Red Doesn't Suit You, Park Jimin

Introduction

"And that my friends will conclude our time here today. Go forth in peace and spread the love of our beloved Deity to one another." An abundance of claps and cheers shake the steeples of the church as the Priest, Father Jin, steps down from the altar; he waves goodbye to his fellow townsfolk, and everyone begins to file out of the church. A young man with brown hair and a cute smile gets up from the now empty pews to greet the Priest.

"Good morning, your holiness." He bows politely, and the Priest smiles with charm.

"Ah, good morning to you, Jungkook. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. I was just wondering, Father, do you need any assistance with the Church's fundraiser this week?" The young man speaks with a sense of eagerness in his voice.

"I'd greatly appreciate your help Jungkook. Thank you." The Priest says with a smile.

Something sparks the flame of curiosity in the younger, and so he grins and asks, "How's your son, Jimin?" The question sent shivers to Jin's spine, and urges him to ask the question to himself, 'W-where is my son...?'

Father Jin shakes it off and looks at Jungkook,

"He's doing fine, Jungkook, er- why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know where Jimin was during the service is all. I didn't see him the crowd, but then again, I could've just missed him." Hints of pride soil Jungkook's words, but that's the least of Jin's concern.

The Priest stares blankly at the empty church, his eyes searching for something - someone, his own son. But, nothing. He sighs and thinks to himself.

'Oh, my sweet boy, why did you have to stray from the path...your mother wouldn't have wanted this...'

He gave another hopeful glance at the entrance of the church, and still nothing. Father Jin sighs softly; the once plastered smile begins to crack, and the blue façade of the Priest attempts to break free.

Before the Priest could even open his mouth, the younger's got him beat.

"Don't worry, Father Jin! Your son will come around!" Jungkook gives the Priest a hopeful smile, in which Jin attempts to smile back. Then, before another word was spoken, Jungkook bows his head to Father Jin and leaves in haste out of the church.

Dark eyes and a deceitful grin mask the younger's façade. "Now, where are you, Park Jimin? Playing hooky against your flesh and blood? How incredibly evil of you..." He chuckles softly to himself, "Heh- as if."

Somewhere on the opposite side of the town, a young boy is perched on the edge of an overlooking cliff. He gazes over the bottom of the mountain and looks down below to where his fate could meet him if he so dared. The town he loved was nestled comfortably at the base of the hill and a full river neighbors the opposite side of it. A secluded little village, but it was home after all.

The young boy sighed at the scene.

"Hey mom," he says, looking up at the blue sky, "I hope you're doing well. I would've brought you today, but dad locked your vase in your room..."

He looks back down to the town, he scans the town square and sees his father walking out of the church.

"I wonder how today's service went..." he says softly to himself.

A stranger walk behind him, and the voice startles him for just a second.

"The service was perfect since you weren't there."

The boy isn't fazed by the voice's poison and doesn't give him the satisfaction of turning around.

"Get away from me, Jeon Jungkook." He says in a hushed tone.