#og cale henituse x reader

[honestly-oceanie]

Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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Honestly, Oceanie

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[idontknowmyownmind]

LCF/TBOAH x ORV AU idea:

After Cale Henituse made a deal with God of Death, there are some mistakes accidently made. Rather than transmigrate into Kim Rok Soo's body, he got reincarnated as Kim Dokja. He doesn't transmigrated into Kim Dokja's body but reincarnated as him. So he IS Kim Dokja since the beginning.

And with this AU, I really want to watch a gacha reaction video or a reaction fanfiction where it's either TBoAH or ToTCF react to ORV, spesifically react to ogCale as Kim Dokja. And ogCale here is the him who life for 40+ years and not the teenager him.

Just imagine him having life through war for 20 years, got reincarnated and suffer almost all his life in his second life, and then got thrown into an apocalypse that worse than the supposed apocalypse he would faced if he transmigrated into KRS's body, and all the things KDJ did for his companions.

[web-novel-polls]

Heyyo! Very small nitpick about the rarepair tournament that you're free to ignore but I thought maybe you might not be familiar with the source material so a correction might not be entirely unwanted.

So you list og AlCale as "original cale henituse x original alver/alberu crossman" and I just wanted to let you know that there is no "original alberu". Original Cale Henituse is totally appropriate because he is a character who's body was transmigrated into but Alberu had no such body-swap. Therefore "original" is informing the reader that you mean the character pre-transmigration. As an example that you might be more familiar with "orginal cale henituse" would equal Mo Xuanyu and "(krs)cale henituse" would equal Wei Wuxian. The TCF fandom can be a bit complicated to understand because unlike in MDZS where WWX strongly maintains his own name, Kim Rok Soo (the person who takes og cale's body) takes on Cale's name and barely refers to himself by his real name. So "original" is strictly so that the fans can understand that you are not referring to KRS when you say the name Cale Henituse.

Since Alberu Crossman is never possessed, it's really weird to see 'original' next to his name like that. It's possible that you're strictly referring to pre-regression Alberu and if so, it would be more appropriate to say "TBOAH Alberu" but I wouldn't recommend that. From what I can tell, the people who ship og AlCale tend to ship OG Cale with Alberu both pre and post regression and it's a bit pointless to define "tboah Alberu" and "tcf Alberu" as a different person because he just isn't, he's just the same person at different stages in his life (think if someone were to define Lan Wangji as a different person pre and post WWX death, it'd be weird right?). Og Cale is 100% a different person than krs!Cale (krs being the person who transmigrated into his body) but Alberu is just Alberu.

Anyway I just thought I'd correct it because it makes it sound to casual viewer as though Alberu was also possessed at one point and someone is wearing his body like a meat-suit like with Cale and that just didn't happen lol.

(also you're free to use alver / alberu interchangeably, it's the same name just translated differently but fair warning that if you're on twt they'll get mad at you for using "alberu" so it's safer to use alver on that site. alver is the official translation and alberu is the fan translation)

*Transmigration is being used as a catch-all term for reincarnation, regression, etc.

I actually read a good portion of the manhwa a few years(?) ago (the novel’s on my to-read list after ORV & SCTIR, so I’ll get to it in 10 years if I’m quick) & they’ll never convince me that man’s name is Alver. This is my jungkook. I accepted Lout of the Count’s Family as the official title because a carrd guilt-tripped me into it, but Twitter will never take Alberu from me. Yu Ryeo Han could come to me & say his name is Alver, and I won’t believe it. Which is all besides the point lol

Anyway, you were right about both wordings being submitted - Og!Cale/Og!Alberu & Original Cale Henituse x Alver Crossman. I’ll change it to be more neutral since I agree the difference between TBOAH Alberu and LCF Alberu isn’t as important for a poll, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen “original” as inherently meaning a character’s been transmigrated*? I’ve only really seen it used to differentiate characters from the “original” world & the characters from the main story. 

For example, in The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, Shen Qingqiu transmigrated into the novel Proud Immortal Demon Way, where Luo Binghe becomes the Emperor of the world. This Luo Binghe (Bingge) is often referred to as “original Luo Binghe” & is narratively a different character from the current Luo Binghe (Bing-mei). The situation might be a bit different in LCF (I’ve heard the transmigration situation is hella fucky), but characters being the same person is not always the same as them being the same character, especially if they’ve dramatically changed in some way (see: ORV). Environment & experiences change ppl and all that. 

It’s actually pretty interesting seeing transmigration* described in linear terms (“pre and post regression,” comparing it to WWX’s death, “different stages of his life”) because my experience with almost every transmigration* story is that they’re two or more separate worlds/timelines. I think Alberu grows and changes as a character throughout the story (which admittedly I haven’t read a large percentage of), experiencing things he never did within TBOAH, and the distinction between characters of separate timelines is often used for characterization within fandom, not in the technical sense of a character. Transmigration* often has the main character befriending and changing characters, especially villains, and “original” best describes the difference imo

I guess it could confuse people not familiar with the genre, but honestly, I think it’s just easier to explain in case they do go on to read more isekai/transmigration/reincarnation stories. I think “the Alberu from the timeline where the main character didn’t transmigrate (the Birth of a Hero novel) is sometimes called TBOAH or original Alberu to differentiate from our Alberu” is fairly simple? Idk I got very distracted writing this

[zeraaachan]

the void

the void welcomes you to stare until you finally make out the eyes hidden in the abyss, until your tongue finally taste the scripts written by the shadows, until you finally realized that that the void is not a void but someone's mirror to the soul.

written in ink - fan fiction masterlist

★━━━ bungou stray dogs

to the stray dogs ━━━

multiple ━━━ to rhyme my name with yours (ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa) dazai osamu ━━━ star crossed (ft. regressor! reader) ━━━ another regression fanfiction ━━━ the world stops (crackfic)

★━━━ chainsaw man

to live in constant pain, with a blade against your chest ━━━

angel devil ━━━ angels can't fall aki hayakawa ━━━ a petal for aki (aki hayakawa x angel devil)

★━━━ genshin impact

ah, another place with an abyss ━━━

multiple ━━━ secret love song ft. xiao, scaramouche, heizou ━━━ if i died hypothetically (ft. scaramouche, xiao, venti) ━━━ i wanna be your slave (ft. il dottore, childe, albedo) ━━━ do you like this position (ft. la signora, childe, scaramouche) childe ━━━ k-drama goblin au (fanfiction) ━━━ k-drama goblin au (headcanon) ━━━ watermelon and a nosebleed cyno ━━━ bombastic side-eye scaramouche ━━━ to the eyes that never saw him ━━━ red cranes ━━━ your best friend's brother ━━━ a ballad from the balladeer ━━━ the universe is a big hoax ━━━ a balladeer can't sing if hungered

★━━━ lout of the count's family

the illusion of a slacker life ━━━

og! cale henituse ━━━ when my chrysanthemum go

★━━━ twisted wonderland

so you like your fantasy? ━━━

multiple ━━━ the coffee you spilled all over him (ft. riddle and leona) ━━━ boyfriend headcanons (ft. cater and kalim) ━━━ types of dates with the dormleaders (+floyd) riddle rosehearts ━━━ with a lucifer! reader (obey me) leona kingscholar ━━━ with a satan! reader (obey me) vil schoenheit ━━━ with an asmodeus! reader (obey me) jamil viper ━━━ three wishes (genie! au)

[weirdsht]

Uphold - LotCF & Regressor! Reader

a/n: idk what came over me but when i got my senses back a whole day has passed and I've written 12 pages

Warnings: might be ooc, male reader, use of prince for reader (like how in some they call the duke's children prince/princess yeah like that), there's romantic feelings involved but it wasn't that touched upon, i might've messed up the timelines, novel spoilers (but i think they were quite vague), if you hate soft characters then reader is not for you, bit of angst, death, Alberu and Cale focused

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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‘It hurts’

Red. All you can see was red.

Was it your blood? Was it someone else's? You have no idea.

Dying. You know you're dying.

This war has been going on for too long. Too many have been lost. Your family, friends, acquaintances. Almost all of them are gone.

Except for one

Cale Henituse

He's the only one left in your life, and you’re the only one left in his.

And now you’re dying. About to leave him.

‘Ah till the end I haven’t said my feelings’ 

Maybe it was for the best. You aren’t quite sure yourself. All your brain can register is the stinging pain in your chest along with the pounding that just keeps on getting worse.

Red. Everything was red. Still, you can make out the silver armor with a bit of red hair sticking out.

You try to weakly reach out your hand towards the blurry figure you know too well. Not sure whether you’re reaching the right place. In spite of that, you still reach out, hoping to at least feel his warmth for the last time.

“...I …I’m so rry”

Tears were probably flowing out from your eyes. You weren’t quite sure from all the blood on you but it felt like you were crying. 

‘I’m sorry for leaving you alone’

‘I’m sorry for not telling you my true feelings’

‘I’m sorry for even harboring this feelings’

’Just for everything, I’m sorry’ 

Sadly you don’t have the energy to even speak those words. 

Aside from that, you believe you have no other regrets. You tried your best with the war. Try your best to uphold your family name. Protect the country, the world. 

“Don’t, don’t talk. Save your energy help will come soon. Your crown prince hyung is on his way”

Were there tears flowing down from his face? You weren’t sure. At this point even your hearing was fuzzy. 

It was too late to be saved and both of you knew that.

“D on’t le ave, plea se. Just ..just stay w ith me till the en d”

“Okay okay, I’m here I won’t leave you. Your other hyung is nearby too, just hang on.”

Frail, bloody hands gripped strong, shaky ones. For the last moments of your life, you just want to be at peace and spend time with your childhood friends. Something you haven’t gotten the chance to do ever since the war started. You think the times you’ve seen your crown prince hyung’s face can be counted on one hand.

“I’m here, your other hyung is here. I’ve also called a healer.”

You didn’t manage to catch his next words clearly. But you can understand that it’s him apologizing that he can’t use the star of healing on you. You’re aware that it’s no one’s fault. He used the star of healing earlier and it wasn’t a waste so that’s good with you.

Black spots fill your sight and your hearing becomes more fuzzy. Your grip on Cale’s hands was getting weaker and weaker.

“Hyu ng …Alberu hyung. Ple ase ta ke care of the king dom.”

‘I’m sorry I can’t continue to take care of it with you.’

You know you’re time was almost up

You have a lot of regrets but you know it’s no use mulling over them now

But still. Before you pass, maybe you can say it softly. 

Before you rest eternally

Before you depart forever

“I ..I love you”

‘So much that leaving you hurts more than dying’

Not sure how you managed to say those three words coherently. You were glad to be able to convey your feelings at the last moment.

With that, the black spots have fully dominated your sight and the world seemed so quiet and peaceful.

‘I died…’

‘I’m sure I died’

Waking up with a slight jolt you see yourself inside your room. Specifically, you’re inside your room at the Henituse state.

“Is something the matter young master?”

Ron was standing by your bedside with a tray of tea and your favourite sweets. He looked like a concerned old man. But you know better after finding out his an assassin.

“... oh.. Um Ron, what’s the date?”

Confusion and dread filled your entire being. Sure you have a room at the Henituse territory as you seem to practically live there, but you haven’t been at this place since the war broke out. That and you were sure Ron left the Henituse family a few years ago.

“...The 29th day of the 3rd month in the 781st year of the felix calendar. Is there a problem, young master? You seem to be sweating.”

If it was Cale it could be passed as him being drunk. That wasn’t the case with you though. You were always the rational one between the two of you. The one reeling the problematic young master and preventing him from doing great damage. So of course, if you’re the one asking people are bound to be concerned.

“I.. I had a nightmare. Please get me something refreshing to drink. Ah, but leave the tea.”

Being the ever-attentive butler Ron is, he already has a towel ready and wipes the bullets of sweat that have gathered in your wake after getting your permission. He also already told someone to prepare your bath and get a drink from the kitchen.

You just let everything happen in a daze. You weren’t sure what happened or what was going on as the servants helped you bathe. But you were sure that time turned back.

It turned back a day before Cale met the soon-to-be renowned swordsman, Choi Han.

The ever-capable servant Ron observed as the other servants attended to you. It has been almost an hour since you woke up but you still seem to be out of it. He was sure that nothing happened yesterday as he personally watched his two puppy young masters.

For some reason though, two cute puppies are suddenly acting strange.

Well, it might really just be a nightmare but Ron was still suspicious. 

“Young master Cale will be dining with everyone for breakfast. Shall you do the same?”

“Huh? Oh? Cale at the breakfast table? Sure I’ll go too”

“I shall make preparations then.”

The old man was still concerned yet he still followed orders and started preparing so the duke’s son could join breakfast.

‘Something’s weird’

‘That’s not Cale’

Yes, it’s Cale but at the same time, it’s not. As if someone took over his body. No one else seemed to notice it so you kept quiet.

As you ponder on how that could be possible you remembered something.

“Young master, I don’t have much left in this world so I have to tell you something.”

“Auntie Jour please don’t say that. Cale will be sad.”

“I know, that’s why I need you to take care of him when I’m gone. Both of your souls are special, that’s why you have to remember that even if one day you wake up and Cale doesn’t seem to be our Cale you still should take care of that Cale.”

“But if it’s not our Cale then why should I help him?”

“Because it’s probably our Cale’s plan. I know I may sound odd to you right now, but I believe that you’re a bright child. Everything will make sense in due time.”

Not long after that, the news of Jour’s death reached your ears. It was also the start of your best friend acting like trash after the count brought home a new family. 

You know that every action Cale takes has a meaning behind it. Years of knowing each other and having each other’s back solidified the trust the two of you have.

And that trust is exactly what you’ll believe in. Trust and the late Countess Jour’s words.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice a forehead coming in contact with yours.

“You seem to be sick, you should’ve stayed in bed.”

“I didn’t know.. I’ll do better next time”

Excusing yourself from the dining room, you tried to make your exit and go back to your room. Your legs seem to have other plans as not even 5 steps in it gave up on you. 

Thankfully, Cale has quick reflexes and managed to catch you in time.

‘Stupid weak body, stupid regressing thingy’

Embarrassed, you wanted for the ground to swallow you whole. You didn’t even know this guy and you already showed your stupid side within the first hour of meeting him!

“You know your body was weak, why did you even bother?”

“Ehehe I’m sorry hyung.”

“Haizz, just make sure to rest. We’ll inform the duchy about your condition.”

Giving him a toothy grin, you got out of his embrace as a maid came to help you go back to your room. No matter how shameful that incident is on your end, you got to know that the new Cale seems to know quite a bit about this world. But it’s not enough as his etiquette is lacking. You would probably need to help him with that.

Your Cale might be trash but you know he still has class.

Unfortunately, your plans were put off as you were in and out of consciousness. Regressing seems to take a lot of toll on your already weak body. Well, for you this is better than war.

Even though you were mostly in charge of tactics, there were still times you had to go out to the battlefield yourself as your forces were too little compared to the White Star’s forces.

‘-10/10 wouldn’t recommend it. I especially hated how I always get a fever after a month of fighting.’

You get chills just by thinking about it. Ron, the one Cale assigned to take care of sick you, seems to have misunderstood and thought that your cold is getting worse. 

“Oh no, the young master seems to be shivering. Get a new blanket while I change the basin water. Also, ask Beacrox to prepare soup for him to eat.”

Contrarily, you actually felt hot. Not that you’re in any condition to talk so you just let them do your thing as you lost your consciousness for the nth time.

Thus you spent a few days like that. By the time you got better to the point where you can play again, Cale seemed to have a new companion.

“...This poor dongsaeng got sick for a few days and you already found someone to replace him huh?”

Surprisingly there wasn’t a scar on your friend's ‘beloved face’ as he calls it, even after meeting Choi Han. Instead, the man you know as the youngest swordmaster seems to be following Cale like a stray kitten waiting to be adopted. 

Meanwhile, Cale Henituse didn’t even hide his I'm-done-with-everything expression as you circled Choi Han. The count’s eldest son just sighed at the two of you, not even giving you a proper response as he opted to drink tea instead.

“Hey, you! Why are you slouching huh? Sit up straight and hold your cup properly! Wipe that stain on the corner of your lip too. I know you can feel it. Aish this hyung, how many times do I have to nag you about your manners! You didn’t even offer me tea like how a true gentleman is supposed to do! You may be trash but I won’t let you devolve into a full-on barbarian and forget your manners!”

Needless to say, the part that implies you always nag about these things are lie. Original Cale didn’t need to be reminded of any of these things as he was naturally refined. Not the same can be said about the man in front of you though so you can only make up the excuse of nagging to try and teach him.

Luckily, even though Cale showed you an annoyed expression he still did as you said. His willingness to absorb every word you say makes you think that this will be easy. Even though he was muttering about how your choice of words wasn’t formal in the slightest bit.

“NO I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE HUHU THIS ISN’T EASY AT ALL, TAKE ME BACK! I SAID TAKE ME BACK”

“Young master please don’t push yourself too much. Our young master Cale will worry if you get sick again.”

“No.. just give me a few more minutes to finalize this. Cale and the others are working with no rest. I have to do the same and catch up.”

Many things happened while you were with this new Cale. The past that you knew was completely rewritten by him and everything was going well thanks to that.

You also did your best to help subtly. He doesn’t know that you regressed nor does he know that you know he's a transmigrator so you can’t just present yourself and tell him you also know what happens in the future. Additionally, his knowledge about ancient powers and races seems to exceed your own.

Still, that didn’t stop you from giving him hints about things he didn’t seem to know and guiding him. Especially when it comes to formality and people that your Cale knew personally. 

Fortunately, those formalities aren’t needed that much any more since you’re currently in the middle of war and not only did the Henituse household become a duchy. Their eldest son, Cale Henituse, also formally became the crown prince’s sworn brother.

Throughout all this, you have been balancing your responsibilities as the youngest son of your duchy and helping Cale and his group out. Sure it was taxing and no one, not even yourself, knew how you managed to do all that work but it was very rewarding. As time passes you slowly understand why the original Cale left this world in this new Cale’s hands. 

‘Thankfully I didn't develop feelings for him. Once was enough. Two times is cringe'

One of your worries when you first regressed was the fact that you might develop feelings for Cale since he and your Cale act so much alike. As time passes though, you only seem to see him as a dependable but always annoyed older brother figure. Sure you miss the Cale that you know and you know to yourself that you still love him.

But it’s because of that love that you respect and understand his decision. It’s because of that love that you willingly helped this new person Cale left without hesitation and with no expectations of payment except for the betterment of the world.

Additionally, the people Cale gathered are good too. Everyone’s friendly and is willing to help you to the best of their abilities. So all is well and good.

“Ron told me you wouldn’t budge so I came to get you myself.”

Sharp, reddish-brown eyes came into view as his hands took away the document containing your messy writing. His tone was nonchalant as usual but concern within those irises can be seen clearly.

“I’m sorry hyung. I got carried away with making plans for the next attack. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

You cupped his face as if hoping your touch would make him forget just how you neglect yourself.

At first, Cale was a bit overwhelmed with the amount of skinship you have to offer. Sure he has read it on Birth of a Hero back at Earth but experiencing it was different. 

Cale Henituse’s closest friend who is 3 years younger than him and the same age as his brother, Bassen Henituse. The kid is always sticking close to him. No matter how dangerous the situation is or how busy the young man seems to be. But even if you’re younger than him, he didn’t feel like he was babysitting you at all.

‘Well, the book did say that the two of them stood on equal grounding despite him being younger and despite Cale being the son of a count and him being the son of a duke.’ 

That doesn’t mean that the prince didn’t act his age. Poor young master Cale is always the subject of the man’s pranks. He is also very touchy. Holding hands or simply grabbing the edge of his clothes when they go out. Clinging close to him at every formal gathering like balls and banquets. Whining and getting jealous whenever he sees Alberu pay more attention to Cale or Cale pays more attention to Alberu.

“I have no other friends aside from you two, and you guys didn’t even become friends for that long! I was friends with the two of you first so have to pay more attention to me and not leave me out!”

You would say whenever Alberu deliberately ignores you just to see your cute cheeks puff up in jealousy. Despite your pure and childish antics, there were times when Cale was amazed at your abilities. To the point of almost suspecting you.

Sure he has read about how smart and hands-on you are at everything. But that can’t explain the times that your deduction of the enemies' moves is as scarily accurate as it was on one. Also for someone who was raised with a diamond spoon, you seem to know a lot about wars, especially strategizing for one. As if you have experience in doing that sort of stuff.

“...Are you still angry? I said I was sorry. I’ll take care of myself better. Please don’t tattle on Alberu hyung.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about it but thanks for the idea. I have a meeting with him after dinner. I'm sure he’ll be happy to hear from you.”

“No! Hyung! I said I was sorry, please! He’ll make me stay with aunt Tasha again, hyuk!”

Desperately grabbing at the redhead eating steak, you tried your best to beg him to change his mind. Regardless of the big possibility of getting scolded by Alberu, and most likely your family as he will for sure tell them, you still can’t help but laugh. During your first life when the war broke out there were little to no mundane moments like this as everyone was always on edge.

‘It’ll be nice if things stay like this forever’ 

Perhaps you jinxed yourself when you softly spoke to yourself about your hopes and dreams of maintaining the relationship you currently have with your hyungs and Choi Han. Because it seems as if that won’t be possible since the universe was never on your side.

Clammy hands fidgeted and tried to find a pen and paper it could scribble on. The three men and the one baby dragon in the room know that that’s your nervous reaction. Even if it wasn't, anxiety was audibly written on your face.

“Don’t be nervous, we just want to clear some things up with you.”

Hands scribbling on the pen and paper Choi Han gave you with all of your attention focused on them. You wanted to retaliate that opening the conversation by mentioning the original Cale didn’t help with your uneasiness. But you didn’t think you were in the position to talk so you settled on scribbling more, unintentionally letting some of your inner thoughts out on the poor paper.

“Instructor is right, we aren’t angry, okay? It’s just that Cale said that the God of Death told him something that we need to confirm with you.”

Alberu tried to speak as softly as he could. He knew that you weren’t great with confrontation since the two of you were kids. You always tried to have someone who can speak up for you in case you have the tendency to clam up when questioned. But that isn’t possible right now. You’re the only one who can confirm the god’s words and answer their questions.

“That imbecile god told me and I quote 

[If you have more questions about White Star and his forces it’ll be best to ask that young duke kid with you. Oh and take care of him or else the Kim Rok Soo now will have both of our heads]

That heavily implies multiple things. I’m sure I don’t need to explain each one to you, you’re a smart kid.”

It felt as though you’ve been caught red-handed. Cale was right he didn’t need to explain further for you already know what the god was talking about. 

Scared as you were, that didn’t stop you from explaining your situation to them. From Cale’s mother’s words to you regressing and confirming that Cale isn’t Cale through the few and rare books about regressors and transmigrators.

Furthermore for the first time since time was turned back, you finally confined just how hard your first life was. How hard it was to experience dying. The pain in your abdomen that you swear you can still feel sometimes. How you still caress the spot where you were brutally stabbed by Sayeru, the bear tribe king. For the first time in a long while you were completely vulnerable. All the tears and pain that have been holding themselves back finally let themselves out as you hug Raon as if he were a stuffed toy.

“Human, the little prince fell asleep.”

Red, swollen eyes with cheeks marred with dried tears, your sleeping face resembles a poor child. Despite your arms being loose now, the black dragon didn’t make a move to get out of your hold. On the contrary, he tightens his hug as an offering to comfort you in your sleep.

“Dongsaeng, please continue taking care of him. We all know that he is a smart but fragile child. Even if he knows you aren’t the original Cale Henituse he definitely looked up to you like you're his older brother.”

“Haaa… Who do you think took care of that kid for the past two years since he got permission to tag along with me.”

Their conversation ended when Choi Han picked up the sleeping figure along with the dragon who refused to let go so he could place them in a proper bed. Before the three of them left to further talk about business Cale and Alberu didn’t forget to advise their people to not let the man work until further notice.

“So that’s what you look like? Is that how my hyung looks too? Wow hyung you’re quite the looker yourself!”

The people inside the cintamani, especially Kim Rok Soo, were speechless as you gushed about them upon seeing them the first time.

“Yes yes now shut up and focus on your work. If you don’t finish filling those documents on time the duke said he’ll personally come to take you home.”

“Rok Soo hyung, are you seeing how your other self treats me? His so mean”

“He sounds right though, you have to finish the work unless you want to suffer the consequences.”

“Rok Soo will be Rok Soo”

Pouting, you went over your desk with Raon to finish the work assigned to you. Your family has been lenient on you with the paperwork as of late. They know just how hard the work you're doing with the crown prince and the young commander’s group. But they didn’t want you to forget how to handle territory affairs so they still assign you a bit of paperwork here and there.

You know that they’re doing it out of concern for you. You even understand where they’re coming from. Still, that doesn’t stop you from whining and kicking whenever you see your personal assistant enter the room with paperwork from the duchy.

In no time paperwork was ceased, your aide who used to hold a pen went back to holding a sword.

“My prince, I’m a knight first and foremost, therefore your safety is my priority. Playing assistant was just like a part-time ”

Those were the words of comfort your kneeling knight told you while preparing for the Puzzle City war. 

The whole thing was like the roller coaster on earth Rok Soo told you about. One moment things were looking good for your group, then the next moment someone on your side will become heavily injured. You tried to go to the front lines too but your gravely injured commander, Cale who’s suffering from his plate being broken for the second time, stopped you. Even though he didn’t manage to get his intentions out, you fully understood his unspoken words.

Raon is most likely the one who’s going to take over his work. The dragon is capable, great and mighty as he calls himself, but he is also used to being on the front lines. That’s where you step in so that Raon can keep a clear head and keep the flow of communication smooth running. You have to be there as the second brain and back him up. 

Like that, your side held out while Cale was recovering.

Events that happen after seem like a fever dream to you. Your hyungs and just everyone in your group seemed to be more unhinged than usual. Well, they have been more unhinged since your Alberu hyung got his hands on a gun. 

But thanks to those unhinged plans and crazy actions, everyone got past the hurdles that came their way. No matter how hard the Sealed God and White Star’s forces tried, you always outsmart them.

“Don’t. Don’t speak... Just let me have this moment.”

You speak against the sturdy chest of your hyung who now goes by the name Kim Rok Soo. Partly it was because you were too embarrassed at the thought he’d bring up your confession. At the same time you really just want to have a few moments of silence and embrace the hyung you haven’t seen for so long.

“Yes yes I won’t speak”

“You’re still speakingggg”

His laugh vibrated in his chest making you, the one holding onto him, feel ticklish. He might look different, sound different but you know that he's still your best friend. Your first and last love in both lives.

No matter how annoyed you are with the God of Death and his shenanigans, you’re glad that he gave you this chance. The chance to see your best friend again, even if it was possibly for the last time.

Silently, you listened as the two men spoke to each other. As you listened you were also enlightened as to what happened. How Cale and Rok Soo exchanged positions. The deal made with God of Death. Why Cale- you guess he goes by Rok Soo now, chose to go and live on earth.

“It’s time to go back.”

Hellos always ended with goodbyes, and this meeting was no different. You wished you could spend more time here. There are still a lot of things you want to say. Stories you want to share. But that’s selfish and you know it.

“Hopefully we can maybe meet in our next lives. Then perhaps we can straighten things out between us then.”

Rok Soo whispered softly as he kissed your forehead goodbye. Too stunned to speak, you could only hold your forehead while running back to Cale red-faced. 

“That explains why you were so willing to go with his plans even when he left without an explanation.”

“Shut up! Shut up! It’s not like that!”

[flowerywhispers]

| | Your Cale | |

Character(s): OG Cale

TW: Neglect mention, violence mention, drinking mention, bar fights mention, injury mention

Genre: Angst (mild-ish I think)

Notes: Female MC || Just,,, having some feelings about OG Cale. I want to hug him || This is also just kind of me relating to OG Cale on a way deeper level than I expected for way too many reasons

Waking up in the body of a maid... Wasn't the most surprising thing that ended up happening. Nor was the fact that you were a personal maid to the original Cale Henituse. Granted, you weren't a character that had initially existed, at least not to your knowledge as the only person that had at all been willing to serve the original Cale was Hans but it gave you the proximity to be able to help Kim Rok Soo when he transmigrated into Cale's body.

You were exctatic of course. All you would have to do was bear working under the original Cale for the best part of what you had come to conclude was 2 years before you could meet and hopefully help Kim Rok Soo. Simple enough as long as you didn't get in Cale's way but...

You had come to care for him. He was rowdy of course, and violent at times though never towards you but you knew that it was as a result of the neglect. That didn't excuse it but at least you understood.

He was vulnerable at times. In the mornings when you would come to wake him up and he would yell at you to leave in a tone that only portrayed half hearted annoyance towards you, when he would come back woozy from another round of drinks and when you would catch him sitting alone, staring at the rest of his family and you knew that he was wondering how he fit into it.

You would sit beside him and he would glare at you but not move away as he tried to school his expression from what he knew would show longing to one of annoyance at you.

"Would you like to join them, young master?"

His scowl would waver for a moment before he would turn his face away from you. "Why would I?" And the conversation would be cut short there but still he wouldn't move away from you. Like he wanted your company.

He was lonely.

You weren't sure when you had decided to start trying to fill that loneliness but you had at some point begun to make sure that he felt included in what you did if he didn't with his family. You didn't want him to feel alone. Maybe it came from a place of relatability, after all, you hadn't gone through all 700+ chapters of lout of the count's family because you had a busy social life. The feeling of loneliness was familiar to you and it wasn't a nice one.

You didn't want him to feel what you'd also been feeling for so long.

So you got close and closer still.

"Do you think this shirt works well with this blazer? Or should I go for the ruffled one?"

He began to ask for your opinion, value it even above those of other people. He'd started believing you when you would tell him that he was more than his rumours and didn't have to feed into them to get the attention that he deserves from those than care about him.

"What, do you want to keep me company?"

He was teasing, playful even and childish at times. He didn't have to grow up so fast around you when you would tease right back, a quick quip in response leaving your lips to make his smirk become just that little bit softer as he became more comfortable around you, comfortable enough to act himself.

Teasing, prideful in a way that bordered on arrogant, surprisingly attentive, and a sucker for your affection and attention. That was the Cale that you had come to know. Not the violent and aggressive man that people thought him to be. Just a child that had grown up too fast to suit his environment and his needs. He adapted to what was happening around him though not in the best way.

What people saw was the Cale that his situation had forced him to become. Someone that wouldn't be forgotten even if it was for all of the wrong reasons. What you saw was the Cale that was vulnerable and scared of being left behind. Someone that you wouldn't leave behind. Someone that you had come to care for a lot more than you anticipated.

That was the most surprising thing that happened.

It was why you would glare so hatefully at Deruth whenever you would see him, because, as much as you hated him before, you hated him more now.

It was why you would go out of your way to prevent any bar fights that Cale would get into, sustaining though not of the intention of any party, a few mild injuries in the process.

It was why you didn't mind getting hurt if it meant taking a weight off of his conscience.

It was why it bothered you so much to see him hurt when you'd been unable to stop him fast enough though these times were far and few.

It was why, as the day that Kim Rok Soo was going to transmigrate dawned closer, you got more antsy. You wanted to be around Cale as much as possible.

You didn't want him to leave. You couldn't let him go so easily. You wanted him to stay.

It was why, when Kim Rok Soo woke up on that morning as Cale Henituse, you avoided the room as much as you could.

You did the bare minimum as his maid. You didn't annoy Beacrox into letting you make Cale breakfast because that wasn't your Cale. You didn't insist that Ron let you help Cale choose what to wear because it wasn't your Cale.

He wasn't your Cale. He wasn't the Cale that you had come to get to know in those two years. He wasn't the Cale that you shared so many memories, both sweet and somewhat concerning, with. He wasn't your Cale and, as you watched him, the man that you had initially been so excited to meet, leave to go to the tree, you found yourself wishing that your Cale was back.

You wanted to see him smirk and make a comment to fluster you when you complimented how he looked in the clothes that you picked out. You wanted him to complain about the fact that you gave him lemon tea but drink it anyways. You wanted to hear him complain about Ron and Beacrox or Hans or Deruth. You wanted to talk to him again.

You missed your Cale.

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[calehenituse-brainrot]

Coffee Stains

OG!Muscle Daddy Kim Rok Soo x Reader

Everyone genuinely feels like this hostile(?) atmosphere between Team Leader Kim Rok Soo and [Name] [Last Name] is going to last forever.

@calesleftboob as promised, i put muscle daddy krs there lol

i genuinely just want to write smut because of lily. we talked on twt too much about of krs and we strayed away from god's light with every message. so...

@bomiflower , as we have discussed...

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT BELOW. SMUTTTT. also KRS is ooc because i just want to write some action for him.

btw i'm gonna be out the whole day and wont be able to see everyone's messages after this🥲

"You should start on those, you know."

Everyone in the room immediately turned to look at Kim Rok Soo after hearing his voice. They see him walking past your desk as you sat there, sipping your coffee calmly while a stack of papers sitting on your desk.

"Get your nose out of my business, Rok Soo," you replied, not even turning around to face the man, keeping your eyes on the papers in front of you as if someone would snatch a handful of them at any moment.

Kim Rok Soo glanced back at you before continue walking to the break room, most likely going in to make himself some tea so he can enjoy it while working himself.

Everyone quietly went back to their respective work after seeing the two of you continue yours instead of immediately having a banter like usual.

Everyone had always wondered what exactly caused a rift to appear between you and the man, but you never disclosed anything personal to anyone and Kim Rok Soo himself always avoids talking about you in detail.

Kim Rok Soo never showed any hostility to you — it had always been your attitude that will incite some sort of chaos in the office, but never to the point that everyone else will be bothered by it. Everyone is baffled with your attitude towards the man considering you had always been someone kind.

Meanwhile, Kim Rok Soo had always been someone to look out for others, you yourself included despite not being his subordinate, but your attitude perhaps got even more hostile whenever he does.

'Well, she probably hates me,' he thought, heating up some water. 'I still don't know why, though.'

There was a reason why Kim Rok Soo was looking out for you.

You had been one of the people who were close with Lee Soo Hyuk, having been one of the people he saved before being assigned to a different team.

Despite being on a different team, you were always hanging out with the three of them, though you were distant with Kim Rok Soo due to his indifferent nature.

When the two died, you had been there beside him with a tired expression on your face, still wet with tears you had shed when you had been alone.

When he had looked at you that day, you returned his stare for a couple of seconds before looking back to the frames of Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo.

"I'm sorry."

He remembered saying those words to you once everyone had left. You stayed with him until late at night at the office even though you were tired and light-headed.

He was apologizing for returning alone.

You had glanced at him for a moment and clicked your tongue.

"What are you saying sorry? There's nothing to feel sorry for," you mumbled. "Being alive isn't a sin."

Kim Rok Soo remembered those words, storing them in his records along with so many images of you whenever you return injured from a hunt, apologizing to family members during the funerals of your deceased team members, and the way you'd slump on your desk whenever a hunt has gone wrong.

"They won't be happy to hear you say such a thing," you continued, packing up Choi Jung Soo's things. "Lift your chin up and just stay alive to remember them."

"Let's..." You heaved out a sigh. "Let's stay alive for them. To remember them."

Kim Rok Soo remembers your defeated face as you spoke those words. You didn't sound upbeat and positive — why would you? The people you both look up to had died — but instead, you sounded like being alive is the only choice you had now.

Which wasn't exactly wrong.

"You shouldn't forget to live for yourself, you know."

You flinched a bit at his voice, finally hearing him say a full sentence for the first time that day. Closing the box that were full of Choi Jung Soo's things, you smiled at him.

"I won't."

That was perhaps the last proper conversation that the two of you had after the two's deaths.

Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo had been the people that connected you and Kim Rok Soo together, though even when they were still alive, you and Rok Soo weren't close but not like this.

When they died, you strayed further away from him.

'Well, I can't force things,' Kim Rok Soo thought, pouring his tea into a mug he had taken out of a cupboard.

Though he may have seemed like he was brushing this issue like dust, he wasn't.

He was quite... disturbed with the fact that you hated him. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth every time he thought of it.

Lee Soo Hyuk had introduced you to Kim Rok Soo and asked the two of you to be friendly with each other since the two of you were around the same age.

You were a part of Kim Rok Soo's world when things were slightly better back then despite the two of you being distant with each other at that time. Either way, it didn't change the fact that he had lost so much people from that time and you were perhaps the last one to remain.

Seeing you so easily brush him away made him feel a bit bitter.

Watching you by the sidelines as you began to grow into an amazing individual — not that you weren't amazing before — was something he had choose to do as you no longer allow people from the past to get through you.

"Do you think Team Leader [Name] is single?"

Kim Rok Soo stopped stirring his tea for a moment

"Damn, you too?"

Kim Rok Soo glanced at the two men walking into the break room, both of them looking for food in the fridge as Kim Rok Soo focuses on his mug.

The one who had asked about whether you were single or not let out a laugh. "I mean, she's quite pretty, isn't she?"

Kim Rok Soo went back to stirring his tea. 'That's true.'

Beside being an outstanding individual, you were known for your mature and kind disposition to others — Kim Rok Soo not included — and those qualities of yours made you appear more physically appealing to everyone.

"I didn't know you liked older women."

"You have to try it out, man. They got so much more experience—"

Kim Rok Soo pulled out the spoon he was using and used it to click the rim of his mug several times, making sure the clink was as loud as it can be.

"Since when did the break room become a locker?" he asked out loud without turning his head, licking his spoon, and tasting the sweet tea. "What's with the locker room talk?"

"T-Team Leader—"

Kim Rok Soo turned around with his mug of tea in hand. "Next time, don't share your thoughts out loud. They're disturbing. Have some respect."

The tall man walked out of the break room and when he was about to turn to his desk, he bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry—"

You stood in front of him, your button-up now drenched with a dark liquid that most likely came from the mug of coffee you were holding in your hand. You looked up at him, the frown on your face as you stared at him made him think you were going to tear him apart.

You turned around and walked away from him and he froze a bit, thinking about what he should do. You were angry at him and while he does not want to face your wrath, he knows he shouldn't just leave you be and not take responsibility.

'She'll probably hate me even more if I did that,' he thought. And then cursed when the realization hit him.

"Shit," he murmured, hurrying over to his desk and placing his mug down.

Everyone eyed the man as he cleaned up his desk as quickly as he could before he followed you down to the hall.

"[Name]," he called for you, seeing you walk hurriedly. "[Name]."

"You've done enough damage, Rok Soo," you gritted out. "Asshole."

For a moment, Kim Rok Soo was so shocked that he could've swore his brain stopped circuiting for a moment. He had known you for years and he had never once heard you cussed someone out with such distaste.

He questioned whether or not this much hatred you have for him was normal. How did he accept such an attitude when he had done nothing wrong to you?

He rushed over to you, grabbing you by the shoulder. "[Name]."

"Let me go, assh—"

You shut up when Kim Rok Soo pushed your shoulder and your back immediately hit the wall. His face was stoic and he looked down at you. "Was that necessary?"

"What?" You questioned. "Calling you an asshole?"

Kim Rok Soo frowned a bit. What had he ever done to you to invite this type of dislike from you? He usually would brush things off easily whenever people would call him names, but he can't stand it when it's from you.

"God, I nearly had a heart attack when I realized he was there, too."

Both you and Kim Rok Soo snapped up, hearing the same voice from the break room from the end of the hall. Kim Rok Soo looks around the hall for a moment and when his eyes landed on the door not far from the two of you, he grabbed your arm.

"What the—"

He opened the door and pulled you into the small room. He shuts the door as quietly as he could while you're frowning at him.

"What the hell? What did you do that for?" You asked, watching as the dark-haired man runs a hand through his hair before he turned to you.

"We're settling this for once and for all," he told you. "What did I do wrong?"

Your frown turned into a look of confusion. You gestured to the coffee stains on your shirt and then spoke with clear confusion, "You made me spill my coffee–?"

"No," he cuts you off. "No, that's not what I'm talking about."

You closed your mouth, now realizing what he was talking about.

"We've known each other for years and I can't recall a time where I've ever done something so horrid to you that would have you hate me this much," he started. "Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. I want this hostile atmosphere between us to be over."

You stared at him for a few moments and then shake your head. "You're crazy. Let me out."

"[Name], I'm serious."

You stared at his reddish-brown eyes and his expression. He had always looked stoic, but the aura he was exuding this time was stifling. You looked around the room and hugged yourself, noticing that he had shoved you into a cramped janitor closet.

"Why did you pull me here...?" You complained instead of answering him, leaning back to the wall. "Gosh, was this really needed?"

"Yes," he answered you with no hesitation. "Tell me."

"Can't I change first?"

Kim Rok Soo suppressed the urge to let out a groan. He approached you quickly, considering his long legs and how cramped the closet was. When you're both nearly chest to chest, you looked up at him.

He stared into your [e/c] eyes. "You're not leaving until I get my answer."

The two of you held eye contact for a while and Kim Rok Soo tries to dig into his records to see whether or not has he seen you this close. He could smell the smell of the bitter black coffee that had stained your shirt and the faint smell of jasmine, most likely from your shampoo or soap.

He can feel how warm your body was despite not touching it.

"Fuck." You rubbed your face, averting your eyes first from the intense eye contact. He watched you seem to contemplate something before you lowered your hand and look back at him.

"You want your answer, right?" You asked him. He nodded silently.

"Fuck you, Rok Soo."

You stood on your tiptoes and placed a hand on his chest, leaning forward so your noses touch. Your other hand placed itself on the back of Kim Rok Soo's head and pushed it down so your lips can finally reach his.

You closed your lips as you moved your lips against his slightly chapped ones, tilting your head to the side and pressing your body to his.

You immediately pulled away and let go of him. "There you go, asshole."

Kim Rok Soo's eyes widened as he stared at you, his lips slightly apart. What the fuck?

Your face reddens and you immediately regretted what you had done in the heat of the moment. "Now let me leave."

You walked to the door and when you were about to turn the handle, Kim Rok Soo spoke, "Are you kidding me?"

He turned around to look at you with a disbelieving look on his handsome face. "[Name], are you fucking kidding me?"

"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, letting go of the door handle. "I-I got too carried away! You can press charges if you want or whatever. I'll take the responsibility—"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? How does this answer my question?" He asked you again. "[Name], what the fuck was that?"

You stared at him, face red and [e/c] eyes swirling with bitterness. "I like you, you dumb asshole! Have been for the last few years!"

Kim Rok Soo nearly had a whiplash from how hard he had shaken his head out of shock. "What the fuck? But you hated me."

"Yeah, because you're an unapproachable bastard," you defended yourself. "I can't get close to you because you're literally so distant. I hated you because of all people to like, I somehow chose you."

"That--" Kim Rok Soo stopped talking for a moment and then let out a big sigh.

What the fuck? So you've liked him all this time? Was he blind all this time or did you just cover it up really nicely by hating him? More importantly, what does he feel about this situation?

Oddly enough, he doesn't mind it. It's a good boost for his confidence because he had always thought he was an average Korean man and to be liked by you felt like quite the compliment.

But does he return your feelings?

You who had turned quiet and were only looking at him waited patiently for his next words.

"[Name]," he finally spoke. "Can I try something?"

You blinked, a bit apprehensive. "Try what?"

Kim Rok Soo leaned toward you and you froze. What was he doing?

He raised one hand to cup your jaw and lean down to your face. He glanced at your eyes for a moment and his thumb caressed your face, asking for permission. You gulped and nodded.

Kim Rok Soo gently placed his lips on top of yours, moving them slowly against yours. Despite you tasting like the bitter coffee you had earlier, he does not pull away. Having your lips against his felt good and when he pulled you closer by your waist, he can feel the pounding of your heart and his own.

As corny as it was, Kim Rok Soo could feel it.

Sparks.

He could feel sparks as he brushes his lips against yours. The smell of roses from you was almost intoxicating and your lips were impossibly soft against his. Your body feels so perfect against his and he couldn't help but to hold you close and never let you go, craving the warmth of your body.

You placed your hands on his shoulder before slowly wrapping them around his scarred neck, returning his gentle kiss with your eyes closed. You press yourself against him, tugging at the hair at the base of his neck and then feeling his big hand squeezing your hip.

"Fuck," you murmured against his lips. Kim Rok Soo opened his eyes a bit -- when did he close them? -- to look at you. He can see your closed eyes and flushed face as you kiss him fervently.

When you bite onto his lips, he pulled away but he kept his arm around you to make sure you stay in your place. You opened your eyes, dazed and confused. "Wh-what's wrong?"

"I can't believe you acted that way because you liked me," he murmured, brushing his lips against your cheek and temple. "You could've just told me instead of making me think I did something wrong."

He gave you no chance to reply as he went back to kissing you. He squeezed your hips and then moved them to your back, pulling you closer to him. He traces his tongue along your lips and gently nibbles on your lower lip.

You opened your mouth, letting his tongue probe into your mouth. You let out a strangled moan when the tip of his tongue swirled around yours and Kim Rok Soo held you tighter when your knees nearly gave out from the stimulation.

He pushed you against the wall, causing a broom to fall over. He accidentally stepped on the broom, the wooden handle breaking underneath his weight. "Oh, fuck."

"Fuck that," you told him, pulling him to you again and opening your mouth for him. He kicked away the broken broom and shoved his tongue into you, beginning to explore your mouth using his tongue.

"R-Rok Soo," you whimpered, words slurring as Kim Rok Soo kept on swirling his tongue with yours. You sucked on his tongue gently and heard him let out a groan.

He pulled away from your mouth for a bit, kissing your lips once before going down to your jawline. You gripped at his shoulder, throwing your head back to give him more access.

"H-hah," you huffed as Kim Rok Soo kisses a spot underneath your ear. He placed light kisses here and there before his tongue began to lick up several spots that had you writhing a bit in his arms.

"Rok Soo," you called for him, feeling his tongue swirl on a spot before he placed his lips on it, sucking and nibbling on your skin. "Hahh, fuck."

"Mhm." The man hummed on your skin, hands going up to your ribs. "Can I touch you here?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Yes, please."

You used one hand to start unbuttoning your stained shirt, sighing in relief when Kim Rok Soo helped you to take off the sticky shirt completely.

Your hands went to your back, taking off the clasp of the bra you had on and letting him tug the straps from your shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor. He stared at your naked chest and placed his large hand on the underside of your breast, massaging them gently.

You bit your lip when his coarse fingertips pinched on your nipple, pulling and rolling them to his heart's content.

"I can kiss them, right?" He murmured, lips pressed against your cheek and placing soft kisses every now and then. You nod your head, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh when you feel him grind his bulge against your damp pussy. "P-please do whatever you want."

Kim Rok Soo kissed your jaw lovingly. "I won't disappoint you, Team Leader."

He lowered his lips to your breast, wrapping his lips against your nipple and sucking on them as his other hand is busy massaging your other tit. You run a hand through his hair when you feel his tongue swirling around your nipple before he caught it with his teeth, pulling on them which resulted in you hissing.

He'd move his lips around your areola, kissing and sucking on the soft skin there to leave hickeys that no one would ever see. As he switched to the other breast, your hand went down to his crotch, palming the growing bulge he had.

"F-fuck." He bit onto a spot on your breast, sucking on them before pulling away to look down at you.

"I want you," you murmured, staring at him with lust-filled [e/c] pools, one hand palming him and the other one pulling on his belt. "I want you in my mouth. Can't I do that?"

Kim Rok Soo's face reddens hearing you speak like that. He let out a shaky breath before kissing you again, his hand going down to take off his belt. He pulled down his pants and you tugged on his boxer briefs, pulling them down. You flinched when his cock sprung out, semi-hard but its size already intimidating you.

"Y-you're big," you blurted out, looking down at his erection with wide eyes. You gulped a bit, trying to imagine what it would be like to have him inside of you.

"Not your thing?" Kim Rok Soo asked in a low voice, kissing your jaw and making more hickeys around your neck.

"Bastard," you mumbled, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and began pumping them.

"Hahh, shit," he groaned out against your neck, frowning as he suppressed the loud groans that were about to leave his lips. He bit onto your shoulder as your hand began to quicken its pace until he was hard and a bit of pre-cum leaking out of his slit.

You kissed his neck before kneeling down in front of him. Kim Rok Soo looked down at you, topless and covered with hickeys and his saliva. He activated his Records, keeping this image forever ingrained in his mind.

His eyes went from your bruised lips, your neck that had a slight sheen from his saliva and covered with hickeys, your naked chest that was moving up and down, and your fingers around his cock.

You kissed the tip of his cock as he tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ears. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth and wrapped those pretty lips around the mushroom head. Kim Rok Soo lets out a grunt and as much as he wants to throw his head back and close his eyes to enjoy the moment, he couldn't.

He kept his eyes on you as you kept yours on him, recording every second of this moment.

You moved your tongue up and down his slit which had his breath hitch before you swirl your tongue around the head. Kim Rok Soo placed his hand to the back of your head, pushing your head to take more of him.

You let out a moan as you slobber all over him, fucking your throat with his cock. You'd pull back a few times to take a breath and the way Kim Rok Soo would cup your face with his palm and caress your jaw with his thumb had you eager to continue.

He watched as you rub your flushed face against his cock with a hazy smile, his body running hot as he records that image. That alone had him nearly coming and he let out a groan when your hands came up to massage his balls.

He places both hands into the back of your head and moved his hips while also guiding you down on him, fucking your throat slow and deep. His breath labored and he grunts when he could feel your saliva running down to his boxers.

He lets out a snarl as he fights to keep his eyes open and trained on you, his lashes nearly fluttering close when he felt your throat spasming around him in tight, wet heaving gulps. He bit his lips, reminding himself that the two of you were still in the office and were going at it in the janitor's closet.

Tears started appearing in your eyes and running down your cheek. Your hands stopped massaging his balls and instead were gripping at his muscled thighs. When he came, he grinds his hips deeper into your throat, spurting hot fluid down your throat and you swallowed every single drop.

"Ohh, fuck," he cursed as he feels you swallow, throat moving around his cock.

When he finally lets you go and you pulled away from his cock, you wiped your mouth that was slobbering with saliva and some of his cum. You looked up at him, watching him take deep breaths to control his breathing.

"S-shit," he cursed again, gathering himself to try and not jump on you immediately. "Come and give me a kiss, pretty."

Your face reddens and your eyes twinkle at the nickname. You do as he said, kissing him with a smile on your face. When you pulled away, his hand dug into his back pocket and took out a handkerchief.

You looked at his face as he wiped the tears and saliva away from your face, his hand touching your jaw as he does so.

"Did I do good?" You asked and Kim Rok Soo frowned, "Why are you asking? Of course, you did. I'd like to pay you back for it."

You gave him a smile, unbuttoning your pants and leaning to the wall. You let them fall to the floor along with your underwear before stepping out of them, watching Kim Rok Soo kneeling down and looking up at you.

"Put your leg here, baby," he said, moving your left leg to dangle over his shoulder.

You let out the sweetest sigh Kim Rok Soo had ever heard when he kisses your leaking pussy. He hums, running a thick finger through your sopping wet folds. You covered your own mouth and Kim Rok Soo thought to himself that it was a damn shame the two of you weren't in his apartment right now where he could make you scream and turn you into a mess.

He kissed your thigh before pushing his face against your pussy, tongue pressing against your clit and finger slipping into your cunt. You let out a yelp and could feel the twitch of his lips moving upwards before he began to flick his tongue against your clit.

"O-oh, Rok Soo," you murmured warmly, running a hand through his hair as he looks up at you, Record working as he memorized your expression. "Oh, please, please, please..."

Kim Rok Soo opened his mouth, gliding his tongue along your folds before sucking your clit. You gripped at his hair, letting out a quiet moan when he nibbled on your clit and pulled on it.

"R-Rok Soo, I'm gonna cum," you mewled, feeling another digit of his finger entering you before the began to pump them in and out -- his other hand gripping at your hip.

He laps at your arousal, lips moving against your folds as he ate you out like a starved animal. His tongue was exploring your cunt, fervently savoring the taste of you as he pumps his fingers in and out to push out more of your slick, groaning in approval when you began to squirm underneath his grip.

When he slid his tongue down your slit and wrapped his lips around your cunt, your knees nearly gave up on you. "Rok Soo, baby, ohh..."

You feel his tongue swirling around your hole and nearly missed the heavy breaths he was letting out as he does so. You arched your back as you lean to the wall while Kim Rok Soo continued his onslaught on your cunt. His skin felt hot against yours and with every movement of his tongue against your cunt, you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

You nearly let out a yelp when he pushes his tongue inside of you, the wet muscle lapping at your insides. Your legs were trembling and when Kim Rok Soo's thumb began to circle your clit, you eventually tip over the edge and came, letting out a low whine as your body twitch underneath his hold.

He lapped up your cum, letting out a low growl as he continued licking and sucking on your cunt as you squirmed. "R-Rok Soo, stop..."

He wrapped his lips against your clit and licked up the length of your slit before pulling away from you, a string of your cum connecting his lips and your cunt. He licked his lips, staring up at you who were trying to breathe properly. He kissed your thigh, rubbing your shaky thigh as you try to gather your bearings.

"You okay?" He asked you.

You nodded, gulping. "Y-yes."

He removed your leg from his shoulder, standing up to his full height. He buried his face to your neck, placing butterfly kisses there. You leaned to him, nuzzling your cheek to his jaw and humming as he lift your leg again, pushing his erect cock against your cunt.

"You smell nice," Kim Roo Soo commented, letting your cunt coat his cock with your slick.

You wrapped a hand around his shoulders, humming. "I smell like sex and sweat, Rok Soo."

"Mhm, exactly why I said that." He kissed your jaw. He pulled away from tou before pushing his cock into you.

You gasped, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his thick cock filled you up. His broad chest was pressed against your tits as he pushed into you. You could feel him up to your stomach and the stretch was borderline painful, his tip continuously pressing to your G-spot.

"Y-you're 's big," you slurred, mewling when Kim Rok Soo began to move his hips.

"Ssh, don't let the others hear you," he murmured, picking you up by your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You placed your hand on his shoulders, throwing your head back and letting him to kiss your neck.

He grabs you by your ass, guiding you to move on his cock as he kiss and suck on your neck. You can feel every bulging vein he had on his cock and the slight curve on his dick made it much more pleasurable.

"R-Rok Soo—!" You moaned out and immediately swallowed your words when he slammed you to the wall, one hand leaving your ass to cover your mouth.

"Ssh," he shushes you, now his hips moving to fuck his cock into your cunt. "They'll hear you."

"Let's get this done quick," he added, pressing his hand to your mouth more before he moved his hips quickly, pumping his cock in and out of you in a pace that had you squirming and writhing, pain and pleasure mixed into something that has you curling your toes and tears running down your cheeks, wetting his hand.

"R-Rok Soo—" You slurred underneath his palm, sniffling as he fucks your pussy, the sound of skin meeting skin everytime his crotch meet yours only driving you to the edge, more slick dripping out of you and wetting his boxer briefs.

"F-fuck—" Kim Rok Soo nearly let out a whine when your walls throbs around him, sucking him in the best they could despite being so slippery due to your previous endeavours. "You're so warm, [Name], so good for me."

"You like to be filled with my cock, right?" He continued, hand still covering your mouth. You feel your abdomen began to contract, something pooling to the bottom of your stomach, ready to burst.

"You like it when I fuck you like this, yeah?" He murmured, voice husky and breathy, his cock pumping in and out of your slippery hole. "Maybe I should just let you scream for me here. Let those guys know I'm fucking you inside some old closet. What do you think, huh?"

You shook your head, moans muffled underneath his palm. Your legs were trembling and when you came, your whole body limps on top of Kim Rok Soo.

"Done already?" He questioned you, hips still moving and you whine, the overstimulation stinging and your abdomen quickly contract again. "One more time for me, baby."

Despite still being muffled, you still spoke. "R-Rok Soo, please, I'm going to—"

You let out a gasp when Kim Rok Soo slammed his hips to you as hard as he could and you immediately came again, squirting a bit when you did so..

"Come on, come on," he murmured, quickening his pace. "Give me more, [Name]."

"Rok Soo—!" You mewled, helpless as he try to chase his own release.

"Fuck, I'm close, [Name]," he grunted, pressing himself closer to you, a ring of white now gathering at the base of his cock and some of your fluids running down his balls. He removed his hand and placed them back on your ass, guiding you to his cock as deep as he could. "Can — hahhh, shit, shit — can I come in you?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, nodding your head. Kim Rok Soo slapped your ass and you gasped at the sting. "Use your words, [Name]. Can I come in you?"

"P-please," You moaned, sniffling as you buried your nails into his shoulders. "Please come in me."

Kim Rok Soo groaned at your words. "Give me a kiss, pretty."

You pressed your lips to his, dazed and delirious. Kim Rok Soo quickens his pace as he shared a heated kiss with you, swallowing your moans and whines as you began to twitch and tremble.

"Mhmm, ahh, Rok Soo," you moaned against his lips. "I'm coming, please, please—"

"With me, [Name]," he whispered. "Come with me. You can do it."

You curled your toes when you felt the pressure on your abdomen began to build up higher and higher. When you finally came, you felt Kim Rok Soo bursting into you.

"Ahh, hahh," he huffed, slowing his pace before he completely stop.

You fell limp within his hold, head on his broad shoulder. "R-Rok Soo..."

"Sshhh," he murmured, pulling out of you slowly and letting his cock out, covered with both of your cum.

Your cunt began to leak out your mixed fluids and dripped down to the floor. "Fuck," you murmured. "I don't think I can walk."

Kim Rok Soo gulped and let out a quiet chuckle. "Fuck."

[tocalehenitusethatmf]

Lady Henituse | I

— pairing » Cale Henituse x OC/Reader

— summary » Kim Rok Soo didn’t expect to wake up at someone gently combing their fingers through his hair. But no matter how tempting it was to succumb to it, he can’t. Because Kim Rok Soo definitely remembers that there isn’t anyone who would do this to him.

— warnings » none, i think.

Masterpost

Prologue

Kim Rok Soo didn’t expect to wake up at someone gently combing their fingers through his hair. He could feel their soft fingers brushing through his hair, sometimes even brushing past his forehead and his eyelids. It was silent. There was no noise aside from what he could hear—is the turning pages of a book. He concluded that whoever was touching him, is probably reading a book. He won’t deny it’s not relaxing, and as much as Rok Soo wants to succumb his self to the feeling, he knew he can’t.

Because Kim Rok Soo definitely remembers that there isn’t anyone who would do this to him.

And opening his eyes, Kim Rok Soo is met with a woman. Sitting on the bed, reading a book on her lap while using her hand to turn the pages and her other hand on his hair.

She’s beautiful.

And the scene itself is ethereal.

And as if feeling his stare, the woman turned her head to look at him.

Ruby pink eyes.

Silver hair.

Kim Rok Soo literally felt himself turn blind at the beaming smile the woman in front of him gave. Much more, it seemed that flowers were blooming behind her—or was he just imagining it?

As Kim Rok Soo stared blankly at her, a little out of it, he felt a finger poking his arm. Shifting his eyes, he met eye to eye with her before she started..drawing.? Something on his arm—to which Kim Rok Soo instantly noticed are words. Not korean, not english, not words that he knows are from his world.

[Young master, are you okay?]

She signed to him, staring up at him worriedly. Concern evident in her features and Kim Rok Soo wondered who she is.

‘Wait.’

‘Young master?’

Kim Rok Soo blankly looked at the female in front of him, he could see past the woman that there was a mirror, he could see the silver hair adorning the woman’s back elegantly, and he could see a red haired handsome man staring back at him. Kim Rok Soo concluded that that man is him.

“Young..master.?” He could see a glint pass by the woman’s eyes—something unknown.

[Yes. Do you have a hangover, Young Master Cale?]

‘Cale?’

“Cale?” He voiced out his thoughts. Cale could see the woman before him smile beamingly before sporting a playful grin, [Yes. You are the Eldest son of the Henituse County, Cale Henituse. Does that ring a bell, Young Master?]

‘Cale.. Henituse..’

He remembers that name.

“Ron..” He blurted out, he felt his surroundings turning dark as he started to feel dizzy. Bringing a hand to his head as a groan escaped his lips, he saw something shine on his ring finger on his left hand.

A… ring?

Cale felt his mind go blank as he looked towards the woman at his side, seeing a similar looking ring sitting on her left hand’s ring finger.

‘Huh…’

‘So I’m married.’

‘No.’

‘More like, Cale Henituse is married.’

His eyes then went sharp, ‘this wasn’t in the book.’

[Ron?] He felt her finger glide up on his arm as she tilted his head, [What about Ron?]

“Beacrox..”

[Mhm.] She nodded, [Are you perhaps hungry? Beacrox’s cooking is delicious.]

And that further confirmed his thoughts.

He’s certain.

Cale Henituse. Ron. Beacrox.

They were characters that appeared at the beginning of [The Birth of a Hero], the novel that he was reading before he fell asleep last night.

‘And she…’

He turned to look at the smiling woman beside him, there was a small tilt to her head.

‘Didn’t exist.’

Okay.

Cale has a theory.

One, the woman- which he later knew her name was Isabella Henituse— his.. wife— is another transmigrator like him. He’s seen those novels where the mc transmigrated as someone who wasn’t in the original novel and proceeded to make that world their own. The usual mc stuff.

And two, this world, is an alternate universe or a parallel universe of [The Birth of a Hero].

He didn’t know how or why she existed in theory number two, but that was all he had. For now.

‘But..’

‘It still looks normal.’

‘I guess Cale hasn’t been beaten to a pulp by the main character just yet.’

He looked at himself through the mirror, he man in the mirror had red hair and a pretty fit body. It wouldn’t be wrong to say he had a body that would make any style look good.

“I really am Cale.”

His handsome face caught his attention.

He had become Cale Henituse when he opened his eyes.

Cale Henituse. The trash who was beaten to a pulp by the main character in the beginning of [The Birth of a Hero]. That was who he was.

He transmigrated in [The Birth of a Hero].

“Well, it’s not like there’s much I’ll miss.”

His life as Kim Rok Soo. There really wasn’t much to it. He was an orphan and didn’t have much money. He also didn’t have a person he loved to death, nor a friend he would give his life to save. He only continued to live because he could not die.

Yes, he could not die.

He completely hated the thought of death or pain. He became an orphan after both of his parents passed away from a car accident when he was little.

He didn’t like pain or death. No matter what it was, even if he was rolling in a pile of dog shit, it was still better than being dead.

After all, the one who couldn’t forget must protect oneself, no?

‘I need to make sure I don’t get beaten up.’

Cale did not know what day it was in the novel right now, but he was sure that he had not met with the main character just yet. The reason was simple.

‘I don’t have the scar on my side.’

Cale Henituse, the trash of Count Henituse’s family. A few days before meeting the main character, Cale was drinking and causing a ruckus. He was flinging things around and got stabbed on his side by a broken desk leg, resulting in the scar.

‘What an interesting character.’

He didn’t get the scar from fighting someone else. He got it because he got angry that the alcohol didn’t taste good and threw a tantrum. He meets the main character after he gets the scar, and, after a short discussion, he gets beaten to a pulp.

“Mm.” Cale crossed his arms and started to think. He did not know what happened to Cale after getting beaten to a pulp in volume 1. All he knew was that the main character, Choi Han, has many fateful encounters and overcomes a lot of trials to grow into a hero along with his party members.

Thus the era for him to prove that he is a hero will begin. The Roan Kingdom that Cale currently lives in, as well as many other locations in the Eastern and Western continents, will be filled with war. It truly will turn into the time for the heroes to show their full potential.

Cale started to frown. Kim Rok Soo, the man who became Cale. His life motto was pretty simple.

Living long without pain.

Enjoying the small joys of life.

Living a peaceful life.

Live a slacker rich life.

“... As long as I make the story proceed like normal while taking out the fact that I get beaten up, the main character will take care of the rest.” For some odd reason, he could recall every single line in the book without any issue. Cale relaxed in the warm water while coming to a final conclusion with his now clear head.

“It’s worth trying.”

‘But for now..’ Cale had a small frown on his face as his expressions seems troubled, ‘I’m a husband?’ He looked at his ring. It was shining.

‘Well..’

“Might as well perform my duties.” If his thoughts are correct, then it shouldn’t be hard.

“Lady Isabella.”

[I told you to just call me Bella, Grampa Ron] Isabella huffed slightly as she pouts at the older man.

Ron chuckled, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he read the words on her board. “I believe I mustn’t do that for I am a mere servant, My Lady.” He bowed.

‘Servant..’

[You know you’re far from a servant Ron.]

There was two meanings there, Ron knew.

But nonetheless, he gave a benign smile and bowed in response, “Thank you, My Lady.”

Ron then proceeded to walk to the bathroom door, and knocked. “Young Master, are you done?”

‘Well…’

‘It’s starting.’

Isabella had a distant look to her face as she looked out the window. The faint sound of Cale and Ron’s conversation flowing mindlessly.

‘The Trash of the Count’s Family, that is.’

A peak of the past

Isabella blankly stared at the piece of paper given to her by her husband. A cheque. She looked up at him in wonder, Isabella was sure that if people were to ever pass by and look at her they’d probably see imaginary question marks floating above her head.

Her husband merely clicked his tongue as his usual arrogant expression seemed to tinge with annoyance for a second, “You’re my wife. You’re a Henituse now. It’s only right that you have that much.” He grumbled, saying something along the lines of ‘not being enough’ and ‘i should’ve brought out the card’. Isabella looked down on the paper between her fingers, a superb amount of money was written under her husband’s name and to be transferred to her.

“Do you not want it?” She snapped out of her thoughts at Cale’s question. Widened eyes looking at before as if registering his question, quickly shook her head and made the action to give back the cheque. Using her other hand, Isabella wrote on her husband’s arm, [I don’t want it].

Cale stared blankly at his wife, wishing he has alcohol. He sighs, hand ruffling his hair before staring at his wife. As Cale surveyed her, the more assured he is. His wife doesn’t seem to want the cheque. ‘Really.. how troublesome.’

And when Cale looked at his wife, his expression was stern, his tone spoke no room for arguments. “You’ll need it. And as a Henituse, no wife of mine will be penniless.” And with that, 16 years-old Cale Henituse turned around and left. Leaving behind a dumbfounded look on his wife’s face.

[illusionsofdreaming]

i miss og!cale

You sat by the hill that overlooked the courtyard you frequented as a kid. Your eyes were drawn towards the cherry tree that stood by the corner, fondly recalling memories of planting a fragile sapling that have now grown healthily into the formidable form it has today.

“You’re really leaving.”

You turned your head to the side, squinting against the bright sunlight to find his familiar form standing close.

Instead of answering, you patted the ground beside you and he sat down wordlessly.

You watched the scenery before you for a while before he broke the silence once more.

“Why?”

You looked over at his somber expression, brows pinched together as he watched you. You smiled gently.

“Probably the food?” you said lightly and only half jokingly, knowing ‘he’ wouldn’t see the morbid irony behind it. You thought back to the picnic you had a few days ago, when he handed you homemade sandwiches, carefully cut into adorable shapes. The kids and others spent much time preparing for the outing and he had been kind enough to invite you along, unknowingly handing you what was akin to poison for someone who’s allergic to wheat like you.

Perhaps you’d known all along. That ‘he’ was not him and hasn’t been for a long time.

You turned your gaze back towards the courtyard you spent many hours of your childhood running around. “He’s not coming back is he?”

A breath of silence confirmed what you already knew. A wry smile scratched itself across your face as your heart broke anew.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” you closed your eyes. It’s not ‘his’ fault, someone who tried to make the best of his situation and was doing so much for this world. ‘He’ could’ve abandoned everything upon realising his situation but instead he’d tried to salvage the ruins and pick up the pieces. Still, something picked at the back of your mind, “Is he…”

There was a soft sigh, “He’s happy there.”

“That’s good.” you could only manage. Something heavy and large filling up your throat. You’re glad he’s happier there but you won’t deny that some part of you raged and despaired that you weren’t enough to bring him back, that you weren’t a good enough reason to stay.

“I’m sorry.” he repeated again and you could hear the frustration within his tone. Directed at his own powerlessness at the situation. In this, they are very much alike.

You opened your eyes, the blue skies filled your vision as you inhaled deeply. “It’s hard for me to accept it now but that’s his choice.”

“and I’ve made mine.” you reached out to hold his hand and stood up.

“It’s been a long dream.” you allowed yourself to smile, it was painful, it was broken but it lifted the burden that weighed you down for too long. The restraints that have been threatening to suffocate you snapped off thread by thread and for the first time in a long while, it became easier for you to breathe. You turned to meet his conflicted expression, familiar in the shapes and angles that’s your Cale and yet not really at all.

Before you left, you bent down to brush a kiss on his forehead, a final act of selfishness. “Thank you for everything.” you whispered to him.

For all the good and bad, for all the joy and despair, for the past and now the future.

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It was long after your silhouette had disappeared from the horizons and the sun began to dip did he finally unfurled his fist. Nestled in his palm, a silver ring that once meant a promise between two people, now worlds apart, reflected the day’s last rays up at him.

Notes: I said I would write competitive hand holding next but this came out of nowhere and blindsided me like-

Ft: Cale (KRS)

[zeraaachan]

when my chrysanthemum go

og! cale henituse x gn! transmigrated! reader

content(s): in which you fell in love with a red chrysanthemum. and everything became meaningful yet meaningless at the same time.

warning(s): spoilers for tcf, angst/no comfort, ooc og! cale, unedited, possible typographical and grammatical errors ahead

author(s) note: i'm not done reading the novel yet but yea, i'm in love with him already. and i don't know how to spell the flower's name for the life of me.

he was never the trash he played spectacularly. he was just a mere actor of an opera meant to protect his family. he was nothing but a count's eldest son, sweet and loving but reckless in his ways, who plays the role of the drunkard trash of the county. sure he drinks, but his mind stays sharp. rough he is with his tongue but his words never meant any harm, at least to the people he cherishes. and had anyone ever saw his cheeks truly bloom? not with the ruddy red of alcohol but with purer emotions? he was adorable, loveable even. the cale henituse you knew was never a trash. he's more than that. he is a thick book with deeper meaning.

the original cale henituse was truly special... to you who entered this fantasy world.

you've been curios from the start even though you haven't read that far in the book. you've always asked if the original cale henituse was truly a trash? what happened to him after the first scenario? was he something deeper, a more dynamic character? someone who played a bigger role instead of a fodder? you've always been curios about the original cale henituse.

and your curiosity was quenched when you had a sipped of what it meant to be in a world with him. to actually meet him.

he laughed with you and dusted your cheeks with the same hue as his hair. and brought you to a garden where he wove a crown of flower for the mane on your head. cale, your cale, took you to places. to where he went when he's at his lowest to the highest peak where he promised you his loyalty in the name of cale henituse. you watched the sunset, of course. it was a classic. he'll prepare a banket on the grass for the two of you to sit and give you delectable foods that the staff prepared. he's a noble after all. you can't expect him to cook but you can expect him to adore you with his reddish brown eyes.

and if he's truly a trash like what the book says, will a trash ever weep for his mother? will a trash bring you to where the biggest portrait of the previous countess hang and tell you stories of her, her dignity and glory, her warmth and affection. will a trash ever have that solemn look in his eyes as he hold your hand and tell you how he misses the person who gave birth to him? and will a trash protect his family? in his own unconventional ways? will a trash ever ruin himself for the sake of others?

and will a trash ever look at you fondly and accept the red chrysanthemum in your hand.

because that's what he do. that's what the cale you know do.

"thank you" a soft smile graced his lips as you gifted him the dainty flower. it's nothing special or grand. you even picked it on a random field. "but why a red chrysanthemum?"

and to that you'll answer.

"in some cultures, red chrysanthemums means love and passion."

you saw him open his mouth and ask why not roses instead which you answered with, "roses have thorns. but you never pricked me even once when i caressed you."

cale immediately closed his mouth after that. a smile made its way to your lips as you continue your monologue.

"your hair," he unconciously touched his red locks, bathed in the setting sun that complimented its radiant color even more. "it reminds me of it. and i love it."

it was true. you love his red hair that often have a rivalry with his cheeks whenever he drink or talk to you. you love his red hair that shines gloriously every morning, when the sun peek at his bedroom's window. you love his red hair that scatters on his white pillow on the most fashionable way. you love his red hair and you love--

"you."

him. you love cale henituse who'll you'll always remember by his red hair that caught your attetion, just like the little red chrysanthemum, on that day on that wide field.

"i'm glad." he finally stated after a flustered moment, cheeks as bright s his locks, and eyes shining with embarassment. he looked away when he noticed your eyes that are still on him. with quick clumsy movements, he looked away and streteched his limbs that got too relaxed from laying with you beneath the sun. he stood up and faced the sun. his clothed back on full display to you, wide and proud and sure of everything.

his shadow that day casted on you.

"i'll also give you red chrysanthemums as soon as we return. better, a garden of it." he proudly said with a cheeky grin once he finally faced you, reminding you once again that he's filthy rich just to do that. he offered his hand to help you stand up and gave you the warmest, brightest, and most loving smile you saw on him. "let's do this again tomorrow."

to which he followed.

"i love you, l/n y/n. for today and tomorrow." he muttered, almost in an oath. "and i'll keep doing it so wait for that red chrysanthemum garden. i'll tell ron tomorrow."

but that tomorrow never came. you became too engrossed with your own fantasy, with your own lovesick novel, that you forgot that none of the two of you are the main characters in the plot. you're not the main couple that fought against everything with love. by the end of the day, the two of you are just another side characters... with unfulfilled dreams and imperfect romance.

and it all came falling down when you saw the calm look in his eyes.

you lost him already.

"i will not get that red chrysanthemum garden, won't i?" you asked broken heartedly, a single streak of tears on your cheek that multiplied when he answered you with a confused look.

you lost him. the flower you saw that day, the flower you loved... bloomed into another flora.

you forgot that chrysanthemums can also mean goodbye.

when my chrysanthemum go

zerake

[tocalehenitusethatmf]

The Way I See You

— pairing » Original Cale Henituse or KRS Cale Henituse x F! Reader

— summary » “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

— genre » angst.

— warnings » none?

— note » a lil something. it's short btw. Can be read with Og! Cale Henituse or Krs! Cale Henituse

—and she looked at him. Lips trembling, glassy eyes from unshed tears as his form became blurry, shaky steps, trembling hands, and as she finally reached him, her legs gave out. Knees slamming down the floor—she was sure there’d be bruises later—shaky hands reaching itself to caress his face—gently, softly as if he’s a fragile being ready to crack, break, and fall to a million pieces. She caressed him with care, thumb brushing against his cheek in a back and forth motion. She looked into his eyes, and ahh—she wants to cry.

Her tears seems ready to fall at any moment if it weren’t for the tired yet gentle smile he gave. His hand holding hers on his cheek as his other snaked itself on the back of her neck as he softly brought their foreheads together. He closed his eyes and released a sigh. His shoulders slumping down as all the tension on his body slowly disappeared. He heard a sniffle, opening his eyes and looking up he was met with the face of his lover who’s tears doesn’t seem to want to fall.

He chuckled weakly, “Why are you crying?”

She didn’t answer. And instead, stared at him. He felt bare under her stare, naked even. Like all of his deepest secrets are revealed to her, like every inch of his being is exposed to her, it feels as if she knows everything about him. To the shallow parts to the deepest to the abyss.

She gulped, biting down her bottom lip to stop the trembling. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply albeit a bit shaky. And as she opened her eyes again, she met eye to eye with her lover. She could see a weak smile direct to her as his gaze was ever the same. Warm, soft, gentle.

She clutched his hand tightly, leaning hard on his forehead at she shut her eyes.

“I wish..” she started, voice cracking.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hiya! Just wanted to say that I absolutely love how you write! Also, can I request a Cale/Reader where the reader is his childhood friend? (If you're too busy, please feel free to ignore this!) :D

am digging thru my inbox and found this and was struck with an idea

okay babe, this was done in the middle of the night so it might suck because i genuinely forgot where i was going

the ask is pretty vague so im doing a KRS!Cale x Reader x OG!Cale

i hope you're not too upset with me changing a few things 😔🥺

That man is not your Cale.

You watched the person that simultaneously looks like your Cale and yet nothing like him with cautious eyes.

Why is there no one pointing out how different he was acting?

Had you gone crazy?

"[Name]?"

'Even his voice sounds exactly the same,' you thought, a chill running up your spine. His voice sounds exactly the same and yet it was different.

Cale had never called for you like that so nonchalantly.

No matter how much alcohol he had taken or tired he is from acting like a lout, he had never called for you that. His voice had always been warm when he talks to you and the reason why you were able to point that out was because you were the only living person with that privilege to hear it.

"C-Cale?" You called for him nervously. "Did something happen?"

Cale's one red eyebrow raised in confusion. "I don't think so, no."

He stared at you, trying to think what you were thinking. You were not mentioned at all in all of The Birth of A Hero series and to think that this trash son of a count was able to have a close friend was surprising. What's even more surprising was the fact that said close friend was you, the child of an artisan who worked underneath Countess Violan.

Apparently, the trash son and you were close enough to the point you're allowed in his room whenever he decides to be docile for the day.

It had been only a few days ever since he possessed the body of Cale Henituse and had been spending the last few days searching for more information regarding Cale Henituse that might not be mentioned in the first volume of the book.

You had apparently left the county for a few days to buy new tools for your father since he had just done a commission for the Countess. When you came back, Cale had gathered enough information to make sure you wouldn't see through him.

"Y-You just seem really quiet," you added quietly, sitting across him with both hands on your lap anxiously.

You feel like you are talking to a stranger.

And you know you are,

Because that man is not your Cale.

"Do you want me to cause a ruckus then?" Cale questioned and you glanced up at him.

'That's something Cale would say,' you both thought.

Usually, when he says something like that, you'd always challenge him to actually cause a ruckus and he'd never act upon it because he knows if you were to be with him while he's acting like a lout, you'd get even more swept up into rumors than you already do.

"Then do it."

Cale looked at your expression, able to see your shaking eyes and the way your jaw moved as if you were biting on the insides of your cheeks. You were agitated, but why? You had just urged him to cause a ruckus with such a nervous expression that Cale began to think something must have gone wrong.

"Do it," you pressed. "Cause a ruckus."

Cale stayed quiet. What the hell?

He knew you were a bit weird since you were friends with the original Cale Henituse but to think you were gonna press him into causing a ruckus?

'Don't tell me the problem isn't Cale Henituse but [Name] who's the one been urging him to do those acts,' Cale thought to himself with a small frown.

You suddenly stood up from your spot as if the seat had burned you. You stared at him for a moment, still agitated and glancing at the door several times. It was clear you wanted to leave and Cale would not take that privilege from you — he'd actually gladly give it to you.

"Nevermind that," you told him hurriedly before he can say anything else. "I'll be on my way back to help my father with his next work. I'll talk to you soon, Ca-I mean, Young Master Cale-nim."

You bowed to him and immediately hurried to leave, eager to get out and escape from being alone with a man you did not recognize.

Cale watched you leave, his heart nearly jumping up to his throat when he saw how you had looked back at him when you were going to close the door.

'There's no doubt about it,' he thought.

You knew.

Cale was convinced you had figured out something was wrong - how you found out within one meeting with him was impressive, he had to admit that. He had underestimated how close you were with the original Cale Henituse and didn't think you'd be able to immediately see through him. He'd thought you'd be at least be relieved that he was no longer causing trouble here and there, like the other rest of the family and staff.

'To think they're that sharp,' he thought with a frustrated frown. 'They must've noticed something was wrong. I must've acted wrong.'

When you didn't turn up for the next few days and was openly avoiding him to the point the Countess herself had asked if something went wrong, Cale knew he had to do something.

It'd be bad news for him if you go around tattling to others about what you were suspecting - whatever it was in your head. Either way, it's bad news to him because he'd have to deal with the questions he's not even sure he's capable of answering.

"What the hell," Cale mumbled as he stood in front of his windows, watching you talking animatedly with a bunch of maids near the garden.

As if able to feel his gaze, you looked up and made eye contact with him. Both of you flinched in surprise and Cale sees how you immediately averted your gaze and said something to the maids, quickly ending the conversation with them and then running away from his line of sight.

A knock was heard from the other side of his door and a slightly strained voice called out, "Young Master Cale-nim, it's Ron."

'Dammit,' Cale thought. 'One problem after the other, please.'

"Come in," Cale answered, turning around to face the former-assassin-turned-butler who had entered his room without making a sound. 'What a scary old man.'

"Young Master Cale-nim, you seem upset," Ron pointed out with a benign smile. "Is it because of Miss [Name]?"

Cale raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think so?"

Ron's smile turned even scarier in Cale's eyes upon hearing his tone. "Well, it's clear that they're avoiding our Young Master-nim. Usually, you'd be together nearly all the time in the estate if their schedule allows them to do so."

Cale had severely underestimated how close and observant you were to the original Cale Henituse. If this continues, people would immediately catch on.

'I have to talk to them.'

So he asked for Ron to have you visit him when you can tonight, something that you surprisingly accepted. Ron stated that you seemed a bit rattled upon hearing that Cale wanted to meet, which was apparently odd for you because you always liked meeting him.

"Did something happen, Young Master-nim?' Ron had asked, his tone rather teasing than concerned.

'That's what I'm trying to know,' Cale had grumbled. Ron gives him a benign smile.

You did come when you were free, though it's during one of the times everyone was supposed to be resting, which was at night. You knocked on his door at around 10 PM and needed no answer from him to come in.

Cale who had been waiting for you -- for your information, he fought off his sleepiness just to wait for you to come -- turned to look at you. His eyes widened a bit when he saw that you were trembling a bit. And also...

Is that a small knife in your shaking grip?

"You're not Cale Henituse," you stated, voice shaking and obviously horrified at the sight of him. "You're an imposter."

"Put the knife down," Cale began slowly. One of your hands lets go of the knife, showing just how violently you were trembling while facing him. Your hand locks the door behind you before you turned to look at him again.

'They're bold,' he thought. 'And reckless.'

In your hand was a whittling knife that you always used to help your father add detailing and smooth out his work. It was small and meant to do little work despite how it's a general item to be used for woodworking, and you know it would do little damage, but this was the only thing you were capable of thinking to bring.

"You're just someone who looks like him," you say with a trembling voice. "You sound exactly like him, but you are not him."

Cale takes a step closer and you raised the little knife. "D-don't move!"

Cale stared at you, seeing how your face is pale and your whole body is trembling. He can see that even though you were trying your best to grip on that little whittling knife for dear life, your hands are shaking to the point you had to readjust your grip every second.

There were tears beginning to emerge in your eyes -- is it sadness over the realization that your friend is gone or is it out of fear because you do not know what could he do to you now that your friend is gone and you're all alone with him on a locked room?

You were bold and reckless, but you were smart and observant, he had to admit that.

You were able to see through him even though all you did was sit in silence and asked a couple of questions -- Cale wondered if that's all it needed for your to see that the original Cale Henituse had been gone. But how were you able to conclude that Cale Henituse is gone and that he is someone else?

"I am Cale Henituse," Cale said, taking another step closer to you. Your breath hitched a bit and you backed up to the door, still trying your very best to hold the knife up.

"N-no, you're not," you stammered. "Y-you're not him. I know him, and--"

"Why do you think so?" Cale asked again, taking another step closer.

Your back hits the wall and he can see in your eyes the moment you realized that you couldn't possibly stab him - not when he looks and sounds exactly like your beloved friend. It was cruel of him, but to ensure his safety, it needed to be done.

"H-he"--You choked up--"He's n-not supposed to be like this with me."

A tear fell down, and your whittling knife dropped to the ground. With a face full of sorrow, your [e/c] eyes finally met his russet ones. Your eyes were wet and bloodshot as you stare at him with such a crestfallen expression, "Y-You're not supposed to look at me with those eyes, Cale."

You slowly sink to the floor, covering your face as muffled sobs began to come out from your lips. Cale stared at the door, his usually nonchalant face succumbing into an appalled expression as he process your words.

Reality slapped him hard this time -- harder than it did when he woke up as Cale Henituse.

He forgets sometimes that even though this was just a fantasy action book written by someone from his world, this was an alternate universe that actually existed. Every single person here has a life and story that exists despite not being mentioned at all in those books.

You and the original Cale Henituse were not an exception.

The books may have shown that Cale Henituse was a lout from the Henituse family, but that was not all about Cale, isn't it?

The books never showed about Cale having a close relationship with a wood crafter's child and developing a relationship with them. The books doesn't talk about how Cale Henituse while a lout, could also be capable of compassion and loving others to the point he'd love someone despite the obvious status differences.

And what bothered Cale, no, Kim Rok Soo, was the fact that he so easily accepted that his soul now resides in Cale Henituse's body and did not think of what grief would be felt by people who truly do care for the original Cale Henituse.

"Cale"--You were now on the floor, almost like you were bowing to him as you gripped at the trousers of his pajamas in desperation--"Where's my Cale?"

"My Cale," you sobbed on the carpet of his bedroom. "Where is he?"

Cale bent down, placing his hands on your shoulders. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, no! Don't say that! Give me back my Cale!"

Cale clenched his jaw as he thought about what should he say to you. He doesn't know where your Cale is and he couldn't even give you an explanation of how he got here. "I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry!" You nearly wailed. "Just give me back my Cale!"

"I don't know where he is," he says to you, gripping on your shoulder and forcing you to look at him. He sees your face, streaked with tears and he wonders what should he say. "Let's sit down and I'll explain this to you."

He helped you get back on your feet and walked over to the couch in his bedroom, sitting across from you as you were still sniffling, wiping away your tears.

Even while he explains his situation to you, he can see that you were still wary of him and even did not trust him. He told you about how he was a man from another world, falling asleep in his home and then waking up as Cale Henituse and he had been doing his best to adjust to this new life.

"Regarding Cale Henituse himself, I do not know anything," he told you. "I don't know where he is right now. Maybe he's possessing my body, maybe not."

"Is there no way he can return?" You asked with such a small voice that Cale could barely hear it had it not been a quiet night. "That my Cale can be back?"

That was how you had been addressing the original Cale Henituse all night. Your Cale. It was a bit of an odd thing to hear when he's been trying his best to adjust to the name 'Cale' himself but he wasn't going to comment it out loud.

"Again, I don't know," Cale answered.

He sees you take a deep breath, rubbing your face before letting your hands go through your hair. You looked to the side, blinking rapidly as new tears began to emerge in the corner of your eyes again. They quickly fell down to your cheeks and you began to speak in a shaky voice, "I-I can't see him again?"

Cale thought about Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo. He could always see them again by looking at the pictures they had forced him to take with them. He could always reminisce about the moments they had together, but he could never meet them again and he's already at peace with it.

He could understand how you feel.

The grief, the hurt of not being able to look at their eyes again, to see their smile, to be able to talk again to them.

He could understand how you were hurting.

"We never know," Cale answered. "He may come back, he may not."

You closed your eyes, tilting your head down as more tears fall to the carpet. "I see..."

Cale gives you some time to process through the whole thing -- it was the least he could do -- and waits for you to calm down, which was surprisingly a lot quicker than he predicted before he could properly ask you, "What was your relationship with him?"

"We were romantically involved since two years ago," you murmured. "I told him it was impossible but he convinced me."

Cale already predicted it, but it was still surprising to hear you say that. 'I guess that guy wasn't so bad if he has a significant other...'

"I won't demand anything from you as a partner," you quickly added. "Our relationship is a secret and you are not him, so I will not expect you to do anything."

Cale nodded. "Thank you, because I'm not interested."

You stared at him for a moment, an internal battle brewing up inside your heart and you nodded as a response. "Could you promise me something, though, stranger?"

Cale, no, Kim Rok Soo raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Promise me that if there is ever a chance that you encounter him again, tell me about it."

Cale had thought about how your request didn't seem so hard - that even though there's a high possibility of that happening, he thought how it could possibly not happen because Cale Henituse is probably dead.

Maybe he could worry about that once he gets his slacker life.

It would have been so easy.

His life would go on so easily.

But, no, you had to know about his identity and learn more about him.

You were able to let him talk to you about himself longer than he had ever talked about himself to his subordinates. Your easy-going nature along with a slightly playful personality was so easy to work with and you were SO. GODDAMN. OBSERVANT.

He couldn't leave you be because of the guilt he still feels. You have always said that he wasn't in the wrong, that he did not have to feel guilty, but it's so hard to accept that. He's still struggling, but he could never leave you be and makes sure to always update you on whatever he's doing.

"I actually don't want to get closer to you at first, you know," you had said with a melancholic smile. "But I can't just leave you be, not when you're walking around with that face."

"Don't get it mixed up," he warned you.

You smiled at him, amused. "I won't."

"Also," you added, patting the lapel of his uniform in thought. "I'm glad to see Cale Henituse achieve something as admirable as this. Well, not him, but to see the image of him being like this makes me happy."

As he stood in front of you as you fixed the pin of the Henituse territory on his Commander uniform, he thought about how sickeningly sweet it was to have you do something as domestic as this.

"Thank you, for allowing me to see Cale like this."

His breath was taken away by the smile on your face when you uttered those words.

And then he was reminded that your smile is not reserved for him, but only for the original Cale Henituse. He knows that you still weep for the loss of your lover despite years have passed and you're always having an internal conflict whenever you look at him.

Sometimes he can see that you forget that your lover is gone, like when you instinctively cradled his cheek when he was upset, and the way you'd immediately apologize and leave made his heart beat faster, and yet they sink at the same time.

Curse you for knowing his boundaries.

He doesn't really know what he should call these emotions that have been brewing in his heart over the course of years after knowing you - they were pleasant and yet they hurt him to the point he'd curse himself for feeling them.

When he finally met the original Cale Henituse, now residing in his previous body as Kim Rok Soo, he waited for the man to mention you and when he never did, he decided to bring you up.

"Are you not going to ask anything about [Name]? They know about me being someone else."

Kim Rok Soo's face morphed from nonchalant to form a small melancholic smile. "How are they?"

"They're fine," Cale answered. "Before your regression, what happened to [Name]?"

"I married them, of course," Kim Rok Soo answered with a somber smile. "I loved them till the day they died."

Cale's breath got caught in his throat.

Oh.

"They died along with the rest of the family," Kim Rok Soo continued. "They were the love of my life and they made sure I didn't feel too alone. We have loved each other since we were young, long before we both even know what exactly loving someone else meant."

"Take care of them for me, won't you?"

Cale nodded, fist tightening. "I will."

Was it wrong to be so relieved of those words? Was it wrong to be relieved, knowing that you were officially being given the free will to make your choice? That you have been let go of by your former lover to do so?

That there might be a chance for him?

"I'll make sure to keep them safe," Cale said. "Not for you. But for their own sake and mine."

Kim Rok Soo's eyes widened a bit after hearing Cale's declaration. A satisfied smile began to bloom on his scarred face. "I see. You're going to be a lucky man, then."

"Tell them that I am happy where I am right now," Kim Rok Soo added. "I'm a bit saddened, but I will be with my mother from now on, so there's no need to grief over me because I am happy with the choice I make."

He had always thought about your request and always thought that it wouldn't be too hard, but how could he say that to you?

Either way, it's his responsibility so he should start thinking about it.

When he finally conveyed the news to you, giving a vague explanation about how the original Cale Henituse made a choice to be with his mother so as to not expose the issue with the God of Death, he had to listen to you wail, louder than when you realized your lover was gone all those years ago.

Perhaps you feel the same way as he does, perhaps not.

Cale knows he had to be patient and let you heal first, but he knows that at the end of the day, however long you'll take to move on, he'll always wait for you.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

MASTERLIST

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported! Reader Series

> Song Association Post <

• Late Night Meetings

— tw: nudity, mentions self-harm scars

• The Night Before

— tw: anxiety attack, vomiting, self-deprecating thoughts

• Misunderstandings

• Back Massages

• "This Older Sister Understands"

— mentions choking kink

• Always Here

— tw: self-harm, depression, panic attacks, gaslighting

• Thoughts of You

• Pickup Lines

— tw: self-harm scars, self-harm implied

• Subtlety

• Aftermath

— tw: self-inflicted wound, the urge to vomit, blood, talks of scars

• A Drink By The Fountain

— tw: mentions child abandonment and abuse

• Something of Yours

— tw: self-harm scars, self-harm implied, mentions character death

• Epiphany

— tw: implied child abandonment and abuse

• Talk

• Unlovable

— tw: self-harm scars, child abuse and neglect

• Fresh Air

— tw: blood

• Practice

• Of Dresses and Disguises

— tw: self-harm scars, shaming self-harm, drug use, accidental aphrodisiac usage

• Make You Mine

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Make-up and Kisses

• New Dress

• Partings

— tw: intrusive thoughts about self-harm and suicide, major character death, slight body horror

• Gone

– tw: mentions of self-harm scars and depression, implied suicide

• Death

– tw: injuries, blood, death, dead bodies, drowning

• Return

– tw: violent stabbing, blood, choking on blood.

• Turn Back Time

– mini oneshot, platonic Rosalyn

• Memories

– tw: self-harm, gore, death, blood, slight mention of alcohol abuse, mentally abusive figure

• Blurry Faces

— tw: implied sexual assault and pseudo-incest, mentions self-harm scars, suicide, death.

• Symphony

— tw: gore and cannibalism

STAND ALONE READS

• Overworked

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Scarf

• Closer To God

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• His Younger Sibling — (platonic, Sibling!Reader)

• Clothes

• Like What He Has Now — (platonic, Child!Reader)

— tw: minor character deaths, blood, wounds

• Every Part Of You

• Missing

• Hair

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Fake Dating The Royal Princess

• Parents

— labor pains described

• Coffee Stains — (OG!KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Kisses

• Flowers and Luck

• Vitality

• Sedated

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Long Coats

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Good For Me — (OG!KRS)

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Mother's Day

• Relaxation

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• In Your Arms — (OG!KRS)

• Reward Me?

• Patient

• Mug — (Cale!KRS)

• Isn't Enough — (OG!KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Tired and Sore — (Cale, Reader, KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Paperwork

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Use Me

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Simp

• Faith — (Kim Rok Soo)

HEADCANONS & DISCUSSIONS(?)

• Jealous!Cale

• Aftercare with Cale

• First Meeting

— choi han centric

• Cale with Cockwarming

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale's Hands and Fingers

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale With Foreign Crown Princess Reader

• Cale With Public Sex

— smut ❤️‍🔥��

• Cale as Empress!Reader's Consort

— tw: yandere-ish cale, manipulation

• Cale As A Male Lead In A Romance Manhwa

• Yandere!Cale

— tw : manipulation

• Cale's Kids Gaining Suitors

• Cale!KRS With Kinks and Sex Toys

— tw : consensual non-consensual, somnophilia, bondage

• Cale With Ice Magic User S/O

[calehenituse-brainrot]

i just had a thought of reader and the gang seeing some of krs memories and..

Cale: And that's my truth. I'm not the real Cale Henituse.

Everyone: ...

Reader: Cale...

Reader: I just want you to know...

Reader: That your past self was HELLA HOT.

Everyone: *scandalized* Y/N!

Reader: AM I WRONG?! TAKE A LOOK AT THOSE TITS AND TELL ME I'M WRONG!

Reader: AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT OG!CALE IS NOW IN THAT TIDDYLICIOUS BODY?!

Reader: I bet he's living the dream! I KNOW THE OTHER PEOPLE HE'S WITH ARE!

Cale: So, you guys are not angry that I'm not really Cale?

Reader: I duuno about everyone else, but yeah! Being a soft twink fits you better anyways!!! ❤

Everyone: *is too scandalized by y/n to say anything*

Reader: *lets a tear fall down as the memory screen fades* *whispers* Good bye Muscle Daddy KRS

PLEASE NOT ME GETTING THIS ASK WHEN IM WRITING AN OG KRS X READER—

[illusionsofdreaming]

have you— have you read new 662 chapter?... like i just did and idk if i should scream or straight up die

and r u ok with stuff like that?? since ur blog is clearly not tcf blog and i dont want to litter ur ask box with unnecessary stuff

first of all, yessss, I welcome all talk on this blog regardless if it’s requests or plain discussion on any of the fandoms celebrated here! 

so this took a while for me to answer because not going to lie, I had not caught up to the most recent chapters because I can easily consume a hundred chapters in a sitting, I decided to let it accumulate - anyways I only had 60 or so chapters to catch up on so now that I’m all caught up - let’s talk business.

But before that.

SPOILERS! In case that wasn’t obvious! Please don’t read ahead if you don’t want to be spoiled about MAJOR PLOT POINTS in TCF!! 600+ chapters and above!

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can I first mention about how it feels like we’re quickly speeding towards the end of TCF and BOY. do I feel sad about it already. I can already feel the emotional drop from finishing a really good series from miles away and I’m sadly not looking forward to it. I always had a hard time parting from series and I already know TCF will hit hard. Perhaps when that time comes, I’ll have to drown my sorrows and release it out through stress writing.

aw man but where to even start? not from where I picked up because WOW author really packed A LOT in 60+ chapters and phew, this will turn into a thesis if I went and commented on it all- so Chapter 662- actually chapter 663. Because by the time I started writing this a new chapter has been updated so-

Right. Where to even begin?? First thing first will be to address the niggling issue at the back of my mind- because I’m a bit confused and not sure if I’ve understood it correctly. 662 really unpacked a lot of information.

So basically why White Star looks like Kim Rok Soo in TCF is because technically when he reincarnated again for Xth number time, he took over Kim Rok Soo’s TCF baby body, which forced out Kim Rok Soo’s soul to leap to Earth 1 and be born there instead. Now Death God decided he’s going to fix this anomaly (and TCF world) by offering to OG Cale Henituse the chance to regress + switch places with Kim Rok Soo, which essentially brings back Kim Rok Soo’s soul back to his original world albeit into a completely different body.

Now, here’s my issue. If this is fixing something, technically Death God fixed nothing? Because technically Kim Rok Soo wouldn’t have been the only soul that has been forced out by White Star in his many, many times of reincarnation cycles. Wouldn’t that mean there would’ve been other ‘Kim Rok Soos’ floating about on other Earths? So what I’m seeing is that, because TCF Earth is facing a crisis, he decided you know, since this world’s gone up in flames might as well try to salvage it by picking the most convenient dead soul- Oh look, a dead Cale Henituse! Great! Here, go to Earth 1 and that lost soul can return and fix this mess! Am I confused? Yes. I hope it will get answered in the future, about what happened to all the other souls that got pushed out of TCF because of White Star and Death God’s true motives.

At 660 chapters +, Author really did try to fit more plot into TCF didn’t they? I appreciate it haha

Next up Thames Family’s dark history - Are they modern people? TCF people? Variables themselves? Half immortals? Or are they the lost souls that’s been pushed out by White Star and brought back to TCF thanks to X God? I can appreciate that Author tried to lighten up the heavy mood with that little bit of humor in 663 (really going to make us think that Drew didn’t leave a single good clue for our dear Cale huh?) and finally, we get some flash backs to the world tree and the dangerous stick they handed over to Cale. Everyone sensing the ‘I’ll stab myself and it’ll turn into the strongest weapon’ moment coming towards us like an oncoming freight train.

Alright, give me your thoughts and your screams about the most recent chapters up to 663 guys. Remember to tag spoilers because we want to protect all our sweet new readers joining the TCF fandom! Meanwhile, I’m going to let TCF sit and accumulate for another 60+ chapters.

Peace. -drops mic-

[idontknowmyownmind]

The idea how the reaction should start with is lcf character from the timeline where lcfCale haven't meet ogCale in that space.

It started with showing how it should go, lcfCale meet Heniroksoo.

And when everyone believe that that's what had happened, the 'director' told them, "Well, that's what should happen"

Suspicion arise and the director will explain about the mistakes made.

And then they start to react to ORV.

LCF/TBOAH x ORV AU idea:

After Cale Henituse made a deal with God of Death, there are some mistakes accidently made. Rather than transmigrate into Kim Rok Soo's body, he got reincarnated as Kim Dokja. He doesn't transmigrated into Kim Dokja's body but reincarnated as him. So he IS Kim Dokja since the beginning.

And with this AU, I really want to watch a gacha reaction video or a reaction fanfiction where it's either TBoAH or ToTCF react to ORV, spesifically react to ogCale as Kim Dokja. And ogCale here is the him who life for 40+ years and not the teenager him.

Just imagine him having life through war for 20 years, got reincarnated and suffer almost all his life in his second life, and then got thrown into an apocalypse that worse than the supposed apocalypse he would faced if he transmigrated into KRS's body, and all the things KDJ did for his companions.