The Sun Proposed to the Moon

Uncle Redhead

They arrived at Cale's uncle's shop.

On the way, several eyes followed them down the road. Passersby would watch as they walked side by side, ignoring their gazes. They could hear the whispers about them.

"Isn't that Cale Henituse, the infamous son of Count Henituse?"

"He looks strangely calm, don't you think?"

"It's so weird. Stay away from him, or he'll beat you."

"Who's that man beside him? Isn't he handsome?"

"I hear that Cale Henituse is in a relationship with a man. That's probably him."

"With someone like that? Is he insane? Must be because of the money."

Kim Rok Soo clicked his tongue at that. He stopped walking. His grip on Cale's waist made the redhead stop as well. Rok Soo looked down at Cale, who was now looking up at him with a soft and confused expression. He was pale as is but looked much better than when they first met.

Healthy pink-tinted skin, red hair a little past his shoulders without a single split end, and a slender frame with a nice waist and full hips—unnecessary. Cale was staring at him with a raised eyebrow. He hadn't paid any attention to the constant whispers around him. This was most likely because he was used to it.

The continuous whispers in public and in his home were annoying the first day Kim Rok Soo arrived in this world, but they soon died down before they left. It was probably because Cale hadn't gone out to cause a ruckus since he'd been planning things with Rok Soo.

The Korean brought a hand up to Cale's face, brushing his thumb across his pink-tinted cheek.

'He's so pretty. This brat was so upset earlier, but now he's acting confused. He's like a house cat.'

Cale closed his eyes as Rok Soo's thumb got close to it. It felt strange for some reason. He was openly affectionate, but Rok Soo never touched his face in public—in fact, he usually only touched his face when he intended to kiss Cale.

"...Are you going kiss me right here?" Cale smirked, though his voice was low and sounded shy.

"I can. Do you want me to?"

"Not here...later." Cale could feel his face heating up at the suggestion. He moved his head, leaning further into his lover's touch to save himself from his own embarrassment. "Though if you keep teasing me like this...I might not be able to wait that long." Cale glanced up at Rok Soo's face, noticing how red the man's ears had gotten, and smirked. At least he wasn't the only one embarrassed.

"The one that's teasing is you..." Rok Soo softly retorted, leaning in closer to whisper to Cale.

"Am I? Maybe you're imagining things."

"Cale."

"Mm?"

"You're...such a brat."

Cale stiffened, blinking a few times. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. A brat? Ha! Cale felt his face burn. He felt almost feverish.

Never in his life had he ever been called a brat. Not by the people who looked down on him, his family, or even other nobles. No one had ever called him something like that. It was such a simple word, but here Cale was—an absolute mess.

It could have been how it was said or even in the context that they were most definitely flirting with each other right now, but Cale, though he'd probably never admit this out loud, kind of liked being called a brat by Kim Rok Soo.