#Live Up to Your Name

[whenthegoldrays]

TIMESLIP KDRAMAS I'VE WATCHED AND WHAT CHANGING FATE MEANS / INVOLVES IN EACH ONE:

Lovely Runner: you can change the circumstances, but in any reality, people will continue to make the same choices

Live Up To Your Name: you can change your own fate, but is that enough? can you live with that?

My First Love: the more you try to change the tragedy, the more it becomes your fault

Twinkling Watermelon: you can't change the big events, you can only change how prepared people are for them

Marry My Husband: everything that's happened has to happen again, but maybe it doesn't have to happen to you

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract: history repeats itself and the only way to stop it is to arm yourself with knowledge

Familiar Wife: you can change whatever you want, but watch out!

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Wait I can't believe I just realized one of my mutuals has a kdrama sideblog! Have you seen "Live Up To Your Name"?

I haven't, though I have heard of it. All the Kdramas I've watched are pinned to the top of my blog. I will add it to my very informal list. I just finished Extraordinary Attorney Woo, which I loved, and I haven't committed to a new one to binge yet.

As for this being my sideblog, Jane Austen and kdramas give me similar vibes, so I bet there are many others in the JA/Kdrama Venn diagram.

[seonsong]

anyway. have this snippet from a story i may never end up writing properly

[quillinhand]

the utter joy the scene where they operate together in joseon in ep 11 gives me- omg omg omg

[eviltiddyprodnz]

kdramas have me side eyeing roads all the time omg roads suck!!!

how many random direction can a truck or bus come from 😭😭😭

[sometimesiship]

home is where your heartbeat is

Fandom: Live Up To Your Name Rating: General Ship: Choi Yeon Kyung/Heo Im AO3 | FF.net a/n: i rewatch this show like two times a year. i just love it all so much :") I don't post fic to tumblr most of the time, but the LUTYN community seems more present here than anywhere else.

This was quick and easy and I didn't overthink it. I just had an itch that needed to be scratched, hahaha!

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She smells like sunshine, if that’s something that somebody can smell like. Heat and gold and flaxseed ground against stone, petal soft skin and rosy cheeks. Her hair falls against their sheets like brush strokes across parchment.

She sighs like a song, and it lives in his head the same way, long past late nights and early mornings. He likes that he can hold her whenever he wants—that he can have her however he likes. 

He likes that she can show her ankles, her wrists, that she can slide her hands around his waist in the middle of a crowd, that he can kiss her and nobody has anything to say about it.

He likes it here. With her.

Because sometimes he does miss home. The comforting quiet, the night sky and its stars, the day sky unhindered by towering dragons made of concrete and glass. He liked not being beholden to anybody at all times of day. Lunch is lunch, dinner is dinner. In Joseon, the night is for nothing but sleeping and the day is for work, but mornings are still his and nobody else's. Here, his phone never seems to sit silent anymore, pinging him every hour of every day. Hers, too. 

Sometimes he dreams of if they’d met in Joseon. Would he have noticed her? He must, because he can’t imagine anything else. The most beautiful girl in the village would be hard to miss. She’d probably be some magistrates daughter, what with her grandfather’s commanding presence, and he’d be the sad sap in love with her who she’d never pay a second glance to. 

But things would turn out the same way anyway, because that’s how fate works. Only instead of ripping herself out of his arms to pick up an emergency call in the middle of the night, she’d sleep soundly straight through to morning. And when they wake up, she’d smile that smile at him, and he’d smile back at her, and for a few hours before he starts his day, their morning would be free for them to do whatever they please.

Except touch in public. And certainly not kiss. And god forbid she show any skin past her neck. And she’d probably get summoned or shamed for the way she talks back to him, and he wouldn’t want that, because he likes her like that. She’s sharp and she’s sweet and he’s the only one who tastes all of it—but only because it’s a fruit Seoul grows. Joseon would never.

So modern day is much better.

Because even if she’s on-call so often, she always comes stumbling back into bed excited and exhausted all at once. She brings the daylight in with her, buttery gold melting in behind her like she's the one who rises and sets over the horizon, only for her to fall back into his arms, fall back into her dreams, and it’ll be 9 in the morning but he’ll fall right back with her, slipping under to the steady staccato of her heartbeat.

His favorite thing, though, is being in broad daylight with her. Beneath imposing office buildings in the middle of a plaza ripe with overheard phone conversations and personalities and shopping bags, when everybody is watching and still nobody is—and that’s something he’ll never get used to, how there’s so much to see here and yet nobody cares to see it—he'll hold her to him, feel her gasp catch in her chest, her startled what’s wrong?

And when he runs his thumb over her wrist, feeling the perpetual badump, badump that’s soft and warm and safe in his hand, the imposing buildings aren't so imposing and the expansive freedom of infinite possibility loosens around his neck.

Sometimes he misses home. Sometimes he misses bright, green grass that never seems to yellow, and clear blue skies that have never been smudged with factory smoke. Sometimes he misses being able to hear birds without the car horns or the jet planes. Sometimes he misses knowing exactly where he belongs in a world that's only bigger than a few kilometers, misses knowing what exactly he's meant to do, misses knowing exactly how his story started and how it's going to end.

So he draws her body into his and breathes in her sunlight and shine as he shuts his eyes, because as long as her heart keeps beating, he’ll always have his home.

[iwillneverforgiveyou]

End of Live Up To Your Name pictures

[wallflowerglitter]

This went from kind of goofy to so sad so quickly.

[eviltiddyproductions]

ummm is my bestie operating on her grandfather??? is that allowed in any medical drama universe ?

I know he asked for it but like 😭💀? it’s still not allowed or am I imagining things ?

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[k-star-holic]

"Live Up to Your Name" by Yoo Jae-suk

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

[whenthegoldrays]

ELLY'S TOP TEN K-DRAMAS (with songs to match!)

10. Queen of Tears (2024)

Baek Hyun-woo is relieved to hear that his wife has only three months to live, which will save him the mortification of divorcing her — what he isn’t expecting is to fall back in love with her in those three months. This show gets a little crazy, but the acting is top tier, and the ensemble cast is one of my favorites ever. (Also, the OST is my new most beloved.)

Song for this drama: Don’t Take The Money

9. Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022)

Woo Young-Woo navigates her career, life changes, and love as a rookie at Hanbada Law Firm and a woman on the autism spectrum. Young-Woo is a darling, and her boy is the greenest flag ever.

Song for this drama: scales

8. Castaway Diva (2023)

After 15 years stranded on a desert island, Seo Mok-ha pursues her dream of becoming a singer while searching for the boy who helped her escape her abusive father. Despite the horrors, this show will make you believe there is good in the world.

Song for this drama: Sweet Chamomile

7. Hometown Cha Cha Cha (2021)

Yoon Hye-jin moves to a seaside town to open a dental clinic and finds the home she always wanted amidst its colorful residents. So funny and the male lead is basically the perfect man.

Song for this drama: Apple Pie

6. Familiar Wife (2018)

A married couple who have fallen out of love get to see each other in a new light after the husband, Ju-hyeok, goes back in time and changes their history. You've never rooted this hard for such an infuriating man.

Song for this drama: No One Knows

5. Marry My Husband (2024)

After being murdered by her husband and best friend, a woman wakes up ten years in the past, months before her wedding, and must fight to prevent her marriage and eventual death from happening again. Swooniest male lead, cutest female friendships, and some of the most legit terrifying villains.

Song for this drama: Funeral

4. Lovely Runner (2024)

Immediately after her idol commits suicide, the devastated Sol is transported back to high school, where she discovers that the two of them used to be neighbors and begins a desperate mission to change the course of his life. Get ready for the most adorable, most pathetic loser of a male lead ever.

Song for this drama: Always Remember Us This Way

3. Crash Landing On You (2019–2020)

After a freak accident lands her in North Korea, Yoon Se-ri must rely on the soldier who saved her life in order to survive, stay hidden, and get back to South Korea. Rips you apart in the best possible way.

Song for this drama: If I Never Knew You

2. Live Up To Your Name (2017)

Renowned acupuncturist Heo Im falls 400 years through time and lands in Seoul, where his life and fate intertwine with that of cardiac surgeon Choi Yeon Kyung. Beautiful, unmatched chemistry.

Song for this drama: epiphany

1. Twinkling Watermelon (2023)

Ha Eun Gyeol is mysteriously sent back in time, where he meets his parents as teenagers and discovers he didn't know as much about them as he thought he did. Peak family feels, peak soft couple, and peak enemies to lovers.

Song for this drama: Long Live

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[seonsong]

on a crowded street in 1944...

Fandom: Live Up To Your Name | Rating: Teen and up | Ship: Choi Yeon Kyung/Heo Im | AO3

It’s the end of another long and tiring day when he shows up at her doorstep with an invitation — does she want to go to a bar?

She tells him she’s not sure, she’s kind of exhausted from the train ride and moving in.

He insists. It’s no fun drinking alone, and what is she going to do in a house full of strangers anyway?

Drink some tea and go to sleep, she tells him, but he isn’t taking no for an answer. She groans and rolls her eyes, but goes inside to get her coat and purse.

“How can you want to be outside in this cold?” she asks, shivering, as they step from the courtyard of the guest house out onto the street.

“A few drinks will warm us up.”

“My blankets and the hot tea I was going to make would’ve warmed me up.”

“Come on now, the night is young,” he says to her, playfully elbowing her in the arm.

“But I’m not,” she grumbles while pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. “I’m not fit for tomfoolery like this at my age.”

“You talk as if you were a shriveled up old lady when you’re only thirty-four.”

“Well, maybe when you’re my age, Yoo Jae-ha, you’ll understand.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the reminder.”

Yeon Kyung laughs at his pouting face and shoves her hands into her coat pockets. “Where exactly are you planning on taking me, anyway?”

“Just a little place a couple blocks from here.”

“It sounds dreadful. Do they serve soju, at least?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“But enough about the bar,” says Jae-ha, quickening his pace in order to face her as they walk. “How was your train ride over?”

She shrugs. “Eh, you know. It was a train ride. Cramped. Nauseating. Frequently delayed.”

“Sounds like one of your better experiences.”

“Compared to the last one, yes. God, it was hot that time. I was sick for three days straight afterwards.”

“I know it well,” he chuckles ruefully.

She shudders at the recollection. “So compared to that, I suppose it was all right.”

They’re silent for a minute after that, focusing instead on moving as quickly as possible to their destination.

“You know,” speaks Yeon Kyung at last, “much as I hate Tokyo, it sure is infinitely better than being at the outpost.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” he agrees.

“Surrounded by all those dreadful Japanese men.”

“Yes.”

“Constantly in fear of being kidnapped and sold into the slave trade.”

“Sleeping with one eye open, I suppose.”

“With two!” she corrects him, laughing sardonically. “In Tokyo, it’s with one, but out there… oh, my. When they canceled my leave in October, I thought I was a goner for sure.”

“And yet, here you are now. Five months really is too long to be kept from your home.”

“Nearly half a year.”

Jae-ha nods. “Indeed— Though you really should be grateful for what you have. Millions of our people have no freedom whatsoever, and you get to come and go and have a paying job and live in relative peace when you're not at the outpost.”

Her pace slows at this. “That's true. Although the fear is always there, now isn't it?”

“Well, not right now,” he proclaims, quickening his pace to encourage hers. “You're in Tokyo! You're out on the town! Not a soldier for miles! You get two whole weeks to do whatever you want!”

“Yeah. I guess I'll drink to that,” she grumbles.

“That's the spirit! And perfect timing,” says Jae-ha, signaling toward a run-down building across the street. “We’re here.”

“Oh, my, it looks even more dreary than I expected.”

“Never mind that, in we go!” he cheers, gently pushing Yeon Kyung along.

The bar is dimly lit, empty save for a couple chatting quietly in the far corner, and smells faintly of water damage, but a fireplace crackling comfortingly in the back warms the whole place, and the large bartender stands polishing some glasses in front of a surprisingly large assortment of wines, beers, and sake.

“I don't see the soju you promised,” mutters Yeon Kyung.

“All right, just hang on a second. Lee Doseong, how about a bottle of soju for the lovely lady?”

The bartender looks up, and his face brightens. “Yoo Jae-ha! Welcome, welcome. Coming right up.”

Jae-ha grins at Yeon Kyung. “See? Go on, sit down.”

“Okay,” she sighs, sliding onto a barstool and smiling her thanks as Doseong the bartender hands her a shot glass and pulls a soju bottle out from under the counter.

“I'm going to stop by the washroom,” Jae-ha tells Yeon Kyung, heading for the door in the back of the bar. “Save me a glass.”

“Yep.”

She downs her first shot of soju and sighs, letting it sink in. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices that the man that was in the washroom before Jae-ha has sat on the barstool next to her. He acknowledges her with a quiet “annyeong,” and she gives a tight-lipped smile in return.

Doseong notices her gloomy air. “Rough week?”

“Exhausting,” she sighs. “But at least I get to rest for two weeks now.”

He nods. “Rest is good.”

“Lee Doseong-ssi,” asks Yeon Kyung, pouring herself another glass, “how long have you lived in Japan?”

“Since the occupation began,” he answers. “Thirty-four years now.”

Her eyes widen when she hears the number. “Dear god. That’s my entire life. It must have been difficult.”

“It was at first,” he agrees. “Very difficult. It was already hard to be working at the factory — they weren’t exactly treating me well, as you can imagine — and I missed my family like you have no idea. The days and years really bear down on you, living like that.”

Yeon Kyung winces. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. But as you can see,” he answers, gesturing around at the bar, “things got better. Eventually. I suppose, in retrospect, I’ve been luckier than most.”

“Yes.” Luckier than most. The words ring in her head like an accusation as she nods slowly. “Maybe Yoo Jae-ha was right.”

“What about?”

“He says I should stop complaining about my job at the outpost and be grateful I'm not in a factory — or chained up in some camp as a ianfu.”

“Ahh. You work at the outpost?"

“Yes. I’m a nurse. Or, well, that is—” She pauses and considers. “Well, for simplicity’s sake, then yes, let’s just say that. I'm a nurse at the outpost.”

He whistles. “That’s not an easy job — even in peacetime, but much less now. You’re perfectly welcome to come here and complain anytime you feel like it.”

Yeon Kyung smiles, genuinely, for the first time that night. “Thank you, Lee Doseong-ssi.”

Two more customers enter just then, and Doseong moves to greet and attend to them, so she turns her attention back to her soju glass and lifts it to her lips.

“He's right, you know,” chimes in another voice, and Yeon Kyung stops mid-sip to look at the man sitting on her right. “What you suffer is what you suffer. No one can tell you not to feel exhausted, or sad.”

“Or scared,” she adds, almost unconsciously. “Being surrounded by men like that all the time is terrifying. It’s essentially a miracle that I haven’t been… well. You know.”

“Yes,” he answers softly.

The conversation lulls, and Yeon Kyung shifts self-consciously, her cheeks flushing red. “Ahem— sorry. That might’ve been a bit too much.”

“No need to worry,” he says reassuringly. “It seemed like you needed to let that out.”

“Yes, perhaps I did.” She offers an apologetic smile. “Thank you. It is good to talk about it. And Jae-ha isn’t the best person to complain to.”

“This Jae-ha doesn’t work at the outpost, I presume?”

“No,” she says, reaching once again for her soju. “No, he works at an oriental clinic here in the city.”

The man nods. “I see. Well, then, do tell your friend to be a little more understanding and let you talk about your troubles more freely. I dare say you’ve earned it.”

“I dare say I have,” grins Yeon Kyung from behind her glass before emptying it.

“Noona,” comes Jae-ha’s voice from behind them, “is this guy bothering you?”

Yeon Kyung jumps slightly as she turns to look at him.

“No, not at all,” she answers, pushing her hair behind her ear. “We were just talking.”

Jae-ha seems somewhat unconvinced, like he wants to say something more, but he only eyes the stranger briefly, then nods and sits down on the barstool to the left of Yeon Kyung.

“Here,” she tells him, shoving the bottle of soju into his hand. “Lee Doseong-*ssi*, can I get a glass for Yoo Jae-ha?”

As if her words are a cue, the man on her right downs what remains of his wine glass and sets it down. “I believe I’ll get going,” he says — partly to Yeon Kyung, partly to himself. She nods at him in acknowledgement.

“So this is Yoo Jae-ha,” says the man under his breath, eyeing Yeon Kyung’s companion, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink as she hears him.

“Did you say something?” asks Jae-ha, turning to look at him, but the man reassumes his smile and shakes his head.

“Just talking to myself,” he grins, reaching for his coat on the rack by the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss…”

“Choi Yeon Kyung,” she answers, dipping her head slightly. “And you were…?”

“Heo Im,” he introduces himself with a similar gesture.

This gets Jae-ha’s attention. “Heo Im?” he questions, turning once again to face him. “Like the famous Joseon physician?”

He laughs shortly. “Yes, just like that. Good night,” he bids them, ducking out the door before any more can be said.

Yeon Kyung and Jae-ha watch as the stranger leaves an empty doorframe in his wake, both uttering the same opinion — “how interesting.”

[quillinhand]

rewatching ep 8 of live up to your name because... yes i like to torture myself- and omg the feels. the scene where duchil begs im to save his brother; the scene with heo jun, the humor, makgae's story, its just- hurting me? why do i do this to myself? i'm crying. oh no. and ofc that scene is going on and. um. save me somebody.

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