⊹·ℕ𝔸ℕ𝔹𝔸𝕂𝔸 • 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊·⊹

⊹Qi×Reader

ᴍᴀɴɢ ᴢʜᴏɴɢ
ʙʏ: ʏɪɴ ǫᴜē sʜī ᴛīɴɢ

[Only in memories]

Years had passed since she went, only to come back once in awhile in Qi's memories.

Left with him was only a melody long gone, sang by her whenever he felt down. That's what kept him motivated to work for both of them.

She's sweet with a kind heart while he's careless and only thinks about work more than his own girlfriend.

They're bound to break apart at one point but never did he expect that death will do the honor.

Only she knew about her condition. That's the reason she stuck around him for so long despite Qi not giving her much affection, though (y/n) still knew she was loved. That's what she wants to experience last.

Love.

Before she died, she kept records of her singing, specially made for Qi. But he only managed to keep one.

The rest are gone, along with her and only the memories are left.

It's been years since he last heard her voice, not daring to turn the recorder on, afraid he'll have an emotional breakdown.

Today, he decided it was time to say 'hi' once again to the person who's voice and existence was already gone.

Qi stood up from his chair and discreetly walked outside of the mafia building. He wasn't allowed to leave his lab unless given permission but waiting was the last thing in his mind.

It was breezy but not cold as it was early summer.

He arrived at a wheat field and from afar, there was a rundown house with red tiles scattered atop, dying bamboo walls and weeds growing from the once Beautiful garden.

Around that house it screamed lifeless but nonetheless, Qi didn't hesitate to approach it.

The door was in the verge of falling apart but the chains are still tightly hugging it together. He could easily break down the door but this is her property after all, he doesn't want to be disrespectful.

Fishing out a key from his lab coat, he unlocked the chained door afterwards and then stepping in, the wooden floor creaking loudly throughout the summer night.

Everything was covered in dust; the bamboo bed, chair, floor, just everything.

He searched in the shambles for the white tape, trying to recall where he had hidden it.

When going through the dusty, yellowing books, an object fell out, creating a small dent when it made contact with the floor.

It was the white recorder, decorated with drawings of inked wheat.

The drawings were made by the talented (y/n) herself, it was a bit chapped but one could still see the quality. That drawing came with the title as well.

Qi read it out loud, " Mang Zhong.... Grain in the Ear.", He laughed at a memory, "I remember this."

⊹Past⊹

The two walked to the direction of (y/n)'s house, holding a conversation about farming.

"Did you know there's a song called Mang Zhong?" (Y/n) asked, holding a bag filled with painting materials.

Qi saw her struggled a bit and silently took a bag as he answered while chuckling, "That's a stupid name. 'Grain in Ear'? Ppffft."

The girl puffed her cheeks and angrily looked at her boyfriend, "The title is weird, yeah, but the meaning of the song is sad!"

"Really? Then sing it to me," he attached a somewhat flirty tone at the end which made (y/n) blushed. It was rare for Qi to flirt so it was really surprising.

"I only know some of the lyrics though, but I'll sing it either way." She inhaled and started the song.

⊹Present⊹

Qi pressed the play button and a static but soothing melody of the piano started.

Seconds later, a soft and angelic voice of (y/n) filled the lifeless air around the house.

With the sound of the piano tiles accompanying (y/n)'s Beautiful voice, it made everything inside that gloomy room looked brighter, lively.

The lyrics were sad just like what she said but the catchy tune had the opposite effect.

"Thinking of you then I- Ohh~
Resent love is short and trapped in pain oh~...
Leaves stay in the shadows of falling flower ohh~
Love means nothing and so self-deprecate believing your swear.
So, do you know what I wish for?"

With those last sentences, the song ended and the light that once illuminated the room faded as well as her voice.

⊹Past⊹

(Y/n), "Do you know what I wish for?"

"I wish we will be together forever."

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Writing this while listening to the song made me cry a river
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