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Don’t get him wrong he loved his family but there was always one thing he hated about visiting them, Going to church. It was just a waste of time plus it would always give them weird ideas about politics.
When he goes to visit it’s usually on Saturday into Sunday. Meaning his mom will walk into his childhood bedroom, wake him up at seven, and tell him to put on some nice clothes.
It was a ritual every time he would come visit, he would talk to his mom, hope his dad wouldn't come home drunk, go to bed, wake up, go to church, pop a pill, and space out. So he doesn't know how he ended up in the situation he did.
It was a normal visit so far. Thanos went to the bathroom to take his pills. He walks into one of the stalls and opens his cross necklace. As he dry swallows two pills he looks at the cross necklace remembering how he got it.
Thanos was getting his bags ready to move out when his mom walked in. “Hey, I know you’re moving out soon and I want you to have something from me,” she hands him the necklace, a chunky cross necklace with spikes on the side. The necklace had hinges on the side to open to a compartment.
Thanos smiled at the thought. His mom had never liked his alternative style so it was nice, even if it was a cross, that she had got something that he could put in a lot of his outfits. Not to mention the compartment could hold most pills.
Thanos flushes the toilet behind him and walks out to wash his hands to look like he was actually using the bathroom and not popping pills. As Thanos washes his hands a rather pretty guy beside him takes a deep breath, looks in the mirror, and pushes his mid length hair back behind his ears.
Thanos looks at the short man. He is neatly dressed with a black button up with some nice dress pants. He looked anxious, his hand hiding behind his other. Thanos would love to give him one of his pills but considering this church he would probably scream at the sight.
He looked like the type of guy Thanos would take to his place after performing at the club. He was his type; short, pretty ,healthy hair, and a bit anxious.
Thanos takes his mind off of the boy beside him and goes to get a paper towel. He walks out the bathroom but as soon as the door closes he starts to hear mumbling. Thanos pays no mind to this and walks back to his seat.
He sits down and a few seconds later his pills start to take affect. Thanos feels tired and warm. He’s glad that they aren’t uppers. The last time he brought uppers he got extremely paranoid and his mom thought he was seeing god.
Thanos is spacing out, enjoying his high, when something snaps him out of it. The short guy from earlier was in the front of the entire church with an anxious smile waving his hand. The usual pastor had his hand on his shoulder.
“Everyone, this is my son Nam-gyu. He has been watching and taking notes and I am proud to say he will be the church’s new pastor. He will be leading in prayer, he’ll run confessional, he will be the lord’s vessel.” Loud applause and ‘Amen’ fill the room.
He pauses, “Although this does mean I’m retiring but I trust my son to do well. I’ll let him introduce himself and then.” Nam-gyu walked a bit forward trying to cover his hands with fabric that was tight around his wrist.
“You heard my father, my name is Nam-gyu. I am a recovered sinner. I -um struggled with same sex attraction, but thanks to the church and the glory of god I am healed.” Scattered ‘Amens’ surround the room. Including Thanos’s mom who patted his thigh “God will help you too.” She tears up, she uses her sleeves to wipe her eyes.
Thanos was sick of this; he had come out many years ago but she still thinks it will just go away. He also felt bad for Nam-gyu. Thanos knows how it feels to hide those emotions and feelings. Thanos had a plan.
The rest of the sermon went on like usual but this time there was a pleasant sight to behold. The entire time Nam-gyu was talking about how he overcame sin. Thanos knew he still had those feelings. To be honest it was probably his parents who made him feel those natural feelings he had were sinful.
The service has ended and Thanos’s mom looks at him,”I was thinking I could invite the new priest over for dinner sometime this week. I was wondering if you wanted to come to that dinner so that you could share stories and he could help you?”
Thanos ignored the comment about helping him. “Yeah, you actually know what? I would love to go to that dinner, I actually felt so touched by his sermon that I’m going to go to confessional this week,” Thanos replied.