Can't We Just Leave The Monster Alive?

Chapter 10 : When the Usual Troublemaker Becomes More Chaotic (2)

THIRD PERSON NARRATIVE.

To be fair, Basen was just casually walking to his study with a book in his hands about handling business, completely a normal routine for him. He even made sure to at least nod to the servants who bow their head until he passed the music room - which was, by the way, privately locked. Basen stops as he hears an argument start, even the servant who was about to greet him flinch at the sudden shout from inside the music room.

"Dude, what the fuckkk??"

"--shush, stop staring like an idiot."

"Whore, how can I do that when you- *slips*"

"AHAHA--*also slips* ouch."

"That's what you get, you slugger. Fucking help me-"

Something breaks inside and that alerted the young boy, although, his hesitation clearly took over. He waited for a bit more of their conversation, to hear a reassurance - well, the following words were definitely not in his favour.

"Oh shit... I think I just broke my mom's favourite jardinière..."

"CALE WHAT THE FUCK."

"I DIDN'T SEE IT, BASTARD."

"GO GET BETTER EYES THEN."

"Rack off about my sight >:("

"Fuck you."

"No, you go intercourse with yerself."

"You're basically telling me to take selfcest to a divinity level, Cale, what the fuck."

"Then stop talking about fuck, you stupid fuck."

"What the hell, you whore-*the worst sound you can get from a piano*"

It seems that his brother's friend has arrived and it seemed... quite intriguing? Basen doesn't know how to feel, nope not really. His stoic expression falters as a grimace replaces his nonchalant face, their words are quite colourful and just questionable.

He just wishes that they won't curse around Lily, thinking about his sister casually cursing around made him shiver.

He hastily leaves the hall with a deadpan smile, "How eventful..."

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Ron didn't sign up for this, he states at the two little shits that had made a mess in the music room. Everything was almost destroyed and the flower vase that was taken care of with utmost respect, was easily hammered into pieces. The only things left untouched were the musical instruments.

He smiles, "What happened, young master?"

The redhead glares at the other and nudge the black-haired male who shook his head with a smile except it didn't reach his eyes. The two were communicating with their eyes.

This is your fault, Cale's eye twitches. Kim Rok Soo deadpans at the blame, If you weren't so bratty then maybe I wouldn't have done that.

The redhead huffs, I hate you so much.

Aww the feeling's mutual, Kim Rok Soo blows a kiss mockingly. Cale gags at the action and looked away and straight at the window.

Seeing the interaction almost made Ron a double take, he has not gone senile because of his age, right? What, huh???

Kim Rok Soo rolls his eyes and faced the butler with an indifferent face (he is actually panicking inside but you gotta do what you gotta do to be considered as the Trash's friend) and rasps out a nonchalant tone, "Sorry for this menace, sometimes, you just wanna smack this arsehole in the head, you know?"

He tried to play it cool but, with the redhead covering his mouth and his shoulders shaking, had his eye twitching. The butler watching his every step with those eyes made him shiver internally.

"Cale, please."

Cale bursted out cackling hard and throws himself on the ground as he holds his stomach, "PFFT- AHAHAHAHA!"

It was chaotic and contagious but Rok Soo felt strangely prideful about it, like he had accomplished something that no one else can.

And that was the truth, even the butler who had his eyes wide open as he stares at the redhead who was laughing so freely. He had never seen the young master laugh like that ever since his mother had died.

It had always been distant and judging. Like he had been nothing more but a glacier, threatening to fall at any moment and remain cold.

But to think that this child, his gaze stays on the black-haired teen who was looking at Cale with a small smile despite the sneer present on his face, could ever make the cold young master like that. It had always been a wonder why the redhead never trashed around these days and had always been quiet and looked so expectant of tomorrow.

The sight was refreshing to see, at least. The 17 year old couldn't stop wheezing like a kettle as he slams his fist on the carpet, "HAHSHDHDB- h,,holy shit! YOUR FACE IS SO FUNNY."

"HAHH??? YOUR FACE IS."

"NO YOU"

"* does a exaggerated northern accent of 'no'*"

"YOU NO"

"NO- WHAT"

"LMAO, LOOK AT YOUR FACE!"

Haa, maybe it is better to just leave the two be. It's not like they're going to cause trouble within the mansion and break more antiques, they are just laughing at each other's antics anyway.

Right?

author's note. — °•*⁀➷
At this point, this book has no
plot and it is just Cale and Rok
Soo being chaotic and singing
random shit for fun and as well
as bullying some people.

Edit: I was currently drunk
while wtirng this lolol Nd
stim am 😌💅🏻