Kill to Die, Die to Kill

Running in Circles

HEESUNG & POTATO

The alpha and beta quickly ran throughout the branches in the direction where they had heard the screaming, listening to the soldiers going somewhere else as they chased another. Heesung pushed branches with one hand as with the other he held tight to Yoongu, not willing to let him out of his sight for a single moment as the shooting got distant.

When the world ended, he had vowed with himself to always protect the small beta, whatever it could take: from pushing him to safety before he got to it first, to making sure he ate before him, teaching him how to use a couple of weapons thanks to his own knowledge due to his previous movies, whatever it is, the beta's safety was always his priority.

However, now that to his list of worries was added a baby and occasionally the baby's omega mom, he has to protect them as well. For what little he knows of the small family he's sure something must've happened to Seungho for Nakyum to let out such a horrid screech, and if something happened to him then that meant that the baby and him are the only ones left. The only problem is that he can't smell the omega as clearly, and Yoongu can't help much to find them based on scent.

―What? What are you sniffing?

―I can't find Nakyum... Do you hear anything?

Potato shook his head, a little disappointed in not being able to help. They were in the middle of a small cleared area, completely deserted now besides some rustling bushes. The floor was covered in those bullets they had been attacked with, and on the ground they could see the lonely backpack that belonged to the family, close to some trees and bushes in the area.

That's when they heard a soft cry, followed by a light grunting behind that. As Yoongu hurried next to the alpha to check on what was making those cryptic noises, their hearts beating over their ears, they soon saw who they belonged to: Seungho. He laid on the floor, face down with his body wrapped around his son, letting out grunts and moans as he moved slow and struggling. The pair looked at each other, gulping softly and imagining the worse as the child's crying was muffled under his father.

―Is he dead?

―I think so, little mutt... Seungho, are you okay? Are you dead?

Heesung gulped, approaching Seungho with his rifle and eyes wide open as he heard the grunting intensify, shaking his head softly. He knew what he had to do to avoid him the suffering of turning. As he placed the barrel in the back of his head, another noise was heard.

―I'm... not fucking dead, you idiot... ―Seungho grunted, moving with some difficulty as he slowly unwrapped his son from his safety bubble. The baby cried softly once he was freed from his father's restraint, a small scratch bearing on his forehead. ―Ugh... my back hurts like a bitch.

―Holy shit man... ―Heesung let out a relieved sigh. ―What even happened to you?

―I was shot in the back while I was running... ―the man tried to stand up, quickly helped by Heesung as Potato picked up Sanghyun from the floor.

―If you were shot, how are you not dead? ―the youngest asked, looking at the alpha that had to hold his weight against a tree under the pain in his back.

―I wish I knew... But shit, does it hurt. ―he grunted once again, scowling in pain.