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[sms to: Group] I'm hung over and my mom made me go to church. I feel like such a sinner.
[sms to: Group] I need an aspirin and some dignity.
Jongin sighed and tucked his phone in his pocket after sending the message, sitting on the bench next to his sister. He didn't expect a response; none of his friends were up before noon unless they were dragged.
The service was lengthy, Pastor Jim droning on about faith and being involved in the work of the Lord. He was surprised to feel his phone buzz, trying to keep it mostly hidden as he pulled it from his pocket and peeked at the screen.
[sms from: Kai] You are a sinner.
His brow furrowed as he stared at his phone, the screen timing out long before he'd even processed the message. His sister nudged him and he refocused his attention on the sermon, though it only took moments for his eyes to drift back down to his phone as it lit up once more.
[sms from: Kai] I know what you did last night.
His blood instantly ran cold as he thought back, remembering -- dark eyes, warm lips on his neck, the sharp sting of teeth on his flesh before the soothing brush of tongue. And -- he bit his tongue, tearing his gaze from his phone before he could get caught again.
No matter how much he tried to focus on Pastor Jim, his mind drifted back to the night before. Why couldn't he remember the face? The voice? And -- why did he want to? He'd thought it was a dream, until the text messages. There hadn't been a hickey, even though he could still feel the warmth of someone's mouth on his throat. Though the way his father had raised an eyebrow, he might as well have had fifty hickeys.
He lowered his hand to swipe open his phone, tapping on the messages to respond.
[sms to: Kai] Who is this
It only took moments for the response to come in, this time in the form of a picture.
"What the fuck?" He said aloud, and then realized the entire church had gone silent. He lifted his head, first to see his parents looking at him in both shock and silent scolding, and then to see the rest of the congregation staring at him. He cleared his throat, ducking his head. "Sorry, Pastor..."
"Nini, put your phone away!" His mother hissed, reaching over to swat at his arm. He obediently tucked his phone into his pocket before standing, muttering to his parents,
"I- I'm gonna go to the bathroom, be right back." He hurried from the chapel, waiting until he was locked in a stall before pulling out his phone and staring at the picture.
That was... his face. But that wasn't... him? His hair had never been that light, had never been so snow white against his dark skin. Those weren't his clothes, that wasn't his expression --
What the fuck?!
The phone clattered to the tile as his fingers shook, raking his other hand through his hair as he knelt to pick it up. His breath was coming too fast, too loud in his ears, as the screen lit up once again.
[sms from: Kai] Do you remember yet?
[sms from: Kai] I guess I can show you.
Another picture, this time of - him, someone's face against his throat - that white hair was too familiar already, along with the bit of his face he could see in the frame. His own expression was blissed out; he looked like he didn't even know what was happening.
Which was about accurate. He still wasn't sure.
[sms from: Kai] You begged me to drink it. What would your God think if He saw you like that?
[sms from: Kai] but... I guess He sees everything, right?
Oh god, he was gonna be sick. His stomach churned violently as he read the messages, as he heard the faint sound of the organ from the chapel.
[sms from: Kai] See you in Hell, Jongin :)