#cupidau

Yeonjun had ran off and managed to find Jisung, making sure that he had the other hooked on the idea of you too. He embellished a little bit... but, Jisung was now intrigued. So step one was done for him.

He went out to the courtyard at the same time he told you to, spotting you heading in just as he got there. "Alright." He smirks as he watches you before trudging over to your place. "Hey." Yeonjun greets you with a warm smile, his hands in his pockets.

Watching you get further flustered only made him more entertained, drawing his mischievous side out further. Both of you win either way in terms of the bet. That wasn’t what this was about. He wanted to cause drama and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Great.” Yeonjun grins, almost evilly, as he sits back in his seat. He scribbled out a quick number, passing the paper to you. “That is how you can keep in touch with me. My number.” He explains, biting his lip. “I recommend you find me outside in the courtyard in about three hours.”

Yeonjun was enjoying teasing you. Your reactions only egged him on, making him want to keep pushing. “Are you sure? You can hardly talk to me love. I think you may need my help.” He smiles gently, tilting his head. “You’re… so funny.”

Truthfully, Yeonjun was looking to just stir up some more trouble. “Here. How about a bet?” He suggests gently with a tilted head. “I help you find a date by… the end of the quarter. Before Jaeyoung’s huge party.” Yeonjun offers, scribbling the date and time down to pass the piece of paper to you.

Yeonjun chuckles at the way you seemingly get flustered, shaking his head with a soft hum as he sinks back into the chair. “Slept in late.. and that made you have to run? I mean I made it and I got here after you.” He points out with a slight shrug before clicking his tongue.

“Come on now Mimi, you don’t have to lie.” He teases, having fun knowing that he can make you so flustered. After all, it was who he was. “You must have so many people after you.” Yeonjun teases, reaching to gently twirl a strand of your hair playfully.

Yeonjun had been chatting with some of his friends in the hallway - specifically about what mischief they could possibly cause. He had a special little talent as Cupid, meaning he could make anyone and anything fall in love. It could be draining sometimes, but… he thought it was fun. Most of the time he used it for good. But sometimes.. sometimes Yeonjun wanted the drama.

He stopped talking when he got bumped into, turning around as you continue to pass, brows furrowed as you disappear into the crowd. He rolls his eyes slightly before checking the time, heading to class before he’d be late.

Tord was walking down the street on a seemingly normal, cloudless night. He had just come back from the bar with Tom, who had been so waisted that Edd had had to come and pick him up. And thanks so Matt having run out of room in his room for all of his stuffed animals and deciding that stuffing them into the back of the car was a good idea, Tord had to walk home.

As Tord was walking, some person slammed into him seemly out of nowhere. “Hva faen!?” (What the fuck!?) yelled Tord as he stumbled backwards and lost his balance, ending up on his butt.

The person stopped, grabbing Tord’s arm and pulling him to his feet “Sorry... Say, how about to make it up to you I give you something?” The person with a obviously deep, manly voice asked.

Tord pulled his arm away, glaring at the man. “And why should I? You’re a complete stranger.”

The man laughed, “That’s true... But I can control people’s emotions, and do you know what you could do with that kind of power? The possibilities are endless!”

“Controlling people, huh..?” Tord smiled, “Sure, friend. I suppose that I could forgive you for that.” Poor, drunk Tord couldn’t see the obvious danger in something like this.

The man smiled, and held his hand out to Tord, who shook it eagerly. As soon as the hands separated, the was a bright flash of light, and Tord had to cover his eyes because of it. When the light was gone, so was the man.

Tord looked around for a moment before sighing and continuing on his way towards home. He didn’t even notice as people gave him odd looks as he walked.

-time skip because he just walked home I don’t want to wright about that-

“Edd, I’m baaack!” Tord yelled into the house as he opened the door. He was greeted with the sight of Tom, still wasted, laying on the couch asleep, and Matt eating some cookies as he watched... Himself on the tv? Why where there two of him on the tv and why where they- Oh. Tord decided to go to the kitchen to get himself a glass of much needed water. Edd was sitting at the table reading, he noticed. “Hey, Edd. What’cah got there?” He asked, getting a cup from the cabinet and filling in in the sink.

“Oh, hey Tord, nothing much, just a-” Edd stopped suddenly “Tord, where did you buy those?” He asked.

Tord turned to face his friend, sipping his drink. “Buy what? This water?”

Edd frowned at him. “No, those wings on your back. They look real, where did you get them, I didn’t leave you alone for more than a hour or two.”

Tord just stared at him, “Friend, did Tom get you to drink? I don’t have any wings. And I didn’t buy anything, I just walked home.”

The animator gave him a ‘don’t fuck with me’ look. “Hey Matt, can you bring a mirror here?” he asked the ginger in the other room. Matt replied with a “sure!” before coming into the kitchen, holding a mirror.

Somehow Matt wasn’t phased by Tord at all, and gave the mirror to Edd and then returned to the living room to continue with his movie. Edd then turned the mirror so that Tord could see himself. He didn’t notice anything odd, same handsome face, same sexy hair, same healthy teeth, same red hoodie, same white wings, same- wait, wings? Tord reached behind him, and sure enough, those were feathers!

Panicking, Tord started to run in circles in the kitchen, and went like that for a few minutes before tripping over Edds foot. “Tord, calm down! There’s something on your back!”

“I know! Wings!”

“No! Well, yes, but there’s also a paper!” And with that Edd grabbed the paper taped to his back, right between his new wings.

“What does it say, what does it say!?” He asked, honestly frightened of these new revaluations.

“Something about being cupid. And that you have a bow in your room, and how to use it? Uh, Tord, why are you cupid?” Edd asked looking at him with worry.

“I...Don’t really know?” He laughed a little, then stood up.