#jung gicheul

[citrinekay]

Ji Chang-wook and Wi Ha-joon behind the scenes of Elle Korea's The Worst of Evil photoshoot

[frances-and-the-moon]

They look straight out of an idol group tbh

[sunnydreadfu11]

Just thinking about how Gicheul wears a cross on his neck and even has a crucifix on his bedroom wall but refused to set foot inside the church as if he doesn’t believe he’s good enough to be in such a place. And how Junmo avoided visiting his mother-in-law for essentially the same reason. She was the only one in Euijeong’s family who was kind to him and saw only good in him even when he didn’t think he deserved it.

[scuderiaevermore]

thinking about a ceo/ (still) mobster gicheul who randomly meets junmo and becomes obsessed with him

[answermywearyquery]

Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jung Gicheul/Park Junmo, Jung Gicheul/Yu Euijeong, Park Junmo/Yu Euijeong Additional Tags: Canon-Divergence, Ep 12 Divergence, Park Junmo is an Unreliable Narrator

Summary:

Junmo's bullet hit Gicheul in the shoulder. He made a breathy, surprised noise, swallowed by the sudden roaring in Junmo's ears. Gicheul was looking at him now, somehow another layer of pain appearing in his eyes at their – his – betrayal as he collapsed to the floor.

(Or: Junmo aims for Jung Gicheul's arms holding the gun instead of his heart.)

[saintminseok]

There was lots of beating people and killing, in different methods but at the end of it all, betrayal is the worst of evil.

[lost0wl]

i love this poster and how they added gicheul with the two girls that junmo hooked up with. as if they’re saying junmo being bi is confirmed

[pondsphuwin]

"A THUG, IT'S WHAT EVERYONE CALLS ME. THEY'RE NOT WRONG THOUGH." ― WI HA-JOON as JUNG GICHEUL in THE WORST OF EVIL (2023)

(@asiandramanet creator bingo — quotes)

[priapussdick]

characters like gicheul just break my heart. he lost everything, his friends betrayed him, the only person who he thought was on his side has never been on his side at all, love of his life was someone that would never choose him. he never even had a chance did he? if a dead end was a person it would be jung gicheul.

[sadnukim]

i just think that park jun mo & jung gicheul should fuck . . . maybe fall in love too but that's just what i think tho.

[childofthemoon7]

The Worst Evil by me - 최악의 악 | The Worst of Evil (TV)

The first time he saw Jung Gicheul was in the restaurant the gang is used to dinning in. He saw the man, wearing his expensive nice suit and surrounding himself with other men of his own kind. But Junmo was not expecting a woman who looks a bit older than Gicheul to walk beside the boss. The undercover police officer did not stare at her for too long. But his eyes took the way she stood, the way she looked at the mess he made and the way her presence was enough to have the room silent. Junmo knew about the woman. Gicheul's older Noona. The gang respect her as they respect Gicheul. The siblings were always seen side by side. With Taeho, they were the trio who were the core for the gang.

On AO3

On Wattpad

[citrinekay]

Wi Ha-joon and Ji Chang-wook behind the scenes of The Worst of Evil Disney+ glam shoot

[sunnydreadfu11]

I know I’m not the only one who thought stabby glasses guy was also an undercover cop after telling Junmo he “wasn’t from Gangnam” but seeing him kill people and beat the shit out of Jungbae…….. I’m thinking I was wrong

[argentnoelle]

[fic] in memoriam ~ (It's a year after Gicheul's death. No one's dealing with it well.) [on ao3]

He and Euijeong still live in the same house, and since his promotion, Park Junmo works in Seoul just as his wife does. It is the same house, the same kitchen, the same green-patterned wallpaper like lilies or an open fan, and the pale wood floor which only shows the ghost of blood under luminol. He brings his own food and leaves it in the fridge, or takes some of the leftovers Euijeong has wrapped carefully in plastic; they don’t speak. She avoids the kitchen, padding every evening through the front door and the hall all the way back to their bedroom; he follows her once she can pretend to be asleep. It’s been a long time since he left his silver ring on the gravestone, a long time since she left her simple cross necklace, tied around the neck of a bouquet. She still wears the necklace Gicheul had given her later; the mocking flower-cut gems. And Junmo still wears the watch. 

He tries to be quiet as he walks with bare feet into the silent room, but Euijeong’s breathing is shallow and sleepless, and as the rustle of the covers over him break the silence, the mattress dipping under his weight, she says, “where… did you go today?”

Junmo looks toward the shadowed ceiling and not toward her. A spike of irritation rises in his gut. He could have gone further without hearing her voice. 

“You know where I went.”

He’d gotten there first this time; left a cigarette on the cold stone. He’d known she’d be arriving later with a grouping of flowers, delicate things that Gicheul would surely cherish just as he cherished her. 

“It’s been a year.”

“It’s been a year. So? You never wanted to fucking talk about it before, why now? You’ve been pretending he doesn’t exist for a year, and now you want to talk about him? Do you wish you’d died along with him? Eh?”

He sounds cruel. He is cruel. The words just pour out of him into the silence and he hears them echo. He had never wanted to be a husband who was cruel, but he’s long since lost the capacity for an innocent lie.

“Do you?” she says. Quiet. It must be easier for her. She’s not the one who pulled the trigger. She’s never asked him why he did it. Junmo has so many reasons. He was trying to save Gicheul from an eternity in hell. He hated his enemy for stealing away his wife. He couldn’t bear to let Gicheul have his way in anything, even this.

“Fuck. Euijeong, I can’t talk about this. Find someone else to bother with it—”

“Who else?”

Junmo lets out a ragged exhale. Who else indeed. 

He sits up. Rummages in the bedside drawer for his cigarettes and lighter. He can’t have this conversation without something else to focus on; the steadiness of nicotine into his lungs, the warm burn of smoke. He can feel her sitting up too, settling herself with her back against the headboard.

 “I think about him all the time,” Euijeong says. It’s a confession of only what he already expects. Junmo breathes out, curls his fingers around the wrapper in his hand. “Every time I come back here, it feels like he’s still waiting in the kitchen. Sometimes I think I’m going to turn my head, and I’ll see him—”

“He was dead the moment he came back here,” Junmo says. “He was going to run away with you. The bastard thought he could still fucking make it. His normal fucking life with a married cop—” he chokes on a laugh. “Did he want you to protect him? Was he going to wrap you up in that, too? Jung Gicheul. That motherfucking bastard.”

“I should have warned him not to come back for me,” Euijeong says.

Junmo takes another drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling into the still air in a heavy haze; he rests his elbows on his knees. “He would’ve come back anyway,” he says at last. “He never knew when to quit.”

Neither of them had. Junmo had seen the oncoming wreck but had still stone-eyed stared down the road with his foot on the accelerator. He’d win the race if it killed them both. He’d won. And it had killed Gicheul.

Now he has his high rank to keep him warm at night and the memories that won’t give him rest. He doesn’t care about the fucking kitchen. He can go there every evening and morning and eat at the table a foot from where Gicheul died and see nothing but pale wood and emptiness. But when he drives through the streets that the Gangnam Union used to patrol and turns his head, sometimes he thinks he catches a glimpse of a familiar gait, the fabric of a coat, a head turning in the crowd. He sees Gicheul’s ghost in the places where the man had lived, not where he’d died. 

He doesn’t know what it says if he sometimes sees his own doppelgänger too: Seungho, striding by his boss’s side, confident in the milling crowd, lighting up with a smile.

[on ao3]

[cottagehorror-lesbians-stuff]

park junmo and jung gicheul really got stuck in my head. the show was not so well developed on some aspects, admittedly, however that's the reason why their unresolved tension is so haunting

[isaidrememberthismoment]

Jung gicheul my little murder baby meow meow <3