Daily Life of Cale Henituse

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Time setting: Middle school.

A/N yeah, I know it should be a highschool drabbles, but I couldn't stop myself from writing this QwQ. So, uh, enjoy I guess?

Four years ago, it was winter when his mother breathed her last.

Even when he standing for a long time under the snowy weather, the coldness he felt was nothing compared to his frozen heart.

Cale Henituse stood in front of his mother's grave. He could hear his father crying.

His mother died in a car crash incident. She was taken to the hospital and received treatment, but she still died after three days.

Just seeing his father cry, Cale felt his tears freeze. The thirteen years old raised his arms around his father's neck, hugging him.

"Father, everything will be okay."

"I'm here for you."

"You still have me, remember?"

"Father ... let's go home together."

Cale could heard people around him talking about how him being heartless kid, not even shed a single tears at his mother's funeral, but he choose to pretended not hearing that. He can't cry, at least not now. Not when his father need someone to comfort.

However, Ron, Cale's personal butler, thinking otherwise. He clenched his fist, holding back anger. The man could see clearly that the red-head trying his best to prevent tears from falling. He could see Cale's trembling hands. He also could see how that kid bit his lower lip when huging his father.

He also need someone to comfort him.

After the funeral, Deruth drowning himself in work, leaving Cale alone inside the large mansion. It's so big for the small Cale. Only mourning can be felt there. Empty and cold.

Ron opens Cale's room door. It's so dark and cold, as if no one living in here. He saw the red haired kid laying on the bed, covering his whole body with blanket. Soft sniffling could be heard. Cale was crying when no one sees him, Ron knows that.

"Young Master-nim, it's time for dinner."

No answer.

"Young Master--"

"I'm not hungry," He answers with hoarse voice.

The old man let out a deep sigh. "You already skipped lunch, Young Master-nim. At least, please eat dinner."

"... My throat hurt. I don't have any appetite either."

Ron stepped closer to him, layed his palm on the boy's forehead. He frowned when he feel his palm burning. "Young Master-nim, you have a fever. Why didn't you tell me?"

Cale let out a dry cough. "I'm fine, it's not a biggie."

"It's not fine, Young Master-nim." The old man stood up, rushing to the bathroom to get some water for compress Cale. With a quick and gentle touch, he change Cale's position to be more comfy and warm. Pulling blanket until it reach the boy's neck, Ron staring at the face of his puppy young master that already felt like his own son. "Young Master-nim, please rest. I will call the doctor and tell Beacrox to prepare some light meal for you."

Ron was just about to leave, when Cale pulling his sleeve, prevent him from leaving.

"Don't leave." Cale's voice sounded cracked, makes Ron's heart instantly sank. "Please."

"Young Master--"

"Don't leave me alone." Tears starts falling from the corner of his eyes, flowing on his reddish cheek. His forehead already covered in sweats. With trembling hands, Cale pull Ron's sleeve even harder. "Please, please. I don't--sniff, I don't want to be alone."