Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

I

"Your name will be Callen."

When he first wakes up, he notices a child with bright golden hair and blue eyes staring at him. Their faces were inches apart, and he was smiling softly. The morning dew and the fresh scent of air filled the air, as well as the bright light that shone upon the beautiful boy in front of him.

"Good day, Brother..."

Unintentionally, his neck flinches.

So alive... So alive...

Until he realized his body wasn't moving as he desired. What??? What happened to me?

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The gold-haired boy, who liked him because he looked like gold, approached him and slowly reached out. The boy embraced him, his palm on the back of his head and his small arms on his back. He was careful in carrying him, despite having weak, childish strength.

"Do you want milk?"

The boy inquired, reaching for the bottle of milk. He appeared to be ten years older than he was. His tiny, tiny fist resisted the urge to move and ended up lightly striking the boy's cheeks.

"Hungry? My baby brother is so adorable!... Sorry, sorry. Hyung-nim will feed you right now."

He was given a bottle of milk to drink. His mind was still jumbled, but he drank it anyway because he couldn't faint.

He reincarnated, did he not? Reborn?

Or did he steal a child's body?

This was strange for an elderly man like him who was enjoying his day off.

But this boy is quite attractive.

He has the appearance of money.

"It is time for your classes, Your Highness."

"I'll just finish feeding Callen," the boy said to the nanny.

Callen?

The boy gave him another look. He made him burp before gently placing him back in the crib. "Hyung-nim will be in class; let's play later, baby brother." A small kiss was planted on his brow.

His fist went instinctively to his mouth. He did not, however, expect a stern-looking man to enter the room and strike the boy as he lay on the floor. The boy flinched, but he didn't say anything.

"Your classes are important, Your Highness, and do you think this poor excuse for looking after your brother is adequate?"

"I am sorry, teacher."

Kim Rok Soo was furious about this. He trashed his crib and tapped the wooden one. His childish wiggle was also alarming.

Several hits followed that slap. He taps the crib but—

Ouch, that hurts...

He began crying. The instructor who was beating the boy stopped and looked at him.

"Another disgusting creature; His Majesty has stooped so low by bedding commoners and slaves.

When that man approached, he stated, "You should also be disciplined."

His eyes open wider. This fool is going to hit a child! A newborn, at that?! He is an absolute beast! Not a single human being!

However, he was obscured by something as the hits continued to resound.

"It's alright... it's alright... don't cry... don't cry..."

The boy, who was kneeling on the ground, rushed to him and protected him from the blow. "Don't cry... brother will protect you... I will protect you... please don't cry..."

Kim Rok Soo paused and looked at the boy, tears in his eyes.

The young boy smiled at him before patting his head.

"That is a good boy. Yes, Callen... do not cry... let big brother deal with everything."

The older boy smiled at him, apologizing and admitting his powerlessness.

Kim Rok Soo had stopped crying and reached out by that point. His small baby hand touched his brother's cheeks. The boy bit his lips and surrendered to his touch.

"Big Brother will come back; be good."

He closed his eyes the moment he felt the soft touch of the boy's lips on his forehead. The anger inside him subsided and his emotions were soothed. The boy looked at him and patted his cheeks.

Roksu was just watching the boy being dragged by the teacher.

He had no choice but to stare up at the ceiling. It felt really good. It was the life he desired, but he could not get over what happened the day before. His instincts are also coming into play. He requested to be fed, but the nanny refused. She would, but she was not holding them, so he needed to move his head to eat, but he couldn't!

He would beg them because he had no power.

They, on the other hand, had no intention of being friendly to him.

They are ignoring his existence.

"Why do I have to look after a slave's child?"

"Even if he is descended from slaves, he is still his Majesty's child..."

"The King Rowoon should cut that part out; I don't want to look after a lowborn!"

Well, I don't want you to look after me as well. But did she say Rowoon?

"He and the First Pince Alver were destined to be together... They're both of lowly blood!"

Alver.

Alver...

Where on earth did I read or hear that name?

*gasps!* The door opened at the same time as the stressed-out boy who had left him this morning.

"Leave..."

The gossiping servants eventually left. The boy approached the crib and cradled him in his arms.

"Are you all right? Did they feed you well?" the boy inquired.

Kim Rok Soo noticed the bruises on his neck. His arms trembled, but he cradled him protectively in his arms.

"Big Brother will soon change everything in this place. Please survive regardless of what happens."

The young boy's tears moved him deeply.

"I'm so sorry... Big Brother can't still protect you... A little longer... okay... I'll give you everything you want... so... don't leave me alright... just a little longer... Big Brother will do everything to protect you... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... big brother loves you so much."

Kim Rok Soo paid attention to the boy's cries.

Thankfully, he reached out his arms and gently tapped his cheeks.

"Are you trying to lift my spirits?"

The boy's hand brushed against his nose. He can not help sneezing. However, in exchange for that silly action, this young boy smiled brightly.

He was placed on the enormous bed and watched his brother change clothes.

In the bright moonlight, he sees a lovely dark-skinned man with chocolate eyes.

He continued to stare at him, drooling over the sight.

He is got abs.

Damn you, Kim Rok Soo! That's a kid!

In his world, he would face a prison sentence for child abuse.

"Callen-ah..." Alver grabbed a bottle of milk and fed him while he slept next to him. "My Baby Callie."

Callen. That's his name.

He had a feeling he would be fine as long as he stayed by this person's side.

Alver Crossman.

On his day off, he read a novel about one of the protagonists.

One of them is his current older brother.

TBC

EDITED: 02/06/2024