JJ MAYBANK

JJ maybank was the definition for love.

He was full of it, he felt it more than anybody on this bloody earth— he was love. With his golden wings and sky eyes, sharp arrows and mind, he was simply the best cupid to ever become history.

Until he accidentally shot himself and fell for a mortal, until he had made a fool of himself and disguised himself as another human and made himself out to be everything you could ever want. It's not like he had wanted to end this way. It was simply a stupid mistake— a trip over the time-line, really.

JJ had the perfect bullseye in your ex soul mates heart, until the distraction your puppy was made him loose his focus, shooting the arrow with your name on it into a tree— which came back into his heart like a boomerang.

Your soulmate was fucking Cupid. Yet you had no idea, until you had caught him with his pants down... or more like his wings out, and quiver slung on his shoulder full of heart shaped arrows.

In Valentine's night, no less.

He had cough you out a half lie about being sick to work the whole night— because being Cupid himself, he had to work that night.

Because in all the six months of your dating history, JJ had not once mentioned his little secret, whining to himself about how ridiculous it would be for him to explain all this to you.