warnings: vulgarities, slight mentions of jokes???

the first time seo jisoo meets hong jisoo, is the first time she comes to church, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. they're eleven. he's the son of one of the pastors, and the most intelligent one in their Sunday school class. 

she remembers the warmth, she remembers standing in front of the other kids and bowing, and she remember them laughing because she had the same name as him.  

she remembers the start of a second home.

she sees him in worship sessions, in choir practices, in youth conferences, and while they're never been close, they're at least aware of each other's presence. 

when she turns nineteen, she gets an acceptance letter for Seoul National University, and it's just about then she realizes that she hasn't seen hong jisoo in church for quite a while. people get busy though,  she thinks, and doesn't think about it again until the first day of uni.

Cognitive Science is an extremely demanding major, and she already feels the heat from the very first lecture. Jisoo gets to her next lesson early, slumping down on the plastic chair and basking in the air-conditioned lecture hall. And don't get it wrong; Seo Jisoo loves Jesus, and she loves discussing about religious and psychological studies, but the moment she sees the professor's skeptical face when he enters the class, she knows for a fact that she's going to hate Theology 101.

Somebody stumbles in ten minutes after lecture begins. Admittedly, it doesn't look as embarrassing as it would if she were to stumble in late, but the guy has goddamn amber hair and the bone structure of a Greek god. He shoots the professor a winning smile, and its a whole two minutes after he's settled into a seat at the back that she realises he's Hong Jisoo. 

What.

Later on, after running through the syllabus material roughly, the Professor turns to the class and clears his throat.

"Now, class, I have to ask you all one very fundamental question. Because if we get over this, then the rest of our lessons would be smooth-sailing. So," Mr Kwon pans the hall with a slow turn of his head, "Is there any deep-rooted, delusional soul here that believes in Jesus Christ?"

The class bursts out laughing. Great. She puts up her hand anyway. About three others do so as well, and she's thankful. 

"Well, ancient history says he's been dead for two-thousand years. So if you guys have any claim, or reason why you would still do so, you're free to tell us right now. If not, keep a mind free of religious beliefs for future lessons, as we need a clear, un-biased perspective for further lessons."

God, help this man. Jisoo sighs into her hands and regrets this course with every fibre of her being.

"So, no arguments?"

Jisoo looks back up to Hong Jisoo that sits two rows behind her. She means to ask him to help answer, like he had always had in church during youth bible study lessons.

To her utter shock, he doesn't even have his hand raised. He sits back in his seat, eyebrows knitted as he talks to the guy next to him about stuff unrelated to the crucial discussion at hand.

Suddenly, their eyes meet.

Jisoo doesn't even realise she's glaring, and the other Jisoo gives her a what-did-i-even-do.jpg face. Her features soften, and settles for an uncertain mini-wave.

Hong Jisoo stares at her