#hey his surname is blackwood?

[rkmoon]

*shipping radar intensifies* 👀👀👀👀👀

[jaeminlore]

Ace of Hearts | Junhui

summary: jun works for cupid inc, and wonders why his arrows aren’t working on a certain girl. he decides to go down to investigate, and realizes he knew a lot less about love than he had originally thought. words: 6k+ category: cupid!jun x asexual!reader, fluff, comedy

There you were, as always, reading a book in the corner of the bar while your friends went on and mingled. Every once in awhile someone would come to your table, and you’d talk to them for a few minutes before returning to your book. Your pale t-shirt stuck to your collarbones, thanks to the growing humidity of the room. Jun himself felt a bit flustered from the heat. Of course, that could just be because heat rises, and Jun was hiding in the rafters. He sighed under his breath, squinting his eyes in an effort to see what you were reading. He wished he had brought a book with him, or his Gameboy at the least.

He wasn’t even supposed to be out tonight. This was Wonwoo’s shift. It was Wonwoo’s job to find you love, but the slacker just had to come down with a fever the night before. Sending a curse to his friend back at the head office, Jun extracted his bow and a single arrow. The bow was made from a Blackwood Tree, enchanted specifically for his hand. The arrows were basic, used by every other cupid in business. The simple baby blue arrows with dark blue tips looked rather beautiful, despite the frightening end. Jun poked it with the pad of his thumb. Blood soon appeared, and he quickly brought his thumb to his lip in and effort to stop the flow. At least Wonwoo sharpened them before he got sick.

Jun loved his job. Any other night, he would’ve thanked the stars above that Wonwoo had gotten sick. There wasn’t anything Jun loved more than pricking people in the butt and making them fall for the person next to them. If he were assigned any place else, he wouldn’t be complaining. But he was complaining, because you were there. You were the bane of every cupid’s existence. Absolutely no one had successfully found love for you. It was as if you didn’t feel arrows at all. Not to mention if someone else was pricked and set their sights on you: you would simply brush them off.

Jun would’ve loved to just ignore you. To move on to the next person and shoot them in their behind. Perhaps they would actually appreciate Jun’s hard work. He couldn’t ignore you because you were in the books of Cupid Inc. It was contracted that you were looking for love and would be an easy target. Jun really wanted to find the person who wrote down your name and make •them• try and find love for you. At this point the boy didn’t even feel like trying. However, he could be fired if he didn’t complete his job. With that thought as his only motivation, he held up his bow and pulled the string back until it met with his temple. Once the blue point was directed right at your hip, Jun released, his fingers loosening as he did so. The arrow soared across the dimly lit bar and landed right in the skin of your tailbone.

You jolted slightly and looked around. Jun thought that perhaps, just this once, he had actually succeeded in getting you. His hopes were soon smashed when you furrowed your thick brows and returned to your book. He shoved his bow back in his bag with vigor, not knowing how else to vent his frustration. Usually, if you were anyone else, you would approach someone by now. You were supposed to take their hand and lead them outside to hail a cab and start your adventure. Instead, you simply curled into a ball and smiled at whatever you had just read. Your pale lips distracted Jun for a moment, before he turned his head, wondering why the arrows didn’t work on you.

Before he could come up with a plausible answer, you were saving your place in your book. Oh, no. Jun knew this meant he had about two minutes before you were out that door and gone. His boss’s voice played over in his head: “If you fail this one again, you’re leaving Cupid Inc.”

He cursed under his breath. Your black heels seemed to clack louder with every step, almost to taunt Jun. Hey! Look what’s getting away!

Maybe you were a witch. That would explain why the arrows didn’t work on you. Jun went over theories as he walked outside, hoping to follow you home and question you himself. He never considered himself a hands-on cupid, but if you needed a bit of a push, he would help. Maybe you were shy. Maybe the arrows worked and you just brushed off the lustful feelings they gave you because you couldn’t approach anyone without having a panic attack.

As he rounded the corner and saw you walking up the steps towards a rather boring and not at all witch-like apartment, he pouted his lip. Eyebrows furrowed, he anticipated your next move: closing the door before he could approach you. This was all well, supposing Jun could just knock. He ran his fingers through his hair and trampled up the steps, nearly tripping in his escapade to your door. Then he knocked with a short rat-a-tat-tat.

You opened a meager fifteen seconds later with a single eye peaking out. “Hello. What do you want?”

“I’m Jun,” he said, curiously peering at your face. You looked dashingly beautiful under the lamplight, and the natural contour gifted to you by the shadows made Jun think that perhaps you really weren’t human. Perhaps you were something else altogether. “I need to talk to you.”

“Come back tomorrow,” your voice was a tad gravelly, and although it was a sound Jun wasn’t used to hearing, it was one he found himself wanting to hear again. Before he could proclaim this, you shut your door in his face, and the click of your deadbolt had him stumped for options.

It had to be nearing midnight. Jun supposed he could wait around until sunrise, where he would hear your voice again. The eagerness that that thought brought to him was almost enough to keep him awake. However, as soon as he curled up beside your apartment door, his eyelids fell heavily against themselves. It wasn’t long before soft snores escaped his lips, and your neighbors who worked night shifts thought you had a very drunken stalker camping outside of your home.

You nearly forgot about the strange man. He took you by surprise, certainly, with his copper-colored hair and mischievous eyes. What was more surprising was his speech, and the way he urgently expressed his need to talk to you, as if he were some messenger from an adventure novel. The book you were reading just had to be The Hobbit, and your mind went to far away places, wondering if the strange man was your very own wizard, coming to convince you to help him and his dwarf companions kill a dragon.

The thought had you chuckling as you flipped over a blueberry pancake. The batter slid unevenly for a moment, but with a tilt of the pan it was back to a normal, somewhat oblong, shape. In the midst of flipping your next pancake, a harsh rap of knuckles against wood frightened you, and you accidentally flipped the batter halfway out of the pan. Steam hissed as the drippy batter fell onto the hot stovetop, and you rushed to clean everything up before it charred and made your stove messy.

Once that situation was taken care of, you jogged over to the door and swung it open, fully expecting it to be the mail lady delivering your package. Instead, it was a sleepy boy, sporting the same familiar hair color you saw just the night before. It was easier to see him now in the morning light, so you took your time studying his features. You were just tracing the slope of his nose with your eyes when he cleared his throat, causing you to jump in embarrassment. Redness shot across your cheeks as you struggled not to look embarrassed in front of him. It wasn’t every day a handsome man came up to your door and asked to talk.

Whatever he wished to talk about might not be positive, though, and you had half the mind not to let him in. “What did you say your name was again?”

“I’m Jun,” he said. He voice was smoother than you remembered, a velvet drizzle of caramel to warm your eardrums. “I’m a cupid.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his joke. “A single cupid? Isn’t there only one cupid anyway?”

“Technically, yes.” Jun rolled his eyes as if he got this question all the time. “We’re all ancestors of the Cupid. It’s a family business. Cupid is our calling card, like a surname for humans.”

“So if you aren’t a human, what are you?” He was lucky it was the morning, and the bizarreness of the conversation hadn’t crossed your common sense yet.

Jun covered his mouth with the back of his hand and yawned, “I suppose some kind of god. A demigod maybe. Or I could be an angel.”

“What if you’re a demon?” you played a long.

Jun nodded seriously, “That would explain my devilishly handsome good looks.”

It took three beats before you could no longer hold your laughter. You snorted at the boy, who still looked rather serious as he struggled to remember his ancestry. “Maybe you’re just a fairy.”

“Ah, I think that is it,” Jun said, eyes sparkling, “Although it’s not as interesting as a demigod.”

He didn’t look particularly bothered by the crisp morning. His thin t-shirt battled the wind, and goosebumps rose across his arms, but he showed no sign of discomfort. You found yourself believing his strange words and nonchalant attitude, so you opened the door wider. “Would you like to come in? I just made pancakes.”

As soon as the pancakes were in front of him, Jun popped the cap off of the syrup bottle and began to drown his. You sat across from him, nothing but a bit of whipped cream on your own pancakes, and rose the question, “What did you need to talk to me about.”

Jun looked up from his syrupy pool. “I’m a cupid, like I said before. I was assigned to find you a match, but you have yet to take the bait. It’s as if my arrows don’t affect you at all.”

“I wonder why. Did you actually hit me?”

“Yes!” Jun said, “Just last night I got you but you never made a move!”

You thought back to the previous night, where you had read in the corner of one of the bar’s many booths. Your brain walked through the evening, wondering if you ever got the urge to approach someone. “I-I can’t think of anything. That’s weird.”

Jun shoved some pancakes in his mouth and chewed quickly before swallowing and starting his rant, “Tell me about it. I’ve been trying to get you laid for weeks and yet nothing happens. It’s like you’re immune for something.”

Before you could stop it, a giggle erupted from your lips. “Laid? That’s what those arrows make you want to do? No wonder they don’t work on me.”

Jun’s eyebrows crinkled. He cocked his head to the side and met your eyes with an innocently curious gaze. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m asexual, Jun. It means I’m not really into sex. If the arrows produce lustful feelings, they aren’t going to work on me.” Your eyebrows rose and you smirked, “Unless they activate my lust for adventure, of course.”

“That would explain why you’re always burying your nose further into your book after I shoot you.” Jun sat back in his chair, arms crossed against his chest. For a moment, a fond smile adorned his face. Then, as quickly as it came it was gone, replaced with a look of deep thought. “Well, how am I supposed to find you love, then? I’ll get fired if I don’t.”

“Sex doesn’t equal love,” you said.

As you got up to get more whipped cream, you heard Jun sigh behind you. “It doesn’t? What does?”

You shrugged and popped the cap off of the can. “Love is hard to explain. It can be expressed through physical actions like hugs, kisses, and sex. But it’s also the little things. For instance, if you made sure I put on my seatbelt every time we were in a car. That would be a small act of love. Telling me there is broccoli in my teeth before I go out and embarrass myself in public is a small act of love. Holding my hand when it’s dark and scary would be a small act of love.”

“Holding hands is physical,” Jun pointed out.

“It usually isn’t sexual though,” you argued.

“So what do you recommend I do?” Jun asked. “If my arrows won’t work, how will I find you a mate?”

You grabbed both yours and his empty plates and transferred them to the sink. A soft hum escaped your lips as you thought about it. “Maybe you should make different arrows. Manufacture romance arrows and friendship arrows. That way people like me, or people who simply aren’t ready to have sex with a complete stranger, can fall in love in other fashions. Better, more concrete fashions.”

Jun brought his thumbnail up to his lips and bit down nervously. “Maybe it could work. I guess I’ll go search for ways to make them. I can’t make them at Cupid Inc., though. They’ll fire me.”

“You should let them fire you,” you retorted. “Make a new corporation and base it around making people happy, rather than getting people laid.”

You could see that your words were turning circles in the boy’s mind. The concept of romance in itself seemed so new to him. It was nearly laughable how much he didn’t know. So much for Cupid.

“Happiness,” he mulled over the word. “That is a good emotion. It’s different than pleasure, but not in a bad way. It could work.”

Jun showed up three days later, his arms so full of strange items that he could barely knock to alert you that he was there. He managed to kick your door, making you think someone was trying to break in. As soon as you saw his sheepish smile over a pile of junk, you relaxed. “Hey, Jun.”

“Y/n,” he greeted, walking past you and dumping his collected items onto your floor. “I have enough resources to make five arrows. They’ll be my prototypes and you’ll be my lab rat.”

“Honored,” you deadpanned.

“Seriously,” he said, “the more I thought about it the more this could work. I mean, just today I kept noticing all these couples and they seemed so happy just being beside each other. I think I’m beginning to understand love. So we’re making love arrows. Not lust arrows. Not passion arrows. We’re going to make people fall in love innocently, through shy gazes and hesitant hand holding.”

“Nice pitch,” you said, “How long did that one take?”

“Literally twenty minutes,” Jun rolled his eyes. “But it sounds great, right? The CEO of Cupid Inc. is bound to accept our product with a pitch like that. And think, I wouldn’t even have to be fired from the family business.”

“Our product?”

“You’re my business partner, right?” Jun asked. “This was your idea, after all.”

You bit your lip. “I’m a human.”

“Which works so well. Who better to have as a partner for a human product than a human itself?” Jun looked far too excited. You wondered how long he had stayed up, practicing pitches and looking for inventory. The bags under his eyes told you it had been awhile. Without much thought, you reached up and brushed the bangs off of his forehead. Jun’s eyes widened and he looked eyes with you. A blush appeared on his cheeks; he cleared his throat before looking to the ground. “So… should we get started?”

“Yeah,” you said absentmindedly as you looked around. “Except I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Oh, well it’s all magic,” Jun said. “I transfer my magic into a potion and that’s what we dip the tips of the arrows into.”

You bit your lip and sat on your rug, pulling your knees up to your chest. Jun was quickly to follow. His nimble fingers grasped for the shaft of the arrow. “So maybe you can craft the arrows while I mix the potion?”

Eyebrows furrowed, you nodded. Once Jun showed you how to craft, you came to realize that it wasn’t hard at all. It was essentially drilling and screwing. You were done with all five arrows in less than fifteen minutes. With all the free time you had, you watched Jun work his magic — quite literally — into one of your saucepans. Somewhere inside of you was a mourning for the stainless steel, but it was quickly replaced with overwhelming curiosity as the mixture turned a thick purple. It looked like a galaxy pattern, but there was something deeper about it. The hues were darker — more blue — and they went on for infinities. Your eyes were wide as you stared at the mixture. “So…that’s it? That’s the stuff that makes you fall in love?”

When Jun looked up, you were already gazing into his russet eyes, searching for an answer. He swallowed his saliva subtly. Never in his life had he wanted so badly not to shoot a client. After spending even the short amount of time with you that he did, he felt instantly drawn to you. You were beautiful and joyful, not to mention, the two of you shared the same taste in books. Jun found himself thinking about your pancakes often, and also whether or not he would ever see you again after this. He thought of waking up and seeing you making the pancakes he never realized he would crave so much. He thought of kissing your cheek and setting the table for breakfast. Even a fantasy so simple had his cheeks rosy. Sweat dampened his palms, and he was quick to wipe them on his thighs before answering. “I’m not so sure about love anymore, Y/n.”

“What do you mean?”  

Jun averted his eyes from your careful scrutiny. His tongue darted out from behind his lips to wet them. “Well…it’s fake, isn’t it? All that we do? This whole business is a scam, isn’t it?”

The hurt look on his face made you want to lie. “Not necessarily…”

“It is,” Jun moaned. “Even these arrows won’t work because all this has to come naturally.”

Before you could argue, he grabbed the saucepan and got up to pour the contents down the sink. He flicked the garbage disposal on, and your apartment was filled with the loud gurgle of the machine. “Uh, what happens if you put a love potion in the garbage disposal?”

Jun shrugged. “Beats me. Maybe two rats will fall in love.” Without missing a beat, he turned to your counter and lifted himself onto it. He tapped his chin with his pointer finger, “Now back to brainstorming. Should we start a matchmaking business?”

You — with a bit of effort — crawled onto the counter with him. His shoulder bumped yours in greeting, eliciting a giggle from both of your mouths. You wondered how he could bounce from one project to the next so quickly. It was hard to keep up, but you didn’t mind the challenge, “We could start a matchmaking business. We could work for a charity… that makes people happy.”

“We could reunite families!” Jun exclaimed. “Like, imagine if Batman has been reunited with his parents! He would’ve been so much happier!”

“Jun,” you whispered gently, “Batman’s parents are dead. That was a part of his character development.”

“Oh. Nevermind.”

You let your head fall onto Jun’s shoulder. “We don’t have to worry about it now. It’ll come to us soon.”

Jun nodded, his own mind begging for a bit of rest from all the brainstorming and excitement. “Well let’s move to the couch or something because if we fall asleep on this counter it could be disastrous.”

When you didn’t answer, Jun craned his neck to try and catch a glimpse of you. “Oh. You’re asleep. Cute.” Before he could stop himself, he poked your cheek. You only moved closer to him at the contact. “Alright, snuggle bug, I’m just going to pick you up for a moment, just until we reach the couch.”

He felt awkward, hooking his arms under your knees and torso. Truth be told, he had never been this close to a human before. There was a warm, fuzzy place in his brain where common sense usually resided. Perhaps this was a human trait? Like, you must’ve been letting off a defense mechanism to keep him from harming you, right? Jun shook his head, thinking that he needed to get out and meet new humans. He needed to compare research notes with himself.

There was a wool blanket folded on top of the couch. After laying you down, Jun pulled the blanket up to your chin and tucked it under. He leaned down, lips puckered towards your forehead, before stopping. Maybe you wouldn’t like to be kissed while asleep. Maybe you wouldn’t like to be kissed at all. He still wasn’t quite sure of a lot of things about you. With a tender smile on his lips, he brushed your bangs off of your forehead and whispered a quiet goodbye.

Before heading to your apartment, Jun stopped at the local library. He was dying to research more about human love and emotions. He wanted to grasp how you were feeling, and why he felt the way he did around you. He wanted to know why you smelled like safety and why your eyes twinkled with starlight.

After grabbing a few different human behavior and philosophy books, he settled into an overstuffed chair in the corner and began to read. He was quick, his eyes scanning the words with eagerness and curiosity. He hadn’t even realized the time going past until a boy around his age tapped him on the knee. Jun peeked at him from over the rim of his book.

The stranger had fluffy blond hair and glasses. His smile was charming and just as mischievous as Jun’s normally was. Unfortunately, Jun didn’t feel fuzzy in the brain when this boy smiled at him. He didn’t even react when the boy began talking. “I’m Jeonghan. The library’s about to close soon; just thought I’d let you know.”

He walked away, and Jun was quick (and clumsy) to follow after him. “Wait!”

Jeonghan stopped. He looked worried. “What is it? Are you alright?”

Jun shook his head. “I’ve been reading books all day but I still can’t find what I’m looking for.”

“What is that?”

“Well, I want to know why my brain gets fuzzy when I look at someone.”

“What do you mean?” Jeonghan rose an eyebrow, “Is your vision blurry? You should go get glasses.”

“No,” Jun shook his head. “My brain.” Seriously, why do humans always misinterpret things? “My common sense disappears and my chest gets warm and my brain goes fuzzy. Like, I can’t think.”

Jeonghan’s confusion was quickly replaced with a knowing smile. “Ah… you’re innocent aren’t you? Don’t you know about attraction?”

Jun blinked at him.

“You know,” Jeonghan urged. “It’s like when you see someone, and they’re the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Or they’re funny and kind. Or they smell good and their laugh fills your mind whenever they’re gone. That’s attraction.”

Jun’s eyes widened. “I think I have that! Well, is it contagious? Is there a cure?”

“What you you going on about? It’s not a disease,” Jeonghan laughed, “You must be drunk. Can I call someone to take you home?”

“No. I’m walking,” Jun said. “I’m not drunk either, I just need to know what attraction is. Does it affect a lot of humans?”

The librarian came by then, and told them that is was closing time. Jeonghan followed Jun out, an amused smirk on his lips. “Well, it affects most humans, yes. Sometimes it affects people less or more, depending on the human.”

Jun pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “It doesn’t affect Y/n at all. At least, the sex part. That’s what she’s told me, and I’m trying to learn more about her…”

“Well, people can not like sex and still be attracted to others. It just depends on the person. Humans are complicated, you know,” Jeonghan said.

“Tell me about it,” Jun grumbled. “When I’m around her I feel it more. Attraction. Do you think she’s the cause of it?”

Jeonghan snickered. “I think she might be. You really are out of it, aren’t you? How about I walk you home?”

Jun shrugged. “If you insist.”

You opened the door as soon as the doorbell rang. “Jun! I’ve been waiting for hours! Are you okay?”

Jun grinned at you, and pulled someone behind him. “Really sorry about that, Y/n. This is Jeonghan. I met him at the library. He says I have a disease.”

“What?” You looked at Jeonghan strangely.

The light-haired boy shrugged, “I think he’s drunk or high. He’s saying weird things that don’t make any sense.”

Jun huffed. “I already told you I wasn’t drunk. Second of all, please stop talking about me like I’m not right here. Y/n, I have a disease called attraction and you caused it.”

You snorted. “Okay, it wasn’t the smoothest pick-up line, but I’ll take it.”

Jun groaned and grabbed his hair in frustration. “You humans never listen. Stop talking nonsense and help me find the cure to this disease!”

Jeonghan bent down and whispered in your ear, “What’s going on?”

“He’s just forgotten his meds,” you whispered back, hoping you sounded convincing enough to please the stranger. “He gets a bit confused when that happens. Thanks for bringing him home.”

“No problem,” he still gave you a weird look. “Do you need me to help, or…”

“No, no,” you assured him. “Everything’s alright.”

Jeonghan passed a distrusting look toward Jun. Then, he pulled a notepad and pen out of his back pocket. “Here’s my number, alright? Call me if you need to.”

“Thank you,” you said, your cheeks growing warm at his gentle smile. With one more nod, he was gone, and you were left with a very frustrated Jun.

“Sit down,” you told him. “We need to talk.”

Jun fell back into the sofa, his hand immediately grabbing your throw pillow. He cuddled it to his chest and pouted. “I don’t see why you guys have to make fun of me. It’s not my fault I don’t know human customs. Why would I? Do I look like a human?”

“You do, actually,” you said. After receiving a glare from Jun, you cleared your throat. “Anyway, it’s not a disease or an illness. It’s a feeling. All the symptoms are there, but it’s not dangerous or anything.”

Jun huffed. “Great. So I just looked like an idiot in front of that human.”

“I’m sorry,” you patted his knee gently, “It’s just that I don’t know what you do and don’t know. I thought attraction was a thing Cupids should know about.”

“Why would we?” Jun asked. “We don’t get attracted to each other, and it’s not like we come down onto earth often. Even then it’s only on business, like now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “But you told Jeonghan you were attracted to me.”

“Of course I am,” Jun said with no embarrassment whatsoever. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve been working on your case for months, wondering for the life of me why someone as beautiful as you would need help finding love. And now, after spending just a few days with you, I still can’t figure out why.”

“It’s because I’m Ace,” you told him, “and not all humans like that.”

“What do you mean?” Jun suddenly looked upset. “You can’t get a date because you don’t like sex? Isn’t that like someone rejecting me because I like pineapples on my pizza?”

You crinkled your nose. “To be fair, I would reject you for that.”

A laugh erupted from your lips when Jun shoved your side, a gentle smile on his face. Without warning, he tackled you into a hug, his warm breath on your neck calming your senses. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “This is more than okay.”

“Good.” Jun pulled you down until the two of you were cuddling on the couch, your bodies squished together awkwardly. “Because I think I could hold you all day long if you’d let me.”

Jun’s words still stood when he woke up, nose pressed against your soft neck. You smelt good, and your skin was smooth and soft against his. With his arms around you, he felt safe. Safe and happy and hopeful, that today would be another happy day spent with you. It was horrible, because he’d only known you properly for a few days, but like he had told you before, he felt attracted to you. And it didn’t matter how humans defined it, because Jun defined it himself as a disease; a disease that overwhelmed him with the urge to be with you today and tomorrow and the next day until it turned into eternity and Jun still wasn’t tired of you.

But that was all part of the disease. Because Jun wasn’t used to human affection. He wasn’t used to knowing how it felt to be with someone else. You, however, did. That was why you didn’t like him back. That was why, to you, he was only a friend. A business partner. He came here to find you love; real love. Not this infatuation-affection lovesickness he had. He was going to do his work, and then he was going to return to Cupid Inc.

Maybe he could restart his arrow project. Maybe he could make them into confidence arrows. Instead of giving people false feelings, it could just show them the feelings they already had…

“Y/n!” Jun sprang up, effectively rolling you onto the floor. Your back hit the rug with a loud thud, and you squinted up to see Jun’s concerned face peeking down at you, “I’m so sorry, but you have to help me out. I have a new arrow project.”

“You couldn’t have waited till I woke up to tell me?” you grumbled, sitting up. Your nose brushed against Jun’s for a moment before he pulled himself up, grinning.

“But this could work! This could be the rebranding we talked about!”

“I thought we gave up on that.”

“Too quickly,” Jun agreed, “Now my idea has evolved properly. It’s foolproof.”

“Alright,” you sighed, “What is it?”

“Okay… So what if I could make an arrow that brought your true feelings to life? The ones you already had, so it wouldn’t be fake at all.”

You got up and sat beside Jun in the couch, crossing your legs. “That is actually not a bad idea. Can you think of any cons before we get started?”

Jun furrowed his eyebrows, “Cons?”

“Reasons not to do it,” you explained. “Something that would make us quit halfway like last time.”

Jun shook his head. “No, this is it. This is the one that’s going to actually work.”

You hadn’t felt like cooking breakfast, and you didn’t trust Jun to use any more of your cooking ware. So while he worked on his arrows (once again), you went to McDonalds to pick up some breakfast biscuits and coffee.

Upon returning, you saw that Jun had simply made more arrows and piled them onto the coffee table. Instead of the one he had already used, he managed to unearth another one of your lovely saucepans and fill it with an oozy blue liquid.

In his defense, you hadn’t told him that the saucepans were off limits. For all you knew, he might actually think they were for potions, or magic slime, or whatever else that stuff could be.

Jun himself was wrapped in one of your blankets like a burrito, only his head and arms peeking out from the cozy exterior. He was on your laptop, eyes barely lifting to tell you hello. You unwrapped a biscuit and held it in front of his mouth. “Eat.”

He opened his mouth and took a bite before pulling back and going back to the laptop screen. Through his partly-swallowed food, he managed to get out, “I’ve brewed a few different coating that I think will work. My best shot, no pun intended, is coating the arrow point with this blue stuff. It’ll give the victim clarity to see who they love. Who they truly love. I also have a green one boiling on your stove. That one will help people gain the confidence to approach someone, or kiss them, or whatever they want to do but don’t have the guts to do.”

You broke out into a smile. “Jun! These are genius! It’s like a way to help people without forcing them to do anything they don’t want to do. It’s like cutting out the creepy middleman and creating a whole new brand.”

Jun rose his eyebrows, and for the first time you saw him smirk. It was filled with pride, and didn’t last lost as it gave way to a cheesy grin. “You really think so? Do you think they’ll accept it at Cupid Inc.?”

“I have no reason to think they won’t,” you sat down and pulled some of the blanket off of Jun so that you could wrap it around yourself as well.

“C'mere,” Jun shifted, pulling you over his lap, so that you could rest against his collarbone and he could finish his research. “Now, I was thinking that I could try them both out on you, if it’s okay. Maybe I’ll shoot the clarity arrow at Jeonghan and the confidence arrow at you?”

You lifted your head and braced your hand against his stomach as you stared at him. “What? Why Jeonghan? I thought you were the one with attraction.”

Jun giggled nervously, “Well, I’m a cupid. And I’ll be heading back to Cupid Inc. soon anyway. You’ll need a human to look after you while I’m gone. Also, Jeonghan blushed when he gave you his number. That’s a sign of attraction: I looked them up.”

You couldn’t really explain the disappointment you felt as you sank back down, you head falling onto Jun’s chest effortlessly, like it was meant to be there. You felt stupid, like some teen romance protagonist who was so angstily in love with her best friend.

Except this wasn’t some teen romance novel and you weren’t in love with your best friend. You were crushing on a cupid, and that seemed much, much worse. Because it was like mythology: messy and unattainable and more than likely something you would regret in years to come. But this was Jun, someone who wanted people to find love, not some Narcissus who only loved himself.

You didn’t even know you were gripping Jun’s shirt until he grabbed your hands and gently pulled them off of the fabric. “Is it not a good idea?” he asked worriedly. “Should I give it up and try again.”

“No, Jun, it’s just…” You clenched your eyelids tightly before opening them and looking into the boy’s eyes. “Do you not want to even try to be with me? Do you really think I would rather go out with some random boy at the library than you?”

Jun opened his mouth to say something, but he unfortunately wasn’t sure what to say. “I-I, well, um, I just thought…”

“What?” you asked. “Jun, it’s okay.”

Jun sighed and lifted a hand to run through his hair. “What if it’s not right? What if… I mean, I’m a cupid. I don’t know how human customs work and I certainly don’t know how human love works. What if I’m reading my feelings wrong and I end up breaking your heart? I’m scared I’m going to hurt you.”

“Jun,” you cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his, breathing in his scent and shaking your head at his nervous exhales. “Jun, it might seem like it but humans don’t have it figured out either, okay? I’m scared, too. I haven’t been in many relationships, and none that have lasted more than a few months. It’s nerve wracking, because I don’t know if you’re going to fly up to Cupidsville and leave me for someone else.”

“I don’t think I’d ever do that,” Jun said, lifting his head only slightly to kiss your nose. “Maybe… Maybe I can talk Wonwoo (he’s one of my friends up there) into taking over the arrows for me. He can get them manufactured, and I can stay down here, with you.”

“What about money? Food? A job?”

Jun bit his lip and looked away sheepishly, “Okay, What if I still worked at Cupid Inc. for the money, but came down here to hang out with you and sleep.”

“I’d like that a lot,” you said. “I-I like you a lot, Jun.”

“I like you a lot too, Y/n,” he grinned, and for the first time, you noticed his uneven teeth. Something inside of you soared at the thought of getting to learn more things about him every day, slowly, at your own pace.

“As much as I like cuddling with you, we should probably get up and do something productive now.”

“No,” Jun wrapped his arms around your shoulders and squished you against his body. “I’ll have to take these arrows back to Cupid Inc. tonight. For now, I just want to hold you.”

And that’s what he did.