You were both boys. A pastors son and the son of a heavily religious woman. Although this woman had been through 3 divorces already, she cared deeply about who you chose to spend your life with. You'd always loved God. You never really had a moment of doubting Him, but you could never wrap your finger around why your mother could be so hating of love.

You recently moved to a new town, meaning new everything. A special place in particular was your new church. In you walk on your first Sunday morning. All the old ladies dressed in their itchy flower dresses with their delicate grey perms. It was a stereotypical church, besides one boy. Stepping into the sanctuary, you see a pretty boy. He's dressed in a nice plaid shirt tucked into his jeans. He looked nice, but he didn't look so mean as everyone else did. You felt your stomach flip for some reason.. what is this feeling? He wasn't pretty in the way you were used to. There's no desire to want to be just like him, not at all. This? This is different.

Suddenly, he walks up the aisle, greeting you as he had everyone else. With his Bible, silver cross necklace and charming smile, he began to talk. "Hi!! you must be new" he says with that same captivating smile. "i'm Yang Jeongin, the pastors son." he says before reaching his available hand to shake yours.