(A/N: I originally had this chapter and chapter 12 as one, but it was over 3,200 words long. Therefore, I deemed it too long, so I split the two and decided to double upload)  

P.O.V – Jungkook

It was early dawn on yet another Sunday, another town service to be held. The whole town seemed to be centered around the church, depending on it like a lifeline. Going to religion for every decision one could make, in fact if the church were to be no more, neither would the town. 

If you didn't go to a service, you were interrogated and maybe even shunned. Even the sick and dying were judged for not showing up, it was appalling. Jungkook never really questioned it, he more or less enjoyed seeing the town come together once a week to discuss beliefs and life in their little hamlet. But now, he looked at everything with a varying degree of disdain, avoiding peoples curious touches, their wandering eyes. He's been holed up in his recovering room for so long, he forgot what it was like to socialize, to see the sun in all its "glory". He much preferred his hermit lifestyle, wanting to crawl back into the dark dungeon he now called home.

Jungkook hadn't even stepped out of his room and yet he can already envision it all, all the concerned glances, all the questions. But worst of all, he'll have to brave through the visions, the swimming auras, the suffocating lies and memories that surrounded the townsfolk. Seeing the people he once thought of as amiable and cordial, and now being forced to see the worst in them, to see all the raw and bloodied knuckles, all the late-night secrets. Smell the scent of alcohol wafting off of varying classes of men, hyper aware of the dark spots littering necks of dozens of ladies, the sinful thoughts of all, screaming right into his ear. 

He could sense that people were already filing into the chapel, their thoughts muffled, but Jungkook could already feel his headache coming on. A rare annoyance sizzling just below his skin, everything amplified ten-fold. 

Jungkook was about ready to escape out of the window, because screw what the town thought of him, he just wanted some peace and quiet. But just when he was about to bolt, the door cracked open, revealing a formally dressed Seokjin. The priest gave him a sympathetic smile, slipping through the small crack in the door frame, and closing the door quietly behind him. Jin's thoughts now becoming soft whispers sneaking their way into Jungkook's mind, driving him further to the brink of insanity. 

"How are you doing this morning?"

Jungkook almost didn't hear him, for one of Jin's thoughts were louder than the rest. Volume somewhere between an inside voice and someone bellowing their lungs out. Although it was still muffled with the other, smaller thoughts that still swarmed the others mind.

"Fine,"

One thing about Jin is that he knows when you aren't being honest, he doesn't need powers to know one is lying. Also, the giant dark circles and bags under Jungkook's eyes gave away the fact the other hasn't been sleeping properly. The younger looked exhausted, drained and sapped of his usual childish demeanor.

"You're really bad at lying," 

"Who says I was trying?"

The younger peered up at Jin, not even trying to cover up his obvious annoyance. Jungkook was still in his sleepwear, which consisted of loose pants and absolutely no shirt. 

"Is there still pain?"

Jin asked, ignoring the murderous glare the other sported, the serial killer façade looking foreign on Jungkook's face.

"No, I've never felt better, I feel like I can take on the world,"

The youngers tone was venomous, dripping with sarcasm. Both of which wasn't well received by the preacher, who just frowned, his thoughts screaming disappointment.

Jungkook groaned, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes sockets. That previously dominating thought Jungkook was trying to decipher, was now overtaken with the feeling of disappointment. The feeling so overwhelming, that he had to bring his legs up from the floor, and push himself away from the older. 

Jin, being confused by the others anguished expression, and desperate attempts to move away from him, moved closer.

"NO!"

Jungkook screeched, startling Jin, who complied and moved backwards. The disappointment soon being replaced with worry, so much worry. There was no way Jungkook was going out there, he couldn't even handle one person, let alone a whole hamlet of people.

Jungkook curled into himself, curling into a fetal position and rocking back and forth. Mumbling under his breath as he slowly hit his head against his knees.

"You think so loud,"

Jin cocked his head to the side, confused at the youngers mumbled thoughts and pleas for silence, among other things. The room was completely silent save for Jungkook, so Jin was at a loss. Jungkook must be going mad, it was the only probable explanation.

"I'm not crazy, you're just really loud,"

"You could...you could hear me?"

The priest was in complete disbelief, he no longer had an idea about what could  possibly be happening to the younger. None of it made sense, from the eye color, to the episodes, and especially the whole coming back from the brink of death due to some unexplained tattoo. Well, Jin assumed the tattoo was the reason he was getting better. He might be a priest, but he wasn't some crazy religious nut. There was no way the power of god brought him back, and then some tattoo appeared out of nowhere for no reason.

Jungkook continued to withe and mumble about silence, so Jin did the only logical thing he could think of. Nothing, and by nothing, he thought of nothing, completely blanking. As soon as the preachers mind blanked, he was astonished to see Jungkook calm down. The youngers breathing leveled, his frantic eyes calmed as his mumbled ceased.

"Thank you,"

Jin remained silent as he studied the others condition, keeping his thoughts minimal. Albeit those thoughts might have been minimal, the were also very clear and concise. The younger chuckled, recoiling slightly.

"I didn't know I looked so shitty,"

Jungkook looked sheepishly at the ground, as Jin grew a furious shade of red.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean it like that- "

"It's fine, really. At least you aren't clogging my senses with thoughts of silver eyes, and cold hands,"

Jungkook didn't realize what he said until he saw Jin's mouth agape, jaw practically on the floor. Guess he finally figured out that dominating thought was.

"What did you say?"

Jin's eyes narrowed at he stared down at Jungkook, obviously trying to distract him from the blush that slowly crept onto his face. Sadly, Jin kept seeming to forget the fact that the younger had free access to his mind, and a fleeting thought flew through the air. But, it wasn't fast enough, as Jungkook mentally snatched the memory. Greedily he sat back and watched, absolutely zero shame.

"What are you doing?"

The older wore a concerned expression, voice portraying his obvious anxiety as he glanced at Jungkook's glazed over expression and white foggy eyes. On the other hand, Jungkook was thrust into a dark hallway, one that looked vaguely familiar. 

He looked around, trying to figure out what was happening, when a tall mysterious figure incarnated from the shadows. He quite literally emerged from the shadows, the man seeming to materialize from the inky blackness and into an oddly humanoid figure. 

Jungkook couldn't make out any of his facial features other than the fact that the man was tall, muscular, and had bright silver eyes. 

Just then, the door at the far end of the hall opened, streams of light pouring into the darkened hallway. Jin walked out of the room saying something about "continuing this later", and then he closed the door. 

Jungkook watched the silver eyed man as the aforementioned feasted his eyes on the priest, Jungkook could only watch with raised eyebrows, all this only slightly (very) amusing. 

The occult made to move, but instead whacked a metal urn off its pedestal. It crashed into the floor, metal daggers spewing out everywhere. 

Jungkook broke down laughing, cackling at the stupid amount of strength the occult had, I mean who could break a metal urn? And the panicked demeanor of the mystery man following the crash, was hilarious, Jungkook was practically in tears. 

Jungkook watched as the rest of the events unfolded, seeing the two of them dance around each other, only one aware of the other. It was entertaining to say the least, although when the taller man towered behind Jin near the end of the memory, and chuckled. That sent something crawling up the youngest's spine, some unknown feeling curling in his gut as the memory slowly faded away, along with the silver-eyed man. 

As Jungkook slowly came to, he was met with a concerned looking Seokjin. 

"What'd you see?"

The older was cautious with the question, he was clearly concerned that the other might have seen something he wasn't supposed to. Sadly, that secret Jin was trying oh so hard to keep, is a secret no more. But to Jungkook's credit, he wasn't trying to expose the priest per se.

"I didn't know you were gay,"

(A/N: Smooth one isn't he? I'm watching my brother play video games as I'm editing this, bc according to my mom I spend too much time in my room and she forbade me from going in there until I'm about to sleep. Smh, so I've escaped to the game room. hehe)