Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

TOTRF KAIEN VERSION CH. 45

"Amazing. Callen's Grandpa Benedict book is right on the spot." Hellion marveled at the result the toddler was able to achieve. He read those books as well and couldn't comprehend it at all, but Callen did use the principles of Grandpa Benedict Crossman and shack his own Hyunnie with his mommy—BIGTIME—"Can you shack me up with someone as well, baby?"

"Keke. Don't worry, brother Helly. I'll find the best lady for you." The toddler smiled, raising both eyebrows, meaning he got his brother's love life down.

The seventh and third shared some cunning laughter by the side. Robbit couldn't help but frown even more. Helly is sort of embracing a different kind of insanity with their baby.

Their Hyung-nim had accepted their baby's insane and troublesome streak and had been cleaning up all of his messes.

Ribbit acknowledged that he embraced the holy insanity of Callen's adorable supremacy and adored him.

While Helly? He embraced the devilish insanity that involves shacking people together and simply being crazy together.

Sure, their baby seven is amazing, but does he always have to anchor it with Grandpa Benedict?

"What kind of plan do you have in your pretty little brain, Callie?" Robbit asked.

"Wrong question. What kind of brain he has was supposed to be your question." Hellion frowns, cringing at the display of affection by Hubby-Mommy.

"More like, what is his plan next? It's useless to ask him that," Robbit said, fired up for some filling for his Hyung-nim's love life.

"Chill, Brother Ribbit," literally chilling while smirking big time. "We still have 24 more alphabets left," Calle said while folding some cranes. This means there are 24 more "hideous" and "questionable" plans.

*chills*

Both Ribbit and Hellion shivered violently.

Is this really a toddler? How can a toddler be so ominous?

They knew that 24 more alphabets wouldn't just be the end. That's 24 more shitshows and embarrassing moments concocted by the great Callen Crossman.

"Noona."

Vicross immediately appeared on Callen's side. The chef simply placed some treats and took his master in his arms.

"You know what to do, Noona."

'"Hm."

"Time for plan C."

Now that's 23 alphabets left! Ribbit couldn't help but feel the frightening shiver creeping down to his bones.

That's no toddler! That's a cute little devil!

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Cale hums, "Ho?" as he enters the hallway. A table for two is decorated with poinsettias and candles. Not to mention the equally frowning Alver.

"This is what that kid is doing," he says, gritting his teeth and sighing heavily.

"This is wonderful, though," he added, amused by the situation. "He is more romantic than the supposed romantic Hyunnie," Cale said, smirking.

"You better not say that to him, or else he will boast about Grandpa Benedict again."

Cale couldn't help but laugh. Callen was over 40 years old, but everyone treated him as if he were a regular kid. Cale was always amused by the fact that the boy instantly got along with everything in the world.

He continued, walking deep into the glass house.

"Do you care about being a gentleman, Your Highness?" he teased, pointing at the chair with his lips.