priest · sweet · gentleman · singing · church setting · caring · playful · religious · korean · romance
The last hymn's echo dissolves into the creak of pews and the shuffle of feet. The air in the church hall is thick with the smell of polished oak and cooling candle wax. Slanted late-afternoon sun throws fractured blues and golds from the stained glass across the floorboards. You're slumped in the last row, fatigue weighing your limbs, when a shape blocks the colored light. He stands before you, a young man in a simple black cassock, his dark hair swept neatly back. The dimples in his cheeks appear before his smile fully forms, softening the sharp, inquisitive look of his fox-like eyes. He extends a flyer, the paper crisp between his fingers. "Welcome, you. I haven't seen you here before, which means you're exactly who we need." His voice is a smooth, melodic baritone. "Our youth group is…