Resentment residing once more just at the pit of his stomach where the bitterness seemed to fester there reminding him that moving on from everything would not come so easily from him; even if he had forgiven Minho in some ways there were still other things that ticked at his nerves. And mentioning that his dear— though not so dear in Kibum’s eyes at the moment; been hid away with their son with family only had his mood growing sour. As luck would have it Minho and fortunately for him would be nowhere near that angered gazed that narrowed almost immediately at the phone screen in hopes that it would shift through to pierce Minho with its coldness.
Minseok on the other hand finally began to calm down from the slight panic that Kibum rushed to his son’s side with eyes widened in worry only to find that the younger just did not think of it as home there any longer. Since breakfast his little voice would squeak out asking for his appa, or when he would be going “home” again. Each time the other asked it felt as though a knife stabbed him right through the heart. Though once there was a chance to slip away, with Johnny and Minseok settled down in the living rooming where they played amongst themselves; he went on to reply to the last texts that were sent
He’s not comfortable here anymore Minho. You’re going to have to come by soon he’s been asking for you.
I don’t not want him waking up with bags under his eyes because he misses you and can’t sleep.
As much as it pained him for now he knew that his son would not be able to rest well at least without his father there besides himself and there wasn’t any denying that he no longer felt that comfort that he use to around Kibum. When would they be able to share that bound again?
What if he never got his family back to the way
that it had been a year ago before everything
seemed to have fallen apart?
It was bad enough that he was being looked down upon for having a spouse who was half his species, but being one of the alphas, no one dared to say it to his face. Minho glanced around for a moment as he awaited your reply like a lost puppy. He could see it on some of their faces, his family. He could almost read their minds. There goes our alpha, so rebellious he chose to be with a human. There goes Minho, our screw-up alpha. He really didn't care, no, but in the end, he knew what he had to do for Minseok—and he knew the consequences that followed in order to do it. He was bound by ancient law that he wasn't to reveal anything about the pack or species to anyone who wasn't related—but Kibum was related, he was Minseok's biological mother, per say, as he was the one who gave birth to the young one.
It was a secret that he had only found out over a year ago, and there was really nothing more to it, but he was surprised when he found out—and even more sorrowful when he knew he had to leave without an explanation, without a goodbye. He regretted it everyday, but to keep Minseok safe should be the main priority right now. His eyes gazed down at his phone as is had finally buzzed itself, opening quickly and wasting no time in reading your message—yes, every time his son yearned for him, he could feel it in his blood, shaking his bones even. Minseok was a part of him in more ways than one now, due to the bond, and with a soft sigh he shifted himself into his form—an enlarged, white coated wolf standing tall in between the forest groves.
'Where are you going, leader?'
'Don't call me leader.'
'But where is it that you're going?'
'My son needs me, is that a problem?'
'Ah, not at all. Safe travels to you.'
'Hm.'
If there was anything Minho despised more, it was how he was able to hear just about anything every other wolf was saying, and was always forced into conversation if he didn't quickly zone it out—in which he grew a habit of doing. All-in-all, he owed these people his and Minseok's lives, so that left him internally grateful—as far as being grateful goes. With that thought, he shot off into the direction of the city. Being the creature he was, he chose whether people were able to see him or not—let's just say it was a thrill for him to take backstreets without a care, his body huge but swift within the shadows, despite his bright overcoat. It wasn't too long before their home came into view, and like this, he was glad their backyard was right near some forestry itself, making it easier for him to sneak in.
A few minutes later, he was walking into the house from the back door, fully clothed and glancing around for his son—also keeping an eye out for his beloved.
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