(DISCONTINUED) Cupid | Park Jimin

01. new one

her pov.

I once was told by my colleagues that I died at the age of 17.

Some say that I was tortured and beat up by a group of women, hence dying from lots of severe injuries. Some say that I was suffering chronic depression and took my life by jumping off the eighth floor of a building. Some say I was critically ill and died from lung cancer because of a smoking addiction at a young age.

A lot more crazy theories have spread around the hall day by day, and I never figured out where they came from.

The funny thing is, I can never debunk any of these rumours because I never actually remembered what my past life was.

X, the only friend I have, repeatedly tells me that it would be impossible for me to die from all those rumoured causes. So I thought, maybe I died from something simple. But in the world I live in, the one between life and afterlife, there's no way I could ever reconnect with who I used to be.

Besides, it has already been six years since I died.

Ugh.

Ugh.

"What are you ugh-ing about?" X appears from behind me, making me jolt in surprise. "Don't tell me you're suddenly curious about how you died again? It's ridiculous because you should know very well that the--"

"Ero is the only one who knows and nobody else can," I roll my eyes without sparing him a glance, finishing his daily lip service for him. "Ugh please, can't I even be the smallest bit curious?"

X clicks his tongue as a sign of starting a new topic.

"Well, all I know is that you have a new mission, babe. Put the thoughts aside for a while," he hands me a pink, tightly sealed envelope sandwiched between his fingers.

I grab the small envelope, hastily ripping it open. My eyes then land on two separate files revealing separate, detailed personal information sections and attached photos of new clients located at the bottom of each sheet.

Park Jimin (22) and Jin Seohyung (21).

"Wow, she's hot," X comments, making me threaten to hit him.

"You freaking caveman, it's not as if you've only seen one woman in your lifetime."

I say to him and proceed to take my time reading the two files in silence, my eyes jumping back and forth from the Jimin guy's picture to the information given.

His face is very easy to remember; easily distinguished narrow eyes, very plump pink lips, and a cute lopsided smile.

What a weird combination.

X was right, the girl is pretty too, but her face looks like a basic pretty face I see in the streets, so it would actually be kind of hard for me to recognize her if I were to see her in real life. It's perfectly fine though, because I can easily find Jimin. That and follow the red string and see where it ends.

"Ero told me that I can help you match these two up, so I'll be with you for quite a while, Q," X says, placing his hand on my shoulder, my name (or label, I guess) pronounced with emphasis.

Oh God, here we go again, Q.

Another dirty cupid job awaits you.