The Reader who became a Butler

Chapter 8

"Ah!" he yelped in shock, his face turning as red as a ripe tomato.

The God of Death chuckled softly. "You left me no choice."

"The f*ck I didn't! My choice was to be a plant in the ground!" Hans shouted, now struggling to get out of the God of Death's arms.

"Whoa, careful. I might drop you," the God of Death warned.

"Put me down!"

"Just stay sti-"

"Pervert!"

"Wha-"

"Molester!"

"Calm dow-"

"Help! Someone help me!"

"Stop struggle-"

POW!

Hans suddenly felt himself falling, and he closed his eyes, preparing for impact. But instead of hitting the cold ground, he felt a new pair of hands carrying him in a child-like carry.

Hesitant to open his eyes, he cautiously peeked and found himself face to face with the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the man's beauty.

'Woah, he looks so pretty. I bet he could smack Eruhaben-nim a thousand times with that beauty,' Hans thought with a hint of admiration.

(Meanwhile, somewhere, Eruhaben, the ancient dragon, sneezed and felt like someone was cursing him.)

"I would very much like it if you don't start harassing my sweet child, God of Death," the beautiful man said with a gentle but firm tone, protecting Hans like a father worried about his son who had almost been kidnapped by a suspicious person.

"Are you alright child?" The beautiful man looked at him in worry.

Hans blushed at the man's concern. "Ah... I-I am... okay," he shyly replied, feeling bashful under the man's warm gaze.

The man chuckled, and the sound felt like a melody to Hans's ears, making him feel even more at ease.

"Ughhh, really? Why did you have to kick me, my old friend?" Hans heard the God of Death grumble from the ground.

Both the beautiful man and Hans turned to the pitiful God of Death and looked at him with deadpan expressions.

"You deserve it," the beautiful man responded matter-of-factly and Hans nodded along feeling a sense of comradery.

As the God of Death lay back down on the cold grown sulking. Hans was placed on a comfortable pillow, he couldn't help but playfully squish the pillows around him, giggling like a child.

As he hugged one of the pillows, he felt someone's warm hand patting his head gently. Looking up, he saw the beautiful man looking at him with a warm smile, and Hans couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

Without realizing it, he leaned into the man's touch, savoring the warmth and comfort it brought him. Unbeknownst to Hans, there were other gods and beings surrounding them now, witnessing this adorable scene.

The God of Misunderstanding whispered to the God of Slacker and the God of Peaceful Life, "Woah, look at them. Our little Hans is just too cute."

The God of Slacker lazily sipped on his drink and grinned. "Indeed."

In the presence of the other gods, Hans suddenly became aware of their attention on him, and he couldn't help but feel a little shy. He shyly hid behind the beautiful man, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the adoring gazes directed at him.