||Koi No Yokan|| Park Seonghwa

||Chapter 1||

Carys. "Beloved, someone to love".

That's what her name meant.

She was loved indeed: her family, her friends, everyone in the little sea town she lived in seemed to have nothing but kind words and affection to her.

However, it was on nights like that one that she remembered that she had never loved.

She was affectionate towards the ones around her and knew what being cared for felt like: she even had a couple of partners, but she had never felt what other people said they felt when they were in love. Of course, she was still young and had plenty of time to understand it, but she was undeniably curious about why people looked different when they were in love.

The first time she understood that love was a thing was when her parents had finally decided to get married after she was old enough to hold their rings at the ceremony.

"I would have married your father before, but he insisted that he wanted his child to carry the rings, and no one else" her mother always reminded her, on the days when the nostalgic feelings got the best of her.

Carys was eight years old when her parents decided to get married: she remembered how her father cried while his future wife walked towards him, and how after their first dance he immediately wanted to dance with her too.

She was reminiscing these happy memories while walking on the beach and still, she couldn't shake that feeling off of her. She wanted to be in love, but how could she feel something she had never completely understood? Sure, affection was a thing, but love? The one that "alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom"? She didn't know how it felt like, yet.

And so, she kept strolling around the beach. The sand was cool under her feet, much like the breeze that ran through her hair. The waves hit her ankles gently, as she hummed the lyrics of one of her favorite songs.

"Cupid, draw back your bow.

And let your arrow flow

Straight to my lover's heart, for me.

Nobody but me.

Cupid, please hear my cry.

And let your arrow fly.

Straight to my lover's heart, for me..."

Carys admired the way the moon reflected into the water. She felt like she could almost touch it if she took just a few steps into the sea. When she was little, she would always pretend that she came from the moon, and she would pester her father with questions about it. Were there people on there? Could she get there if she climbed the highest mountain in the world? Why did it only show up at night?

As she was lost in her thoughts, she looked up to the rocks she was walking towards to, absentmindedly singing the same song again. For a moment, she had the sensation that she was being watched by someone, but she tried to shake it off.

She was not aware that she was, in fact, being watched. Not yet, at least.

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A girl was walking towards him. She clearly could not see him.

But he saw her.

There was something about the way she was absentmindedly singing, the way she was walking, or how the moon seemed to shine even brighter on her figure. There was something that intrigued him. He had seen plenty of humans in his existence, but none of them had grabbed his attention like this one. She looked so peaceful, walking down the beach with her feet in the water. At a certain point, she kneeled down to pick up a large seashell that the waves had brought to her feet.

"Typical Yunho, he can't resist to a pretty human," he thought to himself, smiling slightly.

The girl fumbled with the seashell, putting it in the pocket of her jeans as she kept moving forward.

And maybe it was an optical illusion, maybe he had drunk too much ambrosia, but she seemed to shine brighter with every step she took.

He had seen beauty. Hell, his mother was beauty itself, literally. But this time it felt different: Aphrodite shone of blinding light, it was almost impossible, even for him, to look at her straight in the face.

She was a different kind of light, like the one of a candle. Comforting. Warm.

He was so mesmerized by the sight in front of him, he didn't even realize his hands were reaching to his bow and arrows, carefully placed next to him.

Then, he felt a stinging sensation on his right hand.

Shit.

How could he have done this? He had stung himself with his own arrow, just when moments ago he was reflecting on how that was the stupidest thing he could ever do.

He could only take the arrow in his sane hand and watch his blood (just a few drops of it) run through the entire length of it, then being absorbed. Then, the arrow started to turn another color.

He couldn't beat the sight of it. What if it had turned red? Or worse...

Seonghwa turned his eyes back to the girl. She was going home. He watched her pick up one last pretty seashell, as her light became stronger.

And then, it turned red. Red as his blood, that was still coming out of his wounded hand. Red as the arrow, that was now evidence of his greatest mistake.

Or maybe it was not a mistake. Seonghwa was not being punished, oh no. He was just given what he had longed to have for so long now. And soon, he would have realized that he wasn't just an archer.

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Hi everyone!

I know I said I was going to update every Monday but what can I say... I got a little bit impatient ;)

So, our lovely Cupid fucks up. Or so he thinks hehe.

I will still update on Monday so stay tuned (uwu)

-Medusa