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@whumpgifathon | Day 21 : Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated. -> On The Run Tale of the Nine Tailed (2020) | Ep 9 | Lee Dong-wook as Lee Yeon and Kim Beom as Lee Rang
is it mandatory for this mf to hit this pose every time he sees his love interest in his shows or what
Ghost doctor 2022
People who don't know the context vs people who know >>
la canción.
summary. a familar song and face appear years after the death of your husband.
a/n. in honor of hearing this song irl 💞
warnings. not proofread, my bad attempt at angst, dead rang, fox!reader, mourning!reader.
ever since rang had passed, your life was quieter, and everyone tried their best to be patient and sweet with you.
i mean, of course they did. you were a mess when he died.
you and rang had met each other when you were both young, but nothing truly formed until years later. maybe it’s cause you were both so similar that you avoided a relationship that could’ve begun years earlier than it did.
foxes are with only one lover for their whole life, which meant that if your partner died, you had to wait for them to be reincarnated (or just live alone for the rest of your life).
you watched and didn’t think much of how yeon acted when he lost a-eum, but when it happened to you, the heartache was almost debilitating.
yeon provided some comfort, telling you he’d try his hardest to get his baby brother reincarnated, and cared for you since the beginning.
a few months passed, then turning into years, and the heartache was still evident. it wasn’t easy to overcome the loss. you still hadn’t recovered, but it’s been easier to cherish his memory and your love for him.
even if he was a tough-love type, you loved him, and he loved you back.
going to bars he frequented brought a sort of comfort, so you went every saturday or so.
your drink of choice altered between whiskey, red wine, and the occasional makgeolli; the drinks you would share with or spot rang drinking.
this tradition stuck, dedicating a day of the week to visit his grave and drink away your sorrow. some days were harder than others, but it is what it is.
»»———❥
you talked to rang earlier today, leaving a recently-bloomed azalea flower as a gift.
cutting through a park on your way to the bar, you heard a familiar song softly playing from a distance.
after a moment, you recognized this tune from one of the first picnics you and rang had.
it was the same exact soft tune from a violin that you so clearly remember due to how beautiful and sweet a day it was.
just then, months of stifled heartache came back, a ball forming in your throat as you tried not to cry in public.
“if rang was here, he would’ve said you were pathetic.” you thought to yourself, trying to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.
you sat on a bench to calm yourself down, pointing out all the little details of the twilight landscape.
eventually, you felt good enough to walk to the bar, ordering one of the same three drinks that rotate every time.
a few drinks in, someone sat right next to you at the counter.
you turned your head to glance at the stranger, doing a double take as you realized it was rang.
“rang?” you murmured, your voice cracking from the influx of emotions hitting you in that moment.
“hm?” the stranger hummed, raising his eyebrow at you.
“ah, nothing.” you replied, forcing a chuckle to lessen the awkwardness.
he looked at you for a moment, then asked the bartender for whiskey.
you glanced at him every few minutes for the rest of the night, sharing simple conversation, exchanging names, etc.
“how come you’re here so late?” the man asked. he definitely wasn’t rang based on how he was actually interested in having conversation with you.
“for my husband.” you said, looking down for a second before meeting his eyes again. “it’s been years since he passed.” you finished. you knew you shouldn’t be sharing this much, but how couldn’t you talk to the same face that you loved?
“oh… i’m sorry for your loss.”
“it’s alright.” you mumbled as you gave your card to the bartender. “well, i’m gonna get going now.”
he nodded, giving you a small wave.
“take care of yourself, i know a few people who’ve been through a lot to protect someone with your face.”
tysm for enjoying my work! all reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 💞
I finished watching this series yesterday and there will be more stories about him coming soon.
