You did well, Jonghyun. Thank you for gifting the world with your beautiful voice, your passion and talent for music, your lyrics that touched and healed our hearts.
Sorry we could not comfort you, the way you did with us, until the end. May your shining, kind soul rest in eternal peace amongst the stars in the sky, where it belongs.
“I am weak against physical pain. But I think I am strong against
mental pain. Even if there is something mentally tiring, if I tell
myself it’s ok, it disappears without me noticing.” x
“The thing I wanted to say was I exist because there are ARMYs. I grow because of ARMYs.”x
“If I didn’t meet ARMYs, I wouldn’t have been interested in art. I
probably wouldn’t get to watch movies or listen to a variety of music,
only watching Oseam during Chuseok. I wouldn’t know about other
things too if it wasn’t for ARMYs recommendation and different
lifestyle, which I gained strength from!!! Ahh, I’m so proud!!!”
“I want to become a singer who can make ARMYs proud. A singer whose fans
can go anywhere saying ‘My idol is BTS’ and people around would marvel
“I want to work harder. After all, we have big dreams.” x
✨ Happy birthday to the boy that helps light the stars at night
You make our lives so much brighter
hey there mileven readers, it’s me, ya girl savannah. the lovely @thecakegoesmeow requested Mike and Eleven hanging out in the cabin and Mike seeing El’s amazing curls for the first time. I hope it’s everything you wanted! (ao3 link)
“What’s going on in there?” Chief Jim Hopper shouted, for the fifth time- and yes, he was counting. He stood outside the bathroom door, conveniently locked, knocking again. “Come on, kiddo it’s been like an hour.”
“20 minutes!” she yelled from behind the locked door.
Hopper looked around to show the empty room the confusion on his face. “What?” he shouted back.
“You said an hour!” he heard her yell again, “it’s only be twenty minutes.”
“It’s called an exaggeration, El. Wasn’t that your word of the day, what, like a week ago? I’d have thought you would have that one down, you sure seem to like ‘em.” he mused, laughing at his own joke. When the teenager behind the door didn’t respond, Hopper let out a sigh of exasperation. Guess it was still too early to start using Dad Jokes on her. “Listen, he’s gonna be here any minute. You gonna stay in there the whole time he’s here?”
El’s reflection in the mirror frowned at her, and she untangled her goopy hands from her head. “Stupid hair,” she grumbled, her shoulders falling.
“What’d you say?” she heard her Hopper’s muffled voice ask. El’s forehead collided with the mirror as she let it drop, giving up altogether and letting her hands hang down by her sides.
“My hair.” El half whispered. Her eyes trained in on the the other girl in the mirror, her mind focused on the curls that stuck up way behind her head, willing them to obey and lay flat. They began to fall back in slow motion, El finally smiling. Stay, she prayed.