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A Goodluck Charm

— pairing » Cale Henituse x Fem Reader

— warning » blood (just a lil tho)

— genre » angst, fluff if you squint

— summary » The God of Death gave Cale a goodluck charm. In the form of a ring.

— note » i just made this on a whim tbh TT. Also, its a world where cjs and lsh are alive and in the tcf world okay-

“He-He said he has a gift for you, Young Master.”

Gift? Cale furrowed his eye brows, eyes glinting in suspicion at the small pouch in Cage’s hand.

“Hoohh? The God of Death has a gift for our dongsaeng?” Choi Jung Soo wrapped his arm around Cale’s shoulder, a Cheshire grin sitting on his lips as he sent a playful look towards Cale.

Cale frowned, yet took the pouch from Cage. He shook it a bit, wondering what’s inside before opening it. Opening his palm, he let whatever was inside to drop onto his hand.

It was a ring.

A ring Cale knew from his heart.

A ring that Cale— Kim Rok Soo swore an oath to someone with.

He could hear Jung Soo inhale sharply as he himself felt his form go rigid. He could hear Choi Han muttering his name as Lee Soo Hyuk put a hand on his shoulder, hand trembling.

All four of them knew that ring.

Choi Han has seen it through Jung Soo’s memories, and Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk were there themselves when that ring was given to both people.

Cale— Kim Rok Soo wore that ring.

Hell, he was wedded with that ring.

“A goodluck charm, he said.” Cage muttered, cautiously looking at Cale. Her eyes wandering to the three other people by his side.

Cale’s close friends and family knew of his life as Kim Rok Soo. Said man confessed everything a few days after the battle with the white star ended, a few weeks before another matter started with the hunters.

Maybe not everything though.

Seeing as though the others did not know the meaning of the ring that is in Cale’s palm right now.

Choi Han gulped, fidgeting in his position behind Cale as he muttered, “Cale-nim..”

“Human! What is that? It’s a beautiful ring!” Raon flew around Cale’s shoulder, excitedly flapping his wings as he surveyed the ring.

“It is, isn’t it?” There was a small soft smile painting the commander’s features, and the others know that there was something fragile—just something as he said those words.

Was Cale aware of the expression, the look—the emotions in his eyes as he said that?

And as the others mulled it over, Cale went deep in his records.

“Let’s get married.” She declared after waking up from a week long coma after surviving an attack and healing from major injuries that almost took her own life, Kim Rok Soo wondered how and why did he fell in love with this crazy-but-lovable-woman.

Sighing, Kim Rok Soo nonchalantly replied, “Sure.”

She beamed, eyes lighting up, “Really-“

Before he cuts her off, “After you recover.” Rok Soo gently caressed her cheek, fingers twirling her hair and tucking it behind her ear as he sat beside her bed.

She pouted, “But Darling-“

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

“You didn’t even-“

“No.”

“Darling—!” Her laughs filled the room, lighting up the atmosphere that was previously somber and depressing (Rok Soo remembers waiting everyday—every second for a sign that she would wake up) but the again, she always had that effect.

There was silence, as Rok Soo gently held her hand and as she stared off at the wall, it was comforting. That was how they always were, sometimes, words weren’t needed to express what they wanted.

Actions were more than enough.

“I love you.”

Well maybe, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

She blinks, mouth agape and eyes widened as she looked at her lover in shock, “I- Rok Soo?!”

Kim Rok Soo blinks before nonchalantly saying as if he didn’t just make her mind go on a rollercoaster with his sudden confession, “I said, I love you.”

She still stared at him dumbfounded, looking at him like he grew five heads so suddenly.

He frowned, “Why aren’t you saying it back?”

That seemed to bring her back as she stuttered, “I-I love you too..” red slowly dusted her cheeks down to her neck as she ducked her head in shyness.

Kim Rok Soo blinks at her sudden shyness, not really used to seeing her shy and flustered as its her who’s usually the one who makes it so that he’s the one who’s flustered instead.

He chuckled, after all. Its not everyday you see your usually playful and composed lover be shy and flustered.

Leaning towards her, he gently caressed her face before tilting it up and placed a gentle and loving peck to her lips.

“Kim Rok Soo!”

“You’re as red as a gochujang.”

“That-that’s because you s-suddenly did that!”

He shrugged in reply, “Gochujang.”

And as Cale pulled himself back from his records, he didn’t hesitate to put his ring back to where it belongs, noting how it still fits him perfectly around his ring finger, how it’s still snug and just- just secure.

“It’s my wedding ring.” He stated, tearing his eyes away from his ring as he looked at the others, each and every one of them—except for the three, Choi Han, Choi Jung Soo, and Lee Soo Hyuk—who knew of the truth—had varying emotions displayed on their faces.

Perhaps they didn’t expect that he’d be married back in his life as Kim Rok Soo.

“..when?” Rosalyn asked, eyes darting to Cale’s face and to his ring sitting at his finger.

“When I was 22. We were childhood friends, we grew up from the same orphanage.”

“I see..”

It was a bit shocking, of course. They didn’t expect that he’d be married, considering the state of their world and all the monsters.

“Well,” Cale started, “We can talk about this more later if you guys want. For now, let’s talk about the plan for tonight.” He moved to the center table where there was a map and proceeded to talk.

And as they talked about the plan, his family didn’t miss the fact that the Young Master caressed his ring every so often.

A ring of yours.

A bloodied ring sat on the ground.

Kim Rok Soo stared at it blankly, making no move to pick it up. He missed the looks that Choi Jung Soo as well as Lee Soo Hyuk sent towards him, he missed the sad glances and the looks of pity that their team members were sending, he ignored the voice that was telling him that it was time to go, he ignored the hand shaking his shoulder, he ignored it.

He ignored everything.

Everything except the bloody ring on the ground.

And distinctly he heard someone yell, “We can’t find the body! Team leader-nim, we need more backup!”

No body..

They couldn’t find the body…

Kim Rok Soo felt himself go empty. He felt himself—every ounce of his being just shutting down, everything was just a blur.

He wished it was a nightmare.

A dream.

But it wasn’t.

She’s gone.

And there was nothing that Kim Rok Soo could do.

#cale henituse x reader #tcf x reader #cale henituse #kim rok soo #trash of the count’s family #tcf #lout of the count’s family #lcf #lcf x reader

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tocalehenitusethatmf · 2 years

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I literally came back to this account just for him lol

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For those who were wondering why I was gone for a few months, well.

I had like- 40+ due assignments a few months ago 💀

(This is what I call procrastination at its damn finest)

And there was only two weeks left before I have to complete and pass all of my requirements so 😭. And after I completed it, school was also over. There was no classes and stuff, and the only thing that was left was the announcement of the academic excellence. (I made it to the award too, surprisingly)

And after the whole school thing year was done, I basically just lazed around and just slacked 💀👍

(Cale would be proud of me 😎)

I read novels (orv is such an angst man), caught up on some mangas and manhwas I was reading, read some fanfics, and stuffs and yeah.

In short during my break I just moped around 👍

So yeah, that was the reason.

And now im backk <3

And uh yeah, thats it 😭👍

(I got a few wips here tho so hopefully i can upload em soon)

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A Fiancé’s Thoughts.

— pairing » Cale Henituse x Fem Reader

— genre » fluff?

— warnings » none.

— summary » I don’t understand my betrothed.

— note » inspired by Horimiya’s chapter 81; A Homely Sadist and The Son of a Baker. It’s also the part II of ‘A Betrothed’s Thoughts’ this time, it’s Cale’s version.

I don’t understand my betrothed.

Why does she like hanging out with that crazy bastard clopeh?

Everytime I ask her why, she just replies, “Because we have the same bias.” With a smug grin.

She likes my face.

Often times I would wake up to her gently brushing the tips of her fingers lightly to my cheeks, nose, forehead, lips, and my hair. She seemed to caress it gently like I was fragile. She’ll give me a loving kiss on my forehead and a soft smile followed by words full of affection, “Good morning, Cale.”

It makes me… feel.

I love waking up to her.

I don’t get my lover.

Why is she calling me a sacrificial bastard when she’s the one who does sacrificial things? And when I’d call her out on it, she’s just look at me dumbfounded like I had grown two heads.

I don’t get her.

I don’t understand my fiancée.

Why does she let those useless pathetic nobles insult her? Doesn’t she realize that she’s more? That there’s more to her than what they think? She fought on the battlefield. Fought with me. Beside me.

She’s the Vice Commander.

Their Vice Commander.

My Vice Commander.

She has the authority to correct them.

Yet why?

However when I voiced it out she simply gave me a smile and said that it doesn’t matter.

Why doesn’t it matter?

Why don’t you matter?

It brought a few arguments between us, but after hearing from her point of view I understood our mistakes.

She’s quite an idiot.

But she’s my idiot.

I love her eyes.

Every time she looks at me, even just a glance, I love it.

Her eyes would sparkle every time I would appear from her vision, when she looks at me—stares at me with love, adoring, affection, gentleness—

Does she know how much I love it?

How much I love her?

I don’t really get my lover.

But she understands me more than anyone does.

I love it.

I don’t understand her.

She loves playing with my hair even though she’s quite bad at styling it.

Whenever she would voice it out— that she’s embarrassed at her skills, the reply I would send to her would always sends her flustered.

Why?

I was merely speaking the truth.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll love anything you do for me.”

“Y-You can’t just say that!”

Nonetheless, she seems happy.

So I was too.

Even though it was quite hard taking it off at night.

I don’t understand my betrothed.

Despite her telling me countless times that I’m the only one who understood her best.

But I love her.

Even when she hangs out with that crazy bastard clopeh.

#tcf x reader #cale henituse #cale x reader #cale henituse x reader #trash of the count’s family #tcf #kim rok soo #lcf

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—To start the day

Character(s): KRS Cale (lcf)

TW: None

Notes: Gender neutral MC || NECK KISSES!!! GIVING NECK KISSES WHILE HOLDING THE OTHER PERSON!!! GIVING NECK KISSES WHILE SLEEPY BUT WANTING TO SHOW YOUR AFFECTION EVEN IF YOU'RE TOO TIRED TO TALK!!! JUST!!! NECK KISSES!!! || Yes this is another morning where the first thing I do is dump my Cale brainrot on this app

Familiar arms wrapped around your waist and you smiled, turning your head to face Cale who was now nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You brought your hand up to lightly brush through his hair and he raised his head to look at you, eyes crescents as a result of him just having woken up and then bring it back down to rest on the arms that were secured around you.

You lean up to give him a kiss, his lips slow as he responds to it but you can feel the quirk of the corner of his lips that indicated his small smile.

You break the kiss to whisper a short "Morning Cale." to which he mumbles back a vague "Morning." in response before nuzzling his face back into the crook of your neck. The feeling of his breath on your skin and the deep breath he takes in, content and very sleepy, makes you laugh lightly at the ticklish sensation.

You try to turn your attention back to what you plan to wear for the day but the feeling of his head moving slightly and a pair of lips pressing softly against your skin behind your ear has you jolting slightly, a shiver running across your skin as you let out a small gasp in surprise. The feeling has you leaning back against him, subconsciously moving to make it easier for him to give you a few more kisses.

"Cale-" You aren't really sure what you want to say to him. It isn't as if you dislike it but there was always something that threw you off whenever Cale got like this.

The redhead hums with a grin as he recalls how receptive you are to his touch and his hands move a bit to let his fingers trail up your torso and then back down, drawing random shapes as his fingers play across your skin which have you freezing up slightly in his hold, a shaky breath leaving you.

His hands stop more securely on your abdomen, bringing you closer to him though there's still a slowness to his movements that lets you know that he's still all too tired.

He lays another kiss in the same place but this time moves his lips down to press against your neck. You're trying to steady your breathing but you already know that he's finding it all too fulfilling to have you shivering against him from something so simple though you would blame it on it being so early and you having only woken up a few minutes before Cale.

He continues to pepper the small kisses across you skin, all soft and loving, sometimes stopping to trail his nose lightly across your neck and chuckle when he can feel your skin heating up.

You've given up on trying to remember what you were doing before he'd come on to you with this sudden display of affection and let yourself lean into his touch.

A huff of disappointment leaves your lips when he lays one last kiss on your neck and pulls away, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You look back at him again, unsurprised to see that his eyes are closed while a content smile lit up his face which was all aglow now. The words to scold him were once again lost on you as your heart filled with affection for the man who took so much pleasure in being so soft with you.

You make to let out a half hearted sigh playfully and kiss his forehead. "I love you."

His eyes open to look at you, just barely, as his smile widens just that little bit. "Love you too."

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—Physically affectionate s/o

Character(s): KRS Cale Henituse (lcf)

TW: None

Notes: Gender neutral MC || And so I continue

This is such a win for him honestly because he too is excessively clingy though he refrains from acting on his constant need for your affection when he's particularly tired

Despite this, there's still nothing that will stop him from hanging around you and giving you subtile hints, that being looking at you for a little bit too long and sitting reeeeally close to you and trying to talk to you every 5 seconds which is unusual for someone like Cale who prefers to say as little as possible but if you also always want his affection?

This is perfect, he doesn't need to try and voice the fact that he wants to cuddle

He's indifferent to being seen being publicly affectionate as long as no one makes a big deal about it so he's entirely up for you randomly coming up and hugging him from behind if you're feeling lonely or just miss him in general when people like Choi Han or the kids are around but he would prefer if you didn't if, say, Hans was talking to him

He won't stop you and the affection is still welcome but you'll definitely hear his sigh when Hans starts talking too much about it and drawing everyone's attention which just makes it all a whole hassle

He's entirely up for it if you're both alone together in his room or something which is still wonderful because he doesn't like to leave his room often and would love nothing more than to sit around with you or sleep and cuddle with you

His heart jumps a little every time he feels you press a little kiss to his temple or cheek and the little smile that he gets on his face, content and adoring and reserved exclusively for you, whenever he feels the telltale movement of your hand near his face, brushing his hair away from his face so you can kiss him and he'll open his eyes to look up at you from his position lying down before leaning up to give you another kiss and pulling you back down with him so he can hold you

He wouldn't be more content at the end of the day when knowing that there's no way that you haven't pressed a kiss to every inch of his face

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Some random Noble: YOUNG MASTER CALE PLEASE YOU MUST STOP THAT SWORDMASTER UNDER YOUR CARE HIS A TOTAL MENACE!

Cale confuse: Choi Han? Menace? That doesn't sound quite right [checks out what happened]

Choi Han when Cale arrived: [sunshines and rainbows, every thing looks fine] oh Cale-nim are you done with your business?

Cale: I heard you were causing trouble so I came, but it seems to be a lie. Anyways I'm almost done so you can accompany me now

Choi Han as soon as Cale turns his back: [looks at the nobles with murderous intent] okay Cale-nim I'll also gather the others! [returns to being an innocent puppy]

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Close - Cale x Reader

a/n: this has been nagging me since this afternoon and it wouldn't let me sleep until i write it

Warnings: Death, detrimental thoughts, angst? Some description of reader is mentioned, gender neutral reader

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

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Cute nose, rosy cheeks, bright smile. Everything always starts out like that. The dream that comes to Cale every night whenever he has the time to sleep is always the same.

A person’s silhouette can be seen in front of him. Long hair that they refuse to cut because it’s too troublesome is slowly dancing with the wind.

Cale wanted to get closer but no matter how hard he tries, the person in front is always ahead of him.

These dreams are always the same. What happens and the setting might be different each time but it’s always the same person. The same distance between them that he can’t close no matter how hard he tries.

He isn’t that naive to not know that all of this is a dream. Everything he does is futile because what he sees isn’t real.

But maybe it’s because this is a dream that he is trying harder. He thinks that through this dream, if he tries hard, something might change.

Something, anything, if possible everything.

Kim Rok Soo doesn't care one bit that whatever he does during these dreams won’t change anything when he wakes up. He can’t care even if he has to keep dreaming about the same thing over and over again.

Because in this dream, in this abode his mind has created, they are alive and well.

In the world of dreams the person who’s always in front of him is smiling and laughing.

Because here he wasn’t late nor was he helpless.

Cale knows but he must be satisfied with that. The person living in his dreams looks so much better after all.

However, whether his name is Cale Henituse or Kim Rok Soo he will always be a greedy man.

That’s why he isn’t satisfied with watching. He must interact, he must join them. He wants to be the reason they’re smiling. He wants to hear their soft voice that used to rant about every little thing they think about.

And so Cale chased after them. And as usual he wakes up without making much progress.

Regret starts oozing in as soon as the ex-commander wakes up. Memories from the dream are still vivid as he tries to compose himself before Ron or the children come in.

Throughout the day Cale just tries to get by and get his work done as fast as possible. If Cale can pass on the work to someone else he makes sure to do so.

And the others let him be.

Not only does it not bother anyone or anything in the slightest but they know what their young master was feeling.

How could they forget the chilling screams that Cale let out that day. A rare sight of their calm and composed leader shedding tears as he holds someone near his chest as if to shield them.

They may not know who that person is. They may not know how the redhead is acquainted with them. But they know one thing.

Late. All of them were late that day.

Nevertheless, there’s still someone who knows who that is. The person that made Cale burst into tears and shouted as if he was a child. Why was that particular person so dear to Cale.

Choi Han knew the answer to the question everyone was silently pondering about. Still, the man kept silent and merely observed the others worry and care for the man they served.

Through his descendant, Choi Jung Soo, he saw all of it. How close was his liege and this person seem to be. How they seem to be the perfect pair. The Yin and Yang of the company. Two people that no one can separate.

He also saw how cruel fate ripped this person out of Cale’s embrace so harshly. Not a single one of them could do anything to prevent what was going on. Through another’s eyes, Choi Han saw how they still managed to smile as they spoke their final words.

“I’m sure you’ll all be alright. Don’t be too sad, one life is better than a couple hundred souls.”

Choi Han knew all of this. That’s why when he first discovered that person being in this world, he said to himself that this time must be different. With determination, he said that he wouldn’t let what happened back then happen again.

But the house of cards was shattered before they could even begin building it.

Late

Too late

Were the words that often come in Cales head as he finishes his work of the day. Wind elementals and ancient powers try to distract them but they can only do so much when Cale is battling with his own mind.

As the transmigrator walk down the halls of the super rock villa he tries to keep a positive mindset. Remove the frown on his face and straighten his previously slouching figure. All of them can see that he is trying too hard to appear okay. Still no one commented on it nor did they try to accompany the man to wherever he seems to be going.

Because they already know his destination.

When everything’s done and the people inside the villa are minding their business Cale Henituse always ventures to one secluded room. Once he does, the servants lingering in the room always scurry to give him privacy.

No one ever knows what will happen whenever Cale visits that room. Sometimes they would hear quiet sobs breaking. Other times it looks like the man was never in despair, but they know otherwise.

[I was never one to observe things thoroughly but has anyone ever told you that your eyes look like it's merging the sunset and the deep night together?]

He could’ve easily stopped the record that subconsciously began playing. Could’ve lessened the grief he was feeling, but he didn’t. It was because he wanted to remember. He wanted to drown in the memories and records they have together.

The person he dreams of every night is now in front of him. Just a few inches away from him. He can even touch them if he extends his hand just a bit. But he didn’t, or more like he refused to do so.

Cale knows that the one in front of him is the real deal. But he can’t bring himself to do anything. They might be the one that Cale knew but they were so different.

Pale

So pale

That’s always the first thing that the young master thinks about whenever he sees them. The person laying down on the bed meticulously prepared under his orders looks peaceful, as if they were sleeping without a single care in the world.

And Cale hates it.

He wants them to open their eyes again. He wants them to look at him, tease him, just anything. Just stop sleeping and wake for once.

Even so Cale knows that is out of his hands. That’s why instead, he goes back to his room and sleeps.

At least there, in his dreams, he’ll have the courage to go closer to them.

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Kim Dokja and his deaths.

Kim Gongja and his suicide

why would you hurt me like this

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To Love You

— pairing » Cale Henituse x M! Reader

— summary » Cale loves his Vice Commander. Even if sometimes he just wants to curse him and smack the living shit out of him.

— genre » fluff. Yes, it’s fluff. Dw there’s no angst. Crack ig?

— warnings » no angst. Yep. Cursing/swearing. That’s all I think?

— note » the last part is inspired by @calehenituse-brainrot’s chapter ‘Pickup lines’

“Caaaaalllleeee~” He could hear him sing his name as his voice bounced off the walls. A small smile bloomed on his face before going back to his usual stoic act, “Here.” He beckoned.

A Cheshire grin crawled up on his face as Cale could see his bright eyes shine with glee, “I found Sayeru~” There was a bounce on his steps as he approached him, clapping his hands in excitement. And Cale, unknowingly let out a gentle soft smile, “You did?”

“Mhm!” There was a coy smile painted on his lips as his eyes went up In mischief, “So..” he drawls, and Cale can’t help but let a shiver run up his spine, “Can I play with him?”

“You’re vicious.” Was his only reply.

But when he loves me..

“Cale, have I ever told you how much I absolutely adore you?”

“Yes. You’ve said it countless of times it’s ridiculous.”

“But it’s the truth.” He had his cheshire grin as his eyes glints mischievously— it was his same usual look said with his same playful tone and yet Cale can’t help but fall deeper.

“Stop playing.” Cale sighed, rubbing his temple as he ignored his blush, trying hard to fuel it down as he knew that the man was only joking, playing like how he is.

Cale ignored the slight throb in his heart.

I feel like I’m floating..

“You’re so pretty and handsome it fucking hurts.”

“Stop it.” Cale sternly said, daring not to face him in fear that he’d see or maybe even hear his racing heartbeat that he knew his butler—Ron Molan hears based on the amused smile he has as he dressed him.

“What?” An offended look crossed his face as he pouts, “I can’t compliment my Commander?”

Cale gulps at the fluttering feeling it brought in his chest at the word ‘my’. Albeit despite his reply Cale ignored him. As usual when he plays.

The click of a door was heard, Ron left as soon as he was done dressing Cale, his amused smile never leaving as he shakes his head before leaving.

Silence covered the room before he opened his mouth again, Cale sighed. Preparing to ignore the male once again but-

“I mean it.” His tone was genuine, as a rare gentle smile painted his features. Cale—once again, he can’t count the times—felt his breathe hitch. Looking at him through the mirror and their eyes met, Cale for a brief second let his eyes wander his form.

A smug smile almost showed on Cale’s face, pride beaming at his chest. Looking at his form through the mirror, Cale let his eyes feast on the male. Scanning his white outfit with black linings—in partner with his own, Cale’s wearing a black outfit with white linings—both of theirs look similar to the military Commander and Vice Commander they wore before. But although black is their color, his Vice Commander was the only different.

He wore a white vice commander uniform, similar to Cale yet it wasn’t. His was more regal, more refined, more royalty. His leaned more on the fancy designs while Cale’s military commander uniform was more simple, more elegant, enough to authorise who he is.

Put the two of them side by side, and one wouldn’t believe it yet be in awe of their difference.

The people might call Alberu Crossman and Cale Henituse the Sun and Moon of the Roan Empire,

But everyone knows its him—his vice commander who’s the Sun and Cale the Moon.

Everyone—anyone, who have seen the two together on the same battlefield would agree without a doubt.

Cale let a feeling bloom on his chest at their—dare he say—couple outfit. It was similar to the military uniform they wore back then, but this time it screamed of power. Each of their outfit had their usual royalty scheme as gold linings as well as jewelries decorated the top.

Cale can’t help but love the difference.

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

“You are genuinely attractive, Cale.”

And Cale snapped back to the present, feeling—uncontrollably his blush rising to his cheeks. His face was as red as his hair, which was tied up in a low ponytail courtesy of the former vice commander who tied it with a white lace—Cale loves it.

Cale gulped harshly, straying his eyes anywhere but his, not knowing how to respond despite knowing that this wasn’t the first time he had done this— this wasn’t the first time the former vice commander had complimented him, praised him, worshipped his looks. And yet, there was this nagging feeling at his instincts that tells him—screams at him that this is different.

That this time, it’s not like the other times.

And Cale admits, he didn’t know what to do.

On normal occasions, he would’ve ignored him, maybe even snorted at him followed by a ‘I know’ in his usual tone.

But it was different.

But well, Cale liked different.

It just depends on what different.

Can’t say he doesn’t like this different though.

“We’re going to be late.” He manages to croak out, clearing his throat and licking his suddenly dry lips. Cale looks at the mirror once again, only to find him staring right back. Cale flinched, wanting to look away again and yet he suddenly seemed frozen in place.

‘Damn this.’ He cursed in his head.

‘This bastard has the audacity to even smirk.’ Cale clenched his teeth at the smirk sent his way, he sent his own small glare at him before huffing and walking towards the door.

And yet before he could even touch the handle, a hand grabbed his arm.

“You look absolutely ravishing, Cale.” Followed by a peck right below his ear—just to his jaw.

And the former vice commander goes, humming tune as he left the Commander in the room, frozen in his spot with redness spreading down to his neck.

‘This-this fucker..!’

And even if we fade eventually to nothing..

‘That damn bastard thinking that he can do whatever the fuck he wants the audacity I should give him more work that fucking bastard.’ Cale grumbled curses beneath his breathe as he drank the wine, ignoring the looks of Choi Han as well as the others sent his way.

Redness spread his cheeks, to the other people it might look like Cale is merely drunk, but to his family? They knew he wasn’t.

They’re very well aware of Cale’s high alcohol tolerance, as well as the fact that the moment the doors slammed open and the former Commander walked in with the former Vice Commander—pairing outfits as each of their steps radiating power—Cale had a stoic look on his face and his cold eyes scanned the room but his family knew better—noticing the flustered look on his eyes mixed with annoyance. Walking at quite a hurried pace, his ears had a faint red color, and the former Vice Commander followed behind him.

The former Vice Commander wasn’t far off from Cale, he was only lagging a mere step or two but they noticed the tune he was humming as well as his usual Cheshire grin seemed to be more mischievous than usual. His eyes were sparkling in amusement and Choi Han and the others thought they saw a hint of gentleness glimmer in his eyes as he stared at Cale. But as soon as they noticed it, it was gone.

And that led to the conclusion that yes, something did indeed happened.

Choi Han and the others either smiled or sighed at the scene.

‘Why can’t they just get together already for fucks sake.’ Bud clicked his tongue, downing another glass as he internally screamed.

Cale watched him devour the sweets and desserts like there’s no tomorrow. Deadpanning at the numerous plates stacked up at the table beside him. ‘Really.. as soon as he entered he immediately went after the desserts.’ Cale sighed exasperatedly, yet fondness couldn’t be hidden from his look.

He could see the eyes of numerous ladies and men eyeing the Vice Commander eating the desserts, he couldn’t help but snort at them.

‘He’d never look at you—much less spare you a glance.’ His lips curled on a smirk, ‘He won’t pay attention unless it’s something that interests him.’ That goes on with people he isn’t familiar with, it was the same thing that happened with the people they met before throughout their journey together. Of course, the family they have is an exception.

You.. you will always be..

“Cale!” He turned his head at the sound of his name, raising a brow, Cale responded in a blank tone, “What-“

He was immediately met with the taste of sickeningly sweet dessert—one he knows is one of the male’s favourite judging by taste and the look the former vice commander has.

“It’s too sweet.” Cale blankly states, all the while chewing and swallowing the cake. “That’s why it delicious!” His eyes sparkled like jewels and his smile was more child-like. Cale said that, and yet he still opened his mouth and didn’t protest when another fork of the sweet sweet cake was fed to him. As the former Commander chewed, he looked at his companion. Who fed himself another fork-full of cake and saw as he visibly beamed, another thought crossed Cale’s mind as to how this man in front of him had a duality that made him either flustered or brim with happiness.

He swallowed the cake, lightly grimacing at the sweetness which in no doubt is ordered by his Majesty Alberu Crossman knowing that the former vice commander had a sickening sweet tooth, well Cale wouldn’t blame him as he too issued a letter to his sworn brother to increase the amount of sweetness.

As Cale leaned back to the wall, the former vice commander fed another fork to Cale, watching with glee as Cale ate it with no protest before scooping another fork-full and feeding it to himself.

Cale looked at the man, a gentle smile unknowingly forming on his face, bringing his hand—he reached out to pat the man’s head. A fluttering feeling blooming in his chest as the former vice commander seemed to lean more.

You will always be my favorite form of loving.

Bonus:

It was warm. Well that was a fact considering that Raon accidentally set fire on the curtain because of some experiment the trio children wanted to do. Cale sat on the chair, relief filling his being at the thought of his family—the children being okay. It definitely set off a panic in him—of course he didn’t show it—when he heard there was a fire in his very own villa, but in the end it got resolve.

He lightly glared at the man across the room, clicking his tongue. “What?” Said man raised a brow with an amused smile.

“You know what.” Cale grumbled, crossing his arms. While the children were panicking about the fire, this man was beside, laughing while holding a recording device. Not even bothering to put the fire out. “You could’ve helped them.” He frowned.

“But Raon had it under control, no?” He replied back cheekily, “He is a great and might dragon after all.” Cale deadpanned at him.

Cale groaned, rubbing his face with his hand as he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. Silence surrounded the pair, neither of them were uncomfortable as this wasn’t the first time both of them were together alone. Rather, it was comforting.

“Cale.”

“Yes?”

“You know..” Cale sighed, preparing himself to another bullshit the vice commander may spout. Sensing the pause in his sentence, Cale groaned, “What is it?”

“The fire may be out…” He started, and even without seeing, Cale knows that pain-in-the-ass-but-he’s-a-pain-in-the-ass-that-Cale-loves-bastard has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“But you’re still smoking hot.”

“….”

Cale sighed.

He really doesn’t have a blush.

He does.

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