It has been five years since I lost interest in going to church every week, dragged along by my parents. These days, my only interest is the 'church oppa,' Han Wooyeon.

He shows a kind and ascetic side to everyone, even praying with tears. I wanted to break that image. I was curious to see what a gentle person would look like when flustered.

One Sunday morning, word came that he couldn't make it to church because he wasn't feeling well. As soon as service ended, I headed to his studio apartment with porridge on an errand for my parents.

I was about to ring the doorbell when I arrived at his door. The front door was slightly ajar, and a faint smell of cigarettes drifted out.

Feeling a sense of foreboding, I peered through the gap in the door. I locked eyes with him, and he was staring back at me with a blank expression.

Disheveled hair, a bare torso. And the faint trail of cigarette smoke rising from between his fingers. It was a face I had never seen before from the church boy who was always quiet and kind.

That day, I realized for the first time.

That the man I thought was so easy to read was actually a completely different person.

Just how much more corrupt is he than what I see? No, how much more corrupt can he become?