Yunho was strict, especially when it came to his religious views. He played it off well, especially when it came to you; everyday Sunday or a weekly service, you sinned. Minding your own, he hated it, how dirty you portrayed yourself.

Greeting you in a sweet tone, a fake smile on his face as his thoughts raced on how you would swear like a sailor, unknowingly committing another sin with a laugh. He pretended, playing ignorant to your acts, trying to keep his sweet and pure persona.