Warning - Long chapter ahead

(Mature themes, depression is mentioned, coarse language)

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"Hoseok? Are you home?" Cupid called through the door as she knocked quietly on the door. She hadn't heard from the man in over a week, despite trying to contact him as much as she could. It seemed like their relationship had come full circle again, and she didn't know why. He was locked away, and she was trying to reach him.

Had she done something wrong? Had she said something wrong?

With another knock to the door, she could hear the scraping of Hoseok's wheelchair against the floor. She knew he was home, he was just ignoring her. He was silently hiding away in his room as he waited for her to leave. He was so, so scared.

Another few days passed, and Cupid was honestly getting very tired. She just wanted to speak to him again. She made her way to his door again and let her fingertips slide down the wooden frame, as if she were caressing him; telling him she just wanted him to come out. She missed him.

"Hoseok," She began sorrowfully, "I know you can hear me." She looked down at the clunky, chipped timber of the porch. "I-I don't know what I did, but we can talk about it. I'm sorry... I miss you."

Hoseok was trying his best to get his sweater on when he heard her voice through the door, calling his name. He didn't want to go near it; it reminded him of when he was free of the constraints of his anxiety and depression, when he was happier. But, he wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to speak to her, but he couldn't. He couldn't keep seeing her when his heart yearned to be in her arms – something that would never happen.

Reluctantly, he listened to the thudding of his heart, which told him at least see what she wanted. He slowly and quietly rolled the thin wheels of his chair towards the door, where he could hear the honey like soothing drawl of her voice. It made him feel warm inside, like some sort of roasted marshmallow.

"I know you can hear me." She said in a sorrowful tone, "I-I don't know what I did, but we can talk about it. I'm sorry." She hesitated, "I miss you."

Hoseok's lips sloped downwards, his hand reaching out to touch the wood of the door as if he wished to feel the heat of her skin that stood behind it. Her figure stood beside the door for a very long time after her confession, and then her footsteps slowly echoed through the apartment complex. With each thud, Hoseok felt his heart drop to his stomach. He wanted to call her back, tell her he was the one who was sorry for shutting her out, but he could not muster up the courage. She couldn't see him this way.

She couldn't see him at all.

He sat there for a while longer, waiting as if she'd suddenly return, and then finally rolled his chair towards the bathroom. There, he noticed the mirror he had seen himself in the day she'd cut his hair. He remembered everything - the smile that etched it's way across her face, the beautiful gusts of laughter that sounded from her sweet, pink lips, her fingers in his hair...The love that shone like angels stepping down the Jacob's ladder through her soft eyes.

While his mind nagged at him, telling him that he wasn't good enough for her, that his legs rendered him incapable of ever being with anyone, he decided to be the voice over the screaming. Giving one long, last look in the mirror; he decided that if she rejected him, at least he made the effort to follow his heart.

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Cupid was cleaning when she heard a loud and confident knock on the door. She wondered who it was, hoping that it was the man next door. With that in mind, she made her way to the door.

When she opened the large wooden entrance, she was delighted to find the man in his wheelchair at her door. He gave her a nervous glance before speaking.

"I-I'm sorry." He muttered with his head down, unable to give any explanation for his behaviour. "Do you want to go out somewhere?" Cupid's lips curled into a smile that reached the very irises of her eyes.

"Sure."

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"When was the last time you've been to a park?" Cupid asked, licking the vanilla drops from her beige coloured ice-cream. She sat on the emerald grass while Hoseok sat beside her on his chair, watching the other park goers run around and play.

Hoseok licked the chocolate from his ice-cream cone. "Well, I haven't really been able to go anywhere, because the owner took so long in adding the wheelchair ramp to the property." He smiled warmly as he watched some school kids kick a soccer ball to each other. "It's great to be out again."

Cupid reached out her hand to grab his, her eyes meeting with his own in a sincere gleam. Hoseok gulped a dollop of his own saliva as the treads of his fingers met hers and grasped them as if they were the rope keeping him from falling off a cliff.

Her smile was the fire to his heart, which he could hear thumping inside the cage of his chest, begging him to embrace himself in her tender arms. Her hands held his with the same fervency as his held hers, and that's all that mattered. Their eyes were the only things in the world in that moment, the only things they could see.

As the moment melted away, Cupid's eyes wandered the park again, landing on a young couple, chasing each other around the park while giggling incessantly. Hoseok noticed the uplift of her lips at the sight, and he couldn't help but feel his very soul bleeding into the depths of his gut. His eyes fell to his legs again, the useless, unmoveable limbs that constricted him to a chair.

The couple tumbled around, laughing and snorting until the man scooped the woman up into his arms, kissing her fervently. Hoseok couldn't watch anymore; he couldn't bear the look of pure joy in Cupid's face.

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"Hoseok, have you ever thought of dating anyone?" Cupid asked one day as the two met on the porch and sat together.

Hoseok's eyes flew open at her question, and all he wanted in that moment was to tell her how much he wanted to date her. Instead, he hid his desires in the darkness and answered differently. "No, why?"

He was hoping with the tiniest smidgen of the word that she would tell him that she wanted to date him, but she didn't. "Would you go on a date if I picked someone out?" I'm so stupid. He thought to himself as the question weighed down his previous hope.

"Would it really benefit me?" Hoseok asked in response as his eyes drifted from her and to the street below them. "The likelihood is that they'll just politely reject me because 'I'll find someone better' while knowing they don't want me because I don't have legs." His face darkened as he looked at his limbs, with eyes wishing he could tear them off – as if doing that would rid him of the stigma.

Cupid knew it was true. It had happened with Areum. There was nothing wrong with Hoseok – humans were just judgemental. Humans did not care for the beauty of the soul; they cared for the lust of their eyes. It maddened her to the point in which her face burned red. "If they reject you for something that you can't control, then the problem is with them, and not with you."

"Doesn't mean it hurts less." Hoseok muttered, his eyes blankly trailing over the scenery before them.

Cupid could feel his heart tearing yet again. The emotion was strong, just as it was before she got to speak to him. She could hear his sobs as she looked towards him – it was like a small child, scared and unsure.

Her fingers winced in hesitation as they slowly hovered over his own, allowing themselves to drop like feathers upon his knuckles. It was an ever so soft comfort, like a mother's embrace, and Hoseok couldn't help but feel supported by it. He gave her a weak smile before returning his gaze to the horizon.

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"It's nice to meet you, Mrs Jung." Cupid introduced herself to Hoseok's mother the day she visited him and Cupid just happened to be visiting as well. The old woman had aged well, with wrinkles forming in the clear skin on her face. Her hair remained a deep colour on the ends but the roots had begun to show a glimmering silver. Glasses perched themselves on her nose and balanced with her strong posture.

The older woman looked through the magnifying glass in front of her eyes and scrutinized every inch of the girl in front of her. "Nice to meet you too, Kat." She said cordially. Her son looked between the two of them as if he were excited – like she was the first girl he'd ever introduced to the woman.

Hoseok's mother had bought her grandchild along – Hoseok's sister's son – and all three of them decided to bring him to the park. Hoseok offered to play throw ball with the boy, who eagerly agreed.

Cupid and his mother sat upon a grassy hill, watching the man and boy throw the ball to and fro, smiles widening with each grasp of the toy. Cupid couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight.

"Thank you."

Cupid turned to Hoseok's mother, who had her perfectly manicured hands clutched into each other. She looked nervous – but in a way that it seemed she was unsure of how to convey what she was trying to say.

"Hoseok hadn't been himself since the..." She paused, "The accident." Her eyes fell to the grass as her hands settled themselves in her lap. "He was so, so cold. I thought he was going to..." Her words trailed off but the implication was there. She was sure that Hoseok was going to commit suicide, and from the look on her face, Cupid could tell she had been scared.

"He barely spoke. You couldn't get through to him." His mother added forlornly. "I didn't know what to do." She looked towards Cupid with eyes brimming in tears. "What's a parent supposed to do when something like that happens? When her son completely shuts himself off?"

Cupid remained quiet as the woman continued, "I couldn't get through to him anymore. His sister and friends tried, and failed too. I had - well, I had always thought his dancing was just a phase, you know?" She sighed, "Something he would eventually lose interest in. But when he lost it, I realised – it was his whole life."

Finally, the woman looked back to the man and his nephew, one side of her lips curling upwards. "This is the first time I've seen him smile in months, so thank you."

Cupid placed a warm hand on the woman's shoulder. "I never did a thing." She smiled, reminiscing on the first time she had met Hoseok on the porch, "He invited me to sit beside him and we watched the stars."

"You're the only woman he's ever talked about."

"He's the only man I've ever really had anything to do with."

The woman's smile appeared once again and Cupid could see the similarities in Hoseok's own smile. "Perhaps you are perfect for each other then."

Her eyes found themselves trailing towards her next door neighbour again, gleaming with nothing but sincerity. She had to admit to herself that it was true. She loved Hoseok, and not only in the way someone loves a friend, but in a way in which she wished that his arms embraced her...in a way in which his lips would take hers and become one. Had she been shot by her own arrow?

"Perhaps."

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As the weeks grew on, it was easy to see how close Cupid and Hoseok were getting. It started with visits to each other's apartments and slowly became sleepovers with Hoseok's head in Cupid's lap; late nights watching movies and playing video games. Hoseok decided he would allow her past his walls just for now. It was just for now – a time for him to feel comfortable with someone again.

They couldn't stay close friends forever, however, and one particular day the inevitable came.

Hoseok had his head in Cupid's lap as they watched a movie – however, Hoseok wasn't very interested in watching what was on screen. His eyes were darting between every feature on the girl's face – her luscious hair and her shimmering eyes lit up by the light of the television, her curved nose and her sleek, black lashes...and most of all, her plump, crimson lips that curled as she focused on the movie. Hoseok's face heated up as he imagined what they would feel like against his; as her fingers scratched his scalp the same way they did when she had cut his hair and as her curved features pressed against his chest. The very smell of whatever perfume she used was driving him insane and only made him wish to embrace her in more intimate ways.

He spoke without even thinking that day. His mind was so beguiled by her that his mouth simply stated it's wishes.

"Kat," He said, nervously squirming at his own question, "Can I...Can I...Kiss you?" He wanted to take it back as soon as he had said it for the look on Cupid's face as she looked down upon him frightened him. It was unreadable. There were no expression of disgust, but there was no bright interested smile.

Cupid couldn't comprehend what she had heard. Her eyes searched Hoseok's and found nothing but sincere warmth and desire – something that she was afraid to admit she felt as well, especially when he was lying in her lap like that. His hair had grown out since it's cut a few months before, leaving soft brown waves all over her uncovered thighs, begging to be toyed with in her fingers. His lips not only begged to be kissed with words but with actions – trembling as she scanned their moist flesh over.

Neither could help it. Neither could stop it.

She leant down to kiss him and he waited until the very moment their lips connected. When they did, it felt as if a million sparks had exploded in Hoseok's heart. He could barely breathe when her fingers found their way into the tousles of his hair, tugging them and raking her fingernails against his scalp, just like he had wished for since the day she had cut his hair.

A moan tore out of the depths of his throat and reverberated in her mouth as his lips opened for her to explore. His hands glided along her shoulders and around her neck, causing her to lean closer. She moved him away from her lap as she hovered above him, and they tangled in a mess of heat and desire. He knew what was coming next and he was scared. He didn't know what to do in this situation.

When the warm flesh of her fingers grazed his navel, he immediately withdrew from the kiss. He was panting, and so was she. His eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights while he tried desperately to pull himself back with his arms. Cupid looked confused as she searched through his chocolate orbs, finding nothing but the aftermath of desire and the instilment of fear. She felt as if it were her fault. Had she done something wrong?

"I can't." Was all Hoseok was able to pant as he pulled himself back. "I just can't."

Instead of prying into the reason why, Cupid simply drew back, taking Hoseok's hand to place a kiss on the skin of his knuckles. Her eyes met his in a mix of love and empathy, and despite there were no words said, an understanding was made...at least on her side.

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"Stupid fucking idiot!" Hoseok snarled to himself as he lay miserably on the bed after Cupid left. He should have just let it happen. She wanted it and he wanted it, so why was he so afraid? He remembered the feel of Kat's fingers along his navel and wished he had have just allowed her to have her way with him.

He looked down at his legs and grimaced, wondering just what she would have thought. He could imagine her telling him, "It's ok" and, "You're perfect just the way you are", but the desire for a 'normal' man would be in the back of her mind the whole time. Perhaps her initiation was just a by-product of the pity she felt towards him.

Perhaps everything was.

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"Hoseok, I have the best idea!"

Cupid came running like a roadrunner into Hoseok's apartment one day, bursting with enthusiasm. In her hand she held a small paper pamphlet and she shook it with rigorous excitement.

Hoseok, surprised by the very sudden and intrusive visit found himself in a state of embarrassment when Cupid flew around the corner to find him donning his shirt. Her feet came to an abrupt stop at the sight and her free hand immediately flew over her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" She blubbered.

"It's fine!" Hoseok bloomed crimson, quickly shoving the shirt over his head and coughing awkwardly when he was done. Cupid's hand slightly lifted from her eyes to check if he was decent, fully removing them when she realised he was now dressed.

With renewed enthusiasm, she pulled the small pamphlet up for him to read. Hoseok tried to cough away the embarrassment as he read over the letters on the paper.

His eyes met hers in confusion. "Wheelchair basketball?"

She nodded eagerly. "What do you think? You could give it a try!"

He nearly choked on his own spit at the bright expression in her eyes, which spread tingles through his skin. It made him feel as if he could do anything, as if life couldn't say no to him like he couldn't say no to her.

His eyes scanned the advertisement again, his neck cradled nervously in his hand, "I mean," He shrugged, "Why not?"

When he looked towards her again, his heart melted at the smile that graced her features. It made him feel so warm; so safe.

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Hoseok felt awkward and odd rolling into the gym room for his first practice, regretting the fact he told Kat not to come because he wasn't her 'five year old son going to a sports lesson'.

He could hear the echoes of shouting and squealing of tyres as he entered. He pushed himself unsurely into the clearing, immediately noticing the other players talentedly racing across the polished floor, throwing the ball to each other with ease.

His eyes widened in amazement as he watched each player, some of them throwing the ball into the hoop and others reel on the outsides, ready to catch it. Some crashed into each other and fell, but just as easily pulled themselves back up and into the chair as if they weighed nothing.

Hoseok was quickly noticed by the other players, who instantly took a liking to him.

Over the next few months, Hoseok continued to go to the lessons, soon making friends with one of the members, Min Yoongi, who had been born without the use of his legs. He was an amazing player – the best in the group, with the ability to throw the ball in the hoop almost each time he attempted it. Hoseok had mass admiration for the man and would follow behind him like a lost puppy dog.

It wasn't long before Hoseok realised Min Yoongi knew a lot of people – specifically on the day he was invited with Kat to go to Yoongi's house for a party.

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"Come on, Kat." Hoseok called, knocking on her door loudly as they were going to be late for the party.

"I'm coming!"

A few click clacks echoed throughout the building before the door flew open in Hoseok's face and there appeared Kat, dressed in a silk emerald slip dress and adorned in glittering jewellery. Hoseok's mouth dropped at her appearance, his cheeks heating up as he scanned her figure and stopping at her lips.

He couldn't stop his tongue reaching out to lick his own as he remembered the feeling of them against his and wondered whether they tasted like the cherry coloured polish that was lathered upon them.

"Hoseok." Kat called him out of his musings, "What do you think?"

Hoseok was quick to cough away his fantasies that were getting him a little too heated and sputtered, "Y-You look great."

His eyes didn't miss the mischievous smile that graced her lips before they widened into her usual innocent smile. "You look hot." She said curtly, without any explanation, before walking past him.

Hoseok choked on the scent of musky perfume that followed her as his discombobulated mind tried to register what she had just said.

Hot?

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The night flew by, surrounded by the sounds of loud music and thumping lights. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and lust drenched the two immediately as they entered the doors of the large house and they couldn't stop themselves from letting it seep into them.

Hoseok could only remember being met by Yoongi and his gorgeous girlfriend before the night became a blur of glass bottles and tin cans, dancing and singing.

He woke the next morning in an unfamiliar room covered in a colour that matched the rest of Yoongi's house. His dry and blurred eyes closed themselves as he shifted his arms, only for them to brush something soft and....skin feeling.

Horrified, he quickly leapt backwards in the bed and his eyes shot right open. He was frightened further when he recognized the supple face that lay on the satin pillow beside his. The bed sheet had dropped below her chest and he could see the gorgeous hills of her cleavage resting just below it.

Taking a quick glance down at his own chest -which had been the canvas for thousands of kisses from her cherry lipstick, he felt sick to his stomach. It all came pouring back upon him like memories from a drunken night out in high school.

Beside him he could feel the cool flesh of her legs against the area above his hips and if he hadn't had felt so guilty about his revelation, he would have felt tempted to peek under the sheets.

His eyes scanned across her face again, and he could see for the first time his own marks against her neck. His face began to heat up as he remembered the desires they had shared, the angelic moans that had left her lips and the feeling of her fingers scratching their way through his scalp.

When the euphoric feeling the memories provided faded, he realised that he'd fucked up.

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"Hoseok, you can't seriously be ignoring me right now." Cupid groaned through the door for the millionth time in their relationship. She had woken naked in an empty bed in Yoongi's house and when her memories dawned on her, so did the fact that the other side of the bed was cold and empty.

Yoongi's girlfriend, who had awoken before Yoongi, said she had seen Hoseok take off in a cab hours before hand. Cupid was hurt, to say the least. After a night of passion and love she was left alone like it was a one night stand. This man was her neighbour, for Pete's sake! Where did he think he was going to run to?!

"Hoseok! You can't make love to someone and then leave the next morning!" Cupid began to shout, tired of Hoseok's persistence in isolating himself. She figured he could use a therapist as soon as they could find one.

There was a hesitant roll of wheels against Hoseok's floor before the door opened, revealing Hoseok shirtless and in tears. "I fucked up, Kat." He blubbered through the tears, his hand still grasping unto the door knob.

Cupid instantly felt regretful and wondered whether last night had felt pressuring for the poor boy. Slowly, she bent towards him and reassuringly cradled his head in her hands, smoothing away each stray strand from his face. "You didn't fuck up anything Hoseok." She calmed him, feeling teary herself as the pain from their circumstances bloomed between them.

"I did." Hoseok insisted, "I shouldn't have done it."

"Shouldn't have done what?"

"I shouldn't have fallen for you!" Hoseok cried louder, his tears dripping down his face. "You couldn't want me!" He exaggeratedly slapped his hands against his legs, "You couldn't want this! No one wants this!" He felt as illogical as a child in a tantrum as sent his hands to his face, wiping away the waterfall of tears.

Cupid felt as if her heart had stopped in her chest. He loved her. It was what she had always wanted, wasn't it? She suddenly realised that's what she had been feeling for him as well – the heat in her cheeks and the racing of her heart testified to that fact.

Her hands pulled Hoseok's sobbing face against her beating heart, unsure of what to say and wishing the thumping of her heart would speak for her.

"I know this is going to sound strange, and you won't believe me," She began awkwardly, letting her hand slide against his thick brown hair, "I was a cupid," She hesitated as he slowly stopped crying, " and I was always told Cupid's don't love – that they can't love. My mission was to cause love."

"But after seeing all those people I made happy because of the love I blessed them with, I wanted to know what it was like."

She paused, pulling Hoseok's face away so she could see the depths of his chocolate irises again. "And now I finally do. I have someone I love. And it has nothing to do with his appearance - though he is super handsome," She added with a small chuckle, "It's more because of the fact that he's warm like a hot chocolate in the snow and the company I've always wanted. He likes cuddling while watching movies and when he talks about basketball his eyes light up like the sun. He's compassionate and caring and he's quick to learn. He has a thing for holding hands when he doesn't know how to assure you. He gives and doesn't want in return. I can talk to him about anything and no judgement will ever leave his mouth. And he makes love with such gentility it makes me feel like I'm worth something to someone."

Hoseok's eyes drowned themselves in tears as he heard her words. He felt the cupid part was more believable than what she was telling him now.

"So see," Cupid continued tracing his hand with her finger, "I don't hate your legs. I love them. I love everything that has your trademark on it, from the stinky tips of your toes to the gorgeous mound of hair on your head, and everything in between."

Cupid could barely speak another word before Hoseok's mouth found its way to hers, collapsing in a chemical fusion against the soft skin. Sure, she hadn't fixed anything – his legs were still unmoveable and the condition still rendered him disheartened, but she had let him know that she loved him anyway and that made everything a whole lot brighter – like it was the two of them against the world.

"I love you too, my cupid."

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"Well, that went just as I planned." Cupid's boss groaned as he sat back in his seat, watching the ex-Cupid embrace the man.

"You planned that?" Eros asked, watching the two and wondering whether it was time to get involved because it was beginning to look pretty steamy.

"Not exactly. The accident wasn't up to me, of course, but Cupid was constantly complaining about being in love and the whole Areum-not -liking-Hoseok thing made it pretty easy to slip her in as another candidate, especially with her determination." Cupid's boss stated.

"You sound like an asshole." Eros scoffed, and Cupid's boss pointed to the two on earth.

"Am I really though?" He sent Eros a smartass look, "Look how happy they are."

Eros looked down at the two and could see more love than he had ever seen in any other couple before. "Touche."

"So, do you think they're going to have a cat or dog when they move in together?" Cupid's boss asked.

"I'm thinking a cat." Eros replied. "Or perhaps a horse?"

"A horse?" Cupid's boss asked. "How and why would they get a horse?"

"Look, you never know..."

The end.