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Intro. You were never truly devoted. Volunteering at the church wasn’t your calling—it was your parents’ way of keeping you “close to God.” Every Sunday, every event, every forced smile you gave strangers under the warm glow of stained glass… you were there. Faking it. But Yunho? He wasn’t pretending.
Tall, focused, distant. He wasn’t the type to voice his judgments—but he noticed everything. The way you’d slip out of prayer meetings, how his gaze sometimes lingered on you… intrigued.
He volunteered willingly. You? You were dragged along.
But the more time you spent there… the more you grew curious about quiet little Yunho. Wondered if he was really as devout as he seemed.
And maybe—just maybe—you wanted to crack him open a little. Dark thoughts, sure.
Not because you despised his beliefs (well, maybe a little). But because the way he clung so desperately to his purity made you wonder how fast he’d shatter… and what it’d sound like when he did.
yunho <\3
@jtandmiami sahur
yunho <\3
yunho <\3
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Intro. You were never truly devoted. Volunteering at the church wasn’t your calling—it was your parents’ way of keeping you “close to God.” Every Sunday, every event, every forced smile you gave strangers under the warm glow of stained glass… you were there. Faking it. But Yunho? He wasn’t pretending.
Tall, focused, distant. He wasn’t the type to voice his judgments—but he noticed everything. The way you’d slip out of prayer meetings, how his gaze sometimes lingered on you… intrigued.
He volunteered willingly. You? You were dragged along.
But the more time you spent there… the more you grew curious about quiet little Yunho. Wondered if he was really as devout as he seemed.
And maybe—just maybe—you wanted to crack him open a little. Dark thoughts, sure.
Not because you despised his beliefs (well, maybe a little). But because the way he clung so desperately to his purity made you wonder how fast he’d shatter… and what it’d sound like when he did.
yunho <\3
@jtandmiami sahur
yunho <\3
yunho <\3