Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

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The legendary Callen Crossman is in a quandary.

"I am supposed to be the dense jerk, but how come Cale is so much worse than me?"

He sobbed in disbelief. He would be practicing his lethal moves and following Grandpa Benedict's advice. It works for Brother Ribbit, but why does not it work for his Hyunnie and Cale?

"Perhaps Grandpa Benedict's book is truly and completely useless."

He wondered.

Ron smiled, Vicross shook his head, and Choi Han chuckled a little. He had been agonizing over his beloved brother's love life, but they both seemed to be good at it.

He looked at his still-in-daze Hyunnie. Alver had been out of it since he saw Cale in that situation. He got up from his seat and walked over to his Hyunnie. He climbed into his lap and motioned to Ron to bring him some tea.

"Hyunnie."

Still dazed. He is very concerned about Cale Henituse.

As a result, he pinched his nose and forced him to drink Ron's lethal lemon tea.

*Cough! Cough! Cough!*

Alver looked at him. Callen returned his stare. He was so irritated that he pinched Hyunnie's cheeks as hard and painfully as he could.

"Wppait! Wppait! Wppait! Chhhhhaaaaalllieiiie!"

"How long are you going to look like an idiot? Idot Hyunnie! You wuss! You lousy bastard!!! I told you he's fine, don't trust me! You are a moron! You wuss! Bastard! Cale's fine!! Bastard! You're a shithead without a brain! Come on! Look at this pitiful, cute baby brother back!"

He continued to curse his older brother. Wow. He remembered how, when he was a baby, he used to curse at him in baby language. He was still in his youth at the time, trying to avoid the concubines! He missed those times. Especially when he can curse this bastard as if his life depended on it.

"You scumbag, return to earth!" he yells, and his majesty returns to earth.

"Who thought you bad words, Callen Crossman?"

"Is that your concern? You used to curse when I was a kid!" he defended. "Thank Ron for his lemon tea from hell! It brought you back to earth!"

Callen stopped.

Huh? It that a memory?

Alver Crossman also looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Hm-mh! I just remember a memory! I used to curse at you with the baby language before! Hehe." Callen beams.

It made Alver happy for some reason.

"You remembered a memory of me?"

Callen looked at him. He could not recall any memories of Alver Crossman, but he did for the first time.

"Huh?" Callen came to a halt as he felt Hyunnie's palms brush against his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Hyunnie asked, her eyes welling up with tears. He had a soft smile on his face, overjoyed that he remembered something about him.

"You are crying, too," Callen said, placing his hand over Alver's.

They made a nose-to-nose gesture, similar to what Alver used to do with him when he was a baby.

"I am not sure... I am so happy," Callen sobbed. He had been worried about forgetting everything since he returned. He reasoned that it would be fine because they could simply rewrite them, but—this feeling.