♫ : cupid (twin version) - fifty fifty 

You stared at the pink satin dress sitting in the box on the floor, the fluffy wings perched innocently on the desk beside it. This was not what you signed up for.

"I look like an oversized Barbie doll!" you groaned into your phone, pacing back and forth in the cramped library study room. Your best friend was on the other end of the line, laughing so hard you could hear her gasping for air.

"I specifically told you," you grumbled, tugging at your hair in frustration, "No stupid cupid outfits. What part of 'no' did you not understand?"

"Technically," she wheezed, "you never said stupid cupid outfits. And it's cute, not stupid at all. But oh my god, you have to admit, it's kind of perfect for the whole cookie delivery thing. Like, come on! Cupid spreading love, cookies spreading happiness... It's poetic!"

"Poetic my a-"

A soft chuckle interrupted your rant and you froze mid-step. Slowly, you turned around, and you saw Heeseung, your love-letter-delivering mission partner leaning casually against the doorframe of the study room, an amused grin on his lips.

Your heart immediately fell into your stomach.

"Don't stop now," he teased, his voice as smooth as honey. "I was enjoying the show."

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Meanwhile, your best friend's laughter exploded even louder in your ear.

"Oh my god. You knew he was there!" you hissed, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Of course I did!" she replied between giggles. "Why do you think I was laughing so hard? Anyway, good luck, Cupid!"

And with that, she hung up, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Heeseung stepped further into the room, his hands casually shoved into his hoodie pockets, that smirk never leaving his face. "So, a cupid outfit, huh?" he said, clearly fighting back another laugh.

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

"Let's just... not talk about it," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Your friend mentioned you might need some help planning your delivery route. Thought I'd lend a hand."

"Oh." You blinked, caught off guard. "That's... actually kind of nice of you."

"What? Surprised I'm actually useful?" he teased, pulling out a chair and sitting backward on it, resting his arms on the backrest. "Come on, let's see what you've got so far."

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to let him stay, but finally sat down across from him, spreading out the map and the list of cookie recipients.

"So," Heeseung began, leaning closer to inspect the map, "how many cookies are we talking about here? Like, a dozen? Two dozen?"

You gave him a deadpan look. "Try 150."

His eyebrows shot up. "150? Are you feeding the entire campus?"

"Pretty much, yeah," you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's for the fundraiser, remember? And I have to do this on top of studying for midterms."

"That's rough, Cupid. But hey, multitasking builds character."

"Geez, thanks for the wisdom, Dr. Phil," you said dryly, earning a laugh from him.

While the two of you worked on planning the route, you happened to start venting about the stress to him. "I really shouldn't have volunteered. It's just so much, you know? I barely have time to breathe, let alone-"

The library lights flickered suddenly, cutting you off. You glanced around, confused. Then, on the far wall, the lights shifted and formed a faint, heart-shaped outline.

"Did you see that?" you asked, your eyes wide with confusion.

Heeseung grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Must be a sign that you're doing great, Cupid."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Are you messing with me? Did you do that?"

"Me?" He raised his hands innocently. "I'm just sitting here, minding my own business."

Your suspicion didn't fade but the blurry, ghostly heart on the wall had already disappeared. It made you wonder if you just imagined it.

"Love isn't random," Heeseung said suddenly, his tone unexpectedly serious. You looked at him, surprised by his sudden shift in mood.

"What?" you asked.

"Love," he repeated, his lips curving into a small smile. "It's not random. It's carefully orchestrated chaos. Like... every little thing has to line up perfectly for two people to meet, you know? It's kind of crazy when you think about it."

You stared at him, caught off guard by how deep his words were, and for a moment, you didn't know what to say.

"Wow," you said finally, breaking the silence. "That was... surprisingly deep."

Heeseung shrugged, his smirk returning. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

"Get out," you said, rolling your eyes.

The two of you finished planning the route and as you packed your things up, Heeseung leaned against the table, watching you with a lazy grin.

"You know," he said, "the cupid look might actually suit you."

You glared at him. "Don't even start."

He chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "Okay okay. But seriously, you've got this. Deliver those cookies, ace those midterms, and make everyone fall in love while you're at it."

You couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Heeseung."

"Anytime, Cupid," he said, winking as he headed for the door.

You went about the rest of your day and the pink satin dress was now glaring at you from its spot on the closet door. You groaned out loud, slumping onto your bed.

The thought of walking around campus in a cupid costume was mortifying, but somehow, knowing Heeseung would probably find a way to tease you about it made it a little less unbearable.

His teasing wasn't cruel, and although you hated to admit it, it was almost endearing.

Your brain kept replaying his words: Love isn't random - it's carefully orchestrated chaos.

Maybe he was right. Or maybe he was just messing with you. But you couldn't shake the feeling that Heeseung's presence in your life wasn't entirely random either...