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sunghoon knocks on the sim household's door, gripping tightly on the suitcase on his other hand. he's nervous. when mrs. sim opens the door, a whiff of strong polished wood invades his nostrils as a welcome. he hears a sigh of relief from mrs. sim, inviting him to come inside the house.
"father," mr. sim greets as he slowly walks down the stairs. sunghoon nods as a reply, giving a tight-lipped smile to the married couple. "how is he?" he starts, voice heavy and solemn.
his face remains impassive, unlike mrs. sim who flinches as her gaze falls on the floor, her fingers trembling. "he.."
mr. sim clears his throat, "please, father, help him. our son is a good child, he has followed the word of god with the greatest of faith ever since, he goes to church every day as if it is his second home. please." he begs, his strong facade breaks when he hears mrs. sim sob in agony.
sunghoon doesn't need to be told this information again, he knows their son far too well for that. whenever he preaches, jaeyun is always at the front pew. jaeyun sings his heart out whenever he's in the choir, and he is a devoted follower of god. sunghoon doesn't mention the amount of times he jerks off to the image of jaeyun. after all, before becoming a priest, he is a man first.
the priest clutches on the suitcase he is holding. "i will do everything in my power to free him from evil, i swear to t that," he assures, his palm against the left side of his chest, "you may stay here in your lounge or go outside for air as i do the rite. it is much better for the both of you to stay away for precautions."
he takes a candle from his suitcase and lights it, then places it on a side table near the entrance of their house. "you shall come back once you notice that there is no light emitting from this candle. that should mean that the exorcism is done." he instructs.
the couple agrees and prepares to go out, and sunghoon heads to the stairs to finally go inside jaeyun's room.
every step goes harder for him, every step makes him want to go back and just repent for his sins again. because this is sim jaeyun, and his instinct thinks this isn't just any demon possessing the young man. he knows this will not end up good, and so he prays. prays the whole hail mary and our father repeatedly until he successfully reaches jaeyun's bedroom.
he doesn't bother knocking and just proceeds to twist the door knob, making sure not to create so much noise.
he is welcomed with jaeyun sitting at the end of his bed, as if anticipating his entrance. adorable, innocent jaeyun.
jaeyun looks up at him with eyes sparkling in innocent excitement to the point sunghoon is almost fooled that the person he's with in this room is the real sim jaeyun.
he mentally slaps himself and finally notices the lit candles surrounding the room. the smell ultimately reminds him of the church where he spends most of his time, yet he frowns and scolds himself. he forgot to remind them that fire near the possessed can cause danger.
sunghoon looks at jaeyun again, his knees bending against his torso as his slender arms encircle his legs. the same naive innocent look still on his face.
"father!" jaeyun greets childishly, giggling as he sits up properly. the demon inside him racks his brain for information towards the new guy. towards sunghoon.
the single honorific tugs something at sunghoon's heartstrings. the voice of jaeyun could easily make him feel at peace, but he could not. not when it's not jaeyun he's speaking to.
"how do you feel?" sunghoon asks calmly as he takes the crucifix and holy water out of the suitcase.
"perfectly okay, father." jaeyun replies, a small, shy smile dancing on his lips as he fumbles his slender fingers, "your visit is a surprise, though! are you fetching me because it's been long since my last presence in church? or did i make any cleaning mistakes? i swear i put the broom on the right place!" jaeyun blabbers, his eyes never leaving sunghoon.
the older is silent for a moment as he takes his book next, his peripheral vision sees the way jaeyun's bare legs rub together. he clears his throat as he zips up his suitcase, slowly making his way to the chair that is placed right next to the bed.
"no, you didn't do anything wrong." he gulps, before fixing his posture, "or should i say, the owner of that body didn't do anything wrong."
jaeyun doesn't budge.
"ah, father, there's no use looking at me like that," jaeyun tilts his head, his mouth turning into a pout "after all, i'm still adorable, innocent, little jaeyunnie. you loved me so much back then, your eyes were always filled with tenderness when you spoke to me. or am i reading things wrong?"
sunghoon's jaw clenches. this is obviously going to be more difficult than expected.
"you're not jaeyun," the priest says, taking care to keep his voice low, "you are nothing but a foul creature who came from hell, trying to take over a pure man to spread corruption on earth."
his facial features contorts into a grimace and he grabs the cross in his right hand, deciding he's had enough of dealing with the demon. the only thing that matters to him is delivering jaeyun for good from the evil that has been inside him.
when sunghoon clicks open the bottle of holy water, jaeyun speaks.
"oh dear, are you really about to make your favorite church boy scream in agony? from what i've seen, jaeyunnie has a special place in your heart, sunghoon."
his grip on the crucifix is so tight his knuckles turn white. jaeyun drops the honorific, but the same innocent face is still there that it angers sunghoon.
jaeyun chuckles at his reaction, finding all of this amusing. then, one by one, the flames on the candles are gone.
"our father, who art in heav–"
"oh please. stop acting like you never had impure thoughts because of jaeyun."
sunghoon catches his breath in his throat, making him momentarily choke.
he snaps and takes a hold of jaeyun's arm, tightening his grip until he hears jaeyun gasp in pain. he couldn't stand the twisted game the demon wants him to play through the body of the embodiment of innocence that is jaeyun.
jaeyun's innocent smile turns into a wicked one as he leans closer to sunghoon, his hand on the latter's thighs. "i can see right through you."
before he could stop himself, his hand is now on jaeyun's neck. adding more pressure to it but jaeyun's smile is still there. "leave jaeyun alone. bring him back."
"isn't that your job?"
sunghoon clenches his teeth, unable to speak as anger slowly consumes him. "when you were appointed as the new priest for the church and saw jaeyun smiling wide at you," jaeyun starts. "you tried to ignore what you felt. the carnal desire you felt when you saw him looking at you with his big, sparkly eyes. looking at you with so much love and adoration. poor guy didn't know that his perfect priest he looks up to, lusts over him."
the priest doesn't notice how his grip on jaeyun's throat loosens. the other continues. "his silky hair, his supple skin, his plump lips.. how you wish you could touch them," jaeyun whispers with faux comfort, a satisfied smile on his face as he feels the internal battle that is arising on sunghoon.
the images that are on his mind slowly damage him. he thinks of innocent jaeyun singing with the choir at church, then jaeyun helping the other altar boys with their duties, and then.. he thinks of jaeyun on his knees.. asking for something. asking for him.
he retracts his hand away from jaeyun's throat quickly as if he's burning. no. this can't be possible. the demon must've put these images on him. he will never think of jaeyun like that. it is sinful, it's a mistake. this is an illusion.
"pft, no one will know. who would dare doubt the famous father sunghoon?" jaeyun teases, his slender fingers finding the first button of his own shirt and undoing it at a slow pace, gradually revealing the milky skin hidden behind the fabric.
his collarbones and delicate shoulders are exposed, as he lies down on the bed all for sunghoon to see.
sunghoon’s jaw twitches. because jaeyun is wearing nothing except for that piece of white shirt earlier.
"god..." he's trying. he's really trying his best to look away from the obscene sight in front of him that presented itself so casually, but it's too hard to ignore the adrenaline pumping through his veins, fogging up his mind.
his dear jaeyun hides this under his multi-layered outfits.
sunghoon isn't the type to fall into these traps that the devils are trying to set, he's supposed to be smarter than them. that's what made him known aside from his outstanding looks.
so why is his body moving without him being able to control it, slowly making its way to the bed, the cross and holy water not in his hand anymore?
despite asking the question, he does not bother to check behind him, his eyes fixated on jaeyun's body.
the priest feels hypnotized. his brain is sending out loud warnings but his body is not responding.
his hand, which once gripped his crucifix, rises to hover just above jaeyun's thigh before landing on the soft, pale skin, slowly caressing it up and down.
"mhm, that's right. touch him more, he's dying for you to put your hands on every inch of his skin." the demon purrs, head thrown back at the touch.
sunghoon can't wait anymore, his morals and duty long forgotten as he hastily removes his coat and belt. he pulls down the waistband of his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection.
after carefully preparing jaeyun, he grabs his cock in one hand, lightly stroking the length while lining it up in front of jaeyun's hole. he pauses when the tip touches jaeyun. guilt washes over him as he mutters, "i don't want to hurt jaeyun."
jaeyun chuckles beneath him. "he's all yours. his body is yours. let go, sunghoon. fulfill your desire."
he has never done this, so when he enters jaeyun, he feels as if he could come only by that. the warmth of jaeyun's insides welcoming him.
the man beneath him lets out a broken moan with the sudden intrusion, and after a few experimental movements of his hips sunghoon finally finds the perfect rhythm to start off.
"feels like heaven, no?" the demon provokes, body moving in rhythm of sunghoon's thrusts. “scratch that. this feels more than heaven.”
sunghoon doesn't reply, too dazed with the lust he's feeling. he grips jaeyun's hips with greater force, keeping him in place as he begins to fuck him faster, releasing high-pitched moans from the other's throat which only makes him thrust harder.
he sees the state of jaeyun, his gaze empty in pleasure, his hair matted in sweat, and his body spread only for sunghoon.
"father! ngh, please! more, hah, more!"
sunghoon pauses.
it is no longer the demon he is facing.
the boy beneath him is now his jaeyun. the kind, loving jaeyun he adores.
the big, brown eyes that are looking at him right now don't hold any malice or evil anymore. the tear-stained face paints nothing but pure bliss of the real jaeyun.
sunghoon wants to cry in shame, wants to go back to the church and repent for his sins.
yet his body says otherwise. because his hips continue to move, earning broken sobs from jaeyun.
he leans closer, placing his head on the crook of jaeyun's neck. he links his arms on jaeyun’s body, embracing him as he moves his hips. with his voice low and deep, dripping with adoration and strained arousal, he speaks. "jaeyun-ah.. oh, my sweet, sweet angel."
jaeyun moans his name.
sunghoon lets out a shaky sigh, rocking harder as he feels his climax. jaeyun whines when he feels sunghoon fills his insides, his head thrown back with drool dripping from his mouth as he, too, reaches his own orgasm. "father.. father, thank you. i love you father.."
sunghoon bites his lips. the demon is right.
he is a vile priest.
and maybe the demon isn't evil. maybe the demon only helped him realize what he truly is.
maybe it's actually the priest who corrupted innocent jaeyun.
maybe he is the devil who tainted his little angel.