PitBabe series2

The fishy smell of the waves is still mixed. Blood on the expensive marble floor. Part of it belongs to the traitor who has run out of breath in the bosoms of the friends who have been betrayed, but is still stupid enough to shed tears. And the other part is from the culprit's still body. The mattress breathes heavily next to the artwork, now stained bright red. The only one who sheds tears for me is Kenta, a young boy who was raised like an honest dog. The last thought in my head is pity, mockery, and it's funny that the servant dog thought he wanted to be a hero after always following orders like a brain-atrophy creature. That person betrayed the other unforgivably. But cried until the body trembled, called me 'Dad' without shame. This is a joke.

 

It is said that the time is before crossing to the afterlife. The intelligent brain will process the information accumulated from birth to death. Projected in order of events, move through perception quickly but completely, experiencing every touch, feeling, emotion, and sensation, divided into categories: happiness, sadness, excitement, and mourning. Or even the memory that I want to forget the most. It's no different from Spotify's year-end wrap-up. But this is a collection of all the stories in my life. Because I want to appreciate the value of my past life, and another part of me, I would like to reflect on how challenging my past life was.

 

 This is just a process that doesn't matter. It's like a temporary break. Take on the burden for a while. Return to being an old man who no longer wants to find anything in this world. It's Tony, the mistake of parents who now worry that their grandparents won't be proud of that couple. But what? I don't care anymore. I just know that I'm most proud of myself. From a child with nothing to a billionaire. If this is not pride, what is it called?

 

I never knew what I could do until I tried to die for the first time. Yes, the first time is always scary. Until this age, but when I think back to the taste of death when I was fifteen years old, I still feel as creepy as before. The smell of blood in my mouth and nasal cavity. It feels like I'm falling asleep. The easiest thing, like breathing, becomes too difficult. Even if I've never died before, I immediately realised that this is death.

 

 I prepared myself in seconds. Even though I was scared to the point of almost crazy But at the same time, I'm relieved that from now on, I don't have to have to try to try to bite my feet to survive anymore. Out of death, there is only powder left. The ashes are light and dizzy. Comfortable than the heavy world now.

 

Maybe because I'm a sinner, my hardship didn't get rid of it. It's that easy. Suddenly, the rusty smell that I swallowed down my throat over and over again. It's sweet and juicy. It's not so nauseating that it makes you want to vomit like the first time. The body that seems strong gradually shuts down, one by one, and then turns the light back on. The pain gradually subsides until only the whole body is numb.

 

The first time, it's scary, almost like peeing. But the last time it felt pretty amazing. I feel like I've been reborn every time. It's fresh and energetic as if I've chosen a new body. As if I have a chance to excuse myself again, and after facing death many times, I realise that I know that I have something that others don't have.

 

The sound mass of the racetrack also gives a chaotic feeling, as usual. The spectators and fans of the racers are excited as if they have just stepped on the racetrack for the first time. They talked about the past competition. And began to bet on the results of the next round throughout the past season. X Hunter performed well as expected. Two years ago, a massive monsoon almost broke the team, and everyone thought it would be their last day on the X team.

 

Of course, no one thought they would be able to stand up again so quickly after losing the main strength of the team, like Way, even though he had never come first in the competition. However, there is no denying that Way is one of the key individuals who brought Team X to the top of the industry. Pitbabe can't stand on the highest podium gracefully without a strong base like Way and Alan. 

 

In addition, they had to lose a young, rising star racer due to misguided ambition. Dean's story is considered a big wound in Alan's heart because, as the team captain, Alan always blames himself first. No matter how wrong the team chooses to travel or how much damage it causes, he still thinks he is responsible for those mistakes alone. Alan rules all the children with the word 'family' from the first day. Therefore, having to send family members to prison is not a wound that will heal soon.

 

X Hunter was directly affected by Tony's death. The good result is that no one has to be hurt and afraid of the old dog's power anymore, especially the adopted children. They are like birds that have been released from a cage. The legs are smashed. Now they can choose which way they want to fly. But those freedoms are still bound by a new invisible line. X Hunter is more eye-catching. Not only in the racing industry, but also in the general social circle

 

Even people who had never been interested in racing before began to pay more attention. Babe, who is the only star, is pushed to stand in the light more. Some people admire his talent, appearance, and fascinating yet dangerous personality. And of course, the opposite trend is also quite well.

 

Babe was stigmatised as using his speciality as a tool to defeat other racers. The special chance that used to be just a rumour in the racing industry has spread widely. Some groups can accept and see that special senses are one of the abilities. While some groups even oppose Pitbabe's competition because they see it as unfair to other racers who were born without a special sense. 

 

This issue has been debated since Tony's news was published and continues to be discussed. However, thanks to Alan's line and the influence of the main sponsor, such as Pete, Pitbabe can still compete. It has been confirmed that Babe no longer has any special senses. However, there is still a group of people who don't believe it because Babe is still performing well in the competition. Therefore, it's hard to believe that he doesn't have any. 

 

Charlie and other adopted children are considered lucky not to have a special sense. Only the famous Pitbab can't resist the media's lack of ethics. The image of Babe is on every news page on the day Tony died. He is like a frontline to receive various trends at that time, which is considered quite heavy because not everyone sees Team X as a hero. There are still many people who believe Tony's death was a result of the internal conflict that X Hunter was involved in from the beginning. (Although the police clearly state that they are the victims in this story.) But who wouldn't like the conspiracy theory?

 

And even though other people's stories are kept secret, it's still not right. Society has noticed various things anyway. That they may have something special, like Babe, but there is no clear evidence to confirm this. Therefore, the hatred that Team X receives is merely a rumour, depending on who chooses to believe it.

 

"I'm going to compete. Are you still in the mood to sit and read anything else, Charlie?" Alan sat down on the old sofa opposite Charlie, who was looking down at the tablet, reading documents as if he had forgotten he was wearing a racing suit, sitting in a pit full of chaos with the staff team. And in the next few minutes, the final race of the season will begin.

 

"A little more left," Charlie responded in a flat voice. While his eyes were still focused on the screen, the ball moved along the line like a nerd who was obsessed with his favourite things until he forgot the world. "I've already checked the car. Have you adjusted it for me yet?"

 

"Are you going to miss it?" Alan laughed, squinting at the boy in a mechanic's uniform who was pointing his finger to order the other technician team with a serious expression. It looks like the head of a homeless cat. "The owner of the garage has already looked at it. I don't have to do it myself. That's all."

 

"I've already used Jeff a lot."

 

"What about me?" The captain of Team X made a face. Pointing at his face in disbelief that he would be accused of such ridiculous charges. "You're the one who used me too hard. I just sat down."

 

"When you came to ask my brother to raise me, I thought you would let him sit there again."

 

"Find? What makes you think like that? No.."

 

Not immediately; a loud voice first intruded.

"Where is Charlie?"

 

You don't have to look around. Everyone knows whose voice it is. The voice is annoying. This is only one.

 

"Yes," Charlie responded softly without looking up from the tablet.

 

"It's here," Babe's voice became clearer as soon as he saw the person he was looking for sitting and making a face. Stressed on the sofa, the famous racer walked to sit down on the sofa armrest, wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pressed Charlie's cheek while the person who was attacked was still sitting. Charlie seems to be used to this angry cat's "Hi, Papa".

 

"Where have you been?" Charlie asked. The hand slowly dragged the pen onto the tablet screen to write down something with a funny pattern.

 

"North asked for an interview to go to his channel"

"Summary, did you allow him to take it?"

 

"Well, it says that the number of views is falling. How can it help?" Babe complains. Charlie smiles a little with affection. Even though on the outside, Babe likes to act like being annoying all the time. But he knows deep down how much Babe loves the team members. The other party cares about and focuses on everyone, just like Alan, the captain. Accepting doing things he doesn't like makes him feel comfortable. Then come to complain about the latter. This is a pit, babe. "So what are you doing... Read and research again."

"A little bit, I still have enough time."

 

"If you have time, should you take it to prepare for the competition?" Babe said while leaning down to his boyfriend again. Before pressing the kiss on the earlobe, secretly biting gently and poking, "Don't you meditate... Can I help you?"

 

"You don't have to; I can control it." Charlie tilted his neck to avoid Babe’s touch. Although Babe’s sense is still there (because the effect of the suspension is only temporary), his body and Babe's body are different. Charlie found that, over time, he can better control his perception. And don't need to use sex as a control aid like Babe. Just meditating or reading a book can control the turbulence of the senses. "Babe, you can get ready first, I..."

 

Suddenly, Charlie's voice fell silent in the middle of the car. The young boy put down his pen before looking up to look at Babe for the first time. He stared at his brother's face. Frowning like a police dog that detected suspicious objects in the traveller's bag.

 

"What?" Babe raised his eyebrows and asked, confused by Charlie's strange demeanour.

"Did Babe smoke?"

 

Babe opened his eyes like a child who was caught secretly eating candy before dinner, but even so, he still pretended to be kind to fight the tiger. Babe replied with a tone that tried to look as normal as possible.

 

"Well.... No, this."

 

"I smell it," Charlie narrowed his eyes and moved closer to the elder, his nose flared like a dog's to confirm again. "I didn't smoke, but Alan smoked and sprayed it into my mouth...

Uncle, take care of it!"

 

"Huh!" The person who was slandered cried out in loud protest. Making a speechless mouth with the insensibility of the bastard brother who thought he wanted to say something and said, "I just finished checking the car and came to sit here. Sit... Here all the time, you... Are you going crazy?"

 

"So why are you going to stop stealing, Alan?" Babe noticed his brother's agitation. Even out of fun, intending to pretend to play, but the uncle pushed him to act as if he had done something wrong.

 

"This guy is like Jeff when he caught the mistake. I was shocked." Uncle Alan said to comfort himself. He was not considerate of the captain of the famous racing team. When in front of others, Alan looks as formidable as a mafia boss. But when he is with the younger ones, it's no different from the old uncle. The more Jeff is with him, the bigger he is. Very cheap.

 

"Why is your face spoiled?" Babe gently pushed Charlie's head when he saw that the child was still staring at his face. He doesn't quit.

 

"If Babe continues to smoke, I'll smoke too."

"Fine?" the famous racer shouted, "Why do you smoke? Are you crazy?"

 

"Well, if Babe doesn't quit, it doesn't make a difference if I smoke or not." Babe was speechless. He didn't feel awful for breaking his promise. He told Charlie he would quit smoking, including drinking less alcohol, for his health and Charlie's. Babe tried to quit.

 

It's been a long time. But I have to admit that it's not easy for people like him, especially in an environment where everyone is still drinking and sniffing smoke as usual. Weak people like him are even easier to follow. Therefore, I can't be broken.

 

"Okay, I don't smoke anymore," Babe said softly. He raises his hand to rub the puppy's head before rubbing the other party's soft hair until it fluffs up. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Charlie pout. This picture of Babe may be considered historical, from two years ago. But now it has become a picture that everyone has seen until they get used to it. The child defeated the great king. "I'm sorry"

 

"I'm sorry, and you can do it." Charlie sighed softly, then collected the tablet and other belongings and got up to walk away. Babe didn't follow Charlie anymore. He laughed a little, looking at his boyfriend, who disappeared behind the pit without any distress as if he had seen this picture a thousand times.

 

"Aren't you going?" Alan asked. Babe dropped down and sat on top of the position where Charlie had just got up. Go out, lean back, and cross your legs with a relaxed posture.

 

"It's not okay. It's okay. It's going to be cured."

"I don't care about you."

 

"I have a way of making my eyes," Babe shrugged his shoulders, making a face with his eyes. "Uncle doesn't have to. I'm worried. Charlie didn't scold like a dog like Uncle's boyfriend."

 

"That other people are dogs. It's a bad habit." Just saying the name. The person alluded to walked in as if he had known in advance. Jeff swung the toolbox just a few centimetres away. The young racer narrowly dodged in time. Before turning his eyes to Alan, who was sitting and giggling, as if he was not worried at all about whether that heavy steel toolbox hit his head, how big would it be?

 

"In conclusion, this guy with good ears is Charlie or Jeff," Babe grumbled with a terrified expression.

 

"Sense, the owner of the garage", Alan laughed happily before getting up and walking to find the "real garage owner".

 

Let the king, who was almost attacked, sit down and open his mouth with determination. The voice actors' voices are getting louder and louder. When the final round is about to begin, the racers inspect the equipment for neatness and cleanliness. Including their body and mental state for the last time

 

"Are you excited?" Babe asked Charlie, who was wearing a new pair of gloves that already looked seasoned. He couldn't help but be proud. Charlie was quite different today from the Charlie who walked around and asked to borrow his car then. Charlie calmed down, stayed conscious, and didn't get up like a chicken, unlike before. 

 

X Hunter's racing suit is an extension of his identity. It's not like just borrowing someone else's outfit to wear. Charlie has grown up a lot.

 

"A little bit," Charlie replied with a smile, even though his mouth said he was excited. However, the other party's attitude was so calm that Babe couldn't help but think this kid was scary, too. "Are you, Babe, excited?"

 

"No, I'm used to it." King shrugged as he helped organise his boyfriend's clothes. Enter the way "Intention, be conscious."

 

"Babe, don't keep peeking at me, I'll be overtaken."

"I don't know when I did that?"

"Yesterday"

 

"Okay, then let's make a less handsome face."

"I will try."

 

Two racing couples giggled at each other. Amid the sterile eyes of those around them, both of them could not pay attention, especially Babe, who had lived, who had accidentally stolen a kiss from his boyfriend. Before running away to the car with a happy face, Babe left Charlie to stand and smile shyly alone.

 

"You can stop filming!" Babe yelled at North, who was still busy with the camera. Even though everyone was preparing to get in the car, it was over. "Move the generation and act a little bigger before I'll let Alan take you back to play the younger generation."

 

"Krap", North responded. While quickly installing the camera on the bracket in front of the car console, he wanted to take as many pictures as possible. Moreover, he has now competed more and moved to race with the same model as B. He wants to record his coolness even more every second. Don't miss a shot. "This angle is handsome. You're waiting to see. Sonic"

 

North muttered to himself after arranging the camera. He paid special attention to it. Because, in addition to keeping these pictures for his channel fans to see, he was sure there must be 'someone' lurking among them. Secretly following his life quietly for sure. Someone who ran away to follow the city outside the city. Act like he didn't miss it at all when calling. Find it, but he knows it well. You miss people here. I'm going to die.

 

"I'll be the first to enter this time," Kim, who walked into the garage, said with a confident expression.

 

"Oh... Say it all around." Babe covered his ears with his hands, shook his head, and acted annoyed. Even though they have been on the same team for two years, Babe and Kim still act like rivals all the time. It may be different from before, as they now have the opportunity to fight more often, whether it's on the practice field, in Team X's garage, at Alan's house, or even in the club. Called a 'close enemy', I guess. "Win a little, Dad, I'm tired of winning."

 

"This time will come. You prepare to treat me to a drink."

"Milk is enough. My child told me to stop drinking."

"Deal"

 

Even though they are in the same team, the rivals are still competitors day and night. The lights above the track begin to flash. The racers behind the wheel stare at the light signal. Two hands tightly open all the senses. Prepare to receive a large amount of information that will come in over the next few seconds. And of course, among the racers on all the tracks. There is one person whose senses work harder than those of many others.

 

As much as Charlie took a deep breath and slowly relaxed. He repeatedly told himself to calm down. This is not the first race, and it won't be the last. In the past, he has always done well, and this time it will be even better. His goal in this competition may be selfish. He admits that he doesn't care whether the team wins or loses. He only cares about himself to beat Babe.

 

Being a racer for a long time, defeating competitors, both outsiders and insiders in the same team, but the only person that Charlie has not been able to step over is Babe, who is not just a lover but also his only idol. The person who made him here is in the same field and on the same team, aiming for the same goal. Defeating Babe is not about dignity or satisfaction. But Charlie knows that Babe must be very proud. If he can win the championship on his own, he wants to make Babe proud.

 

The light turned green. The racing car in the field soared from the starting point. Of course, Babe did well in the qualifying round. He undoubtedly got the first start. Followed by Charlie, and the third belongs to the new team that has just been founded. ETA something in the team is full of new faces, but the skills are worth watching.

 

Following a major incident two years ago, a rival team, such as Red Racing, announced an indefinite hiatus from participating in the competition. Because the major sponsor failed to move, causing internal conflicts that had been dormant for two years, it presents an opportunity for new racers to enter the field, which can significantly revive the excitement of both racers and spectators.

 

Babe is still the leader of the procession as always. The corner of his mouth is slightly raised from time to time when he glances to see whose car is chasing the approaching vehicle. For Babe, this is a new feeling he never thought he would experience. Even though there is a chance to lose the position every time, he doesn't feel pressure at all. If it was before that, he didn't feel pressured; it was probably because He didn't think anyone could knock himself down. 

 

But now it's different. He knows that there are competitors. That's scary; we're breathing all the time. Whether it's Kim, who impressively develops his skills in a short time. Or a new rising star racer, it doesn't look like a joke. And especially scary is Charlie. That kid always practises hard. Skills are considered to develop by leaps and bounds. He has developed many techniques on his own, without assistance. Charlie is so good that many times. Babe can't help but think that this time. I'm sure I'll fall.

 

But he wasn't afraid at all. Inside his chest beat with excitement. It was so much fun that it was almost lost. It was as much fun as the first time he became passionate about racing, when Alan taught him various techniques to mould him into a racer - the moments of learning mistakes, developing, and learning again. Therefore, it can be said that Charlie awakens the spirit of Babe to wake up again.

 

Within a split second, the slightness made Charlie get on the pitbe, leading the number one leader of the march. Even the voice actor's voice was still stuck to the chair. It turned out that the final race of this season was X vs X, with the first two coming from the same team. Both of them chased the other side, in pairs. The gambling ghosts who competed with other teams would only sit with tears because they didn't have V. The first two will open a channel for other teams to step up. 

 

I don't know which heart will beat faster now between the King who is about to be taken down and the loyal guard who wants the throne. The last curve would be the land of deciding who is cooler. Both Babe and Charlie told each other until the defeat. It may not be the end of everything. But what is the loser? People who have won want to win and continue.

 

"Pit Babe!!!" The voice actor's voice announced, followed by the sound of speed fans. The result of the race will not be beyond expectations. But it will be called as expected. I can't say 'full' because, for a short second, while the car is still driving in the field, everyone's head probably thinks, 'There may be a new king today,' and believe me, it's not just the audience. Even the racers themselves get excited and feel goosebumps.

 

"Congratulations." That was the first sentence from Charlie. The young boy got out of the car, holding a helmet. Pressed the elder's cheek and smiled proudly as always.

 

"Almost won." Babe rubbed the child dog's hair.. "Are you sorry?"

 

"A little bit," Charlie answered honestly. Of course, he regrets that he still can't beat his boyfriend. But because the person he lost to is Babe, it's not that hurtful. Charlie thinks it's just the top of the mountain that he can't cross today. It doesn't mean he'll never jump a bit. "But secretly distracted. I realise from that, since then, that I'm going to lose."

 

"Distracted because?"

"I just accidentally thought that if I won, what would I ask for, Babe?"

 

"Huh?" The talented King laughed in favour of his boyfriend's answer. "Then figure it out.

"I figured it out, but I lost it. I have no right to ask for it."

 

"Would you like to take a look first? In case the forest is kind."

"Hmm..."

 

While Charlie was pretending to think, Kim, who had just got out of the car, moved forward. Gently pat his shoulder and speak in a smooth voice.

 

"King almost got hit by a lawnmower."

 

"Which the sawman is not you either." Babe shook his head as if to say that he was not very satisfied with Kim's performance in this round, which was not much different from his. Kim shook his head in discouragement.

 

"The legs are gone, but the heart doesn't come at all; it's a mess." That's something that everyone knows. Kim's ambition and diligence are always admirable. But what's missing is now a strength of mind that seems to have withered for a while. "It's hard not to have the strength like people around here, A little bit"

 

"Do you want strength from me?" Charlie, who saw that his brother looked at his face, immediately offered himself. The dog tilted its neck and smiled sweetly, unaware of anything until Babe had to raise his hand to cover that stupid face because he couldn't bear to look at Charlie's charity smile.

 

"Don't offer your face, he didn't beg you."

"If you can, I'll take it."

 

"Eh! This guy!" Babe turned around when he heard the sentence that didn't get into his ear from Kim. It made his rivals laugh forever. Pit Babe's weakness is only one thing. And no matter when he teases, it always works well. "If you want strength, go outside. What are you messing with other people?"

 

"Just kidding", Kim grinned before walking to North, who was bragging to the sound camera. The story of X Hunter kept the championship for another time. Even though he barely had a part to help with anything, "Bye, Charlie," But it still doesn't bother you anymore.

 

"See you, brother." Charlie waved goodbye with a bright smile as usual. How different from the person next to him, who is splitting his fangs. It's like he's preparing to transform soon. For others, it may seem scary. But Charlie thinks that Babe is very suitable for this expression. Like a cat, there is no fault. "Why make a cat face?"

 

"See you later." Instead of answering the question, Babe flirts with his mouth and neck. Make a slight noise, make fun of a child's boyfriend who seems to be a little too friendly to others (in the feeling of His)

 

"What?" Charlie raised his eyebrows. "Mocking?"

"No, but do you want strength from me?" Babe is still imitating Charlie's voice. (Exaggerated) Don't break up and also make a face.

 

"Are you touchy?"

"Not touchy"

 

"Ao, I'm trying to do it"

 

"How are you?" Charlie laughed when Babe fell out of the truck as soon as I heard the word 'Ngh' from him.

 

"So what do you want me to be?" The boy's boyfriend gently swayed his hair in front of the elder brother. That kind smile made Babe's heart so juicy that he forgot that he was standing on the edge of the racetrack. Not a condo room with only him and Charlie. 

 

"Excited?"

"Babe  likes excitement."

 

And Babe meant that. Just hearing Charlie's deep voice and the fingertips touching the frame of his face. He was so excited that he wanted to rush home now. Don't care about any medals or trophies.

"I know."

Charlie is more excited than racing.

 

That's the truth that many people have never known.

 

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"Be careful, baby, don't play."

"Uh... What are you playing? Seriously, Nia."

"Okay, then I'll..."

"Oops!"

 

Just a single cry. Charlie reached me like a teleporter. I was startled. Jumping like a stepping area, not the kitchen floor. But hot lava. He pulled my arm to move away from the pan, which was filled with boiling oil. Make a sound like a low-cost war movie. Then, grab the spatula in my hand to hold it. Charlie's face didn't look hot. But his eyes looked at me from head to toe. I seemed to see a beam coming out of his eyes.

 

"Where... Where did you get hit?" Charlie asked in a still voice.

"I haven't been hit yet. I'm just shocked."

 

"And crying like being shot," Charlie shook his head and sighed softly before pushing me out of the danger zone and frying the eggs by himself, even though it was agreed that it was my duty today.

 

"Don't you want to do it anymore?" I walked to stand behind him because I was terrified of getting oil splashed on me. I looked at the two beautiful fried eggs in the pan, dancing. Food didn't look as scary as I thought it would. But that's probably because Charlie made it.

 

"Where did you tell me to do something exciting?"

 

"Just seeing the gesture of jumping away from the oil just now is exciting enough," Charlie replied while reaching out and taking a plate to wait. Prepare to move the fried eggs from the pan to the plate. "I thought to do it myself, and Babe would be excited. In conclusion, I was even more excited."

 

"I'm excited. Cooking is not easy at all."

"What, compared to racing?"

 

"It's much easier to race"

 

"Believe", Charlie laughed. Turn off the stove after getting two fried eggs that look good. That I want "I'm going to practice doing it. In the end, I did it myself anyway."

 

"So don't do it, don't do it? I was just shocked just now."

"I'm really afraid that it will be hit."

 

"You can get hit. When you go to the kitchen, you have to get oil splashed. What's strange?"

 

"What's the matter? I can do it." The boy replied as if he didn't care. Charlie turned around and was interested in cutting the carrots that were lying on the cutting board. Lay down like a cold manga hero who wanted to take care of it. But I still saw dog ears popping out of his head anyway. No matter how big it is, Charlie is still like the same puppy I met almost three years ago.

 

"Ma'am... That's so cool." I'm feet, chin and counter. Look at the personal chef, but in Charlie's eyes, he probably thought I was making fun of me again. That's why I made a face. Why don't you let the computer take care of it, Papa?

 

"Isn't it good?"

"Aren't you afraid of Phu losing your habits? Do everything like this."

 

"It shouldn't be in time", Charlie.

 

"It's okay." That guy looked up from the diced carrot, smiled at me and made a clear face. Before he gently kissed my cheek, he probably thought I didn't hear what I was saying just now. "You can teach me again next time if I have a chance. I'll go find you an oil-proof suit."

 

"This... Stop being like I'm a hundred and twenty tall. Can you wear size zero shoes? I've already found it harder than this." I can't help but complain. It's good to be indulged. I also feel good about being well taken care of by my boyfriend. But many times, Charlie acts like I'm a small, fragile little girl who can't do anything. "And seriously, I've had a hard time before. You're the one who is the girl."

 

"And Babe can cook?"

"It's Di"

"What can you do?"

"Tom Mama"

 

"The best, Ma Ma Ma is the best," the glasses gave me a thumbs up. That stupid smile makes me wonder whether I intend to admire or just be sarcastic. But when I heard the sound, laughing in his throat, he began to be sure that he was being teased again. 

 

"And before, how did you eat when you didn't have much money?"

 

"P'Alan makes me eat," I replied. I think back, I'm thinking about it too. In the past, when there was no X Hunter, there was only me, Pu Alan, and Way. Pu Alan raised children like us well without anything in return. At that time, the idea that I would grow up to be a racer and make money for any team was not even in Pue Alan's head. He would just pity the child who had nothing. And would feel bad if he didn't reach out to help more. "It's been a long time since I was able to buy my food.

 

At first, I always ate with him. So Alan likes to buy a lot of food and give it to the children in the garage. Or take them home to eat something. He used to teach me how to do it, too, but I'm not good at it. So I didn't intend to study anything that much."

 

"I'm not surprised."

"But I intend to make a lot of money so I can buy food instead."

 

"Very well planned, honey."

"Damn..."

 

"Don't, I'm holding a knife." I pretended to smash the irony to get rid of my hands twice. But I had to stop my hands in the air. Because of Charlie's fierce voice, I couldn't do anything, so I let it go first. "What did Pu Alan do delicious?"

 

"There are many things. I feel that everything is delicious." When I think of Alan's food, I'm immediately filled with a familiar aroma. It is a scent deeply ingrained in my memory. "Oh! There is one fried rice—the type of crumbled rice with crispy pork. Alan's food is very delicious. When stir-frying, you have to stir-fry the pan full because Way likes it very much. Stir-fry as much as you want...."

 

Suddenly, I realised I shouldn't have said that. Because almost every happy memory will always have that person with me, after two years, the feeling of cloudiness should have faded by at least half. Many times, I thought it was like that. But when I tried to dig deep, staring intently, it was disappointing that the story of Way in my heart was never healed. I accept my feelings and admit that I'm sad that he left. Accept that he will never come back. But there are still many things that are too difficult to accept.

 

 I don't want to admit that I am so pitiful that I forgive people who hurt themselves badly easily, even though I promised myself firmly that, even death, I will never forgive. But I never planned for this. If the person who died was him, what would I do next?

 

The warm touch on the back of the hand made the dullness in the mind fade. Charlie didn't say anything. He just held my hand and smiled a little as if I didn't say a word. He would still recognise what I was fighting with. And his eyes communicated clearly. I'm here.

 

I felt that way when I looked into his eyes.

 

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The reason why everyone says 'The days in prison are longer than outside. Double' I just discovered it not long ago because here... Every day is the same. That's the reason.

 

Wake up, count the number of mornings, exercise, eat, clean, sit and hide in a corner somewhere. Walk around in a limited circle. Try to control your eyes so as not to accidentally stare at anyone, because I don't know who will be upset when someone else's eyes pass by. Lunch and dinner are on time every day. Line up with a food tray in an orderly manner. No matter how inviting the taste is, you have to swallow it—bathing in a bathroom that is dirtier than the source. 

 

Wastewater with hundreds of fellow countrymen. No right to save yourself. If the appearance is generally bad, it's a lucky break. But if the appearance is good. Especially the type that is clean like a girl's child, will be stared at. I don't ask for more details. Because it was the first time I saw those pictures with my eyes. I said that I vomited until my stomach emptied.

 

Everything mentioned above happens every day. It's a small detail, almost a copy. It's like there is a prototype for one day. Then copy and paste according to the number of punishments for each person. Everyone lives like in a whirlpool, waiting to count the days for the first few months. After that, it's too desperate to draw a line on the wall. Cell, and that's the first piece of evidence that makes this place suitable for the word 'hell'.

 

In the afternoon, there is not much to do. Some people are called to work, such as mowing lawns, painting, moving things, or following instructions from supervisors. Some people like to be called because it's better than doing nothing. While others prefer to be passive. 

 

When I organise myself into the latter group, I don't like to be obsessed with other prisoners and don't like to lick the guards' legs. However, it's the easiest way to live a happy life in prison. Therefore, the old tree by the fence is my favourite corner. Just recline and look at the sky through the trees. That's all the merit for my punished life.

 

"Hey! Is that mine!?"

 

One voice broke my peace. I chose to close my eyes instead of getting up to see what was going on in the courtyard because there were only a few reasons. The sound came from the source, and the buzzing was like a beehive that followed and wouldn't stop, as always. Of course, this is not the first time. 

 

For society in prison, everything is a scramble from the beginning. Some things look great, like in the famous prison movie. Whether it's valuables, power, the body, or freedom, some of them look ridiculous, as if everyone is going back to the world. Everything is a matter of fighting and fighting each other. 

 

From the regular body to the bathroom with only a broken plastic curtain or even a tamarind-flavoured candy that invites you to vomit. One day, someone will have a fractured nose. Eyebrows, because of the absurd fight, countless times. This will be a fight, and I don't want to be a part of it.

 

"Yours? Is it yours? If this is yours, how can it be in my hands?" The stinging sound of the eardrum and the accent disturbed me. Even though I tried not to pay attention, it still struck the auditory nerve.

 

"Oh! This bastard!"

 

I don't know what the other person replied. Because the voice of the thatched people began to fight, but it's not that difficult to guess. Anyway, it's inevitable to argue that that thing is their own. Plus, there is a series of vulgar words. Since coming here, I've heard more new words, including new words than expected. If written together, it would be equivalent to a translated novel. But I don't think of writing a book about these things.

 

The story in prison will be interesting. People write to read. What's interesting to me now seems more about the outside world. If you go out, how will you make a living? That's the title of the book I want to read the most.

 

The sound of howling from the courtyard is louder and louder. It can be seen that two mad dogs must be clear. I gave it no more than three minutes. Later, the guards will rush out with batons. Whistle, blow the sound of eardrums. Then the Thai people broke in different directions. The beginning of the two stories must be punished in accordance with the regulations. May be ordered to clean the bathroom or, worse, be held in solitary confinement. Quarantine is for a few days. After that, let it out of a new body. Consider it; it's amusing. People who commit crimes in society are arrested and imprisoned. As for those who commit wrongs while in prison, they are often arrested again. In prison. Repeatedly, no one ever said how embarrassing it is.

 

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!"

 

As expected, the guards came out to subdue the mad dogs. The afternoon game show ended quickly. My peace returned without me having to do anything.

 

"Fuck!"

 

After a few minutes, someone's curse sounded not far away. Everything was quiet. It was so quiet that I heard rocks rolling on the ground. Hit the wooden legs that I was lying on and stopped there.

 

"Are you very comfortable?" The sound is much closer. Like the owner of the sound is standing to support my head, it seems so because the soft sunlight that used to pass through my face is being erased by a black shadow. 

 

"Have you ever thought of helping with anything? Are you floating above all the problems?"

 

"I told you... Don't pretend to know me," I replied, still sleeping. Because this way, it makes my mind calmer than looking at his face alone. Just the sound disturbs my auditory nerve enough.

 

"I didn't pretend to know you. I know you."

"What is my last name?"

 

"Chen", the questioner, answered confidently, "Mr Tony's child has the same surname. It's all over. Is it easy for you to ask?"

 

"I've never used that last name" may sound like a sentence coated with resentment. But in fact, it's empty. I don't feel anything about it. It's a fact that I rarely mention, but I don't even have a last name. And I don't know what my real name was before I was fostered. 

 

"Just Kenta... Nothing else."

 

"Really?" The sound of the wooden table and the rustling of the clothes made me guess that the other person was sitting on the old table, not far from the carriage. 

 

"I thought everyone used the same surname, you, Babe, Way, Pete, too."

 

"Other people don't know, but I don't use it."

 

"It's not strange, Mr Tony, he never looked at you as a child." If that idiot had gone back in time and said the same sentence to me two years ago, that word would have stabbed me seriously. Even though I was raised worse than animals, I still had to sincerely hope that I would receive sincere love from my father, even if just a fraction would be enough to be touched for many more years. But again and again, I gave him a chance, and he never thought of grabbing it. 

 

Finally, I had to become an ungrateful child—my bloody hand. I stand in the middle of the border between being a murderer and a hero. Until now, I still can't answer which side I want to step on. Or in fact, I don't have the right. Choose from the beginning. God has already determined it. Just wait for the judgment day.

 

"But I respect you for one thing, Kenta," Winner said in a flat voice. It's not often that one hears a normal voice from a person like this, coming from a hollow brain. Maybe it's because we can't escape the same hell. That's why it looks more human. 

 

Even if you think a little bit, "I didn't think you would dare to kill Mr Tony. I thought you would take his head like dying instead. When I found out that he was dead, I was shocked. But when I realised who killed him, this was more than in the trilogy movie. It's the best."

 

I don't think that's a proud praise. Well, there may be some moments when I feel like a hero who frees everyone from Tony's hell. But I can't proudly declare that what I did was right. Even if killing the bad guy is a sin, many people admit it. But is Tony's life enough compared to many lives that I've ignored? Many lives I helped him kill, or even kill myself. Will just Tony's worthless life make up for it all? I don't think the rules of the world are that simple.

 

"After leaving here, what are you going to do next?" Winner is good at talking alone. Even though I sleep with my eyes open, pretending not to be aware of his presence like this. That dick still invites you to speak without feeling uncomfortable at all. "Mr Tony is no longer. People like you have a role to play. I can't think of it."

 

I didn't answer anything back. Not only was I annoying the person I was talking to, but I was annoying myself. However, I'm unsure which way to proceed next. I don't know which one is scarier: being in here or going back out. And most importantly... There is still something that lingers in my mind. Doubts that have remained unclarified since the day Tony died, to this day.

 

"Who did you fight with just now?" I asked Winner. Of course, I still refused to open my eyes to look at that nervous face. 

 

"Dean, do you remember, Team X?" Winner replied, "Fuck, grab my candy, bitch. I'll bring it in. I'll wait for a week."

 

The reason for the game show is ridiculous, as expected. But it's considered beneficial because it at least makes my mind feel 2 per cent happier. Just a fraction of a second without thinking about it. 'That possibility' is considered a worthwhile vacation.

 

"When you go out, if you're going to do anything, take me with you, even if I don't like your face that much. But I can be your subordinate," Winner said.

 

I want the time here to pass awkwardly. Slower than it is now. And it would be nice if I were to die here. Because the world outside would be many times scarier than the day I went back.

 

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The first picture I saw when I walked out of the bathroom was so familiar. Charlie never took a shower first, so he always managed everything before me. Because of that, every time I finished taking a shower, I walked out and found Charlie sitting on the head of the bed in the same position. The cushion was placed on his lap. And there was a laptop on top of it again. 

 

The blue light reflected from the eyeglasses he still wore all the time. However, his eyesight has improved a lot since he stole the hair. Now, those glasses are just a habit. Additionally, it helps protect the eyes from screen light.

 

"Frowning again." I walked to sit down on the bed. Poke my finger down between the eyebrows of the glasses boy who has the habit of frowning every time. If you still can't fix this habit, it won't take long for a golden dog. "If it's stressful, should you take a break?"

 

"I'm not stressed. I'm just addicted to the habit." Charlie laughed. But his eyes still refused to leave the screen anyway. So I couldn't help but secretly tilt my head to look at his screen even though I realised that I didn't understand. There are only long English characters. I can read it, but I still don't understand. Why do people know about these things? "A little more, I'll close it."

 

"Don't you get bored with reading like this every day?" I moved up to lie on the bed. Squeezed into the arms of the master's degree students who breathed in and out, it was all about learning. I don't know when this kid used his eyes on those boring letters more than with me.

 

"I'm a little bored, but if you don't read it, what do you want to write?"

"You never told me what topic you did."

 

"Babe, do you want to hear it?"

 

"Can you be brief? When you talk about studying and like to stay up for a long time, I get a headache." Charlie laughed again. The laughter was like that of an adult who liked it when a child said something without knowing it. It was cute. However, it was annoying that this child acted as if I were a child who knew nothing, even though I was much older.

 

"About human rights," Charlie replied while raising his hand to stroke my head gently. A few times, he played with his eyes. Charlie probably knew that this was my weakness himself. Every time he tried to chase me to sleep, he always did this. "Inequality of the system, justice"

 

"Uh..."

"Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

 

"No"

"Then go to sleep." Nerd continues to rub my head. 

 

Charlie's fragrant body and breathing rhythm make me feel comfortable. Maybe it's because I'm addicted to sleeping with him. Since we last came back together, I've hardly slept without Charlie by my side. Partly because there's no reason Charlie has to sleep elsewhere, and the other part is from my anxiety. The doctor said it's a result of past events. It's not hard to guess. I'm not a doctor, I know that because I'm afraid Charlie will disappear again, and I can't sleep alone. I understand. The feeling of having someone who thinks they have left forever is back. No one.

 

"Babe," Charlie chirped softly in response, when I tucked down to his neck and pressed a kiss repeatedly. I caressed him tightly. Wooden hands began to brush all over. Of course, it flowed down to the area under the blanket while I was sleeping.

 

"Uh..." I responded, but it still didn't stop. Charlie didn't make a stiff voice at all. It means that I can still be a little more stubborn. "Sleeping".

 

"Sleep well, sleep well. What else are you going to do?"

"Before going to bed... Don't you do anything first?" I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I'm 100% confident this is a death move that can take down the bookworm, because I've used it countless times and never missed.

 

"Huh... Look at the face." Charlie smiled before looking down. I smiled in my heart when I realised that I had successfully tricked the stupid dog. Our lips touched lightly. Charlie went out for a moment before kissing down again. Tight and sweet, both arms wrapped around my hair. Tilt your face to find the right degree for our kiss as deep as it should be.

 

Charlie has developed his skills in all aspects, including kissing. His kisses are more tactful. I can't believe that this kid can still make me excited about kissing. Although we've been dating for almost 3 years, it's still impressive.

 

"Hmm..."

 

"Okay," Charlie kissed me. Press the kiss on my lips gently one more time, rubbing my head. Then he turned his attention to the laptop screen as if nothing had happened. What is it?

 

"Papa", I bounced up and sat down. That stupid dog stared at my face. Blinking like I was surprised to see a person who was about to sleep suddenly wake up.

 

"Oh, don't you sleep?" In addition to extinguishing the dream in mid-air, Charlie is also somewhat unaware of himself. What did I do wrong?

 

"Really?"

"What?" It still doesn't know. Damn, "Good Night Kiss"

 

"Not that one"

"Huh?"

 

Charlie made a grim face. I stared at his face relentlessly. If it's just his face and eyes, this stupid dog can't understand the current situation. After this, it must be a big deal. Forget to sleep peacefully.

 

"Oh..." Fortunately, I can still make it on time. Charlie seems to understand that I'm in the mood. What's wrong with you? "Do you want to do it?"

 

"I'll ask again."

"Oh... I'm sorry." Charlie pulled me into a hug—apologies for a big lift. "I don't know. I thought. It's enough to kiss. I see you pretending to be sleepy."

 

"I'm sleepy, but I'm awake."

"Really diligent"

 

"So?"

"Hmm... Can it be tomorrow?"

 

I admit that the answer was heartbreaking. But the face is like a dog's. Charlie made me not even dare to express my disappointment.

 

"Why?"

 

"I'm so tired today," Charlie said, hugging me, slowly rocking back and forth, making a whining sound as if he intended to beg, which asked if it worked. I want to tell you here that it can always.

 

"I'm not afraid enough. Babe is so emotional."

 

"Ugh... Okay," I responded in a soft voice. Charlie's answer was not as expected. Of course, it made my heart a little bit. But if he said that, I would. What's okay? Every sex is what we agree on with our heart. Charlie always respects my needs. And I treat him the same way. Even though the needs are rejected, Charlie's face is like a dog that pleases me. I'm stubborn with him. "Tomorrow is fine."

 

"Thank you."

"I promise."

 

"Promise", Charlie stretched out his finger to touch the pinky. Press a quick kiss on the back of my hand as a seal. Before turning off the laptop screen, put it on the table. Next to the bed, "Let's sleep, Papa, scratch your back."

 

“For a long time."

"Until I fall asleep"

 

"Rub your head too."

"Yes, sir."

 

That night, I fell asleep with the sound of Charlie's heart. I thanked him in my heart, which is still here, and I hope he can recognise that feeling. Even though I didn't say it, it went out.