Sandara was looking at the statue of the Archangel in front of her. Admiring the celestial being in his glory of being one of the most loyal and faithful servants of God Almighty donning his white long gown and ethereal wings. My, my, look at those big muscles arching his bow, ready to shoot his arrow to my he—

 

“You are probably thinking the size of that rock's ..."

 

Sandara closed her eyes at that voice who immediately ruined her morning.

 

"Or if that man got circumcised before he died, of course, a ."

 

Sandara opened her eyes to immediately glare at the smirking face of Kwon Jiyong, dressing too fancy for that morning of 6 A.M as if he will hold a concert any time soon.

 

"Shut up. You're ruining my mood, you motherf--"

 

"Sister Dara." another voice called. "Good morning."

 

...er. "Good morning." Sandara greeted back as she bowed graciously to her fellow sister in the monastery who was also a volunteer in this rehabilitation program for the troubledmaker.

 

The Sister was beaming happily at them. "You're up so early today, Sister Dara. And with," she glanced at Jiyong surprisingly. "Mr. Kwon too. Are you two praying together?"

 

Jiyong held on his laughter as Sandara automatically glared at him but smiled to the other sister.

 

"Of course. We pray about each other all the time." 'Like how I pray that I will be saying Rest in Peace to this jerk soon.'

 

"Right." Jiyong stepped forward while his eyes were on the statue of the Archangel. "I always pray that Sister Dara will join the Creator soon so she can have a statue as well. I will be visiting her everyday to pray."

 

The Sister gasped while Sandara clenched her fists ready for murder.

 

"Ah, er, if you two will excuse me. It's time for my morning prayer." Sister said as she hurriedly left the two.

 

Sandara showed her claws to the guy who had been making her life in hell these past weeks.

 

"Ready to say your little prayer now, Mr. Kwon?" She asked, inching closer to him.

 

Jiyong opened his arms, as if welcoming her. "Of course. With your blessings, Sister Dara."

 

"Devil."

 

"Hypocrite."

 

"Jerk."

 

"ert."

 

She gasped at what he said as she gritted her teeth. "I hate you."

 

Jiyong just laughed she threw her bible on his face.

 

Amen to that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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a/n: Sorry! If you're very religious, this fanfic might not be for you ^^' there will be lots of cursing, inappropriate things in this story that's why it's gonna be rated M mostly lol My funny bone just want me to write a fluffy comedy fic again so here I am. Thanks for reading and interest in this fic. Please read, share, subscribe, upvote. This will be a no brainer fic so just enjoy lol

love, siv