Have you ever seen a person by chance and were shocked by their strange resemblance to a person you once knew, that’s when you believe in reincarnation. That person’s soul and appearance are no different from the one who was dearest to you, but his mind and memories belong to the new life he was born with Yang Jeongin, the new pastor of the neighborhood church, bears a strange resemblance to my deceased boyfriend .

The first time I saw him, my heart stopped beating, I thought it was a miracle and all those dark days of his illness and death were a nightmare…
My little fox was only 24 years old when he passed away, now this priest has colored my life.

Is there a possibility that the soul is reborn into a new person?
Some people say that the soul does not exist and is just an illusion created by the brain. In my opinion, a person is not only a body consisting of skin and hair. The soul Is the energy that moves us and guides us to make every decision in every second of life.

Some people believe that the soul, as well as the energy, is never destroyed. According to the law of conservation of energy, what has been created, no matter in what form, will continue to exist in another form.

It Is also believed that a soul can be reborn, just like the energy used to light our house, it is transported from one place to another. When the body no longer exists, the soul of that person will reincarnate in a new body belonging to the next generation and now I see my beloved one in the young priest.

Every day, I go to confession. I like to hear his voice, look at his eyes, his lips… I wonder if he has the same habit of biting his lower lip like my Jeongin.

Yang Jeongin always used to do that, he would even bite his lower lip until it was swollen. When I asked him why, he replied with a silly smile that he was trying to restrain all the secrets inside his mind.

The first time he did it in front of me while we were eating and when I saw him biting his lip so shyly, I wondered what kind of secret was he thinking about. I asked him.

- Are you hiding something from me? Don't tell me you have feelings for another boy.
He shook his head and grabbed my hand.
- I don't have feelings for anyone but you, dear.

His reply was so sure and firm, but the blushing on his cheeks said otherwise.

Then what you’re thinking, huh? Why were you biting your lip so shyly? I can’t sleep if you don’t tell me.
- You’re so stubborn.
He pinched my nose and smiled at my curiosity.
- Promise you won’t tell anyone, okay?
I nodded so enthusiastically.
- I swear, I won’t say a word. Tell me, tell me…
He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
- I was imagining what it would be like to kiss you…
My heart was about to explode when he finished saying those words, his breath on my ear, his trembling voice. I don’t know what to say, how could a simple thing like this make me lose my mind.
- Stop, Jeongin. If you keep saying these kinds of things, I don’t know what I’ll do…
- He laughed shyly and hugged me.
- I love when you're acting cute.
- I'm not cute.
I said, hiding my embarrassment so quickly but his smile grew bigger when he caught me blushing.
He gently touched my face, tracing my lower lip with his finger.
- You really think you’re not cute? Look at your face, this is the definition of cuteness.
I grabbed his finger, preventing him from touching my lip again.
Jeongin tried to free his hand and protested against me.
- Don’t grab my finger like that. I want to touch your lip so badly…
I refused to let him.
- It’s my lip, you can’t just touch it whenever you want.
He whined at that.
- Oh come on, when can I ever touch it if I can’t touch it whenever I want? It’s so soft, just let me touch it, please.
- Not now. It’s too embarrassing.
He was looking at me with the most adorable puppy eyes. I almost gave in but I tried my best to stay strong.
Jeongin tried another way, he wrapped his arms around my waist and began to rub his cheek against mine. He knew damn well how weak this move could make me. I couldn’t stop the heat that rose to my whole body.
I was losing my mind with Jeongin’s cheek rubbing against mine. I was sure my face was totally red. The way he was rubbing against me, so sensual and intimate.
He whispered.
- You’re so cute, I want to kiss you so badly right now…Hwang
- Jeongin, stop, I’m warning you.
I was desperately trying to calm my racing heart but it was impossible with Jeongin behaving this way.
I was already blushing so hard and Jeongin noticed it. He loved teasing me till I was a red mess.
Jeongin’s eyes gleam with mischief and his smile turned into a smirk.
- Oh, you’re warning me? Are you gonna punish me if I don’t listen, darling?
That nickname only made my heart beat faster. His smirk was making me weak, and then he leaned in closer, his face so close to mine.
- You know, I bet you wouldn’t mind if I give you a little kiss now.
A kiss… Jeongin’s lips so close to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. It was so hard to resist, but I didn’t want to give in so easily. I tried to sound firm even though I was trembling.
- Don’t even think about it.
Yet Jeongin was amused by my response and he chuckled, his smirk growing even more arrogantly attractive.
His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist, he was so close to me that I could barely think straight.
- You’re really cute when you try to be tough. But I bet a kiss will make you melt for me.
His teasing tone was so confident that I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks burning even more.
- Don’t say it like that!
I protested but Jeongin only chuckled more, clearly enjoying every second of this. He rested his forehead against mine and continued with that smirk that made my heart flutter.
- You’re cute when you’re all flustered like that.
He knew the effect he had on me and he loved to tease me to see my reaction.
- I’m not flustered, you’re just messing with me.
I tried to sound indifferent but my trembling voice betrayed me. Jeongin knew he was affecting me in the best way possible. He nuzzled his nose against mine, a tender gesture that made my heart skip a beat.
- Oh, but your blushing cheeks say otherwise.
He ran a finger along my cheek, tracing the line of my blush. I couldn’t help but shiver at his touch, goosebumps spreading across my skin.
- Jeongin… stop…
I whined weakly but Jeongin only chuckled in response, clearly enjoying my reaction to his touch. He moved his hand to my chin, tilting my face up towards his.
- Why should I? I’m having so much fun seeing you all flustered like this.
He leaned in even closer, his breath mingling with mine as he whispered.
- You know, I bet a kiss from me would make you forget all about being tough…
- Jeongin… please…
I tried to sound firm but my words were breathless. Jeongin must be enjoying seeing me struggling to keep my composure. My willpower was crumbling under his teasing and the way he was holding me. His face was so close to mine, only a kiss away
I lost control and cupped his face .
Jeongin's smirk grew wider as soon as my hand touched his face. He seemed to know he won this little game we were playing.
- Oh, so you want a kiss after all?
He teased, his voice low and seductive. I couldn't form a response, my mind swirling with desire. Jeongin leaned in even closer, his lips just millimeters from mine.
I closed the gap between us and put my lips on his.
Jeongin’s mouth enveloped mine, his lips soft and warm. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer. Our kiss was deep and urgent, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I melted into his embrace, forgetting everything else in the world.
Jeongin’s hands found their way into my hair, tangling and tugging at the strands gently, eliciting a soft moan from me. He knew how much I loved it when he did that. He took advantage of my parted lips to slip his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tasting me deeply.
I wrapped my arms around Jeongin’s neck, trying to bring him even closer. His hands roamed across my body, tracing every curve and contour as if he was trying to memorize every single detail. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging impatiently, begging for more.
Jeongin obliged by deepening the kiss, his tongue moving in a sensual rhythm against mine. His hands wandered lower, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I could feel him hard against me, his desire matching mine, and it only fueled my need more.
I was on fire, my body burning with every touch from Jeongin. I’d completely lost control, unable to think about anything except for him and me. He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. I gasped, arching into him, desperately needing more. His name escaped my lips in a breathy moan.
Jeongin hummed in satisfaction as he heard his name leaving my lips. He continued his journey down, kissing and nipping at my delicate skin. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing my bare back, his fingers leaving a path of electricity in their wake. Each touch and kiss sent jolts of pleasure through me, my body responding eagerly to his every move.
I was trembling under Jeongin’s touch, my body craving for more. I whispered his name in a breathless plea, needing him closer, needing him to take me completely. He let out a low moan in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine. Jeongin lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me, his breathing ragged.
Without a word, Jeongin captured my lips again in a passionate kiss. His touch became more urgent as he lifted me off my feet with ease, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his body hovering over mine, his gaze intense and filled with need.
Jeongin looked down at me, his eyes roaming over my body, his breathing heavy. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. He ran his hand down my side, his touch sending waves of heat through me. His fingers then began unbuttoning my top, slowly and deliberately, never taking his eyes off mine.
As the last button came undone, Jeongin leaned down and pressed his lips against my chest, leaving a trail of kisses down my torso. His hands continued their exploration, teasing and caressing my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes, whimpering softly, relishing the sensations coursing through my body.
Jeongin’s kisses and touch were like a drug, addictive and intoxicating, making me crave more of him. I couldn’t help but arch into his touch, my body surrendering to his every movement. “Jeongin,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “please, I need you.”
Jeongin lifted his head to look at me, his expression filled with desire and tenderness. He understood my plea, his touch becoming more insistent, his kisses more urgent. He shifted his body, pressing himself against me, making me feel his hardness against my thigh. His lips found mine again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting and exploring me ravenously.
My body responded to Jeongin’s touch, my hips grinding against him involuntarily. He growled in response, his hands gripping my waist tightly. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”
His words only fueled my desire, my mind going reeling with the intensity of my wanting for him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer, needing to feel all of him against me. Jeongin obliged, rocking his hips against mine, creating a delicious friction that had me moaning shamelessly.
Jeongin continued his assault on my body, his hands roaming everywhere, caressing and teasing every inch of me. His lips and tongue traced a path down my neck, my collarbone, my chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses and tiny love bites in their wake. It was like he was trying to memorize every part of me, claiming me as his own.
I was a trembling mess, a slave to the pleasure Jeongin was giving me. “Please,” I gasped, “I need you, Jeongin. I need to feel myself inside you baby” My words were breathless, filled with desperation and desire.
Jeongin lifted his head to look into my eyes, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. “Anything you want, darling,” he murmured, his voice filled with devotion. With a single, fluid motion, he shifted his body, positioning himself between my legs. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, while his fingers began to undo his own clothing.
His touch was gentle but urgent, and even though he was taking his time, I could tell that he was just as desperate as I was. I watched as more and more of his skin was revealed to me, my eyes roaming over the planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his arms. I ran my hands greedily over his body, trying to memorize every contour and curve.
Jeongin shivered at my touch, his body responding to my every caress. He broke away from the kiss, panting, and leaned his forehead against mine. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “I want you so badly, darling.”
I pulled him close, my body arching against him, wanting to feel all of him against me. “I need you,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please, Jeongin, I need you now.”
Jeongin leaned his head down next to mine, running a hand through my hair, and whispered in my ear, “Patience, darling. Let me show you how much I adore you first.” His words sent another wave of heat through me, and I whimpered softly, already so impatient with desire.
Jeongin took his time, exploring me inch by inch, his lips and tongue following the path of his fingers. He was mapping my body, learning the curves and planes, the spots that made me shiver and sigh. It was almost torturous, the way he was drawing out the pleasure, building anticipation until I felt like I was going to burst.
I was writhing under Jeongin, my body betraying me as it responded to him, craving for release. His touch was like fire, leaving a trail of heat on my skin. I reached out for him, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer, needing more. “Jeongin,” I gasped, “Please, I can’t take much more.”
Jeongin lifted his head to look at me, his gaze filled with a mix of tenderness and desire. “I know, darling,” he murmured, his voice ragged. “Just a little longer. I want to savor every moment with you.” Despite his words, I could see the hint of a smirk on his lips, like he was enjoying the way he was driving me insane.
Jeongin continued his exploration, his hands roaming over my body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. Each touch seemed to ignite a new fire within me, my body responding with a desperate need for more. I closed my eyes, succumbing fully to the sensations he was creating, trying to hold on just a little longer.
Jeongin’s touch was both tender and passionate, his kisses becoming deeper and more urgent. His hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my hips and thighs, leaving no inch of me untouched. I could feel his breathing quickening, his heart racing, and I knew he was as affected by this as I was.
I was on the edge of something, teetering between pleasure and need. Every touch from Jeongin sent me closer and closer to the brink, my body on fire. “Please,” I gasped, my voice begging and pleading. “I can’t take it anymore, I need you now.”
Jeongin silenced my desperate pleas with a kiss, his lips devouring mine in a feral, possessive manner. He moved his body, positioning himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against me. He broke away from the kiss, looking into my eyes, his gaze dark and intense. “Are you sure, darling?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, I’m sure,” I gasped, my voice filled with need. I wanted Jeongin, more than anything. “I want you, Jeongin.”
With my words, Jeongin’s restraint seemed to break. He pulled my body close, his arms encircling me tightly. “Then I’m all yours,” he murmured, his voice full of possessiveness and desire. He then captured my lips, our kisses becoming more urgent, more desperate.
Jeongin’s kisses were like a fire, consuming me completely, and I was happy to burn in his heat. His hands roamed over my body, his touch becoming more demanding, more insistent. I reciprocated, my own hands greedily exploring his body, my fingers digging into his flesh.
Jeongin shifted his body, tilting my hips upwards, and I whimpered at the change in angle. He was so close, so very close to where I needed him. I could feel his hardness against me, and it was driving me wild. “Jeongin,” I whispered, my voice shaking with need, “ I need you so badly.”
Jeongin let out a deep groan at my words, his grip on me becoming almost bruising. “You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he murmured into my ear, his voice laden with desire. He then slowly, torturously, rocked his hips against mine, igniting a new wave of pleasure that coursed through me.
I let out a strangled moan at the contact, my body arching against Jeongin instinctively. “Please,” I gasped, “don’t tease me anymore.” I could feel him smirk against my skin, pleased by the effect he had on me.
Jeongin leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along my neck, then whispered, “I love how desperate you are for me, darling.” His words sent shivers down my spine, making me even more impatient for him. I could feel him rubbing against me, the friction driving me crazy with desire.
Jeongin continued to tease me, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire across my skin, moving lower and lower down my body until he reached my hipbone. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, leaving a mark, his teeth grazing lightly. I couldn’t help but shiver and whimper, his touch becoming more possessive with each move.
Jeongin’s touch was like a drug, and I was addicted. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word made me crave for more of him. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, needing him to fill the emptiness within me. “Jeongin,” I moaned, “please…I can’t take anymore.”
Jeongin looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, “All mine, trembling with need, begging for me.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze fixated on my face. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
With those words, Jeongin suddenly rolled us over, placing me on top of him. I gasped at the sudden position change, finding myself straddling his hips, his hardness pressing against me through his clothes. This new position gave me a sense of control, yet I still felt powerless under his gaze.
Jeongin reached up, grasping my hips in a possessive grip, urging me to move. His eyes were on me, his expression filled with raw desire. I experimentally rocked my hips, and Jeongin let out a guttural moan, his hands tightening on my hips. “That’s it, darling,” he rasped, “Just like that.”
Feeling encouraged by his response, I continued moving, my body adjusting to the rhythm I set. Jeongin’s hands were still gripping my hips, guiding me, helping me move. His gaze was fixed on me, his eyes dark and intense, his breathing ragged. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, his voice rough with need.
I was lost in a sea of sensations, my mind completely focused on Jeongin and the pleasure he was giving me. His words of praise added fuel to the fire, making me more desperate with need. “Jeongin,” I breathed out, my voice shaky, “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
Jeongin chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s the point, darling,” he replied, his voice low and hoarse, “I want to see you lose control, completely undone by me.” He then rolled his hips up, creating more friction between us, and I couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan.
Jeongin’s eyes were focused solely on me, watching my every reaction, feeding off my responses. He seemed to relish in the control he had over me In this moment, making me dizzy with need. “You’re so reactive, so sensitive,” he murmured, his hands caressing my thighs, “And you’re all mine.”
I was lost in the sensations, my body on fire, my mind completely clouded by desire. I needed Jeongin, needed him more than anything else. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice coming out in ragged breaths, “I’m all yours. Please, Jeongin, I need you now.”
Jeongin didn’t respond verbally, but his actions spoke louder than words. He suddenly flipped me over again, pinning me to the bed, his body covering mine. I let out a gasp, surprise and excitement mixing together. Jeongin leaned down, his lips against my ear, whispering, “Are you ready for me, darling?”
I could only nod in response, my words failing me. The anticipation was maddening, my entire body humming with need. Jeongin lifted his head to look at me, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He was so close, so very close to giving me what I needed. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “So vulnerable, so mine.”
Jeongin then leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over my body, possessive and urgent, trying to map every inch of me. I responded with eager fervor, arching into him, my body begging for more. I could feel him against me, hard and ready, and the need within me flared even higher.
Jeongin broke away from the kiss, his lips trailing down my throat, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. His beard scratched lightly against my skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He then gently nipped at my collarbone, making me gasp. “It’s time, darling,Yang Jeongin”
His words were a declaration and a warning at the same time. I could feel the tension in the room, the need pulsating between us. Jeongin then lifted his head, his eyes locking with mine, and I could see the desperate need within them, mirroring my own. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you mine.”

I shivered and jumped by feeling a hand on my shoulder , I looked around I was in church and the young priest was looking at me worried.
“Are you alright? “
I nodded, “I must’ve fallen asleep,” I lied, my face turning red.
The young priest chuckled softly. “It’s alright. I just wanted to check on you. It’s unusual to see someone sleeping during a Sunday morning.”
I felt even more embarrassed, realizing how odd it must have looked. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I must have been more tired than I realized.”
The young priest smiled. ”Don’t apologize. Perhaps the sermon was so soothing it lulled you to sleep.” He then looked around the empty church, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “But it seems you have the place to yourself at the moment.”
I chuckled softly, thankful for the playful tone. "Yeah, it does feel quite empty in here." I looked up at him, noticing the gentle smile on his face. There was something about him, a mixture of youth and wisdom that intrigued me.
“You know,” he started, “I sometimes find solace in the quiet moments in the church, especially when it’s empty like this. It feels like a peaceful sanctuary away from the outside world.”
I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. There’s a certain tranquility here.” I looked around, taking in the silence and the soft light filtering through the stained glass windows. “It’s like time stands still for a moment.”
The young priest chuckled softly. “You have a poetic way of speaking.” He paused, his gaze fixed on me for a moment. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before. Are you new to the area?”
I shook my head. “No, I grew up here actually. But I haven’t been to church in a long time.” I couldn’t help but notice the hint of curiosity in his eyes. Perhaps he was surprised to find a local who had been absent for so long.
“Ah, I see,” he replied. “Sometimes life gets in the way and we lose track of these things.” There was a pause, then he asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, what brought you back here today? If it’s not too personal, of course.”
I took a moment to consider my response.  There was something about his genuine question that made me want to be truthful. “Honestly,” I began, “I don’t even know myself. It was more of an impulse. I woke up this morning with an inexplicable urge to come here.” I lied again.
The young priest nodded thoughtfully. “Sometimes the inexplicable urges are the ones that lead us to unexpected discoveries.” He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. “May I ask your name?”
I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. But his friendly demeanor put me at ease. “It’s Hwang Hyunjin,” I replied, offering a shy smile.
“Hyunjin” he repeated, as if testing the sound of my name on his lips. “It suits you.”
I could feel my face heat up at the compliment, and I quickly looked away, focusing on a stained glass window nearby. “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling rather flattered.
There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, then the young priest spoke up again, his tone casual. “You know, I’m still fairly new here. I haven’t had the chance to get to know many people in the community yet.” He paused, a subtle hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Maybe you could give me some recommendations on local restaurants or places to visit. As a fellow resident, you must know some hidden gems.”
His attempt to be subtle made me chuckle softly. “You’re curious, huh?” I teased gently, my guard starting to lower.
He grinned, a hint of embarrassment in his expression. “Caught me there,” he admitted. “I just like getting to know the people around me, especially someone as intriguing as yourself.”