Han Seohan blinked, his mind struggling to process the bizarre situation he found himself in. Just moments ago, he had been speaking to the demon, yet now, everything felt… off.
The demon towered over him, grinning with amusement. "Well, well, looks like it worked."
Seohan took a step back, suddenly realizing something was very wrong. His body felt lighter, his limbs shorter. When he craned his neck to look up at the demon, he gasped. "Wait—why the hell do you look so tall all of a sudden?!"
The demon snorted, crossing his arms. "Tall? No, kid. You got short."
Confused, Seohan lifted his hands—only to freeze in utter shock. His fingers were tiny. His palms were smooth and small. Something was definitely wrong.
"What the—?!" He stumbled backward, patting his body frantically. His clothes felt loose in some areas but oddly snug in others. Panic surged through him as he turned his gaze back to the demon.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!"
The demon burst into laughter, his sharp fangs peeking out as he clutched his stomach. "Pfft—HAHAHA! Oh man, this is too good! Your face is priceless!"
Seohan's breathing grew rapid as realization sank in. He snatched a lock of his hair—it was softer, slightly wavy, and now a shade of deep crimson. His heart pounded as he reached up, only to freeze when his fingers brushed against something floating above his head.
"A... halo?" He gawked.
Still laughing, the demon snapped his fingers, summoning a floating mirror in front of Seohan. "Take a look for yourself, little Cupid."
Seohan hesitantly stepped closer, peering into the reflection. His eyes widened in horror.
Gone was his tired, gloomy, 32-year-old office worker self. Instead, a small child no older than five stared back at him. His face was rounder, his features softer, and his large, ruby-colored eyes gleamed with an unnatural glow.
But what truly shocked him were the crimson red wings sprouting from his back—small but fluffy, twitching slightly as if adjusting to their new existence. A golden halo hovered just above his head, faintly glowing, and on his back hung a small bow with a quiver of arrows. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, black pants, and tiny leather shoes, making him look like some miniature celestial warrior.
His face twitched.
"...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
The demon smirked, rubbing his chin as he observed Seohan's reaction. "Well, did you really think a grown-ass man in his thirties could pass as a love cupid? Who would believe that? You looked like a salaryman on the verge of collapsing! No one's gonna trust you with matchmaking looking like that."
Seohan's tiny fists trembled. "But why do I look like... a mini version of you?!"
The demon grinned, clearly proud of his work. "Oh? Noticed that, did you? Consider it my personal touch. Gotta make sure you at least look decent while representing me, after all."
Seohan's left eye twitched. "You bastard..."
"Alright, that's enough self-reflection," the demon interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "You'll have plenty of time to admire yourself later. Right now, it's time for your first matchmaking mission!"
"Wait, wait, wait—at least explain what I'm supposed to do first!" Seohan protested, waving his tiny arms.
The demon yawned, stretching lazily. "You'll figure it out."
Before Seohan could argue, the demon snapped his fingers.
A strong gust of wind whooshed around him, and suddenly, the ground beneath his feet vanished.
"WAIT, YOU DAMN DEMON—!"
Gravity took hold, and Seohan plummeted through the sky.
His tiny body flipped and tumbled uncontrollably as he screamed at the top of his lungs. The wind roared in his ears, and the world spun in a blur of blue and white.
"YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME, AREN'T YOU?!"
The demon's laughter echoed in the distance. "Have fun, kid!"
Faster and faster, Seohan fell, his wings flapping wildly in panic but doing absolutely nothing to slow his descent. The ground approached at an alarming speed, and he braced for impact.
BOOM!
He slammed into the earth, face-first.
Dust and dirt kicked up from the impact, but oddly enough... he felt fine. No pain, no broken bones—just a mild sense of humiliation.
Groaning, he peeled his face off the ground and sat up, brushing off the dirt. "What the hell was that for?!" he grumbled.
Before he could recover, a soft shing sound caught his attention.
He turned just in time to see an arrow fly out of his quiver on its own. It hovered in mid-air before abruptly spinning to point in a specific direction.
Seohan blinked. "...What the—?"
The arrow pulsed with a faint glow, as if urging him to follow.
Realization struck him. "So this is how I find my targets, huh?"
With a deep sigh, he dusted himself off, adjusted his tiny bow, and began walking toward the direction the arrow was pointing.
This was the beginning of his strange new life as a love cupid.
And he already hated it.