Chapter 2: Confession

Rolling my eyes, I entered the small room of what they call 'Sala de Confesión'—a Confession Room where people confess for their sins. And what am I here for?

'You will confess to the Sacerdote your sins and ask God for perdón'

'I just want to protect you, honey.'

Being a christian had its perks, especially when you came from a religious family.

As I sat down on the chair, cold air suddenly hits the flesh of my skin making me shiver with chills running down to my entire system. I waited for the priest to enter the room, humming down some tone along with me tapping my foot on the cold tile floor.

"Nice voice you got there." A cheery, smooth and high pitched voice praised me making me startle. I straightened up myself, huffing and rolling my eyes at the same time.

Did this priest just compliment me?

"What are you here for, darling?" His slick voice was evident as he asked over the barrier that separated the two of us along with the tiny holes screen that separated our faces.

My eyebrows furrowed, and eyes squinted to look at the priest who seemed to be a young man in front of me. A smile even formed on his lips that can visibly be seen from where I am.

I stopped my thoughts, shaking my head as I leaned away.

"Uh—" I gulped, fiddling with my fingers on my lap. "I'm here to confess something."

There was a second paused before the priest spoke with a soft sure making me stare at the him in confusion as he leaned back on his chair.

I nod my head, hesitantly. "Aren't we going to do some ritual things or whatever you do before the confession?"

"Do they do that—right." The priest gulped down, even I could hear it from where I am. "But the important thing here is that, at least you're asking for forgiveness with your heart."

"Alright." I trailed off, rather awkward. The priest chuckled as he leaned back on the chair again, waiting for me to start.

"So," I started, biting my lips. "I've read books that consists of murders and bloody contents—"

"And?" The priest interrupted, I scoffed.

"Well, I most generally read Mr. Chim's books and online stories. You know him, right?"

"Yes, I do know him." His smile could be seen from the screen between us. "And you came here because you feel like you have sinned against the one above for you have read rated books?"

"No," I snorted, amused by him assuming that I would feel sorry for reading my favorite author's books.

He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward on the table with his elbows. "Then what are you here for?"

"I came here because I feel like I've sinned towards my Tía." I shrugged my shoulders before crossing them over my chest and crossing my legs, pressing my lips into thin line.

"For what?"

"For disobeying her." I huffed, rolling my eyes for what seemed like a hundredth times. "And for the future disobediences also, I ask for God to forgive me."

"That sounds too honest." he chuckled making my lips unconsciously curved into a small smile.

"Right." I laughed nervously.

"So mind telling me your name, darling?" The priest asked, directly. Goosebumps crawling on my skin, feeling his voice sending shivers down to my spine.

"What?" I choked out my saliva, trying to process the words that the priest said. He stood up from his place before letting himself out of the barrier between us. He stood straight up, facing me on my chair as I sat there frozen.

"I'm Pastor Park Jimin—not a Sacerdote." He said with a grin, using his satoori accent with a little slick tone. My lips parted in amazement. How could this Pastor be handsome yet attractive at the same time?

"What about you?"

His brown eyes locked with my black orbs eyes, having a staring competition for a while before my eyes landed on his plump lips looking so soft. My breath hitched, breathless at the sight in front of me. He was also wearing a black robe and a little white neck collar making him look even more gorgeous. The robe totally suit him along with his round glasses that hang on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you there?" Jimin looked at me, a smirk forming on his lips-knowing I was staring at him for too long.

"M-Me?" My seemingly once confident voice cracked. I blinked my eyes three times, snapping out of my trance and avoided his gaze. "Jihyo—Han Jihyo."

He reached out his hand, a sweet, cheeky and adorable smile plastered on his plump soft lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Han Jihyo."

"Park Jimin!" I heard a voice yelled from behind him before I could give my hand as I looked over to see a tall man with his face turning into red as he stared at Pastor Park in disbelief.

The man wasn't wearing anything except a simple white shirt with his tight pants unlike Jimin who was wearing a black pastor robe.

I looked at Jimin, oblivious as to what is happening as his eyes widened and jaw dropped. The man walked towards us, stomping on his feet as he abruptly grabbed the pastor's ears and pinching it along the way.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not allowed to do the confessions?" The man hissed, gripping the pastor's ear more making him shrieked in pain. "You are a pastor in trainee! Not a Priest!"

I watched the two in anticipation, amused by the scene unfold in front of me making me giggle. So the man who claimed to be a pastor—Park Jimin, is just a trainee?

Jimin yelped in pain, trying to get away from the other man's grasp. He kept on wincing and moaning in pain while I just continue watching the two of them bickering at each other.

After quite a while, Jimin managed to convinced the other, and both of them stopped making me stand there awkwardly again.

"I'm sorry about that." The tall man, bowed apologizing, hands forcing Jimin's head down as well as I tried to suppress my laugh.

"It's fine." I bit the inside of my cheeks before smiling. They both looked at me.

"Priests are usually the ones who does the confession, not the Pastors, I apologize for his behavior." The man rubbed the back of his neck while Jimin looked back and forth at us.

"It's fine really." I reassuringly said. "No need to apologize."

Now that I realized, this convent isn't only for priests but also for pastors and trainees in both kinds.

"What kind of flirting is this?" Jimin interrupted, huffing as he tried to get in between us but the other man didn't mind him.

A cheeky smile was on his lips along with his dimples on his cheeks while Jimin just glared at the two of us, I didn't even bother him.

"I'm Kim Namjoon," He smiled, reaching out his hands. "Jimin's best friend."