Two Are Better Than One

Prologue

A/N - Hello! I'm back with another Age Regression story! This story will be an Alternative Universe where Littles are known. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know your thoughts. Thank you!

Trigger warning for this chapter, there are some descriptions of violence.

Wooyoung was so scared. Sweat trickled at the side of his face, his heartbeat loud from the adrenaline, and his feet ached. He was so so so tired of running.

"Wooyoung! Hurry up! Please!" Yeosang begged from where he ran behind him. His friend (or his brother as Wooyoung viewed him) was breathing harshly too. His face was dirty and his old black sweatshirt was outstretched and ripped in some places. Beads of sweat also rolled down his face as he ran behind Wooyoung. Yeosang was scared too.

"GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID KIDS!" The man chasing them yelled. He was a big buff man that seemed like he could run for miles and he would still have leftover energy.

The man was the owner of the restaurant Yeosang occasionally sneaked into to get them food. He would go in through the back door and sneak into the restuarant's pantry when they were really desperate. It wasn't an action the two were rather proud about, but they had to do it as a last resort. When Yeosang had tried going in this time, the man had caught him red handed and based on the rage of his words, he had been searching for them for a while now. Wooyoung wanted to cry. They didn't mean to steal. They weren't bad people, they were just hungry.

Wooyoung, being too caught up with his stupid emotions, did the worst thing he could do.

He tripped.

Wooyoung winced when his body collided with the cement of the alleyway's floors. His chin scraped the floor and his left hand didn't land right underneath him. The pain worsened when Yeosang's entire weight landed over him.

"You little shits think you can just go around stealing? Do you think my restaurant is free?!"

Wooyoung's blood ran cold when he realized the voice was nearer than ever. He was standing right over them. Suddenly, Yeosang was roughly snatched away from him. Wooyoung gasped and quickly sat up despite the pain. Wide-eyed, he watched the buff man pull Yeosang up from the floor by the front of his sweatshirt, and then, he punched the boy across his face. Wooyoung screamed.

"No! LET GO OF HIM!" Wooyoung's eyes were enraged. Before he realized what he was doing, he stood up and kicked the man's side with all his strength. The man stumbled back from the force before Wooyoung grabbed a hold of the man's shirt and punched him with his good hand. He may be weak, he may be starving, and he may look like death but he will not let anyone punch Yeosang.

Unfortunately, he didn't think this through. Wooyoung's one second of power soon deflated and his eyes became fearful again. He watched as the man slowly looked up and glared at him with a look that could pierce right through him. Before he knew it, the man grabbed his neck and forcefully pushed him, his back collided with the brick wall.

The man began to choke him.

Wooyoung was sure this was the end for him. He could just feel his lips turn blue and his lungs beg for air. With each torturing second, he began to feel his body beginning to shut down too. His brain became too cloudy, his legs became too weak. It suddenly hit Wooyoung what those faint (almost ancient) feelings meant. No. No. No. Please don't make me slip. Please not now, Wooyoung pleaded to Mother Nature. Not when he was already in a vulnerable state. Wooyoung felt a lump beginning to form down his throat and the gears in his head begin to turn slower. Feeling his lungs ready to collapse, Wooyoung closed his eyes in utter defeatment. This was it.