Перевод песни J. Cole feat. Amber Coffman — She Knows
Текст песни She Knows
Перевод песни She Knows
[Intro: J. Cole & Amber Coffman:]
She knows
She knows, ayy
Bad things happen to the people you love
And you find yourself praying up to heaven above
But honestly I’ve never had much sympathy
‘Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me
I’m gonna run run away (oh I), run run away, run away (oh I-I-I)
Run away and never come back (well all right)
Run run away, run run away (oh I), run away (oh I-I-I)
Show ‘em that your color is black (well all right)
[Verse 1:]
Damned if I do
Damned if I don’t
You know I got a girl back home
You got a man what you want, what you want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
On some DMX shit
I know them other niggas love tricking
On some BMX shit
But not me
Now I’m sure you done heard about me
A black star, Mos Def, Kweli
Good so them bad hoes try me, they try me
This is Martin Luther King in the club
Getting dubs, with a bad bitch in his ear
Sayin’ that she down for whatever
In the back of his mind is Coretta
[Chorus:]
And she knows
She knows
And I know she knows
And I know she knows
And deep down she knows
She knows
And I know she knows
And I know she knows
[Refrain:]
Well all right
Oh I
Oh I-I-I
I can’t be what you want from me, well all right
Oh I
Oh I-I-I
I can’t be what you want from me, well all right
[Verse 2:]
Damned if I do (shit)
Damned if I don’t
I’m passing up on bad hoes
Trying to be the man that she want, what she want?
What she—what she want from a nigga?
To put a ring on it
Got a bitch on my dick right now
And she just want to sing on it
Got me up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
Dancehall vibes with my pants on fire
‘Cause I told her I was sleep
‘Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose
She could be doing the same thing I suppose
[Chorus:]
And she knows
She knows
And I know she knows
And I know she knows
And deep down she knows
She knows
And I know she knows
And I know she knows
[Refrain:]
Well all right
Oh I
Oh I-I-I
I can’t be what you want from me, well all right
Oh I
Oh I-I-I
I can’t be what you want from me, well all right
[Bridge 1:]
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up
Only bad thing ’bout a star is they burn up
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up
Only bad thing ’bout a star is they burn up
Rest in peace to Aaliyah
Rest in peace to Left Eye (Left Eye)
Michael Jackson, I’ll see ya
Just as soon as I die (I die)
[Bridge 2:]
Got me up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
[Refrain:]
Well all right
Oh I
Oh I-I-I
I can’t be what you want from me, well all right
Oh I
Oh I-I-I
I can’t be what you want from me, well all right
[Outro: Amber Coffman:]
Run away, run away, black
Run away, run away, black
Run away, run away, black
Run away, run away, black
Она знает
[Вступление: J. Cole и Amber Coffman]
Она знает,
Она знает, эй!
Плохое случается с теми, кого любишь,
А ты ищешь себя в молитве Небесам,
Но, честно говоря, я никогда особо не сочувствовала,
Потому что всегда видела, как плохое преследует меня.
Я собираюсь убе-убежать, (о, я) убе-убежать, убежать! (о, я-я-я)
Беги и никогда не возвращайся! (хорошо)
Убегай, убегай, (о, я) убегай! (о, я-я-я)
Покажи им, что ты чёрный! (хорошо) 1
[Куплет 1:]
Будь я проклят, если сделаю это,
Будь я проклят, если не сделаю,
Знаешь, меня дома ждёт девушка,
А у тебя есть парень, чего тебе надо, чего?
Что эти суки хотят от ниггера?
Как у DMX. 2
Я знаю, что другие ниггеры любят обманывать, 3
Как на BMX, 4
Но не я.
Я уверен, ты слышала обо мне,
Черная звезда, определённо правдив, 5
Я хороший парень, поэтому шлюшки испытывают меня, испытывают меня.
Это Мартин Лютер Кинг в клубе 6
Курит травку вместе с сукой, которая присела ему на уши 7
И говорит, что она готова на что угодно,
Но он ещё вспоминает о Коретте. 8
[Припев:]
Она знает,
Она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает,
В глубине души она знает,
Она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает.
[Рефрен:]
Ну ладно,
О, я,
О, я-я-я,
Я не могу быть тем, кем ты хочешь меня видеть, ну да ладно.
О, я,
О, я-я-я,
Я не могу быть тем, кем ты хочешь меня видеть, ну да ладно.
[Куплет 2:]
Будь я проклят, если сделаю это, (чёрт)
Будь я проклят, если нет,
Я не ведусь на сук,
Я пытаюсь оправдать её желания, что ей надо?
Что ей, что ей надо от ниггера?
Кольца на пальце?
Так у меня сейчас на хуе сука,
И она хочет пропеть в него.
Такой кайф,
Хочу урвать свой кусок яблочного пирога. 9
Я на вершине,
Хочу урвать свой кусок яблочного пирога.
Ритмы дэнсхолла, мои штаны разрываются, 10
Я сказал своей, что уже спал,
Потому что я ухожу с другой, которую выбрал сам,
Возможно, она делает то же самое.
[Припев:]
Она знает,
Она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает,
В глубине души она знает,
Она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает,
Я знаю, что она знает.
[Переход:]
Ну ладно,
О, я,
О, я-я-я,
Я не могу быть тем, кем ты хочешь меня видеть, ну да ладно.
О, я,
О, я-я-я,
Я не могу быть тем, кем ты хочешь меня видеть, ну да ладно.
[Связка 1:]
Ниггеры говорят «Зажигай», шлюхи говорят «Зажигай»,
Одно плохо: звёзды сгорают.
Ниггеры говорят «Зажигай», шлюхи говорят «Зажигай»,
Одно плохо: звёзды сгорают. 11
Покойся с миром, Алия,
Покойся с миром, Левый Глаз, (Левый Глаз)
Майкл Джексон, увидимся,
Как только я умру. (умру)
[Связка 2:]
Такой кайф,
Хочу урвать свой кусок яблочного пирога.
Я на вершине,
Хочу урвать свой кусок яблочного пирога.
Такой кайф,
Хочу урвать свой кусок яблочного пирога.
Я на вершине,
Хочу урвать свой кусок яблочного пирога.
[Рефрен:]
Ну ладно,
О, я,
О, я-я-я,
Я не могу быть тем, кем ты хочешь меня видеть, ну да ладно.
О, я,
О, я-я-я,
Я не могу быть тем, кем ты хочешь меня видеть, ну да ладно.
[Заключение: Amber Coffman]
Беги отсюда, беги, чёрный,
Беги отсюда, беги, чёрный,
Беги отсюда, беги, чёрный,
Беги отсюда, беги, чёрный!
1 — Для создания этого трека Джей Коул использовал музыкальный и вокальный сэмпл из трека 2011 года группы Cults «Bad Things».
2 — DMX (от Dark Man X) — Эрл Симмонс, американский рэпер и актёр. «What These Bitches Want» — знаменитая песня DMX.
3 — To trick — исполнять трюки, здесь: обманывать.
4 — BMX — разновидность велосипеда, изначально предназначенная для исполнения трюков.
5 — Игра слов: black star — досл. «чёрная звезда», Black Star — американский хип-хоп дуэт, состоявший из рэперов Mos Def и Talib Kweli. Mos def — most definitely (определённо, сленг.), Kweli — «правда» (суахили).
6 — Лидер борьбы за гражданские права чернокожих в США Мартин Лютер Кинг-младший, изменял своей жене, поэтому Коул, сравнивая себя с Кингом, подразумевает престиж и ум, несмотря на измены.
7 — Dub — сленговое название марихуаны.
8 — Коретта Скотт Кинг — жена, а затем вдова известного борца за права чернокожих в США Мартина Лютера Кинга.
9 — Возможно здесь «яблочный пирог» означает «заняться сексом», а также отсылает к треку Джей Коула «Запретный плод», намекая на грех Адама и Евы.
10 — Дэнсхолл — поджанр ямайской музыки, сходный с регги и раггамаффином.
11 — Коул говорит о том, что любые звёзды могут сгореть, не только те, что в космосе. Как это случилось с волосами Майкла Джексона на съёмках для рекламы Pepsi, как это было с Лизой Лопес по прозвищу «Левый Глаз», которая погибла в авиакатастрофе, но до этого успела сжечь дом своего парня, и как это случилось с Алией Хоутон, которая, по некоторым данным, скончалась от многочисленных травм и ожогов, после того, как самолёт Cessna 404 из-за перегрузок не смог подняться в воздух и рухнул на расстоянии около 60 метров от взлётно-посадочной полосы.
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burnt apple pie [TCF]
aprettyperson
Summary:
on really think that cale is obvious. or maybe she was greater in reading her siblings’ behaviour.
she could still taste the burnt apple pie.
Notes:
hi, I’m here with TCF fanfic. I haven’t edit this yet, so the grammar and other stuff might be messy.
this was based from a scene I’ve read from the novel. i got a heart attack because of the cuteness. the timeline for this story will not be clear as to let cale get his well deserved rest.
thank you for clicking, and please enjoy!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
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cale knows that he’s filthy rich. he could buy lands, houses and expensive jewelleries with a snap of his fingers. having a lot of money is fun.
other than that, money also could buy people’s service, take ron as an example. he is a butler working for the henituse for as long as the redhead know.
ron had came to their territory a few years ago, bringing along his child, beacrox.
beacrox was as scary and intimidating as his father, cale thought, but ron still won in that aspect. the benign smile he has while handing the sour lemon tea never fails to send chills.
anyways, beacrox make heavenly food. no offense to other cooks, but the taste of their food paled in comparison of beacrox’s.
the reason behind why cale was praising beacrox so much was because it was nearly noon. someone will call them later to have lunch, and coincidentally, the menu for the day was cale’s— and raon’s— favourite. steak.
enough talking about the molan father and son, cale shivered. maybe him doing nothing can lead to scary thoughts.
his fingers gingerly touched the hard cover of the book he recently bought. he had read through the prologue and decided that he would continue after lunch. if he didn’t, he’d be hearing no ends from others about his.. health. he preferred if people would stop caring about him eating or not, but would do anything as long as they will not pester him so much.
he stared at raon, who’s happily chatting with hong on the plush sofa. cale had tuned out whatever nonsense they were speaking of, but his eyes would sometimes drift to watch them.
from the sofa in front of her younger brothers, on briefly looked at cale before shrugging. their eyes met and cale tapped the empty side of the bed. at the gesture, the kitten simply jumped off the sofa and trudged towards the bed and jumping on to the soft mattress.
she then curled her body as she found the perfect spot next to cale. her big eyes stared at him for a second before closing as she snuggled more into cale’s body heat.
bits of what the younger children’s conversation was about reached his ears— he tried to tune them out, seriously— cale was not sure if they were talking loudly on purpose. it didn’t help that the ancient powers were being so quiet these days, but he was not going to complain.
cale’s hand gently pat the drowsy kitten on her head out of habit, and continued his ministration when she had leaned in for more.
“and they say there’ll be many food stalls! I can’t wait!” raon brought out his full piggy bank from his spatial dimension. he seemed proud of it as it made a noise of coins rattling inside it.
“wow! noona and me can’t bring as many money as our youngest. we bring them in a pouch.” hong commented, his paw tapping on to the pouch in front of him.
“i’m sure human will go along with us, so you can ask him to bring your piggy bank too!” raon suggested, and cale immediately threw his attention to the open window, finding the birds chirping extremely interesting.
it went quiet and he felt two pairs of eyes burning holes into the back of his head.
he felt a slight dip when the other two children climbed on his bed.
on was rudely awakened by the youngers’ excited voices but what could she do? her position didn’t move and so does her calm expression, but cale knew that she was fully conscious and was listening in.
hong and raon had the audacity to give those innocent and cute eyes—
persist. cale must persist.
“human! are you coming with us?” none of these children were afraid in voicing their thoughts. raon took the lead in asking. cale wanted to feign ignorance as he wasn’t given the context of what raon was even talking about.
though cale couldn’t fool these children. they know that he was always watching over them. that he was listening.
“will you send that butler with us? hans?” hong tried to ask quietly as if not to wake up— the already conscious— on.
in his opinion, hans was the best choice in handling the kittens than him, even if can.. go overboard sometimes. cale just didn’t want the headache of three children screaming in all directions trying to grab his attention, especially since he was supposed to be relaxing.
“oh, is that so..” they quickly sounded dejected, not even letting cale finish his sentence.
cale sighed, still maintaining his stoic face. it was bad that their attempt to guilt-trip him was working.
“why do you need me to be with you? you all have the money i gave, right?” he asked. on slightly shook her head beside him. cale briefly stared at her. sometimes she act like she knows something that cale doesn’t. weird.
if it was about security, cale wasn’t troubled.
the annual festival that will soon taking place was held in the henituse territory, and cale believed that no one dared to harm the children— or kittens, as many people see— because they were always seen with cale henituse, the first born of the henituse family.
and as the young master silver shield that many adores.
and it wasn’t like he was needed for them to protect themselves. they could be vicious unintentionally, and would probably scare away the brave fools aiming for them. (cale wondered who taught them.)
“b, but how would someone buy me what i want? human, you ar—” raon weakly tried to argue.
“but our great and mighty raon can speak in our minds,” cale rubbed hong’s head and he purred in response. “remember? I’m sure the three of you can do it.” cale remembered the day they all went out to spend money together. he wanted to go into the toy store, thinking maybe they would want to buy something— like other normal children of their ages do— but instead they asked him if he wanted them.
(cale was shocked about their accusation.)
the way their eyes lit up after seeing the expensive weapons were still etched in cale’s mind. again, being rich is fun. he completely cleaned the store by buying everything the shopkeeper has to offer that day.
(scary. cale thinks they are scary for wanting weapons. but they’re the one protecting him, so the money he used was basically insurance for himself.)
“yes.. we remember..” their voices once again snapped him out from his train of thoughts. he need to stop thinking about useless stuff so much. also, raon didn’t comment about him being a mighty dragon,
and that was worrisome.
cale reached out his hand to give a gentle pat on raon’s round head. then his fingers accidentally brushed on to the black dragon’s cheek. hm? he momentarily froze.
“raon.” cale called out.
“have you eaten properly?”
“huh?” even the little dragon was dumbfounded by the unexpected question.
cale properly used two hands to cup the dragons cheeks.
they were not round, nor chubby.
“answer me, raon.” cale urged, and raised an eyebrow when the black dragon did an imitation of a gaping fish.
raon seemed to chase the warm hands that retracted themselves from his cheeks, but cale didn’t notice. he looked at hong.
“hong.” cale gestured to his waiting arms. the kitten shot his youngest a questioning look, mirorring raon’s. raon shrugged and pointed towards cale using his head.
hong still did as told. he quietly climbed in his arms, and find a position that he was comfortable in before settling in. he flinched when he saw cale frowning as he was looking at him.
hong thought he did something wrong, but then cale’s hand stroked his fur like usual, so he gradually relaxed in his hold.
cale’s mind was loud.
hong was lighter than before. at a glance cale wouldn’t notice because both on and hong’s fur was shiny and fluffy, making the image of them looking a bit bigger than reality.
cale tried tracking back any signs of them not eating for the past six months.
wait, wait, you might be wondering. why six months ago?
believe it or not, it was strangely peaceful. it was after they all came back from the exciting adventure— dubbed by the children— and as soon as they do, cale activated his slacker mode.
there was no trash bastard named White Star—maybe—, a place on fire, dead mana bombings, or the ancient powers crazy dialogues in his head. cale was on guard on the first week but then pushed the responsibility to others around him. he wanted to rest.
he, cale henituse | kim rok soo finally got what he was desiring for so long, and he wasn’t going to let it go.
he heard raon’s ‘why are you smiling like that?’ comment multiple times before it finally died down. (it took a while for the children to accept cale was going to lay down and sleep during the days and do nothing after waking up.)
time passed. he wasn’t expecting it, but he got bored of sleeping.
(‘huh?’, cale was flabbergasted by that, too.)
cale settled to reading. luckily there was a library in the henituse castle. there were some people watching cale as he read, thinking he would be overheated (he said that he was okay and overheating only happen if he wants to.)
basen henituse, his younger brother and the next count for the teritorry couldn’t hide his shock seeing him sitting in the library with a book in his hand.
(‘w—what are you doing here?’
‘i’m reading. there’s not much fantasy genres here, huh?’
‘y.. yes. most of the books here are about history, economy—’
‘that’s fine, no need to list them out. just pretend I don’t exist.’)
from there, cale forget.
too immersed in reading, he didn’t notice the clock ticking. the lunch he was supposed to have was already cold, if not the maids probably had emptied the dining table. the warm orange streaks from the windows were the only source of light he had.
in the quiet and serene moment he had, he didn’t know the chaos outside the library.
‘noona! what should we do? should we tell grandpa? choi han? rosalyn?’
‘his scent is weak here but he’s still in the mansion. I’ll search for choi han just in case cale is with him.’)
“ah.” cale gasped, hand stopped stroking hong.
“was it because my terrible eating habit?” he cringed at what he had said.
“weak human! you do know you have to eat so you can get strong? but not stronger than me, raon miru!” the dragon sounded clearly worried even as he praised himself. hong nodded, agreeing with him.
‘i— i just made children starve themselves?’ his kim rok soo self was cursing at him. riddled with guilt, cale looked at the window again. “fine,” he muttered. three sets of eyes looked at him in question.
“i’ll accompany you three. but only because want to stretch my legs a bit. I’m going home as soon as I’m tired, okay?”
gasps resounded before a chorus of “yes!” replied.
on the day of the festival.
“young master! it’s good to see you outside again.” hans had a bright smile on his face as the kittens with pouches— loose but securely tied to their necks— in his arms.
cale waved him off as he tried ignoring raon’s excited blabbering inside his mind. he was floating around, invisible, and was reporting any stalls that caught his attention to both cale, on and hong.
“why are you here?” cale asked, grabbing the light brown cloak from the maid behind him.
“i heard that you finally decided to get out of your room from the children.” choi han replied, oblivious to the way cale looked at him. he was in his usual attire, and will probably attract attention from everyone who was coming to the festival.
‘he came at the perfect time.’ cale tapped on choi han’s shoulder as he stood in front of him.
“good.” he muttered, making choi han raised his eyebrow. unsure of what to say, he answered
after the little interaction, they all started to move.
as he walked around, cale genuinely thought that countess violan did a great job in handling the festival. everything was going smoothly for the time being.
every stalls got their own spotlight and none of them were deserted. the smell of food and candles mingled in the air, yet it was pleasing to the nose.
“have you eaten breakfast, cale-nim?”
“no, I’m saving up space for the food I’m going to buy here.” cale didn’t see his companions’ worried looks.
cale couldn’t believe himself when he marched to the kitchen this morning and said ‘i won’t be eating breakfast’ to beacrox. the man looked at him with a deadpan look while tightening his grip on his knife. that sight alone made cale wonder where his confidence come from and quickly walked away.
“chicken skewers! would you like me to buy that for you, young master? I’ll search for the best one there is!” hans piped in, releasing the kittens on the ground as they wiggled in his arms. the kittens meowed in agreement and he swooned, almost forgetting to serve his own young master.
out of nowhere, an apple pie came out of thin air, plopping onto cale’s hand.
“raon? why do you give me this?” ‘out in the public, too’ was left unsaid. cale was weirded out, it wasn’t like everyone would see it, as his hand was hidden in his cloak. only the four around him heard him whispering.
“maybe he’s worried about you, cale-nim. you’re getting thinner.” choi han theorised, as he couldn’t hear what raon was saying. cale didn’t know either, since the dragon just pushed the pie in his hand and demanded him eat it.
“what? no. have you seen the three of them?” cale turned around and started munching. his voice sounded desperate. (but cale-nim is never desperate?)
“huh, i bet you’re losing a lot of weight too choi han. that’s no good.”
choi han couldn’t lie, he did lose some. he helped the wolf children to train for a bit, and sometimes even sparred with them. he ate what he could find, but he guess that it wasn’t enough?
cale had his hand on his hip as he finished the pie and fished out a pouch. he threw it in the dark haired man’s direction, who caught it with ease.
“today, i need to fatten up the four of you. spend the money, go crazy.”
“young master, i can help supervising the kitten-nims!”
“would that be okay with you?” cale crouched down to the two cat tribe children and asked. the two of them looked at each other before staring at the empty space behind cale.
” they tapped on his legs and nodded.
“how is the wolf children?” cale watched as hans waved his hand before catching up with the kittens. he was shining, even as they mixed into the crowd.
choi han smiled before reporting on how they got a lot stronger and were healthy. “oh, and they are here too, but i ask them to try avoid cale-nim if they see you.”
“choi han, you are very good.” cale’s lips curled up in his robe. suddenly, raon spoke up
— human! i want that sweet looking thing!
cale strained his eyes. he didn’t know what raon was pointing at, and ‘sweet looking thing’ was very vague. near them was dozens of stalls with sweets and pastries lined up.
“which one does raon want?” choi han asked, eyeing the hard candies in the bowl. the old lady selling it was looking at him with awe, recognizing the swordmaster choi han.
“candies, cake, pancake, chocolate— wait can you eat chocolate?— and ice cream. that’s the nearest with us. choose.” cale patiently stood in his place, foot tapping the ground.
— cake! i want with lots of chocolate!!
“chocolate cake.” cale pointed towards the beautifully decorated cake on the shelf and was taking out his money.
“hey, choi han, do you think dragons can eat chocolate?” he asked quietly after paying and handing it to the man, who gladly took it even without being told.
“i think they can? they eat anything us humans do, right?” he answered, not fully sure of himself. he could feel raon’s presence near his shoulder, maybe peeking on the cake in choi han’s hands.
— yes! we dragons are not weak! and chocolate is yummy
“by the way raon, do you have a magic that can make anything, instantly, even food?” the dark haired man’s question was left hanging for a while.
— i, i’m great and mighty raon miru!
raon’s voice in their heads shook. cale was intrigued.
“or magic that can duplicate things for many times?” cale snickered, surely choi han understand that even raon doesn’t know what to say if he doesn’t confidentally scream his answer.
“i was wondering where all the apple pies are coming from? did you ask beacrox to make them and—” choi han was cut off by someone, a kid running and bumping into his legs. with his amazing balance, he caught both the kid and the cake before it could fall.
choi han crouched down to meet the eye of the sniffling child. he blinked.
“cale-nim, i think she’s crying.”
cale looked around to see if there was any parents appearing like they were frantically searching for their lost child. there was none. sigh, so much for a relaxing day.
“hey kid, what’s wrong? did you get lost?”
“m, mom! medicine..” she cried, making cale frown. he saw the paper bag in her shaking hands. she was clutching to it as if her life depended on it. cale started to understand the situation. he pointed at the bag.
“did you steal it?” the girl went rigid at the mention of stealing.
“p, please don’t send me to—”
“is it the correct one, though? the medicine.” cale coolly asked, as if he wasn’t dealing with a thief. he watched as the girl bit her bottom lip.
“mom has fever but i can only g, get her pain reliever..”
she had her eyes wide as saucers when cale pried off her hands from the bag of medicine and was about to cry in protest. he shut her up by saying,
“bring me to where you buy this, hurry.”
it was an understatement when cale said that the owner of the store was shocked to see the young master of the teritorry in front of him.
(the little girl was about to kneel on the ground while bawling her eyes out. she recognized him the moment he took off his cloak.)
though he was a bit upset that someone had stolen under his supervision without him noticing. he hadn’t open a stall during the festival because he didn’t want anyone who was sick had a hard time searching for him to buy medicine.
“i’ll buy this,” cale waved the pain reliever in front of him and added, “and also medicine for fever. for an adult.”
“ahem.” choi han faked a cough.
cale turned around to give the paper bags to the girl when raon screamed inside his mind.
— human! are you in pain? weak human, answer me!!
‘aigoo, i am in pain after hearing you scream.’ he lightly pressed his fingers on his temple.
— I’m going to destroy the world—!
“cale-nim, are you okay?” cale, who was sweating, held out his hand to choi han, who misunderstood it for cale feeling lightheaded. he took a step closer the redhaired young master.
(cale was teriffied by raon’s talk about destroying the world, that he was sweating.)
“i’m going back home— by myself. raon, choi han, go notify the other three.” cale whispered, his eyes trailing to the girl behind him.
“are you bringing the girl back to her home?”
cale didn’t show that he was surprised, even if his mind was asking since when did he promise to do that. curse choi han to say it out loud, cale felt like there was a heavy weight on his back, and it was in the form of a little girl with teary eyes, and a man looking at him expectantly.
“yes. make sure that you go home only after you eat a lot.” the young master eyed the man in front of him.
“use the money i gave you.” cale started walking towards the door. the girl quickly followed his leisure stride.
choi han, who was standing still for a few seconds suddenly stopped him from going outside the store by calling him. “cale-nim.. raon is asking for something.”
‘that’s weird, why didn’t he talk directly to me? is he upset I’m not coming with?’ cale pushed the thought aside and urged him to continue.
the girl had also stopped, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. (the cloak was long forgotten since the sun was getting higher and the temperature was rising. at this time everyone would find shade to rest for a while.)
“he wants you to eat this..cake. he said he’ll find something more delicious, and you have to be grateful for the great and mighty raon.” he ended the note with a chuckle but cale knew that raon was probably saying all those as a threat. choi han must’ve miss his ‘i will destroy the world’ comment.
“okay.” was the easiest answer so he could quickly get out of the store and send the kid— whose parents were probably panicking at her disappearance— back home.
“y, young master cale! w, why are you here?” the woman who greeted him at the door was the girl’s mother. she burst into tears right in front of her, profusely apologizing, while handing the paper bag.
“ma’am i heard that you’re sick. your daughter had bought you some medicine.” he watched as the mother kneeled down to wipe her child’s tears, and scanned the bag she was given.
“w, where did you get the money—” she went slacked jaw before looking at cale.
“that thing is cheap, no worries.” cale pretended he didn’t hear the children crying for their mother’s attention inside the house.
“here, take this too.” his hands were getting tired of holding the food and cake, so he decided to just give it away.
(let’s just hope raon didn’t know this tiny detail.)
the woman was speechless, but accepted the help that cale was giving nonetheless. she asked the girl to cut the cake into several pieces and eat with her siblings, and not fight over the food that she was holding.
“t, thank you, young master. today.. today is actually my daughter’s birthday. usually their dad will be the one to bring home a cake. b, but..” cale who didn’t expect her to share her backstory smiled nervously.
“i’m sure your husband would be worried if he sees you like this. please take care of yourself more.” he hoped that she got the message and let him excuse himself, and she did. thank goodness. after thanking him, she smiled one last time before softly closing the door.
cale stared at the wooden door. he could hear muffled voices from inside. they sounded happy.
birthday, huh. cale hadn’t really give much thoughts about birthdays.
cale couldn’t believe it.
he fainted right when he arrived at the entrance of his own house.
and the last thing he heard was people calling out his name, and ron’s calm voice.
‘this vicious old man can’t even let me faint peacefully, huh?’
ah, he was so used to fainting it felt like he was just sleeping.
he heard sniffling from raon, on and hong. raon was mumbling something that cale didn’t want to know, for safety purposes. why were they crying? he wasn’t heartless to let them continue crying, but he wasn’t dead, just tired.
so he tried to fall unconscious again but—
“young master, you’re awake.”
for safety purposes, he had forced himself to open his eyes. though he felt like he was in someone’s death note the moment his eyes met with ron’s.
“human!! y, you’re awake!”
“nya! nya!” on and hong were just meowing, furiously rubbing their heads on cale’s palm. at that, he weakly rubbed them, hearing them purring loudly. his body relaxed.
“w, water.” his voice cracked, now that he think of it, he hadn’t even drink water before going out to the festival. the still opened window allowed him to see the golden and orange coloured sky, and people’s voices reached his ears. it seemed like he hadn’t passed out for long, as the festival only lasted for a day.
(‘weird,’ cale said. ‘such successful festival, isn’t it a waste to only to hold it once a year?’ he was counting the money they could get if the days were extended.
countess voilan was touched.)
“you fainted. cale—” his father’s voice turned into white noise. he didn’t hate his father, but, he was an adult, he could take care of himself. why do people keep babying him? it’s not like he coughed blood anymore— anymore.
(eruhaben would have said something about him being unlucky.)
“anyways, there was this one girl with her siblings. they waited in front of the door, and they said they wanted to thank you—”
“ah, those kids. troubling themselves for no reason.” he nonchalantly nodded his head, spooning the soup that he was forced into eating. it tasted good as always, since beacrox made it. the man mentioned was actually standing stiffly beside him, watching him blow the soup and put the spoon in his mouth.
it was seriously scaring him how his family members were intensely watching his every move.
«lilly, pass me the bread.” ah, he was still hungry.
“i’m sorry, but if nobody else is eating, then can you leave me alone?” he was uncomfortable under their gazes. the three children were enough company, even if their gazes felt heavier than anybody else’s. they were extremely worried.
they respected his decision and quietly left. the countess said to enjoy his meal and closed the door to the dining room while smiling. ron left as well when cale had ask for only beacrox to stay.
“beacrox, did you meet the wolf children today?” cale dipped the bread into his soup, and closed his eyes as he savoured the flavour. meat was still his favourite, but they made him eat something lighter as to not harm his stomach.
“okay, just asking. please call hans for me. you may leave.” from the tail of his eyes, cale saw beacrox nodded.
the door softly clicked as he excused himself. there wasn’t even any sound of footsteps.
“raon, between chocolate cake and apple pie, which do you prefer more?” cale asked. raon had made himself visible, and sat on the wide dining table, on and hong following his action.
“i like steak! why, human?”
“anyways— our youngest, raon, is proud of you, cale!” hong cheerfully said, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. raon fluttered his little wings when his name was mentioned. he nodded.
“our human is a good human, after all!”
“yes, though he was sad that you gave all of the cake.” on added, patting raon’s back.
“anyways, do any of you know your birthday?” cale leaned back to his chair. he finished his food and was full. what he got was three children looking down.
ah, since he was refreshed and energised after eating, he wanted to beat up some bastards for making these children’s childhood (is it called childhood if they are still one?) such a traumatic event. he was sure choi han would gladly help him.
cale hummed as he tapped the armrest of the chair, thinking.
“hm, i suppose your birthdays will be the day i met you. on and hong was during XX-XX while raon was XX-XX. how does that sound to you?”
(cale, or kim rok soo was great in remembering some details. it was a really useful ability.)
“the day human met me.. is my ‘birthday’. when is it?” raon’s eyes were sparkling. he tried not to show his excitement, failing miserably.
“your birthdays have passed, we’ll wait for next year.”
cale, and kim rok soo thought of himself as someone who is calm, collected and patient.
he was just bored.
and to wait for a year for their birthdays. that felt too long.
time felt like it was slowing down, and he wanted to do something.
crown prince alberu should be drowning in his workload of papers, which had decreased significantly the moment cale stopped doing crazy stuff around the kingdom. but he was still busy— and tired— as the future king of roan kingdom. (empire, one day.)
even if cale was a trashy person, he wouldn’t bother someone who he deemed important— for his income— so bothering alberu by praising him until he hang up the call was out of topic.
he stalked into the kitchen.
kim rok soo was a decent cook. well, for korean food, of course. sweets and pastries were not his speciality. and choi han would be suspicious if he was to cook food from where he was from.
‘everyone starts from somewhere.’ the cliché fantasy novel he read a few days ago has that line. he was taking that advice.
he wanted to bake apple pie. he ate them so much, so he figured, ‘why not try making it?’
the ingredients were neatly laid out in front of him on the marble counter. he stared at them with hands on his hip. something was missing—
“how am i going to measure the ingredients?” he crouched down to search for anything that would help him. “where did he keep it? is he that much of a pro to the point he doesn’t even need a scale?” he opened each cupboard before closing it back.
once he found it, he set the item on the counter and rolled his sleeves. “let’s start with the dough.” cale mumbled to himself. memories of what he read came rushing into his mind.
he added flour and salt into a medium sized bowl. the flour was a hassle to measure, and he ended up not caring the little excessive and carried on adding the cubed butter.
cale took a deep breath before starting to break the butter with a fork. he wished the butter was melted to make easier—maybe— but that’s not what the recipe book said, so he had to use the little strength he had to turn the floor and butter into some lumps.
“ice water, where are you?” he sang song, already feeling tired and regretting his life choices. after that he poured an amount he hoped won’t make the mixture runny and mixed again. it turned out okay, not too dry and not too sticky.
huh, secret talent maybe?
“and then i have to roll it on a surface.. should i sprinkle some flour on the counter?” he asked himself, unsure of what to do next. would beacrox kill him if he see the mess cale was about to commit?
“ugh i better make this quick.” he glanced at the small clock he had brought along with him.
‘3:12 in the morning.’
he wished for a long slacker life before patting some flour on the marble top. his work space was as small as possible in hope for an easier cleaning later.
he grabbed the dough in the bowl and accidentally slapped it on the counter, watching as bits of flour flew in the air.
it took a while with a lot of effort, but cale successfully turned the dough into a round shape. he gave himself a pat on the back mentally. after covering it with plastic and making sure no air could enter, cale heaved out a heavy sigh.
he opened the refrigerator to put in the dough, but then something caught his eyes. a note stuck below a container that seemed out of place. he neatly set down the covered dough and picked up the note with a handwriting he recognized.
deputy butler hans.
he kept showing up lately— it was suspicious. cale stared at the ceiling. he went back to reading the note.
‘i tried to be as quietly as possible while doing this. if you find this note in the trash, i’m sorry. (please don’t)
anyways, you really are a great young master, and this is my way of showing you my support!! i read through the recipe and made the filling and added my secret recipe too , and 2 more users as well as 54 guests left kudos on this work!
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