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201207 ATEEZofficial: [#SAN: ] I only have one picture from MAMA😱 Have a nice day today too❤

[#산] 마마 사진이 한 장밖에 없네요😱 오늘도 행복한 하루 보내요❤

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‘In Yemen, five years of conflict has left children with malnutrition. In Bangladesh’s refugee camps, children are weak from disease and poor sanitation. Coronavirus has disrupted food and medical supplies. It’s fueling poverty, and overwhelming healthcare systems. Every fifteen seconds a child could die from the impact of coronavirus. We can be there for a generation of children who need us now.’

Đôi khi một con người mất đi niềm tin của mình chỉ là do họ đã thất vọng đủ nhiều.

The kiss tastes like salt. Like the sweat that shines on both of their faces. It’s forceful, because they’re high on adrenaline. But also because there is no other pace around them. Everything is moving fast. Hard. Everyone is running.

In fear, towards safety. Towards danger, in a hero strike.

They’re the latter (They’re always the latter. Never learned to be anything but).

Ash grabs his hand and pulls, and for a moment Goh thinks something large is about to crash right next to him. That he’s being pulled away from imminent death.

He isn’t. He’s just being kissed. By the only person in the world he’s ever wanted to be kissed by.

He feels like he might die anyways, with the way his heart forgets to beat and his lungs seem to melt.

He puts his hands around Ash’s face to hold him there. To deepen the kiss. To deafen the sounds of attacks and explosions around them.

Foreheads press together when it’s over, and in the few centimeters that separate their mouths, in the puffs of tired air that leave them, Ash says the words Goh has been waiting for since forever.

“I love you.” He breathes, his voice crisp through all the noise. A murmur. “I love you. Please come back to me."

“Ash - ” I love you, too. I love you. I love you.

He’s leaning back now. As Pikachu jumps on his shoulder and Cinderace comes back to Goh’s side. The moment disappears and, in the midst of all this chaos, it’s hard to believe it even happened at all. 

Goh begins to question if it happened at all. 

“I know.” Nods Ash. A confirmation. And a promise.

And everything Goh always dreamed of. Sans the apocalyptic scenery around them.

Ash leaves then. Goh should be leaving as well. They’re expected. They’re heroes. They’re always about to fucking die. 

Such is the future they forged for themselves. The turns they have made. The fates they decided. 

It all led here anyways. To the ending of the world as they know it. 

To the beginning of something yet to be named, but that is his - theirs - to cherish and protect.