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In a world where eyes are concentrated on mobile devices and human interactions minimal, love is now found through dating applications and not through random physical attraction or chance happenings.
Enter Jeon Jungkook, cupid extraordinaire.
If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, you’re probably thinking The Jeon Jungkook has cute little white wings attached to his back and floats around in an adult diaper, carrying a dinky little bow with cutesy arrows with tacky hearts as tips… and that’s exactly what he looks like.
Not.
Jungkook would not be caught dead in the stereotypical cupid outfit, despite his mother’s - Venus - protests. He has decently sized angelic wings (that he grooms daily; he’s Jeon Jungkook, what more do you expect?) and wears a neatly-ironed black suit with slacks over his adult diapers, thank you very much. His black bow is almost the same length as his height and he carries a quiver, filled with menacing, long arrows adorned with pastel pink hearts (hey, he has to at least keep some of the Cupid stereotype, right?).
Every single day, he flies out from his heavenly home above the clouds of Olympus and he scopes out the area he’s in charge of that day for potential lovers. Soulmates do exist in this universe but unlike the stories you read about how they’ll find one another in their early twenties and eventually find their happily-ever-after along with all that mushy crap, here, there’s a chance where they’ll never meet one another so they’ll have to settle down with another person they have come to love over their lifetime. This is where Jungkook and his job take over - he looks for those not destined to meet their soulmate in this lifetime and matches them up with another suitable person who shares the same fate. It sucks but you know how fucked up the world is.
October 4th, 20XX
Jungkook was in charge of Ilsan today, so he decided to set up base atop a building. With his binoculars, he scoped the area for the next potential couple. Earlier that day, as he was on his way to Ilsan, two people had caught his eye, and he matched them up. They, in his option, were one of the cutest couples he had the honor of setting up in his entire lifespan (he’s an old man, okay). The older boy of the newly matched couple had mint-colored hair and a catlike demeanor, whereas his younger counterpart had fluffy blond hair and the warmest smile. He reminded Jungkook of mochi, soft and squishy. They had bumped into one another on the street (Jungkook rolled his eyes because cliché) and were about to leave after apologizing to one another when Jungkook immediately saw the potential in their love - a lovely red aura - so he shot, with his deadly precision, two arrows at the young men. Sparks ignited (literally) and the older boy of the new couple invited the younger one, who agreed enthusiastically, to a cup of coffee as an apology (cue another eye roll because cliché). Jungkook, having done his job, wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and did a victory pose before continuing on his journey towards his destination.
Currently, he is eyeing this boy, who in his opinion is the literal embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome, with lavender hair, dimples as deep as the ocean and legs that go on for miles. It seemed as thought he was waiting for someone by the way he kept on checking the cracked screen of his phone (Jungkook cringed a bit; he felt bad for the piece of abused technology).
Jungkook, even though he knew mortals couldn’t see him, he flew down from his base and hid behind a pillar, continuing to spy on the boy until he saw the boy’s face light up. The angel looked at the direction of his smile and he saw perhaps two of the most handsome mortals his immortals eyes have been blessed with. The shorter of the duo, had the highest cheeks, beautiful golden skin, as if kissed by the Sun God Sol himself, and a smile so bright Jungkook had to pull out his shades (he had a lingering suspicion that Sol favored this boy; he’d have a firm talk with the man about almost blinding him later). The taller boy of the duo, Jungkook believed was blessed by his own mother: he was beautiful, ethereally so. A soft face void of blemishes, rosy-pink, thick lips, and pastel pink hair (Jungkook loved the color, even if he refuses to admit it). He felt his immortal heart skip a beat at the sight of this mortal and he put a hand over his chest, confused. But he shook his head. Now’s not the time to question your physical body Jungkook. Time to work.
He squinted a bit to get a better look at the boys and deemed the pink-haired boy a suitable match for the dimpled-boy so he, in a flourish, shot arrows at the two of them, only to be confused by the result. The arrow aimed at Dimples (what, Jungkook nicknames all his victims) had hit the target but the arrows aimed at Pinky swerved off course and hit Sunshine instead. Invisible hearts (to mortals) began emerging from the two victims like some video game and Pinky noticed the immediate change in the atmosphere between his two friends. He blinked rapidly (Jungkook couldn’t help but coo at how cute he was) but then the God of Love widened his eyes when Pinky turned his attention to the arrows stuck to the wall and began to inspect them. The mortal pulled the arrows from the wall and looked at the direction from where they came from. At this moment, the blooming romance between his two blushing friends were forgotten when he noticed Jungkook standing there, frozen.
Jungkook’s brain had gone into overdrive and he couldn’t move a muscle. Steam was flowing out from his ears as the gears cranked in his head. He couldn’t think of the reason why a mortal was capable of touching his arrows, let alone see them. Then… then it hit him.
“Shit.”
A mortal capable of seeing the arrows could see him and that meant only one thing in the Cupid Handbook - this beautiful mortal was his destined one, his Psyche of this generation. Fuck. Taehyung was going to have a field day with this.
The pink-haired mortal had walked up to him in the time he tried to gather his shit together and the god jumped, taken aback by his sudden appearance and closeness. In near proximity, the mortal was, in Jungkook’s terms, as beautiful as Venus herself (don’t tell her that, she’ll have his ass hung over her fireplace) and his squeaky giggle did things to his immortal heart.
“I believe these arrows are yours?”
The god could only nod and reached a hand out to grab them, disintegrating them since they were used. Pink-haired boy giggled again. Jungkook was fucked.
“Thank you… Cupid, I presume? I’ve been meaning to get those two together for years but Namjoon has been reluctant, wanting to find his soulmate, even though I keep telling him that it may be impossible in his lifetime.” He smiled softly. “Hoseok, on the other hand, has had the patience of an angel, and waited for him to get his shit together. I swear, Namjoon may be the most intelligent man around but he sure is stupid when it comes to things like love.”
Jungkook could only stare and nod at the mortal. The pink-haired boy extended his hand out with a lovely smile.
“I’m Kim Seokjin, but everyone calls me Jin. I know you’re Cupid, but do you have an actual given name?”
Jungkook hesitantly reached his hand out and lightly shook the boy’s hand. His hand was so soft and warm. “J-Jeon Jungkook.”
“Well, J-Jeon Jungkook, it was nice meeting you!” Seokjin said. “Thank you again for helping me bring my two friends together. I hope to see you around sometime!”
Jin winked at him and sent him a flying kiss before giggling and walking away back to his friends who were now holding hands, both giving him weird looks before walking off.
Jungkook was truly, indeed, fucked beyond his wits.
“Goddamn.”