The Trash is a Fan of the Little Alchemist

Chapter 1: Just My Luck

It was too good to be true. The two of you exited the dead-end only to be captured. You could have been let free but you didn't have the finesse to talk your way out of jail. So what could you do now? You were forced to live your life in a jail cell because you helped a terrorist.

You were laying on a bed of hay staring up at the stone ceiling above you. How deep underground were you? Pretty deep it seems because there were no windows or any light. There was moss growing on the wall as water dripped down occasionally.

You and Surta were separated, of course. Placed into isolation wards; with no way to contact the outside world.

Fuck.

Turning to your side, you tried to wipe away the memories of the family you left behind. Alven and Moxie's faces as they took you away. It hurt. It hurt so much to see them in pain.

"I regret it. I shouldn't have helped him," you said as you forced your eyes shut.

Hah... Haahh... Hah...

Your body started to burn up. Were your chronic fevers coming back? Why now? Was it because you were in this place?

Hot... it's so hot...

Clutching onto your chest, you try to steady your breathing as you take big gulps of air. Your body started to feel weightless as your consciousness soon faded.

Kim Rok Soo, who had awoken in the body of the noble known to be Trash. He now had to live as Cale Henituse and currently, he was leading Choi Han(the protagonist) back to the Henituse estate.

CRASHHH!!! BANGGGG!!!

Cale and Choi Han had stopped to look towards the sound. The young master frowned at the pile of trash rustling in the alleyway. It could just be some drunkard getting thrown out of the pub. But it wasn't just some drunkard; A young man with rust red hair and pale skin was stumbling his way out of the trash in a daze.

Hah. no way.

Cale couldn't hold back his gasp. He knew who that person was and they did not belong in this world. In fact... he was a fan. Cale, no, Kim Rok Soo knew that person all too well. A character from a light novel he carried with him for most of his life.

(Y/N) (L/N) the main character of Guide to Not Survive.

Choi Han was already at the man's side, despite his sprained ankle the black-haired teenager was still trying to help out the young man. Typical Innocent Protagonist. (Y/N) was not in good shape either, he looked frail and pale. Rather sickly with sweat dripping down his forehead. Was he having a fever?

The redhead frowned when the man collapsed in Choi Han's arms. The black-haired swordsman glared at him almost threateningly. Was Choi Han already being protective of him? No one in their right mind would just abandon a sick person in an alleyway.

'This could help improve my first impression with Choi Han' Cale thought. He did not want to get beat up like his future implied in 'Birth of a Hero'. But not only that...

Cale felt butterflies in his stomach as he looked at the male in Choi Han's arms. It felt like a dream seeing him here. But it also left many questions.

Just how and why were you here?

"If you can carry him, he can come with us too," Cale said.

Choi Han smiled and carried the unconscious male on his back. On the way back to the Henituse estate, Cale could not help himself but take occasional glances at the little alchemist. He was starting to get worried. (Y/N) looked to be severely ill, his reddened cheeks, the overwhelming sweat dripping off his forehead, and the faint panting coming from his lips.