"you came," mingi whispers into the dimly lit room of the high churches nave, the moonlight bouncing off of light brown hair. with his eyes not once lifting from the bible he had open and splayed over his lap, he nods his head forward to motion him in. "i didnt think you would really."

yunho, clad in his vestments, clears his throat a little as he approaches, breath tight in his chest and heart hammering into his ribcage. his nerves are getting to him, he can feel the drip of sweat that slides down the expanse of his stomach beneath his dress shirt. "why's that?" he asks him, dropping his head slightly to look at the verse mingi was reading.

psalm 42:1. 'just like a deer that craves streams of water, my whole being craves you, god.'

yunhos head spins with the familiarity of the verse, the implications, and he finds he has to grip the side of the pew to keep himself from doing something he'd regret to the boy. ever since mingi had started his journey within the church of god, it seems as though he's done naught but tempt yunho with his presence and taunt the rest of the congregation with his rather different look.

he comes to mass wearing things that reveal more than just a bit of his soft skin, shirts that are too cropped, jeans with long rips in the thighs that show off the curves of his ass at the back, sweats that hang too low and show off a peachy happy trail and carved hip bones.

the congregation finds it offensive, yunho finds it alluring.

this is the first time they've actually talked outside of initial introduction when mingi first joined, and despite seeing him at nearly every service (where he can't help but to let his eyes wander back to him when they stray somewhere else) it feels foreign to be talking to the reason he broke his vow of celibacy.

yunho thought he was stronger than that—at first of course, but seeing mingi in a skirt for the first time three months back caught him off guard; needing release.

"i'd assumed that you didn't like me. some of the people in your church like to whisper and talk during your service, father." mingis head turns, and he gives a long look to the priest, eyes falling then raising slowly to take in what he saw. "sometimes it feels like you're keeping an eye on me, have they started bringing their complaints to you yet?" yunhos brows furrow—because he didn't know that.

it could be he was too caught up in ogling the boy to really notice- but it was obvious that mingi was not the picture of a catholic, so he should've anticipated the crowd reaction and done something sooner.

"is that why you wanted to see me? are they bothering you?" yunho slides forward and actually takes a seat next to him, their thighs brush and yunho bristles but mingi stays in his spot, casting him a glance and then a chortle with his head tilting back.

"and if i said that they were?"

"i'd fix it for you." the priest's response comes immediately and fluidly, and mingis shocked go see that he looks dead serious as well. mingis cheeks grow red at his admission, fisting with the blue sweater hanging loosely off of his shoulder. yunho blanches and scrambles to explain himself at mingis stunned silence, eyes constantly casting gaze toward the sculpture of a crucified christ hanging from the naves center wall.

"well, you are—y'know, a member of my church an—d," he pauses for a moment when mingi turns his head fully to give him his attention, fixed eyes trained on his face. "i'd just want you to.. to feel comfortable here with me- us i mean, i just. i know its not the best circumstance for you and i- i want you to be... happy here." he finished with an sheepish smile, mingis gaze dropping to it and lingering until yunho is licking over his bottom lip and turning his head.