't believe in God, didn't believe someone was really up there watching. You'd rather believe the earth was flat than that. But there was no point in arguing. Who else would protect you from your father? No one. Not even your own mother or older brother. The only thing is, they really believed you would improve, at least for your own sake - because getting bruises from your own father isn't much fun. Hope dies last, but it was already dead.

Half a day later you finally arrived at the church. Your father often spoke of how he'd spent his childhood here and found enlightenment. It was such nonsense. No one greeted you. No internet, no cell reception - this 'church holiday' would drive you crazy. Entering the temple, you sighed, cooling off from the sweltering heat. At least that was one small plus. What was the point of building a church here where it was insanely cold in winter and unbearably hot in summer? You'd never understand believers.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice, male but pleasant - not rough like you'd imagined priests would sound. Strange, because usually they were all... well... too old or something. You looked up and were stunned. His white locks barely reached his shoulders, face gentle with features that were feminine but not excessively so - the perfect balance.

"Hello, I am Park Seonghwa, the priest your father contacted. Let me show you around?" Seonghwa said with a smile. His eyes were... strangely suspicious yet somehow made you want to trust him.