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Jungkook couldn’t sleep.
He tried praying.
He tried cold water, walking in circles, burying himself in old scripture.
But none of it helped
.
Because now, every time he closed his eyes…
He saw him.
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Not the boy in the chapel today.
But the boy from before.
In a dream that didn’t feel like a dream.
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He saw a chapel, long ago, but strangely familiar. Brighter. Newer. Covered in vines and sunlight. Beautiful and untouched, like something from a painting.
And in that chapel, he saw himself.
He was still a priest. Dressed in golden robes. Younger, somehow. His hands were calm. His heart was not.
The chapel doors opened.
And Taehyung walked in.
Except it wasn’t today’s Taehyung. His hair was longer. His eyes were sharp and knowing. He wore rough clothes like a traveler. He looked like someone who had no place in a holy place—but walked like it belonged to him anyway.
And when Jungkook saw him…
His whole body froze.
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In the dream, Jungkook whispered, “You’re not allowed to be here.”
But the boy answered softly, “I’ve been looking for you.”
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Even though it was just a dream, Jungkook felt everything—so clearly.
The way his chest ached.
The way the candles flickered without wind.
The way something inside him recognized this boy.
Like his soul had been waiting for him.
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Then the memory shifted.
Now, it was night.
They sat outside the chapel. The grass was cold beneath them, but they didn’t move. The moon was full. Taehyung sat beside him—not touching, but close enough that Jungkook could feel the heat of his skin.
They didn’t speak much.
They just… existed together.
And somehow, that was enough.
It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t rebellion. It wasn’t even a sin yet.
It was love.
Pure.
Quiet.
Real.
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Then Jungkook woke up—sweating, breathing hard, heart racing.
But he wasn’t in his bed.
He was on the floor of the chapel, right in front of the altar.
As if something had brought him there while he slept.
And next to him… was a candle that had melted down.
Inside the soft wax, two letters had burned themselves into the surface.
T. J.
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Jungkook slowly sat up—and when he looked toward the chapel door, Taehyung was there.
Watching him.
Not smiling. Not speaking.
Just waiting.
And in that moment, Jungkook finally accepted the truth:
They had loved each other before.
In another life.
As priest and stranger.
As two souls who shouldn’t have found each other.
But did.
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Sanctuary of Sins
FanfictionHe was a priest. The boy was a curse. They were never meant to love each other- but they already had. In every lifetime.
