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On Wonwoo’s fourth tails, he befriended a small human. That child had no name; the names given by the big human were unflattering, that Wonwoo frowned in distaste. Out of pity, Wonwoo bestowed a name to that child whose lifespan was not unlike a firefly: “From now on, you’re my ‘Sunny’.” The reason was, well, that boy’s smile–it was as bright as the sun. As warm as morning sunlight on one day in springtime.
Alas, Sunny’s life was soon reaped by the envoys from the Netherworld. Wonwoo did not get a chance to bid farewell, sigh.
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On Wonwoo’s fifth tail, Sunny reappeared again. This time, he managed to grow older. Sunny did not recognize Wonwoo, but just like the toddler in Wonwoo’s memory, that smile of his was still bright and warm as the sun. So bright that the sun seemed to be drowned in jealousy, and burned this Sunny to the ground in the fire, lit by a madman claiming to have received Heavenly Revelation. “Burn that demonic spawn!” was all it took to make Wonwoo lose his Sunny for the second time.
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(Sunny did not reappear on Wonwoo’s sixth, seventh, and eight tails. sometimes, in the middle of the night, Wonwoo stared at the moon and longed for his sun)
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It was not until a millennia later, when humanity no longer gave their full trust to Heaven, that Wonwoo got to meet that child once more.
This time, that child had a proper name. This time, when humans had much longer lifespans, Wonwoo got to spend much longer time with his Sun.
This time, the nine-tailed fox finally got to know how drunk one could be, drowning in the scent of soul he yearned for a long, long time. Kissing the tips of Chan’s fingers, Wonwoo tipsily smiled,
“I’m digging in, Chan-ah.”