#abditory

[agasshiiayah]

We have to take Allah as our closest companion. Whoever takes Allah as his closest companion, your lonely cave will become the brightest place, your dark well will be the most enjoyable place because you have the company of Allah when you have nobody else’s company. If you lost Allah in your life, you have nothing but if you found Allah, you have everything. 🫀🤍🌒✨

📍Masjid Al Haram, Makkah Al Mukarramah, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia || 01.04.25 🕋

[cloudheartt]

Abditory

Noun • [ab-di-to-ri:]

A place into which you can disappear • a hiding place

[mydevilishgrace]

[1five1two]

[boojissi]

điều hoàn hảo

[yurainism]

Abditory literally means "a place to hide", and this is what Yoongi finds as soon as he enters this hovel (rather than a hotel). --

Yoongi never had interests, challenges, great stories to tell, no. Yoongi graduated in economics, wrote newspaper articles, smoked - then, suddenly, he was offered to work as a director of a bankrupt hotel. For the next few months, Yoongi only regrets having accepted this job. Or maybe he doesn't. Oh, he doesn't, absolutely not. It's just that he still has to understand what it means to feel part of something.

Abditory is a rather strange story, with a lot alcohol and so many secrets, fragile guys in a fragile place, but with willpower and a new director. And alcohol. Yes, a lot of alcohol.

( i don’t know how to describe this video, it is the first video i edit and i don’t even know how ahahahahah, i wanted to make a kind of “trailer” for my fanfic “abditory” sooo, hope you’ll like it)

song is “Still” by DAY6. Check their new album!!!

abditory here : https://archiveofourown.org/works/15155543/chapters/35146550

[anotherabditory]

My first love was as they usually are. We fell too hard, and the world was not yet ready for how we felt for each other. We tripped and fell like a slinky, coming straight back together each time they pulled us apart, until the kinks in our wire proved too severe to ever repair. I wish we had been more like a bandaid, with a quick and painless ending. My second love was a flower bud that didn’t receive the water it needed to bloom. It was fleeting, but the wind knocked it to the ground, where it slowly withered away. I wish we had seen more rain. My third love, oh my third, was a hurricane with those same winds that knocked the bud from the bush, and an eye the size of my heart that simply sat on my chest, never quite showing it’s true strength. We built a home in my heart out of paper, ignoring the impeding storm on the horizon. Still the misty rains slowly withered our pages, and our home fell to nothing. I wish we had boarded up the windows, and continued to ignore the storm just outside.

Another Note in the Abditory (I Wish)

[yurainism]

 “I close my eyes, thinking about it. In what kind of place am I? People singing, dancing, is this a hotel or a cabaret? I am only a former economics student without dreams, without desires, without ambitions. I cannot sing nor dance. Maybe I can write. I have a minimum sense of humor that nobody understands, I can not take care of plants or any living being. I've never had a girlfriend. I do not have a favorite writer. Here there are people dancing, and I do not dance. Maybe when I get out of here, they’ll create a mini-stage on Namjoon counter and they’ll dance together. They throw down alcohol and smiles, as if they were in high school, as if it was always summer.”

-yoongi in abditory, an hotel!au 

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/15155543/chapters/35146550)