SEVENTEEN IMAGINES

#8 'Always be there'

[ Seungcheol Imagine ]

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Dragging my feet as I travel my way back home. Or is it even worthy as called home

I kicked the stones and trash in front of me and sighed heavily feeling as tired and depressed as ever.

I just got fired in the cafe I am working at as a part timer because of my in born clumsiness.

I spilled coffee on a very wealthy woman on her look so expensive dress and broke the teacup, not once but the fifth time for this day.

And now I'm on my way to hell. 

I heaved a deep sigh as I stopped my tracks in front of a rusty and old gate. I unlocked the gate and it creates a creak sound when I opened and closed it. 

Now. I'm standing soullessly  in front of a so called home before. Home. Where full of laughter and smile. Where happy memories were created. But now. It was now full of bad memories that can never be erased.

The door creaked open revealing a mid aged man holding a cigarette on his right hand inhaling the smoke from it and blew out the smoke in my face. 

I coughed and I saw him smiled amusingly.

I closed my eyes and saw him shaking his head telling 'no'

And so I breath in and open my eyes looking at the man in front of me.

"You're home brat. Lend me some money or else you know. . ." He lend me his free hand and give me that stare. That stare who can ruin someone else's life.

"I- I don't have money. I got fired" I clenched my fist closing my eyes as I inhaled the smoky air.

"What? Tsk. You're such a worthless kid" He scoffed then I felt a burning sensation on my cheeks. He slapped me for not giving him money.

I felt the hot forming tears in my eyes and held it in.

Then I heard the gate creaked open and close and footsteps going away. He left. 

I breath in and out heavily and clutch my bag tightly as I decided to enter the house.

The house was not clean as it was always in the past. The air smells like shit than ever.

"M-mom?" I called out as I make my way to the kitchen. As I thought she would be cooking dinner as she always do. But I smell nothing except for the shitty smell of the house.

And there. I saw my mom drinking alcohol. Her eyes were really puffy and a hint of black under it. Bruises on her left cheek and everywhere on her body.

Tears forming in my eyes once again as I heaved a deep sigh as a tear fell on my cheeks. I wiped the tears away as I rush up stairs to my room.

Locking the door right away and drop my bag on the floor as my knees felt weak and I drop on the floor kneeling and sobbing.

I don't know why. . .

Why shits keep happening in my life.

Ever since. . .

Ever since my older brother died. . . shits began to happen and my mom remarried to that jerk. 

My brother who always nag at me for not cleaning my room. . .

My brother who always yell at me in the morning but kiss the top of my head when I woke up and even tidy my own bed. . .

I miss him. . . I miss his comfort. I miss his hugs and kisses. I miss him so much. . .

"M-mingyu.... Oppa" I muttered as I cried hard.

Closing my eyes shut. . . 

"Y/n. . ." 

I felt at ease for a short while when I heard that familiar voice.

"Why is my princess crying again?"  He asked as I felt his warm embrace and his hand caressing my hair.

I sobbed as I hug him back.

"S-seungcheol ahh. Why? w-why this terrible things keep happening to me" I asked as I sobbed on his hard chest

"You know I'm always here for you. . . And I know behind the darkness you are in. . . There is light. You just need to believe in yourself and hold on. . ." 

"Please don't leave me. . ." I cried harder than before

"Please don't leave me. . . please. . . promise me" I was desperate. I want an assurance that he won't leave me in the dark.

I pulled away and his hands wipe my tears away. And I saw him smile at me. . . Just seeing him smile makes my heart soft as a small smile curved on my lips..

"Y/n. . . I want you to be strong. . ."

"And I won't ever leave you. . . never"

"So just close your eyes and I will be always be there waiting for you to come to me"

"I'm always there. . ." He pointed my head . . . My mind

"And forever there. . ." He pointed at my chest. . . My heart

I saw him smile with full of sincerity that I wished it was real. . . 

That everything is real. . .

"Seungcheol . . . "

Seungcheol. . .

He was always there. . .

When I'm happy and excited, I would always close my eyes and he'll appear and we'll share the happiness we're feeling.

When I'm angry, I'll just close my eyes and he'll appear again and he'll calm me down.

When I'm grateful,I'll just close my eyes and he'll appear again to pat my head and tell me to thanks those people who makes me feel grateful.

And When I'm sad, I'll just close my eyes and he'll appear to hug me and comfort me.

He'll always be there. . . .

In my Imagination . . . 

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So this was literally about me. Not the story but me Closing my eyes Imagining seventeen will be there and they'll hug and comfort me when I feel happy, excited, angry, insecurity and mostly when I am suffering in depression and I was lost in the dark. They appeared and smile at me and imagining that they'll pat my head and says 'Everything will be alright' and 'Don't listen it's not true' and then I would smile like a crazy person saying to myself that it's fine and I'll make it through this.