There is little or no ChoiCale element.

(Mainly the feeling that the two kittens were not saved by TBOAH | Cale died in a poor neighborhood and probably felt a little breathless so I wrote this.)

Ps: Oh, this is a story written before the fic《How to get two cats and a shield by chance.》.

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Cale couldn't help but raise his eyebrows from the moment he woke up.

The wound on the body still stings, even after a few days of convalescence.

Of course, Cale knew that wounds would be difficult to heal for someone like him.

Looking out of bed without seeing the familiar butler, he suddenly remembered that the person had followed someone else.

The person Ron was following was the bastard that made him this way.

Cale lowered his eyes, the anger that had just appeared in his eyes was quickly extinguished.

Even if he's angry, what's the use?

Because, the only person who cares about him is already gone.

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Cale still remembered how that guy Choi Han was hitting him, in a territory where everyone was afraid of him.

But that guy was not punished, on the contrary, he "taken away" the old housekeeper who had taken care of him since childhood and the chef's son, whom he once considered his big brother.

Gritting his teeth, Cale reached out his hand to pick up the bottle of wine, gulped it down, ignoring the hidden pain caused by the strong impact.

No, he should have known that.

In this world, the only thing warm to him was money and alcohol.

He should know....

Feeling cold on his cheeks, Cale unsteadily got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face.

Why is he still waiting, his father still cares about him?

Looking at his pale face in the mirror, Cale smiled, returning to the most "trash" in this land.

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Cale got drunk again, he chased away the guards who wanted to follow him, then wandered to the city gate.

He still remembered, the first time he saw that bastard Choi Han.

Although the guy didn't know him, he had been observing him for a long time.

Just one glance, the act of seeing the kittens and choosing to change direction causing one of its legs to break, captured his attention.

Of course, he still chose to leave, not to go near that bastard.

Cale laughed to himself, looked at the wall, and then suddenly saw the two familiar small figures.

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"Are you guys still here?"

The two kittens hearing the voice, raised their heads with a weak effort.

Cale looked at their emaciated bodies to know what state they were in.

To be honest, Cale didn't care much for cats either, but....

Looking so hungry and cold that he didn't have the strength to move the kitten, he suddenly remembered that figure.

Cale "Tsk" once, threw the bottle of wine in his hand away.

On and Hong suddenly felt themselves lifted, then pulled into an embrace filled with the scent of alcohol and antiseptic water.

Lifting the two cats and placing them on top of his cast arm, Cale left.

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"Young master, where do these two cute kittens come from?"

The young butler with orange hair and sparkling eyes looked at the two kittens in Cale's arms, and after seeing their weakened state, he was shocked and nervously stepped forward.

"Poor, they must be hungry, do you need me to prepare food for them?"

Why don't you normally care about me like this?

Cale glanced sideways at the butler, still holding the kittens firmly in his arms, unlike a person who had been so drunk that he could not see clearly, and calmly ordered.

"Go prepare liquid food, bandage and warm them, then remember to bring them back to my bedroom."

Then instead of roughly lifting them, he unknowingly carefully lifted them up, put them in the butler's hands, and left.

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The two red and silver cats were completely fed, bandaged and warmed, and recovered slightly, of which the red cat was curious to explore Cale's room, but Cale grabbed it by the nape of the neck and threw it on the bed.

"Don't mess around, it's all broken glass in here."

Cale said that, causing the cats to notice Cale's paws stepping on those broken glass.

"Meow? Meow meow meow!!!"

Hearing a worried cat meow, then approached him one silver one red kittens, Cale's expression softened.

"It's okay, I won't get hurt, see."

Cale sat on the bed, crossing his legs, revealing his paws to the kittens.

Although he didn't look like it, Cale had a good balance instinct, being able to stand on broken pieces without sustaining a single wound.

Maybe that's why they forgot to clean his room today?

Cale thought coldly, reaching out his hand to rub the fluffy heads that were still meowing worried.

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Cale sat on the bed, using a blanket to wrap the two kittens into a waffle.

Lazy to find more blankets for himself, Cale sat on they side, gently patting the small cat's back.

"Go to sleep, I'll take care of you from now on."

The two kittens looked at Cale with his head and hands still wrapped in bandages, revealing the outside of the bandages on his body, silently licking Cale's fingertips in agreement, and then closed they eyes.

In their hazy thoughts, they recalled the days when they were wandering when they heard people gossip about the unruly scoundrel and trash young master.

But they won't notice that anymore.

Because for them, this young master is not like that rumor, is someone who gives them the feeling that they can rely on adults with peace of mind, save them from the cold and hunger, and give them a home to live in.

Even if they can only maintain their cat form for the rest of their lives or even be called by another name, they are willing.

Because, they know, they will be protected by this person.

However, for some reason they had the feeling that they would end up protecting this wounded human in the end.

Smelling the disinfectant and alcohol from the teenager's redhead, the two cats thought.