Like that was a really good CLOSED ending. You don’t need to add anything else to it. It’s the same ending as the manga, it resolved the issues of the games. End of it. Go watch something else.
And if you’re still confused about the show, read the manga, it will answer any question it left unanswered.
A new season based on nothing but Netflix’ own ideas will definitely feel rushed and not as good as the previous seasons. Just look at how wanky some of the scenes that weren’t in the manga felt. (Im talking about you Queen of Spade)
They could make the sequel in season 3, but the sequel really wasn’t that good (or interesting but that’s my opinion). And some characters were really creepy (im talking about you Mira’s brother).
The idea of a season 3 is really just to get more money instead of creating a new good story in the borderland.
We can't control what other people post, but consider trying going into Tumblr's Setting and filtering out stuff like "Noncon" or "Dead Dove: Do Not Eat." I've done that a year ago and my timeline is a lot calmer, especially when I don't want to block my favorite ff writers who only post stuff like that once in a blue moon🩷.
taking care of junho after he returns with a gunshot wound??? (in s2)
𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader
summary | the request
warnings | fluff, romance, a little angst, physical harm, care, vulnerability
word count | 1.5 k
author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩
The early morning is calm when the phone rings. The sharp, piercing sound makes you jump out of bed. You grab it quickly, feeling a weight press down on your chest. Without thinking, you answer, still half-asleep.
"Hello, who is this?"
The voice on the other end is firm, somewhat worried, but clear.
"Are you Jun-ho's girlfriend? This is his mother. He's had an accident. He's hurt, but he's stable now, but I need you to come to the hospital. There are some things I need you to sign."
Fear settles in your chest, and your hands begin to tremble as you listen. The woman's voice keeps speaking, but the words fade into a background noise. Jun-ho is hurt. Seriously hurt. The image of him, his smile, his laughter, his warm eyes, starts to fade, replaced by a nightmare.
You dress quickly, fear blocking all rational thought. Time seems to slip away as you rush to the hospital. In your mind, there's only one image: Jun-ho. You just want to see him, be with him.
When you arrive at the hospital, the hallway feels strange, empty. The cold lights reflect the anxiety you feel with every step. In the emergency room, his mother is waiting. You don't know her well, but her eyes reflect the same anguish as yours.
"Hwang Jun-ho is here, he's stable. They took him to a private room after the procedures, he's awake but exhausted. I can let you in, but if you need to rest, you can do so as well."
You don't respond right away. You just nod, grateful that he's at least alive, breathing. You follow the woman to the room. When you enter, you see him there. Lying in bed, with bandages around his torso and an IV in his arm. His face looks paler than usual, but when he sees you, his eyes slowly open. A small smile forms on his face, though he seems in pain.
"You look... good, though it’s hard to believe," he whispers. His soft, raspy voice makes you feel a wave of tenderness, protection, and love.
You simply approach and gently take his hand. The warmth of his skin is a comfort. You stroke his hand, noticing how weak he is, how fragile he seems in that moment.
"How do you feel?" you ask, trying to stay calm.
"Not so bad," he replies, his smile widening slightly, but his eyes reflect deep exhaustion, as if he still can't believe what's happened.
The following days are slow. Jun-ho's recovery progresses, but slowly. Every day you care for him with more tenderness. You bring him water, prepare his meals, make sure he's comfortable at all times. Sometimes, you just sit and watch him sleep, waiting for him to wake up, waiting for him to see in your eyes all the love and concern you feel for him.
Nights are the hardest. As the silence deepens, so does the stillness of the room. Jun-ho seems relaxed, but there are still moments when his face twists in pain. You make sure he's always comfortable, that his medicine is within reach, that nothing is missing. And when you can't do more, you curl up next to him, pressing your body against his, seeking comfort in his presence. The warmth of his body reminds you that he's alive, that he needs you, that there's still hope.
A couple of days later, the doctors say he's well enough to go home. You take care of the paperwork and the formalities, hoping everything is in order. You take him home, to his apartment, the place you both know so well. He's weak, but his hand never leaves yours as you guide him to the sofa. You carefully settle him, making sure he's as comfortable as possible. Jun-ho's eyes are tired, but when he sees you, he smiles weakly.
"Thank you," he whispers, his voice trembling from exhaustion.
You sit beside him, stroking his hair. The simple contact with him fills you with calm, though you can't stop worrying. You observe him closely. His eyes, the shadows under them, the paleness of his face... You know he's still weak, but the most important thing is that he's here, by your side.
"You don't have to thank me. I'll always be here," you say, kissing his forehead softly. The expression on his face changes, softening, as if the weight of what has happened is beginning to fade.
The following days pass, and the routine of taking care of him becomes easier, though no less important. You make his meals, make sure he does his recovery exercises, give him his medications. Even when he resists, when his pride gets in the way, you let him know with a smile that he has you, that he needs you. And though he knows it, he can't help but feel grateful for your care. Sometimes, when he feels stronger, he asks you to help him get up, walk a little, not feel so weak.
The love you share deepens with every moment, every gesture. He looks at you with a tenderness you can't describe, and you return the same look, feeling that words are no longer necessary. You love each other with the simplicity of everyday life, with the certainty that you will always be there for each other.
One night, after you've fed him dinner and placed him in bed, you curl up next to him. You're exhausted, but being with him, in his arms, everything seems to fall into place. He wraps his arms around you, holding you gently, carefully, as if afraid you might disappear. His warm body gives you a peace you can't find anywhere else.
"Do you feel better?" you whisper, brushing your lips against his neck.
"Much better, now that you're here," he replies, his voice still deep and raspy, but full of affection.
You look into his eyes, and in that moment, everything you've feared fades away. You see him, with that weak but loving smile, and you know everything will be fine. No matter what the future holds, there will always be time for the two of you, there will always be space for love between you.
"I'll always be here," you whisper softly, your hands caressing his face, tracing the lines of his jaw.
"I love you," he says, his words soft but firm. And you, with your heart full, return that love in a deep kiss, one that reflects everything you can't put into words.
The kiss is soft at first, as if time stopped, as if the whole world disappeared around you. Then, it intensifies, as if both of you were searching, through that kiss, to heal any remaining wounds. The embraces become stronger, more constant, as if you never want to part.
Can we get some hwang junho boyfriend head cannons? •`ヮ´• This man NEEDS more attention I swear
𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.
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pairing(s): hwang jun ho x reader
words: 346
warnings/tags: established relationship, he's so boyfriend it hurts, if you squint you can see how obsessed i am with his back.
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➵ mans is protective, let’s get that over with.
➵ not in an overbearing way. he just needs to make sure you’re safe.
➵ coming to pick you and friends up if you’re out late.
➵ if you’re out together and it’s late and you’re tired he’ll bend down so casually so you can climb on his back and get carried.
➵ he’s quiet but attentive, whenever you’re talking he has a little smile on his face, listening to every word you have to say but also getting distracted over the way your eyes shine or the dimples in your cheeks.
➵ he works late a lot at the station but will drop by yours for the night with a tired smile and tons of kisses pressed against your skin.
➵ junho gets nightmares so sometimes you awake to him abruptly sitting up and heavy breathing and he would jump from the gentle touch to his shoulder.
➵ it takes him time but you’re able to calm him down until he’s practically back to sleep, this time on top of you with his head tucked into your neck.
➵ the early morning type, he’s likely to go early hour jogs and have breakfast ready before you’ve gotten out of bed. sleepy eyes as you trudge in pyjamas to where he stands freshly showered and dressed.
➵ whenever you’re out and a guy tries to chat you up, they will back off from junho’s look alone. eyes intense and watching, expression giving nothing away.
➵ isn’t afraid of pda, will hold your hand at any given moment available and also occasionally kisses it. will also kiss your cheek and temple when leaving you.
➵ a+ cuddler award goes to him, his broad back and shoulders a perfect mattress when you cuddle into his chest. his hands are always holding something, the back of your head with soft strokes with his thumb, tracing your arms or comfortably on your ass.
➵ this man will worship the ground you walk on and be irretrievably devoted to being the best boyfriend he can to you. whenever you’re around him, you know you’re safe.
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