Confined to a life of detachment from the only people on earth who understand them, the patients of Saint Evangeline's can only watch as those around them drown in themselves, in more ways than one, while they themselves drown, in a much more literal sense. Haechan is tired, tired of moving from place to place with no real chance of getting better. Y/N is tired too, tired of living solely for the purpose of staying alive. Maybe, just maybe, despite the space that separates them, they can guide each other to a life worth living.
WARNINGS ⇾ haechan x afab!fem!reader; ongoing theme of terminal illness (cystic fibrosis); talk of christianity, the afterlife, heaven/hell; death; ongoing mention of surgeries, scars, medications, drug trials, etc.
AUTHOR'S NOTES ⇾ first seen on tumblr (hyuckshaze), and based upon one of my favourite novels, drowning in the distance is finally complete. i hope that you embark on this journey, this rollercoaster of emotions, and come to love the characters and feel their love, as well as their pain, the way that i do. x
PLAYLIST ⇾ https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3lmbesxg5LVf7CtNnHm0ng
TOTAL WORD COUNT ⇾ 129K
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪 𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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