"Then how about you become a cupid of miserable people?"

"....Cupid is only for love."

"We can just let you work for the miserable people and let them have a decent life... Because miserable tend to end their life easily."

Iseul found it meaningless since either way she had to work for people's happiness.

"You can just think-"

"If I do so.... Am I going to get peace and free from my memories of this life?"

The man nodded his head.

"Then I am ready to work."

That man smiled a little as he put his hand on top of her head and patted her head.

"You are an innocent and honest child.... If I were a human and you were to be my child or granddaughter, I would have been very lucky."

Iseul looked away as she felt her head a little warm.

She blinked and tilted her head as she saw a small ray of light above her head.

"Iseul, I bless you with the power of an angel to become a cupid not for love but for miserable people.... The moment you accomplish your work and let go of your grief, your soul will return to its original place which is the reincarnation realm. Until then, you will be a living individual. Only those whom you will help or want to show your face will be able to see you. They will forget about you the moment you are dragged to the reincarnation realm. I, Wang, will be your witness and guardian till then."

It felt as if she was watching a historical drama with those heavy words.

Iseul's eyes dropped as she knew it was no drama but real life.

"I bless you, my child. For you to quickly leave this world."

"Just bless my new life."

She mumbled as she stood up.

"Now what?"

"Now, you can wander around and find miserable people. My work is done."

The man vanished as Iseul looked around and sighed but tilted her head when she noticed something.

"Lee Jaemin, 43 years and a teacher."

She rolled her eyes as she found that man speaking with a newly arrived soul.

She walked as she looked down and saw that she could actually fly/skate?!

She sighed as she chose to walk out of the hospital.

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It's been one week since Iseul died. The first two days, she spent crying and wandering around.

Then she found some skills. She has two appearances. One was her real self. And the other one was her child version when she was 7 years old.

Honestly, she has no idea why she can transfer back to her child form. However, that man did say once that he found her cute when he saw her during her childhood.

She then recalled one of her orphanage's teachers dying when she was 7.

That conversation was held on her 4th day being a ghost/cupid.

She also learned how to help people.

"I am a good ghost."

She grinned as the old lady smiled.

This was her 4th one whom she helped.

"I know... Then can you help me by letting me see my son one last time?"

Iseul nodded.

This kind of work was easy for her.

She helped two miserable people who wanted to meet their families. The third one was a little boy who was abused. The first one was twins who wanted to live together but were separated which affected them physically and mentally.

This old lady only had a few days and she was separated from her son 12 years ago.

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The moment Iseul finished helping that old woman, she found a commotion happening inside that building.

Iseul frowned as she walked towards the 3rd floor.

It was a multipurpose company. Mainly for detectives.

Iseul looked for that old woman's son through the agency since she was still new to this. That's why she revealed herself to everyone and became a human for them.

She couldn't wear dresses. She has this one fixed dress. Which was a white long skirt with a white shirt.

Which kind of made her look beautiful though.

And when she is in her child form, her dress becomes a white gown up to her legs.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?! I paid you to find my child! To find out what actually happened 20 years ago and you say you can't?!"

Iseul widened her eyes the moment she saw the man who was shouting.

Because the first thing was maybe he was the last person she saw before she died.

No, he is that person.

The moment she saw his gloomy eyes.

That day, she saw his panicked and worried eyes.

But there is no doubt that this was the man whom she saw before her final breath.

Suddenly a thought occurred to her which was......where was her body?

Did the hospital people take it in their possession so that they could experiment on her body or let the new students cut off her body?

Because there was no other option. There wasn't a single person who would be at least sad about her death.

Iseul came back to reality the moment that man shouted again.

"I don't care! I will throw more money. Just go and find him!"

That man's cold eyes were as sharp as a knife. The officers and other people bowed as they left.

"Yoongi hyung, calm down-"

"Go. I want to stay alone."

That man, named Yoongi entered an empty room as the other man left after patting his shoulder.

Iseul walked through the door she made herself invisible and looked at Yoongi who slid through the door and fell down as he broke into tears.

"Yuna-ah, I am so sorry... I am s-so s-sorry... I should.. have never loved you... No... you shouldn't have loved me... I am the murderer... You died because of me... B-because I was a fucking pathetic coward.... c-coward..."

Yoongi sobbed as Iseul bent on his level.

Her heart clenched at his sorrowful crying.

"I-I couldn't save you... I-I couldn't save y-you... I-I don't deserve to be a f-father... M-my s-son.... H-how can I tell him t-that h-he lived a life of an o-orphan because of h-his coward father.... S-should I just come to you when I find h-him? I-I can't even make eye contact with him.. I-I should just give him my properties and d-die-"

"NO! Why would you die just like that?!"

Yoongi flinched as he quickly composed himself.

His usual cold expression came back as he stood up and looked around.

"Who the hell are you?"

Iseul cursed for running her mouth when she was invisible.

"I-I am your guardian angel."

She felt ashamed to say cupid as she changed the cupid with an angel.

"You think of me as a little child?"

She shivered at his cold and chilly voice.

"N-no I am saying the truth."

Iseul already made up her mind to help this man. He was the last person she saw before she died.

Besides he was too miserable.

From his words, she could understand that maybe he left his lover alone and his lover died and he now can't find his son.

Even if he is at fault, since he is too miserable she wants to look into his situation.

Iseul sighed as she appeared in front of Yoongi's sight.

Yoongi flinched slightly yet he looked at her with those death glares.

"I am not a hologram either ajussi." She spoke.

"Am I too exhausted?"

Yoongi frowned as he felt that he knew her.. he saw her but where?

"Are you from those interns? I am sure I have seen you before."

Iseul shook her head. She knew this man wouldn't believe her and might actually make people think he was insane if he tried to expose her.

"I have only seen you for a second maybe....before I took my last breath... I don't know.. it was blurry."

"I have never accompanied any-"

Yoongi stopped as he widened his eyes. He looked at Iseul closely.

"You are....Iseul?"

Iseul widened her eyes.

"H-how...you saw my information?"

He only saw her with her bloody face. But it was indeed her. That mole under her right eye made it more clear.

He also knew that she was an orphan so there was no chance for her to have a twin.

And he knew she was dead.

"You.... I am sorry."

He frowned as he didn't know what to say.

He knew that she died a few days ago. They couldn't save her... He also felt guilty for not attending her funeral.

"Why? It's fine. It's not like I have anyone for me to grieve my death."

"And... now I have a job... I can help you."

"Y-you can?" Yoongi's eyes became sorrowful as he looked at her.

He knew he was selfish for asking a little girl who died recently to help him find his son but still...

"Yeah... So, your wife died and your son is left alone?"

Yoongi sighed.