Praying for Hearts

19: An Epilogue Pt. 2

100 years later...

Baekhyun was shifting between his temples making sure everyone's prayers were being answered and answered properly.

He himself had a few to answer, he'd only gotten more powerful, no longer considered a minor god but a god. Although he still felt minor in the presence of someone like Aphrodite but according to other creatures and minor gods he had climbed to the top.

It felt empowering really, he was happy with his status, and he was happy to do this even if he had been doing it for so long already. He'd just never get tired of watching the sparks, the fireworks, the happiness, the bloom of love.

Not to mention he could make faces at those cupids who were always running around trying to ruin everything.

Baekhyun was reading over some prayers when a letter dropped at his desk.

A purple one.

That wasn't good.

That meant cupids.

Baekhyun sighed and opened it, a cupid was at his temple, his original temple.

Baekhyun was about to send someone else to deal with the cupid and shoo him away from people seeking real love.

Instead, he decided to go do it himself.

It had been awhile since he'd visited that temple anyways. The memories of it although fond were still sometimes too much.

Baekhyun teleported himself with the snap of his fingers.

He stood at the front of his temple, and there he saw the cupid. He was standing looking at the stained glass windows.

The wings and arrows he carried sold him out, although, Baekhyun noted his wings weren't exactly fully grown. 

He must be a new cupid, Baekhyun thought.

Either way they're all troublemakers, going around looking like winged angels when they're anything but, Baekhyun mentally tsked and cleared his throat loudly.

"What are you doing on my propert-?",Baekhyun's words died in his throat as the cupid turned to look at him.

Baekhyun felt himself freeze.

His heart race and pound.

His mind spinning.

His eyes unbelieving.

He couldn't believe it.

"Sorry, I don't mean any trouble, honest, I just...I wanted to look at the temple",

His voice.

His face.

It can't be.

Can it?

Can it really be him?

"Um...I...Are you okay?", Jongdae stepped down the small set of stairs and walked closer to him but Baekhyun put up a hand to stop his movements.

Jongdae.

Kim Jongdae.

Is it really Jongdae?

The same brown eyes and perfect cheekbones he once knew and loved stare back at him.

His hair a shade lighter but it's Jongdae.

From his kitten lips to his moles to his voice.

"Jongdae?",

Jongdae blinks in surprise at him.

"You know me?", Jongdae points at himself. "Wow, I didn't think a love god would know my name...I don't know if that's a good thing, my higher up said you all hate us",