viewing from q!cellbit side, he often talked about how he wished he could have spent time with bobby as his father. He griefed the moments he could have had with him. And the affection he had for bobby continued to grow because he knew roier missed him, richarlyson missed him. He was very excited to see bobby again because he would finally have the opportunity to interact with him and call him his son. Because this is what cellbit would like to have happened: to do his tasks, being part of the same family, go on adventures together. He realized again that everything he is doing now is because they took this opportunity away from him.
There is still a part of him he wanted to share with bobby: the loving father he could have been to him. Unconsciously, bobby has become a part of cellbit's life that he can't have but lives on through a love ruled by hope and longing.
and Foolish quietly watching bobby running around aroused a strange feeling in my chest. Not a bad one, but some kind of fondness. As if you were just standing somewhere and felt a wind blowing towards you as a hug.
This moment really felt like a vision of eternity and peace amid melancholy and longing. A moment you'd imagine could last forever but it's just passing by.
i hope happiness embraces your beautiful heart, as it’s what you deserve in return for all that you do for us. my words will never be enough to express the thankfulness i have for you. for being a comfort, for bringing this world a place of safety and happiness. you are everything to me. thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you do, i love you i love you, i love you more than you know, more than you’ll ever know. i love you forever ଓ.°
“no matter what anyone says you are the star of your life, trust yourself and go!” ✩
Ah! Love
// How I met the irressistible young bartender //
pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader
genre: 20s, 30s, romance, oneshot(?), barman!y.jh, romantic friendship.
word count: 1241
There was that old bar at the end of the road, the bar that was already well know in the neighborhood because of the loud music that were always played during the nights. I never was an outgoing person, always focused on my study schedule, but this time I allowed myself to accept my aunt's invitation to celebrate her recent engagement.
She said she was going to find me a man that I could marry, i don't think getting married early is correct, but it is very common around here.
I don't think she could do that or find someone at all. All the men here are just ignorant, sexist and arrogant. None of them would care about the feelings of a girl like me.
That's what I thought.
Finally i had found a reason to wear the red light fabric dress I had won on my birthday. Its size reached just below my knees, the sleeve was short and there was a cleavage dangerous enough who show a great part of my collarbone.
The walk was not long, soon we — me, my aunt e her friends arrived at the relatively large and recently renovated bar. From a distance you could hear some pleasant jazzy songs playing while many older men were drinking, smoking and laughing out loud. Outside the bar wasn’t much different, many people stayed around as if they were waiting for something or someone that could get their attention.
I was busy enough with thoughts about the book I had read earlier, The Man in The Brown Suit, to pay attention to the people around me. It left me thinking about the pile of writings that I had left on my writing desk, dreaming that one day I would publish them and that they would be successful.
I would like to write the perfect story. And it occupied my mind most of the time. But not enough that I didn't notice the beautiful display of expensive drinks that were placed on the luxurious counter on my left, at the back of the bar.
Not enough to make me didn't notice the reddish hair that soon rose from the bottom of the counter, thus allowing me to see their owner. A pair of eyes met mine, the first thing I felt is that I could remain in this same position for a long time.
Certainly a few good seconds had passed.
The brown suit. The eyes. That red hair. His smirk.
Bingo!
— Do you want to drink something? — he asked me while taking something from the counter
— I don’t drink. I can't pay for that either.
At that moment he smiled. An innocent, distracted smile, as if he were laughing at the way I said the phrase. He was certainly not that old compared to the men around him. His face was youthful, it could easily be someone my age. He was well dressed, he didn't look like a bartender. Who was he anyway?
— You don't have to pay, it's courtesy of the house.
As soon as he said that, he turned his attention to the other customers who were there. At this hour, my aunt would probably be toasting while enjoying the music that gave grace to the whole atmosphere of that end-of-street bar. Indeed, you could hear my aunt talking loudly from a distance. I should be close as I always knew that his drinking habits were never the best, but I had more important questions now. No, it was not the drink courtesy.
— Are this lady accompanied? — He asked inattentively
— Not really. My aunt is celebrating her engagement with her friends over there. — He did not answer, as he served some more customers beside me. With that, I could see his side profile. He was not from here. — Are you new here? You don’t look familiar.
He smiled as he looked back at me. A smile that was like an arrow. An arrow from a cupid, innocent and warm. Despite being young, he seemed mature enough to handle that bunch of drunken old men in old black suits who keep shouting bets and bumping into each other while ordering more and more drinks. And it wasn't long before, in the meantime, one of them hit me. My physique is not strong, which caused me to become a little unstable. If I hadn't held on to the counter I would have easily fallen to the floor. The boy in front of me looked annoyed, but he couldn't do anything anyway, we were separated by a large piece of refined wood.
— These men are brutes! — I exclaimed furiously, getting a laugh from the other.
— I'm new here. I came to help my older brother with the bar's investments, i'm trying to be a young businessman.
— Serving drinks? — He laughed at my comment.
The minutes passed very quickly since we had started some kind of conversation. I hadn't drunk anything, but I lost count of how many times the young guy in front of me had served others who came and went from the bar. And when the bar was getting empty, we danced.
While my aunt gossiped already outside, in front of the bar with her friends, we danced to the last song that would be played that night. We danced to a calm jazzy song, really close to each other. I could feel his woody scent joining mine as we were so close.
And my nights started to be like this.
Whenever I could, I went to the bar down the street to talk to the young bartender. I had told him about my dream of writing fictional stories and he said they could help me with anything, so I always had an excuse to be able to see the handsome man with red hair almost burgundy. And every time, before I could leave, we joke around while talking about a lot of things. He once asked me if any of those men who attended there had caught my attention. The truth was I kept thinking about the way his arms hugged my waist when we danced, or the way his voice and his scent calmed me down as the night grew denser.
I've heard a lot of stories about fate, and i didn't used to believe them. Until the day his lips touched mine. At that moment, I would like to write an entire book talking about how it made me feel in the clouds. He was like an angel, sent only for me.
His lips felt like the sweetest, softest cotton candies I could ever have experienced in my life.
I would like to immortalize all the feelings I was feeling for the boy I had met in front of an old bar counter and somewhere, sometime later, someone could identify with what I was feeling at the time. It was love, pure love. Love at its form. Jeonghan’s love.
— Should i call you my wife from now on? — He asked as I felt his hot breath on my bare neck.
And the music came to an end, while he made a loving kiss trail till my lips.
Ah! Love
If I show you something
Will you worry about me every morning
Firework launched in the middle of the sea
A bursting heart is like my heart one day, anywhere
hi, it's been a while since I published anything related to reactions, imagines, scenarios or whatever. I just found an inspiration and, taking the opportunity to practice my english, I wrote this ... thing. maybe I'll do part 2. I don't know.
that's it.
So I just wanted to make sure that whenever she feels lonely, she can look up in the sky, and no matter where I am, she can know that I’m looking down on her.
The first time they’ve won. The first time they’ve realized their hard work does pay off.
The leaders couldn’t hold back. Seungcheol was speechless. Soonyoung and Jihoon cried the most. For the first time they’ve known what it’s like to be successful.
For the first time, they believed the path they chose to follow is the right one, that they didn’t make a mistake being idols, working for the music industry.
Why do you love SEVENTEEN?
I could go on forever on why I adore each member as individuals. But I think what really pulls them together is that they are 13 of them. They are talented, sincere, funny, special in their own ways.
Moreover, they love us; we are
SEVENTEEN’s CARAT.
They deserved more regconition for what they’re doing. And us, Carat is the foundation to SEVENTEEN’s success. We can do so much for them, even just little things but if we all do it together, it will add up though slowly but steadily, making a great impact. They’ve worked their ass off for us, remember that?
SEVENTEEN 4th anniversary is coming and I really hope we can get HOME MV to 30 millions before 26th, like a little gift for SEVENTEEN. I know we have our priorities but we all know that SEVENTEEN deserves better, they deserves so much more for what they’ve been giving us. We must work harder if we want SEVENTEEN to be fully successful. Keep streaming the MV(s), it’s the least we can do for them. Pass it on.
