♫ : something about you - eyedress & dent may

Valentine's Day week arrived like a rom-com montage.

Pink and red decorations lined the hallways, students rushed around with heart-shaped boxes, and couples giggled at every corner. The air smelled like overpriced chocolate and way too many artificially scented roses.

And right in the middle of it all was Lee Heeseung - your personal tormentor and self-proclaimed cupid.

"Ah, love is in the air," he sighed dramatically, stretching his arms behind his head as he strolled beside you. "And yet, here you are. Still tragically single."

You shot him a glare. "Just because I'm not a walking rom-com protagonist doesn't mean I'm 'tragically single'."

"Right, right," Heeseung hummed, clearly not convinced. "It's okay, though. You're in luck. Cupid's feeling generous this week."

You rolled your eyes. "You're not actually Cupid."

He grinned. "Aren't I?"

It was always like this with Heeseung. Annoying, flirty, and always two steps ahead in whatever game he was playing.

But there was something about him this week that felt... off.

A little too smooth. A little too lucky.

Like when you walked past the student café, debating between hot chocolate and coffee, and suddenly, the barista announced a Valentine's special: free hot chocolate for single customers (Which Heeseung wasted no time in pointing out).

A couple confessed under the big oak tree behind the library, and just as they held hands, cherry blossom petals drifted down from the branches - except it was the middle of February, and cherry blossoms weren't supposed to bloom for another two months.

Or when a love song played the second you stepped into the campus library, right as Heeseung leaned down and murmured in your ear, "What if this is our song?"

Weird. Too weird. But you chalked it up to coincidence because what else could it be?

Monday morning, you were stuck passing out Valentine's fundraiser flyers, standing in the cold as couples walked past you, all immersed in their own worlds. Heeseung appeared out of nowhere, as he always did, plucking a flyer from your hands with an easy smirk.

"What's this? Need me to sign up?" he teased.

You groaned. "Please, if anyone should be giving out love advice, it's not you."

"Hey," Heeseung placed a hand over his chest, pretending to be offended. "I'll have you know I have an excellent track record. 15 successful campus couples and counting."

"Wait," you paused. "You actually set people up?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Of course. I told you, Cupid's feeling generous this week."

Heeseung loved being dramatic, sure. But this felt oddly real. Like he actually believed it.

Before you could ask anything else, someone bumped into you from behind, sending you stumbling forward. Heeseung grabbed your wrist, steadying you before you could fall.

And then...

A flicker. A vision. A moment so quick it almost didn't register. But Heeseung saw it.

Your future. And in it, you were standing under the same cherry blossom tree he had just walked past this morning. Except this time, petals weren't falling for another couple. They were falling for you. And for him.

He saw it - clear as day. You, looking up at him, laughter in your eyes. Him, brushing a petal from your hair before leaning in. It wasn't someone else. It wasn't a random stranger.

It was you.

And it was him.

Heeseung blinked, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, your pulse steady beneath his touch.

"What?" you asked, noticing his expression change.

Heeseung hesitated for only a second before his usual grin slid back into place. "Nothing. Just wondering how a tragic single like you is supposed to survive Valentine's week."

You smacked his arm. "You're so annoying."

But he barely heard you. His mind was spinning, replaying the vision over and over. He had seen countless happy memories, moments of pure love that he used to nudge people in the right direction. But this wasn't a memory.

This was a future.

And it was his.

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Tuesday rolled around, and Heeseung was acting weird. Well, weirder than usual. More intense. More teasing. More... everywhere.

"You're following me," you accused when he happened to show up outside your class.

"Pfft, don't flatter yourself," Heeseung said, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the universe just wants us together."

"Maybe you're just a stalker."

He gasped. "Cupid would never."

You rolled your eyes, but the longer he stayed near you, the more you started noticing things.

How the light always hit him at just the right angle, making his already unfairly attractive face even more annoying. How every time you turned around, he was already looking at you, like he was waiting for something.

At some point, you got tired of it. "Alright," you huffed. "What's your deal?"

Heeseung tilted his head innocently. "What do you mean?"

"You're being weird. Like, even for you."

Heeseung's smile grew wider. He leaned down slightly, eyes locked onto yours with that playful look that always made you feel like you were the punchline of some inside joke only he understood.

"Maybe I just like seeing you flustered."

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "Please. I don't get flustered."

His grin turned downright devious. "Oh? Then explain why your ears are turning red."

Your hands flew to your ears on instinct, and Heeseung burst out laughing. "Busted."

You tried smacking his arm again, but he only dodged, still laughing. "I hate you," you muttered.

"No, you don't," he said easily. "In fact, I think you're starting to like me."

You wanted to deny it. You really did. But he said it so sure, so confidently. And it made your stomach flip.

Heeseung suddenly leaned in closer. "You know, the arrows I shoot aren't meant for me, but..." He smiled. "I think one might have ricocheted back."

Your breath hitched, just for a second, but it was enough. Heeseung saw it. He grinned.

Mission accomplished.

You huffed, shoving past him. "Whatever. I have things to do."

"Sure sure," Heeseung called after you. "Don't blame me when you start dreaming about me!"

You gave him a middle finger without turning around. His laughter echoed behind you.

Long after you left, Heeseung stood there, staring down at his own hands. He spent years guiding people toward their love stories, carefully planning moments of fate. But for the first time, fate had shown him something of his own.

And now, he doesn't know what to do anymore.