#{my smol child}

[bananaede]

Look at my void baby

[bigspoonlttlespoon]

MOTHBIRB

[obviouslyelementary]

MY FIRST GIF BECAUSE I NEVER SEE ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HOW BADASS MY SON IS OMG WHAT I DONT DO FOR YOU MACAU ;-;

This was painful... but now I know so get ready

[animetingzz]

I LOVE MY FUCKING CHILD! That is all. I will say it as many times as i want because she’s FUCKING WORTH IT.

[fleepsi]

it's real martin hours

[undertheseawitch]

One of Yibo's superior looks 🤷🏼‍♀️

Sorry, I don't make the rules.

but imagine having Yibo as your dance instructor ... I'd be tripping over my feet 😭

this fit got me going feral

[straight-to-the-pain]

The End (For Now)

The next time they heard the tell tale sound of their cell door being unlocked, Sam didn't even bother opening their eyes. They hadn't moved from the position that they had been dumped in by the guards, sprawled onto their front.

"I... I won't... t-talk. Just... kill me, p-please." It was all they could manage. They doubted it would make any difference. The pain would end when their captor decided it was time, and they suspected that no amount of begging would change that. But it was worth a try nonetheless, they thought.

Instead of the hard kick that they were expecting, the footsteps just came closer to their lying form, before stopping abruptly.

"You don't need to talk. And the last thing I want to do is kill you." The voice was familiar and Sam's tired brain, slowed further by the constant agony, scrambled to place it.

"Sam? Can you hear me?" They opened their eyes and came face to face with the owner of the voice, now crouching next to them.

"John?" they rasped. "Is it... is it really you? I'm not gonna... w-wake up and find that this was all some kind of d-dream?"

Their voice was still shaky and rough, broken by endless screaming and never-ending pain.

"Yeah, it's me. Can you, uh, walk if I help you? It's okay if you can't. I'm sure I can carry you."

Sam wondered what was going through their team leader's head as he observed their injuries. After Mr. Stone had finished ravaging their back with his whip, he had poured a bottle of what they assumed was alcohol (judging by the clinical smell and the burning pain) straight over the bleeding slashes. They couldn't imagine how it looked now.

All they knew was the intense stinging that had become their constant companion, the fiery agony that permeated every waking second. They had never believed in God, but they couldn't help wondering if this was what hell would feel like.

Besides the mess on their back, their fingers were broken, body littered in cuts from their captor's knife and the bandages covering the stab wound on their shoulder were soaked in crimson. They were shivering in the damp cold of the basement, and their eyes were sticky with tears.

They couldn't imagine what they must look like to John, methodically taking stock of their injuries, with a concerned expression on his face, trying to hide his shock without success.

"I... I'd love to say I could w-walk unaided, but honestly I... I can't say I'm in p-peak condition right now." Sam wanted to lighten the mood, but instead, their comment only intensified the discomfort of the situation.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't try to speak. I'm sorry if this hurts, but I need to get you out of here. I'm taking you straight to the medical wing." With those words, John lifted Sam up onto his shoulder, and they whimpered, burying their face in his warm shoulder.

They had always been small but their time in captivity had made them light as a feather and their leader had no trouble carrying them out of the cell.

Sam didn't know what happened after that, because the darkness of unconsciousness finally overcame them and they slipped into its oblivious embrace.

The next thing they remembered, was waking up in a brightly lit hospital room, the face of their sister coming into focus above them...

[favoritejohn]

I miss seeing them together, i miss hyuk so much :(

I hope he's resting at home and having a good time with his family ♡