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yohankang · 2 years
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Joonggil casually joking about killing Jun Woong 💀
(Tomorrow, ep. 16)
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fridayvelvet · 4 months
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Hottest couple in the Afterlife
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synthetickitsune · 11 months
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can i request a part 2 of ur first joongil imagine? him returning from travels to find the second wife very sick (ig u can decide whether to make it temporary or like near death) + any angst u can think of w that bc the first one was excellent ☺️
nothing warms my heart like joonggil angst ♡
Park Joonggil (Tomorrow) | In sickness angst | 0.8k | f!reader
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Clouds of deep gray hang high in the sky and loom over him just like gloom. Today especially is a bitter affair.
While Joonggil feels a certain sense of gratefulness for returning home - he gets to see how his aging mother is holding on and see to it that the place of his birth is protected - there is always more to it.
Namely the knowledge that she won't be there.
They assured him time would heal his wound. It didn’t. Perhaps he has his stubbornness to blame. It's been many years without progress in his empty emotions - not one step forward that would make a difference.
His pain dulled into everpresent ache but that changes little when he has a wife waiting for him where it no longer truly feels like home. She is not to blame, naturally. Only his broken heart.
He returns to his house later than he could have. He dragged out the meetings with officials for longer than necessary, helped his mother and conversed with her for just as long, until she all but pushed him in the direction of his own dwelling.
Stepping over the threshold, a cold shiver runs down his spine. Something in the air reminds him too much of that night.
He looks for you in the kitchen and in the garden, but wherever he searches, there is only one place that could hide you - your bedroom. Joonggil respects your space, even if for him it’s more out of desire for separation than consideration of your privacy.
“y/n?”  he calls out your name and almost feels rueful for the impassive way his voice sounds. A pained groan is the only answer he receives from behind the door, so he takes the liberty of entering your room.
He finds you alive, although you've admittedly seen better days. You're pale, beads of sweat glisten on your forehead and roll down your neck. Your lips are an unhealthy ashen color. He rushes to sit down next to you, puts his hand over your forehead to find it hot enough to cook an egg. He frowns.
“I'm sorry,” you whisper weakly, “I'm afraid I was not able to prepare the house for your return.”
The ache deepens. He wishes Ryeon’s untimely death would erase all his emotions, not only the good ones.
“That can wait,” he soothes, “When have you fallen sick? Does anyone know?”
Predictably, you shake your head no. Who would you tell, afterall? His mother might have preferred you to the other women who once could have become his bride, but that means nothing if you are not bearing his children. And then all you have is your husband - gone for weeks and distant when he returns. His eyes flicker over your face and with certain bitterness he realizes it wouldn't be much effort to put away his concern and let it eat him alive, transformed into guilt.
“I've been feeling sick for the last week,” you manage to get out even if your voice is strained, “It's only been worse for the last three days. I think…”
Time’s been a bit blurry for you. When Joonggil’s here, you can at least count the days based on the interactions with him. When you’re alone and feverish, though, it turns into an impossible task. You don’t notice his face falling with regret.
He can’t be a good husband, but he still aims to be a decent one at least.
“Stay here,” he orders softly even if you’re clearly too weak to move. He gets a piece of cloth and gets it wet with cold water. He moves efficiently, treats it like a military operation. He knows if Ryeon was this sick, he’d be out of his mind with worry. Maybe this is better. It’s more efficient, if nothing else.
He gently wipes down the sweat from your face and neck, and feels mild satisfaction when he returns again to set the cold and clean cloth over your forehead and it seems to help.
“Have you eaten?” he asks, and somehow it feels like he’s stepped over the line of intimacy he’s drawn in his relationship with you. It’s uncomfortable, but he has to know. Decent husbands take care of their sick wives. You shake your head. Of course not, he should’ve known.
“I will see what I can do,” he promises. He doesn’t ask if you can wait for him, knows you already waited long enough and it’d only make him feel worse. He knows he’d ask Ryeon, though.
As he sets out on a journey to bring back some food, it starts to rain. It’s gonna get colder, he should start a fire when he returns - he should’ve done so already.
Again, he knows years earlier, in a different marriage, he knows he’d do better.
Even through the lack of feeling, it hurts anyway.
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estelle-sim · 2 years
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Is that why you're afraid? Because you killed the person he loved?
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haus-of-wu-ao3 · 2 years
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Ryeon can't help but notice the shadows, the traces, of the man she knew (and loved) in the Park Joong-gil she meets at Jumadeung.
“He won’t know you,” The Jade Empress had said. “He just shares the same face and the same name, but he is not the Park Joong-gil from your life.”
That’s the funny thing about reincarnations though. They’re never exactly the same, but they always share core personality traits and values.
So even if Ryeon isn’t actively searching for pieces of her husband in the Park Joong-gil she works with, her subconscious still picks up on the crumbs that it manages to find. And it hurts like hell.
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ninerants · 2 years
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do yall think that every time Joong Gil passes by Ryeon he thinks of how her red/pink eyeshadow looks beautiful on her?
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phantombohemian · 2 years
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I need to say
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—Tomorrow: JoongRyeon as Afterglow lyrics
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kdrama-i-nation · 1 year
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My Ultimate 2022 Bias:
❤️🤩 Park Joong-Gil 🤩❤️
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zaruba-needslove · 11 months
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Webtoon vs Drama
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girlandthedarkness · 2 years
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Joonggil living his life thinking he'll meet Koo Ryeon in his next life, only to find out that they will never incarnate together again 🙂
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suffocatedlines · 2 years
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Koo Ryeon & Park Joong Gil | Always ♦ What am I supposed to do without you? ♦
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jasminsssiii · 2 years
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Thinking about how when joonggil died and was escorted by the grim reaper he asks when he will see his beloved wife in the afterlife as he misses her so much he can't wait to see her and then the reapers asks for the name and he says "goo ryeon" then the reaper remembers he guided that soul too..to hell.
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synthetickitsune · 14 days
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Heeyoo! I know that the requests are closed for the moment, but if you don't mind I was hoping to request one. You can write for it later on
Can you do a Park Joonggil x reader fluff imagine of him falling for his shy assistant who works under him in the escort team. Thanks!
Park Joonggil (Tomorrow) | Fondness fluff | 0.9k | gn!reader
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“Will that be everything, sir?”
He gives a stern nod and sends you on your way. Not without noting the satisfied smile blooming on your lips as you turn away from him.
Too soft for this job, he thinks not for the first or second time. He thought so when he first met you, kept thinking it during the trial period, and it’s unlikely he’ll stop anytime soon.
Still, no matter what he thinks, your work ethics and dedication cannot be ignored. It should be admired by many of your peers, really. Whatever he thinks, you’re efficient and your reports are precise and include everything he wants them to contain.
He watched you on a couple assignments. You work well, with expertise others might take months or years to develop. You do not hesitate to subdue souls unwilling to part with the world of the living. 
And yet you’re too soft. It’s too obvious in the tender look in your eyes when they meet his. In the meekness of your voice when you speak to him, in the blush on your cheeks. In the cautious way you approach him. You’re like a stray kitten deciding whether to trust him or not.
And admittedly, he was trying to make you crack for some time now.
It wasn’t often that you followed his lead, but until now, it always went well. He would never expect to find himself in a situation like this.
He had his own reasons for coming to personally take care of this mess. This has been one troublesome group of souls and he knew this case would be a highly complicated and dangerous one. Things could go south easily, which he always liked to avoid.
And to his credit, and to the credit of the team members he handpicked for this particular night, everything did go smoothly. At least until…
He whips around the moment he hears a soft whimper from a voice he recognizes as yours. Everyone else seemed confused, but he knew. You only ever spoke softly around him. Always so careful and respectful it bordered on scared. He doesn’t hesitate, following with resolute steps to the source of the panicked sound.
He finds you pinned against the wall. The man holds you by your throat, whispering threats that Joonggil cannot hear. You should be able to get out of such situation. He’s seen you fight. But seeing you struggle, something prevents him from scolding you. Yet he knows if it had been anyone else, he’d yell at them to stop messing around.
Instead he storms over and punches the man without a warning. He hears your panicked squeak. From the corner of his eye he pays attention to you as you free yourself, hiding behind him. Too soft. He doesn’t say anything, not to you, but he grabs the man who suddenly seems very cooperative and scared. Apparently there’s no need to speak to him either. It’s not hard to pass him over to the other members to have him escorted. Then he turns to you.
He frowns seeing you all but cowering against the wall. He tilts his head slightly, scanning you for injuries, but there is no visible wound. 
“Did he hurt you?” he asks, hiding his surprise well - he didn’t mean to sound so angry. You flinch a little and he takes half a step back, giving you space.
“No,” you answer. He hears the effort in your voice to respond to him as you usually do instead of showing your fear. For some reason it feels inappropriate to him. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t breathe and panicked. It won’t happen again.”
“It won’t,” he agrees. Because he won’t allow it, he wants to add, just to reassure you. Just to make you stop curling in on yourself. He has no means to ensure the situation doesn’t repeat itself. But as of now he was successful enough in making sure none of his subordinates got too hurt. He won’t let you ruin his achievement. He sees you swallow uneasily.
“I’m sorry I didn’t help,” you stutter a little, your cheeks visibly heating up. He can’t help but think it cute. “I just didn’t want to get in your way.”
“Seemed more like you wanted to be protected,” he hums, amusement tugging the corners of his lips upwards. He could laugh at the way you avoid his eyes with even more determination. You really are too soft. But maybe it’s not a bad thing. “It must’ve been scary.”
You snap your head to look at him so fast he worries you’ll hurt yourself. You look so surprised he almost second guesses himself - did you fear him this entire time? He allows his muscles to relax, allows the ghost of a smile to appear on his lips. “These accidents happen. Make sure you practice your defense more, you’re good enough on the offense.”
“Yes, sir,” you nod immediately. You still look a little dazed. It truly is amusing. Usually you’d consider yourself dismissed and run away, but you linger around. He wonders why, but only one reason comes to mind.
He turns around and leads the way. 
“Follow me, if you still feel too scared to return alone,” he tries to hide the humor in his voice.
He should be annoyed. Yet he only feels fondness in his chest hearing your shy and quiet ‘yes, sir’ and your footsteps following closely after his.
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haus-of-wu · 2 years
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don't mind me, i'm just thinking about when (and why) joong-gil decided to start wearing gloves as part of his outfit when working 🙃🙃
they definitely weren't a part of the older joseon uniforms, and it seems like he only started doing it when they switched to western clothing
but i know we are all overthinking about why he wears them and when he chooses to take them off 🙈
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haus-of-wu-ao3 · 2 years
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headcanon that after ryeon dies, joong-gil becomes a depressive (but functional!) alcoholic
he only talks to her (in reality, to no one in particular, he's just speaking to empty air) when he's drowning in sadness and drink, and she can hear every word of it from hell
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xoosoxee · 2 years
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if you're reading this is your cue to watch tomorrow on netflix
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