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Several Epilogues, Part 4

Thursday, May 22, 2008 Leave a comment Go to comments

A/N: Iljimae looks endlessly mockable, from the screencaps, but alas, no csubs as of yet. Posting this in the meantime.

This is for you, Neechan!

Ending #4

Sugar, Spice, and Mostly Nice

[Don’t toss tomatoes or other deadly projectiles please. This one just ran away with itself. Also, reading Terry Pratchett did not help.]

They say that the Trousers of Time bifurcate upon certain choices, whereupon a new world is created with no fanfare but a lot of confusion, and things go on the way they would have, if so-and-so had gone down a certain path.

What they don’t tell you, is that the Trousers of Time have more than two legs. A lot more.

In another world, another time, a brave, relentless Gil Dong faced the fire arrows with the stubbornness of a man who knows he is going to die, sooner or later, and would prefer to go out with a bang. In another world, Enok died with him, and so did Chang Hui’s heart.


The first thing Gil Dong saw when he woke up was a fearsomely embroidered cushion. It was bright aqua blue with magenta threading that looked vaguely chrysanthemum-like, but upon second inspection, just looked like something he found floating in the stream the other day. Urrh. Right. Turning his head so his nose didn’t feel like part of the embroidery would be good.

Gil Dong turned his head, and groaned. He was in the royal palace, no doubt about that. Ruby red columns and elaborate ceilings everywhere. Plus, the … the upholstery was unmistakably in Lady Noh’s taste. Eurgh. Hong Gil Dong, hero of a nation, smiter of corrupted evils, blinded at the tender age of 29, by badly-chosen drapery.

He tried to move, but realized that he was actually physically attached to the bed. [Zero tolerance swear word omitted], had the crown troops managed to sneak past his barricades? He had to get to Suk Geun and Mal Nyeo quickly. At least Enok was out of the mess. And where was that old man? Surely they hadn’t all been caught napping.

His frantic efforts at untying the ropes with his teeth brought attention. Not the pounding feet along a corridor type, but rather the sly door-opening and grinning over the frame type. Mal Nyeo and Suk Geun walked in, one blank, the other unrepentant.

They were unharmed. At first Gil Dong felt thankful, but the well-rested look on their faces told him something he didn’t want to see. He fought down the rising bile in his throat and told himself that they were his family, his fellows in mischief – Suk Geun didn’t have a treacherous bone in his body, Gil Dong told himself. Get a grip.

Suk Geun cleared his throat. “Hey, I know what this looks like.”

Suddenly his prone position on the bed felt a lot more vulnerable. He croaked out something that sounded like ‘Why?” but should have been “You fucking backstabbing bastards!”

Mal Nyeo rolled her eyes. “Come on,” she said. “Obviously he’s not rational yet.” Gil Dong made a muffled response in outrage. Suk Geun lingered nervously, wanting to untie him yet knowing he would get seriously maimed if not killed for his trouble, so he compromised by settling down in a chair nearby and eying the ropes yearningly.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I bothered.” Mal Nyeo hit him gently with a fan. “If you’re not going to say it, I will.”

Suk Geun looked at her beseechingly. Mal Nyeo rolled her eyes again and dragged him out the door.

As they left, Gil Dong could hear them bickering. “Why did you come here if you were going to be such a coward?” “Yah! He looks like one of those tigers Doe Eyes always talks about!” “So what?!”


It was, in hindsight, the smartest thing to do – for all of them concerned. When hunting tigers, use the tiger’s weakness.

Enok tiptoed in with a tray of cookies, rather unsure of her welcome.

She eyed the ropes tying him down and set the tray down. “I’ll untie you if you promise not to do anything stupid.”

He thumped his head against the ornate cushion and cast an ‘et tu, Brute’ look her way.

She interpreted his look correctly. “Well. To tell the truth, you were killing yourself through utter stubborness. I didn’t know it was possible before meeting you that someone could die from being stubborn. You’re the one who told gongja that change takes a long time. We couldn’t let you destroy yourself that way.”

Gongja? So she’d talked to that pretty boy, then.

“Don’t look like that, please. We got together and talked about this. You should have seen gongja. He came to me and begged me to save your life, knock sense into you.”

Gil Dong turned his head to the other side and ignored her.

“I know you think we all betrayed you. But look at it from our point of view, okay? I’ll leave the cookies here for you.”


Gil Dong’s traitorous stomach rumbled. He’d lost count after 8937, and his brain remembered how good the Yongmun cookies were.

But Enok had forgotten to untie him.

“I give! I give up! Untie me nooooooooooooooooooooooow!”

As the cry echoed throughout the rear palace, Chang Hui grinned. Starving the enemy always worked, even in the books.


The little group was scattered around the room, cautiously keeping an eye on the figure munching enthusiastically away at cookies. Mal Nyeo and Suk Geun were discussing the placement of their ‘defeated and slaughtered’ rebel troops with Chang Hui, while Enok looked yearningly at the cookies Gil Dong was devouring. Chisu twitched every now and then, but that was just because Mal Nyeo insisted on swinging that fan of hers around.

Gil Dong polished off the platter of pastries in record time and brushed the crumbs from his fingers. “So let me get this straight,” he began.

You” – he nodded at Chang Hui – “went to them? And then you managed to sneak more than 200 people out from under the noses of your very sophisticated and professional soldiers. After which, I hear, you razed and burned the Hwal Bin Dang headquarters to the ground? I don’t buy that.” He leaned back against the chair, hands behind his head in a relaxed gesture, belying the tension that reverberated around the room.

“No offense, your majesty.” Gil Dong added belatedly, with no small amount of irony behind those words.

Chisu wanted to curl up in some small, neglected corner and wait for sunrise. This was going to take all night. He wished, not for the first time, that he’d taken his mother’s advice and studied medicine instead.

Chang Hui smirked. Secretly Enok thought he was very good-looking once he stopped putting a dead squirrel on his head, but this smirking was getting too frequent. Someone needed to take him down a peg or twelve, which was honestly why Gil Dong was here now. Enok tuned out the rest of the king’s explanation in favour of inching closer and closer to the platter of food. Discreetly, of course.


A few days later found Gil Dong sitting on top of an unfortunate printer’s desk, poking his famed stick into the side of the man’s cheek.

“So.” He drew out the word, punctuated by small gasps from the other man, who was desperately trying not to offend him again, not that he knew who gave him The Tales of Hong Gil Dong to publish, no!

“You don’t know who did it?”

The printer shook his head as much as he dared, sweat dripping down his brow. “N-no sir! I swear!! My lord, it was a girl but I didn’t know her name! If I tell you what she looks like could you possibly not smash the rest of my shop?”

Gil Dong swung his stick back onto his shoulder. “Nah. Don’t bother. I have a good guess.”

As he left the shop, he looked back at the merchant, shivering in fear, and said, “By the way? Your porn sucks.”


Executions, thought the swordsman, were overrated. All that alcohol got into one’s clothes and skin, and then one’s wife refused to go near one for the next five days. But this fellow was alright. He wasn’t really complaining, like some of the other ones.

But then, the charge of high treason is kind of hard to contest.

It was too bad. The executioner had liked The Tales of Hong Gil Dong. No props to the publisher for getting caught, he supposed.

The knife swung high, and came down.


The nobles should have felt much better after the series of reprisals across the kingdom upon supporters of the now-deceased Hong Gil Dong. In fact, they did. It’s just that now there was no common enemy, they fell back into their original lines of bickering and jostling for power, which made for less headaches for Chang Hui.

Lady Noh wasn’t the prime merchant in the country because she made nice with other people, and she’d passed some of that down to him.

Lord Ryu got into trouble pretty soon, as he discovered that young people really didn’t like being controlled. He mused to himself that he should have restrained his granddaughter. At least if she was alive, he reasoned, he could have at least on noble at his feet, obedient to the patriarch of the house. Even better, if she’d managed to snag the king.

Oh well. There are other ways of bringing proud youths to heel.

Then the reports of irrepressible local banditry started. Splinter groups of Hwal Bin Dang appeared. There was even someone running around the capital sticking plum blossoms to the door of every person who was robbed.

It made no sense, but the nobles didn’t dare tell their king that so soon after the revolt of Hwal Bin Dang, they had lost control of their respective magistrates again.


One night, deep into the palace, Gil Dong, Enok and Chang Hui celebrated one particularly difficult heist. They had started quite early, and so all were about four sheets to the wind (even Enok, who was not supposed to have been drinking but snuck some anyway).

“Sho-” Chang Hui waved his bottle around. “Sho- I’ve been wanting to axe-sh-arsk -”

Gil Dong looked up blearily from his plate, “Wha-?”

Chang Hui bravely took on the consonants. “Why flower?”

Enok fell face first into the couch. Gil Dong looked blankly over at the source of the noise before going back to Chang Hui.

“Ish.” He tried again. “Ish the flowers. Dey pretty.”

Even inebriated, Chang Hui could make him feel like an idiot with one look.

Gil Dong waved his arms around, thereby knocking more things to the ground. “Mal Nyeo, she-she says, take flower. Sub-sim-symbol.”

Chang Hui nodded wisely, before falling face first into the table. Gil Dong wondered where he’d gone, and laid his own head to take a short nap.


Birds chirped merrily as Chisu pushed open the doors to wake up his king. Only years of careful training prevented him from dropping the entire breakfast tray.

Somehow, during the night, unbeknownst to Chisu, the boys had migrated over to Enok. More precisely, Chang Hui was using her stomach as a pillow, while Gil Dong just sprawled everywhere, as was his wont.

Chisu crept away. Maybe Yong Jin would have some way of explaining this morning.


Certainly it was one of the more unusual imperial relationships around, but it worked, though it gave many palace attendants a practice at poker faces.

Chang Hui got the best of both worlds, and Enok never went hungry.

As for Gil Dong, well. He got to hold the kids.


And so it goes.


Hope you liked!


  1. flyingcrispi
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 10:30 am

    Why weren’t you the scriptwriter? why?

  2. irugnotmis
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 11:18 am

    “He’d lost count after 8937, and his brain remembered how good the Yongmun cookies were.” I still laugh whenever I think about that scene

  3. Haily
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 11:31 am

    haha this was hilarious, so in the end Chang Hui got both gil dong and yi nok? :0

  4. Jess
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 11:50 am

    Gosh I loved this.

    I’ve got the same q

  5. Jess
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 11:53 am

    *same question as Haily. (lol accidentally pressed enter by accident before I finished typing :P) So in the end it was CH with YN? Awwwww.

    Anyway, you’re such an awesome writer! And aren’t you happy now that your exams are finished πŸ˜€

  6. Jess
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 3:00 pm

    Iljimae ep1 is up at xiaoli’s! =)

    Just finished watching it… didn’t really draw me in as HGD ep1 did. Hmm… the background music is cool though, lol.

  7. sevenses
    Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 10:38 pm

    Am glad you like! (Not answering that other question…)

    Jess – I know. The recap is almost done.

  8. zuanie
    Sunday, June 22, 2008 at 3:07 am

    I wish the ending of the drama had resembled, even just a bit, your fanfics. Either one of them would be perfect for the series. I am still under depression for the Hwang Bin Dan’s cruel fate and Chang Hui’s painful decision. And I solemnly blamed part of it on Gil Dong’s stubborn urges to change their world in such short notice. IF only he had gave the king some more time to take control of the devious selfish class of nobles and reinforce his influence. It seems to me that the Hong sisters were kind of forceful to turn the drama into a tragedy.

    However, just as you wrote, Gil Dong and Yi Nok’s demise also implies the death of Chang Hui’s heart. It shows an utterly inappropriate finale for either of them, especially the Prince (Yes, I admit I’m a bit biased when it comes to him). He has been living his entire life with vengeance and the only source of his happiness is being with simple straightforward Yi Nok. If being a king is to turn away from his friends and lose his love, it’s too much of a price. I resent the scriptwriters for making Chang Hui suffer ’till the rest of his life as it seems.

    Back to your fic, my favorite alternative ending has to be #2 (it was hard to decide since I indeed love them all. It just happens that I seem unable to get over the GDxCH’s moment in episode 17 XD). I tip my hat for your transcendent writing and your sense of humor. Millions of thanks for lessening my depression <33333

    I’m planing to translate your fanfics into Vietnamese, my mother language, someday. If that day comes, I hope to have your permission ^_^.

    Have a nice day,

  9. sevenses
    Sunday, June 22, 2008 at 7:59 pm

    Thank you! I’m very flattered indeed. I also think the writers lost sight of their message and decided on a big, dramatic finale. However, it’s still a good drama.

    No problem! Let me know when you do, and I’ll go over and take a look (even if I don’t understand a word of Vietnamese)…

    See you around!

  10. Shinthia
    Thursday, July 10, 2008 at 9:49 am

    “By the way, your porn sucks.”……..LMFAO…i was dying of laughter at that part…and the person sticking plum blossoms on the door of people who got robbed is Iljimae right?
    I have a question though, who’s kids was Gil Dong holding?….Yi noks and Chang Hui’s? >.<

  11. sevenses
    Friday, July 11, 2008 at 9:55 am

    Yep! At the time I just thought it’d be funny to slip that in somehow, and Iljimae seemed much in the same line of work. As for the kids… not telling! πŸ˜€

  12. Sophie
    Sunday, June 28, 2009 at 11:16 pm

    you read terry pratchett and i love you for it =] the trousers of time is one of the greatest analogies EVER!! and you have managed to catch his style a bit which i applaud you for *applauds* your (often sarcastic) wit is amazing, i lol’d a lot (as i usually do)…. makes me want to read a TP book *scuttles off to read Soul Music*

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