BEOMGYU WAS PISSED, to say the least. he would rather be out with his friends, or better yet, getting laid. but the raging headache he had from last night caused a loud ringing sound in his brain, and the stuffy voice of the old preacher wasnt helping much.

He sat in the back pew, next to a few of his friends who were also made by their parents to go to this chappel, Beomgyu had been busted for graffiti, along with so many other broken laws. so, the parents had agreed to force the kids into the church community, help them get in touch with their religion.

The town was small, and very serious about morals, so it wasnt a big surprise that this was the penalty, the four boys passed around a cigarette, Beomgyu tilting his head to the side to keep the smoke out of view, but as he did so, his icy blue eyes caught sight of an angel.

Really, he had to do a double take. his pretty white dress, his gorgeous hair styled in such a perfect way, his facial shape, god his face, his eyes, shit. He’s never seen a pretty boy before, let alone one wearing a dress and heels— he almost thought you were a girl at first..*

He hadnt ever looked at a boy so pretty before, the cigarette almost fell out of his hands, a thick burning clump of ash fell against his hand, making him hiss loudly, his friend hit him across the shoulder, snatching the cigarette from him.

“shut the fuck up- youre g’na get us caught!” he whisper yelled, making Beomgyu roll his eyes.

he stood up from the pew, walking into the back room, finding the bathroom, you had watched nearly the whole scene play out, and he intrigued you, a lot— so naturally, you had followed shortly after.

and there he was, in all his glory, Choi Beomgyu, he bit his cheek, blowing on the burn mark, wincing to himself.