PitBabe series2

Today, Charlie came back late. He said that the meeting was delayed. At first, I wanted to shout. But when I heard his tired voice, I couldn't do it. I could only answer, 'It's okay; I'll play the game.' Charlie apologised for asking nonstop until I felt guilty for thinking about him. If I could choose, Charlie would want to return to me as soon as possible. I believe that.

 

At eight-fifteen p.m., I heard the sound of the automatic door unlocking from below. The body that used to lie on the bed immediately bounced up as if receiving a full tube of energy. I ran down the stairs two steps at a time. While Charlie slowly dragged his feet, his mouth raised in a smile because he saw I was running down to find it. But the tired eyes were obvious even if seen from the second floor.

 

"How often have I told you not to run down the stairs?" Charlie complained without seriousness. Two arms opened, waiting for me to run in. I responded to that signal well. My hug made him a little bit. I don't know if it's because I'm too strong or because Charlie has no strength left.

 

"The body is all liquefied," I said while holding the glasses. "Go to battle. Are you coming?"

 

"Similar," Charlie laughed. Even his laughter sounded so weak. Heartbroken, "A lot of things today"

 

"What's the matter?"

"Can you tell me?"

 

It would be too dark-hearted if you made such a tired face, and I still forced you to tell me again. I nodded gently as if I had said, "Never mind.” Before slowly hugging me, Charlie raised his hand and rubbed my head. His eyes were as if he was looking at the wound on my head rather than at my eyes. His kissable mouth was slightly upside down, like he regretted something.

 

"Did you make your wound?" Charlie asked.

 

"Oh... Yes," I replied. I felt a little guilty for stealing his face. I forgot that it might make Charlie feel guilty that he came back late at night, so he didn't make me think about it every day. "I have nothing to do. After taking a shower, I did it myself."

 

"I can't wait to do it."

"I'm so tired, go to sleep. Why do you want to make a wound again?"

 

"It's my duty."

 

"Wrong", I gently pushed the forehead of the little-hearted person with my finger. "Whoever is free, that person will do it. “

 

Charlie's mouth looks like he doesn't like it. I know he's probably blaming himself for not caring for me like he does every time. I'm discouraged by this, too. In the past, I've always tried to tell him that there's no need to pressure myself to do everything for myself. He's my boyfriend, not a mentor or bodyguard, and I can care for myself (even if it's not as good as Charlie's). Charlie always pretends to understand. But in the end, he will come back to the same. I blame myself every time I have to do something on my own. I don't know where he got this extreme idea.

 

"When you came in, didn't you wear this outfit?" Standing and talking for several minutes, I just noticed that Charlie was wearing different clothes from the ones he wore this morning. I remember when he went out, he was wearing a white T-shirt overlaid with a black short-sleeved shirt. But now he's wearing a striped T-shirt. I don't remember the white shirt; he has this shirt on. His pants are also black cotton pants, not his favourite standing pants.

 

"Oh... This is Chris's outfit," Charlie said as if he had just realised. "There was an accident.

"Accident?"

 

"Liu brought milk tea in and accidentally spilt all over my body."

 

"See, I told you, that's weird." Just listening to the story, I can imagine. The researcher's mother, Sai Munan, must have walked back and forth in the lab like always. She likes to float as if she is in contact with another universe, because it's not surprising that she is so wet that she poured milk tea on my boyfriend like this. "You only like to accept strange people to work."

 

"She didn't mean it."

"Hang, if you intend to do it, I'll follow you and smash it for you."

 

"Are you going to get it back for me?" Charlie tilted his neck and made a cute face as if he knew that it would make me stop complaining about his wet research.

 

"Of course, my boyfriend was bullied. Will you do it for me?"

"So cool"

 

Sit on the sofa. "Go sit down before you go. I'll get you some water."

"I'll go get it..."

"Sit"

 

"Yes," Charlie shut up. When he heard me making a quiet sound, the dog, who used to open his mouth to argue, immediately closed his mouth. It was like I heard Eung's voice coming out of his face.

 

I had to try to look at Charlie as a dog less, and then I walked to open the refrigerator. Before taking out the cold bottle of water and pouring it into a glass, Charlie's image of doing something for others may look more suitable. But it's not me.

 

I'm not sure how to take care of others, especially Charlie. When we take a shower together, I often massage him and wash his hair. Sometimes, I also help him cook. My main duty is scooping into the plate or something like that. I'm a great servant.

 

"Eh, Babe," Charlie said, like he just remembered something. "Next week it's Babe's birthday."

 

"Is it?" I tried to think about what day it was. When there was no competition, it made me forget the day and the night. I realised that my birthday was coming again. It's so fast that I can't keep up with our lives. 

 

"Forget it"

 

"This year, celebrate at Alan's house as usual, right?"

"It must be like that." I walked back to the living room with Charlie's cold water.

 

"If you don't go, you'll be less."

"Thank you." Charlie took a glass of water from me. He raised another big drink. The face looked fresher than in his old days, making my hair indescribably happy.

"Or do you want to celebrate together?"

 

"I can do whatever I want," Charlie replied casually. It's Babe's birthday; you have to please Babe. In addition, celebrating with everyone is good, too. Anyway, we celebrate together. Every year, on Babe's birthday, you must bring together many people you love."

 

"You talk like we don't see each other often." I skinned my face when I thought of you guys. It must be in the garage. "A little more, I'll throw up in their faces."

 

"But if I don't see you, I'll miss you."

"I miss you more than that."

 

"Sleeping together every night, do you still miss me?" The child never really knew anything. While I was thinking about the little time we had together, Charlie tilted his neck to look at me with eyes as if he didn't even understand what the word "miss “ meant.

 

"Well, we snore next to each other every night. I miss you so much."

 

"Oh..." You have to be sarcastic to be smarter. Charlie smiled sweetly while reaching out. He pulled me down to sit next to him. Then gathered my waist to hug. This attitude is clear: he intends to beg me to get rid of my heart, as always. "Sorry for making me miss you. I'll redeem you on my birthday."

 

"How to redeem?"

 

"Hmm... We went to celebrate P’Alan's house first. Then in the evening, we came back to celebrate with the two of us.

 

“I prepared a gift for you."

"Is that all?"

 

"Don't you want to know what my gift is?" Charlie's meaningful smile made me start to get excited. According to statistics from last year, Charlie is the one who chooses the most pleasing and exciting gift. Last year, he secretly prepared to organise a trip to take me to celebrate my birthday at a seaside resort. The view is stunningly beautiful, seafood, a large set, delicious, and of course, hot birthday sex, is imprinted in my heart. This year, I didn't hope for anything more than defeating last year's champion.

 

"If it's not wow," I pinched his cheek, pretending to blame him. Because seriously, no matter what Charlie gives me, I already like it. Or even if there is no gift, it's not a big deal. I have everything I want. The only thing I wish for a birthday is to celebrate with Charlie. But I didn't tell him about this. I said that he could prepare a gift.

 

"Wow, of course," Charlie replied with a confident expression.

"Wow, more than last year?"

 

"Double"

"Oh... I want to be born tomorrow."

"Be patient"

 

Charlie encouraged me to wait for my birthday with sweet kisses, flavours and rhythms that are familiar today may not be very heart-warming. But I feel like a big teddy bear is hugging me. Soft and warm. If this kiss goes on for another hour, I wouldn't have thought of it. 

 

Because, since Charlie, Babe's hate for kissing has completely died. I don't feel it's creepy anymore. But that's probably just because that person is Charlie. If I had to kiss someone else now, it would be weird. And most importantly, Charlie wouldn't disagree much about this.

 

"Hmm..." The moment of release is unfortunate. But if you don't take the rhythm to breathe at all, I'm afraid that someone will die first. I'm panting a little and trying to get air to enter the lungs slowly, while Charlie looks very normal. He chased and kissed my neck as if he were looking for something to kill time while I was taking a breath. "... Shoes"

 

I muttered when my eyes accidentally moved to see that Charlie was only wearing sandals, not his favourite pair of canvas shoes, like the ones I had left him at home. It's also a sandal that I've never seen before.

 

"Oh... The shoes are also messy," Charlie replied without waiting for me to wash them. Go more than that. "They are all sticky, so I left them to dry in the lab."

 

"Don't you want to get them back?"

 

It's not that he left the shoes I bought somewhere else. "Don't ruin that pair."

 

"I know, Babe bought them for me. How can I get rid of it?" The forgetful boy kissed his cheek; his hair was a big punishment, and he promised at the same time. "I'll bring them back tomorrow."

 

"If you forget again tomorrow, you will be hit."

 

"Agressing Ma Ma"

 

The mocking expression and tone made Charlie look very slapped in his skull. But it's still good that I held back. Let him cuddle as he pleases. The smell of mild shower cream floated around him. I felt a little strange because it was an unfamiliar smell, but I knew it must be the smell of the shower cream at the lab. I just can't imagine how much Liu had to be to make Charlie so messy that he had to take a new shower from head to his feet like this.

 

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"Charlie, I'm serious..."

"I don't want"

 

This is my loudest sigh. And it's been a long time since I've been frustrated with other people's things like this. But Charlie can. Seeing the face of a name like this, in fact, the character is no different from cats (which I dislike). It's both arrogant, holding back and stubborn for Charlie. He may not be like the first two. But all the characteristics are poured together. Let's all be stubborn. Whatever. If a decision is made, it's almost impossible for him to change his mind. Charlie will hold on to his own decision until the last moment. No one can make him change his mind. I know because I've tried.

 

"The body can't stand it anymore." I tried to say it calmly. To be honest, convincing a rebel like Charlie is a more difficult task than researching a drug. If I could choose, I would rather be in the lab than talk to a kid who doesn't know anything like this. "This month, you injected too many times. If you don't avoid it, you have to find someone else instead."

 

"I can handle it"

"I can't stand it."

"Fable"

"I said I couldn't." I just realised that my voice was harder than usual when people were around me.

 

The body was significantly quiet. Liu and P'Touch secretly glanced at each other as if they were secretly talking. Through the eyes that Dr. Chris was also scolding, or something like that. "Are you going to argue with the doctor?"

 

"Well, I don't feel anything," Charlie continued to insist with no sign of giving up.

"The one who injected last time, except for being drunk and suspended for two days, nothing has changed. Now my body is very normal."

 

It's a pity that our latest drug didn't work. At first, it seemed to be a bright idea when Chen created the illusion that Charlie had disappeared. But we had to break the team. After two days, Senses returned to work as before. And the other Chens in him have no signs of being shaken at all. As a researcher, I'm not sure which direction we're heading. It's like we're holding a map. But at the same time, it can just walk randomly in the middle between using instinct and getting lost. Everyone knows, but no one has ever said the word give up. Part of it's probably because of Charlie's stubbornness and recklessness. That makes everyone still hold hands and get lost together.

 

"I think it's good for you to listen to Chris, Charlie." Because I'm tired of the never-ending argument, Liu took over. She held a purple-black Kuromi mug paired with the pastel purple dress that she wore today as if she had already planned. I don't have a problem with other people's dressing. But I have to admit that Liu's patterned dressing (according to astrology) gives me a little goosebumps. "Maybe I've said it many times, but if you die first, everything you've done is wasted."

 

"How can I waste it? Even if I die, everyone has to keep doing it until it's done."

"So can I die?"

 

"It means dying with something else. People can die daily," Charlie pretended to be calm, telling the truth with a face. He seems to try to ignore everyone's concern (with my annoyance) so that the research can proceed as quickly as possible. I know the reason why he is so impatient. But that doesn't mean I agree with him. "Don't think too much about me. I said it's okay, do you think I don't know my own body?"

 

"So, when are you better than Doctor Chris?" I crossed my arms and looked at his face. Charlie's expression was like a child who wanted to argue. But deep down, I realised that my thoughts were not right. That much, he just wants to push. Because in this room, the person who is most ready to take a risk is him. "Listen, Charlie, even if you stubbornly say that you can handle it. But if we don't inject it, that's all." "I can let Touch inject it for you." When he saw that I was serious, Charlie turned to help.

 

From others instead. "In the past, P'Touch always injected me." P’Touch, who stood quietly for a long time, even made a face to stop stealing. Suddenly, he became Charlie's new target. He looked left and right as if he was hoping that there would be two or three Touch standing around here to wait for pressure on his own. But when he found out that there was no Khun A, I pretended to look at the ceiling and looked at the ceiling like that. It was considered a way to survive. It seems to be incredibly effective.

 

"What about Liu?" When P'Touch didn't cooperate, Charlie's next goal was. The lab doctor's mother said, "Did you inject me?"

 

"We..."

 

"No one should inject Charlie." I was so tired of Charlie's high blood pressure, so I made a clear announcement. Everyone in the room was silent. Even Charlie could sit and blink his eyes as if he were close to the corner. I also just realised that I have this much bargaining power. See, from now on, I have to use it to do more fun things. "If we see that someone injects Charlie, we will show who is crazier between me and Charlie."

 

The threat that is not clear in the conditions but seems to be clear in the feelings of my listeners, making everyone shut up, making a face, look at each other's eyes, stop stealing, who dares to take risks? Even Charlie was still. Seeing this helped me realise that in the eyes of everyone, I was crazy enough to do something that others didn't dare to do, even when I said it. I didn't even have any plans in my head. At most, a rough sketch, like burning the lab or smashing all the equipment that is available into porridge. I still can't think of that.

 

"What if you don't inject me?" Charlie spoke in a soft voice, showing the threat.

Mine is enough to work with some stubborn people. "Where do you have to wait? We don't have that much time."

 

While I was thinking about how to deal with the experimental rat problem, the door of the conference room opened. The person who walked in was Jeff, Charlie's brother, and behind him was Alan, holding a lunchbox in his hands.

 

"That's it," I pointed at the child who had just walked in. "Inject Jeff instead."

 

"Inject what?" The person who was targeted didn't have time to open his mouth to ask anything. His boyfriend asked first. Alan acted like a very strict parent with his children, treating everything about them as a major national issue.

 

"The medicine is broken down," I replied, "Charlie can't take it anymore. I have to find someone to experiment instead."

 

"Yes,"

"No!"

 

Jeff agreed easily, but his brother and boyfriend objected. In the next instant, both Charlie and Alan spoke in a stiff voice simultaneously. They had a strong reaction, which I thought, especially Alan. He not only objected to my ideas but also stared at my face as if he wanted to rush in and shake my head.

 

"What's so thick? Just inject yourself," Jeff said in a voice. He looked exhausted with the overprotective habit of both his brother and his lover. It seems both sympathetic and pathetic at the same time. I don't want to use the word jealousy with that child. But I can't deny that I'm a little jealous that he's surrounded by people who are ready to protect him—that kind of feeling. I don't remember if I've ever experienced it. "Don't overdo it."

 

"I won't give you an injection," Alan turned to Jeff with a serious expression.

"Did you order Jeff?"

 

Alan was silent. The other people in the room also held their breath. I glanced into eye contact with Charlie. He looked at me and made a face like he wanted to say that the real one is here. Although Charlie will not matter, no matter how hard the objection is, it doesn't have any effect. If Jeff insists on doing it, no one can go against it. Even Alan, who is a lover, would find it difficult to say.

 

"Jeff", Alan pressed his voice low. He sighed. He put two large bags of rice on the table next to the door before looking at the boyfriend's face with a visibly worried expression. He must have had harsh words and slashing around his head at this time. But because the person in front of him is Jeff, a cowardly person like Alan would never say those words. "It's dangerous. I don't know what the effects of drugs will have."

 

"Where is the danger?" Jeff frowned and looked at his boyfriend's face incomprehensively. I thought he was a little frustrated that Alan was trying to give him orders. Of course, even if I wasn't close to Jeff, I could see that the child was not a person under anyone's control. Even if that person was the most important in life, Charlie had been injecting all the time. Haven't seen death yet?"

 

"The others are fine. So, how can you be sure that this one is safe too?"

 

"Uh... I don't know if it will help. But before injecting it into people, we've already experimented with monkeys," I interjected. And my stinging made me get a destructive look from Alan again. Seeing that I've become his enemy. "At least be sure I won't die." But it's not that I want to be friends with him.

 

"So what right do you have to tell this person to inject?" Alan spoke to me with an angry look. His face was red and his jaw was tight. This was the first time he had talked to me directly like this. But unfortunately, it was the first time that was not impressive at all.

 

"P’Alan", Jeff turned around when he saw that his boyfriend would do this.

 

"I didn't say I had to inject this. I just offered it myself, and Jeff said it was okay." I shrugged my shoulders without hesitation. I didn't care how angry the other person was or how much they wanted to rush in and punch me. In fact, the more I saw Alan like that, the more I felt.

 

Provoking anger is already my favourite game. The more the victim is calm, the more delicious it is. There is nothing more fun than making the rocks boil into lava again. "If you can inject it yourself, I've already injected it. But I'm just an ordinary person, just like you. Spraying is a waste of medicine."

 

Obviously, Alan is holding back as much as possible. The veins that bulged on the temple said everything, but because he was an adult, he chose to walk away from the room instead of arguing with me. Although his maturity will disappoint me a little, making people like him angry until they have to walk away is not a bad result.

 

"Thank you," Jeff turned to me sarcastically before following Alan out with an irritable look.

 

"With pleasure," I replied with a smile. Although he was no longer there, the others in the room looked at each other before slowly dispersing when they realised that today, no one would have been injected.

 

P'Touch shook his head at me. He would be heavy with my character. But I probably knew that I couldn't do anything. That's why I could only be heavy and walk away with Liu. Charlie himself had a facial expression that was no different from P'Touch. He got up and walked past me. I didn't feel bad about anything that would make everyone break up. I just regret that it ended too easily. I thought I would see more people fighting.

 

Dr Chris: These people are so boring.

 

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"Do you want it?"

 

Kim walked over and sat down on the chair next to me with a plate of food in his hand. Since arriving at Ban Pu Lan, I haven't seen this Korean guy with empty hands at all. Neither a plate nor a glass. Both food and drinks stick to my hands all the time like a regrown organ. Seeing it, I think it is too good for Alan to raise these people. 

 

The cost of food each month will shake the numbers in the account quite a bit. The more months there are, the heavier it is. Alone, just eating together, usually melts Alan's account until there are almost only scraps left. So, try to imagine how big it will be today. But it's PitBabe's birthday. If it's not full, it's a bad reputation.

 

"What?" I looked at the white plate on Kim's phone screen in my hand. Put it on the table in front of you.

 

"Corn," Kim replied. He looked at me, asking questions like shallow bongs. I myself don't understand why I have to ask again, even though I already see that it's corn.

 

"Choose to eat where it doesn't burn."

 

"Who did this?" I grabbed the skewer and turned it over to the other side. I found that the Korean deliberately took the side with the burn hidden below for a beautiful picture. Then came to sit and gnaw on the side that looked normal instead of toasting it again to make it look more edible.

 

"It's me"

"Go back to driving as usual."

 

"Oh, big chef," the Korean man said, skewering his mouth in a sarcastic expression while his mouth still trimmed the corn grains one by one in an orderly manner. Even the way of eating is appropriate for the real personality. "How many menus have you made?"

 

"A lot, you just don't have Vasana to eat."

"Charlie did it, and you scooped it on this plate; it doesn't count."

 

"I've already done it in the cup." I straightened my neck to make a superior face. But Kim looked back with more disdainful eyes. Seeing that I have to try to learn to cook seriously. Now, everyone misunderstands that I'm a person who can't do anything at all.

 

 It's because Charlie didn't allow me to do anything.

"There is no Charlie, what can you do?"

 

I couldn't say a word. Kim shook his head and said that he was not considerate. Counting the days, Pitbabe is becoming increasingly powerful. It's because of Charlie again that I feel like a soft bubble wrapped around me all the time. He asked me to quit smoking, reduce alcohol, and begged me not to fight. During this year, I became a more peaceful PitBabe because every time my mood was simmering, Charlie would say, 'Babe, no, I'm begging.' In the end, what? I was soft-hearted to do his request.

 

"I'm racing and beating you."

 

"In the past, yes, but now it's probably not possible," Kim Loi said with a floating face, confident. It would look scarier if he put that burnt corn down first.

 

"I got a new car and practised every day too. People who have kids like you are too careless."

 

"Oh... I heard Alan say that you asked for a new car." I nodded casually. I didn't think about arguing about the child. Although in reality, there is almost no time to follow the rumours. "Which one did you get?"

 

"If you want to know, come and see."

"Where are you?"

 

"My house"

"Go"

 

Kim froze when I easily accepted the invitation. The mouth that used to chew all the time lost the rhythm as if my words were beyond expectations. Even though I've been to Kim's house many times, he makes a face now.

 

'It's crazy, how can I get it?' Put it on me like that.

 

"No," and suddenly, the Korean guy turned his face. He acted like he had just realised that he didn't want me to go to his home. "It's better to wait and see the field. What's good going to go to my house?"

 

I stared at Kim's face with a little confusion. In fact, I didn't want to go to his house that much. Plus, he was the one who invited himself. But when he suddenly acted suspiciously like this. I started to want to know what's going on at this Korean man's house. I bet it's not just a new car that he boasts about.

 

"What?" When he stared at me non-stop, Kim looked even more and more. He looked like he was the same type of person as me. I mean, the kind who just thought of lying was caught.

 

"Do you know when you look at it?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

 

"Find?" I'm not sure if I guessed right, but when his eyes were as big as that goose egg. It looks funny. "Where did you get it?"

"Guess"

"Moila"

 

"That's right, I guess it means confused." I shrugged my shoulders in a relaxed posture. The person who felt like I was sitting on a hot pan was him, not me.

 

"But seeing people acting like children means that they should be guessing correctly."

 

"I didn't say it." Kim pressed in a low voice. Obviously, he was trying his best to get out of the accusation. Without realising, the more he denied it, the more it became clear that there was something he didn't want me to know.

 

"I don't think it has to be closed. You've been here for a long time. Is it strange to have a boyfriend?"

 

"Not strange, but I don't have one."

"Isn't it beautiful?"

 

"Well.." The accused acted as if he was going to follow, but he was able to regain consciousness. Kim pointed his face.

 

I realised, "Ah, I'm not mocking myself."

 

"Or handsome?"

"I don't have a boyfriend"

 

"This style doesn't look good for sure."

"Do you think you have a handsome boyfriend alone?"

 

"That! I know it's a man!"

 

"What!" Kim yelled. If I chase the herd a little more, his brain would explode on the ground. As he said, he was like me. The two of us were so straightforward that it was difficult to make a lie seem realistic. Therefore, we squirmed like being scalded every time he was caught in a lie. "How did you say it didn't have a lie?"

 

"I've seen you complaining about being single all year. There will be a chapter."

"This bastard..."

 

"Oops! Wait a minute." I raised my hand to stop Kim, who was about to open his mouth to curse, when the phone in his hand shook. The screen lights up, showing the latest identity image of the call. Enter. It's a picture of Charlie sleeping and opening his mouth. I'm the one who secretly filmed him and then changed it with my hand. Of course, he doesn't like it. But because I like it very much, he had to sacrifice his own image for my peace of mind. "Ask for a boyfriend's line first."

 

"Kim squeezed his voice, making a mocking face before shaking his head and running away. Then nibbled on the corn in his hand with a fierce attitude. "Love each other so much, don't write a tag on your neck."

 

I ignored the grumbling of the (seemingly) single person and answered the phone.

"What's up?"

 

(I finished talking to the teacher) It's just Charlie's voice coming through the phone. The corner of my mouth raised automatically. In fact, he should be here. But because yesterday the counsellor suddenly pushed me to postpone the appointment, Charlie had to go to the university.

 

 Even though I intended to clear everything on my birthday, at first, I was a little upset. But when he begged me, I lost again as usual. I had to let my boyfriend take care of his own affairs first. When everything was fine, he would come to celebrate his birthday together.

 

(What is Babe doing?)

 

"I'm not doing anything. I was sitting alone," I made a shivering sound like a child being abandoned. At the same time, the person sitting next to me turned to look at me and frowned until I was almost tied up. "No one plays with me."

 

'So bullshit,' Kim said silently. He looked like he wanted to throw burnt corn at my head a little bit, but I don't care (oh... So where did everyone else go?) Charlie asked in a worried tone.

 

"Alan cooks in the kitchen with Jeff, North, and Sonic, who went out to buy things. Dean is lighting the barbecue. Kim doesn't know where he went." I lie with a face. If it's important, I often act like a child until I get caught every time. But if it's a small lie to get attention from my boyfriend, I'm doing quite well. Especially the kind that doesn't have to see this expression. It's almost like I'm telling the truth. But seriously, what am I really lying about? It's only the last sentence. "Lonely, Charlie." Kim moved his mouth, scolded me, and counted the words. But I considered it a return to him.

 

(I feel so sorry) Even Charlie's voice on the phone sounds cute. I can't help but be jealous of myself in my heart. (I'll stop by the lab to get my stuff and hurry to follow him.)

 

"What else are you going to get?"

(Hmm... What do you want?)

 

"Babe's gift?" I was excited because of the tone of voice that sounded good. It's normal to say that he didn't expect a lot of gifts.

 

(Yes or no?)

"Hey... What?"

 

(Don't tell)

"Gong"

 

(It's okay, I'll go there later)

"You're so good"

 

Charlie laughed. I heard P'Babe's voice coming from the end of the line. Charlie must be walking. The distance from the faculty building to his regular parking lot is about ten minutes on foot, which is not much and not less. Suitable for calling and looking for a boyfriend who is sitting and missing me the most.

 

(Is there anything else missing there? I'll buy more for you later. Charlie asked.

"No need. North and Sonic went out to buy it. What else is missing?

 

Then call. Tell him to buy it. You hurry up." (Can't you miss me anymore?)

"If you come later, there will be a new father."

 

(Not funny)

"I'm not funny."

(Growling)

"I'm also touchy."

(No one is free, end)

 

Just talking on the phone, I feel like Charlie is sitting next to me. The sound of breathing, laughing, or even the sound of his movements completely changes my mood. Of course, being reunited with my family like this must be happy. But the happiness I get from these people is different from what Charlie gave me. If I had to explain it in one word, it would be too difficult. But in conclusion, I have to use both people to replace Charlie alone. And in the end, I didn't feel as fulfilled as I should.

 

"Hurry up", I gently said to the person at the end of the line. "So I can hurry back to celebrate together"

 

(Please be cute first.)

"No"

 

(Try to beg)

"No"

 

(Pleading)

"No"

(Well, it depends)

 

I laughed because of Charlie's slumpy voice. I know he's not serious. Charlie knows that if I want to be cute with him. I don't have to tell him, I'll do my best. But when he asks me to do it, I will choose to refuse first because it's not very fun. If I do his request easily, then it's too easy.

 

"Do you want to be touchy?" I pretended to ask.

(No, because I'll take it back tonight.)

 

"What do you want?"

(Don't say it.)

 

"It's just embarrassing."

(Babe is a little shy)

"No"

 

We argued for a while. I said while drawing on the table with my fingers. I don't know why I did it. But it's already a habit. If I were sitting on the lawn now, I would have pulled the grass into a farm.

 

"Bye"

 

Finally, I had to hang up. Charlie walked to the car. I had to let him drive at least for safety. And he will arrive soon. Normally, I might be addicted to Charlie. But when it's my birthday, I want to see him twice as much. He made me excited. With the important day, even though I had never been excited about my birthday before, it was an anniversary.

 

Various people think it's ridiculous. But now? Just thinking that Charlie forgot our anniversary, I'm ready to rampage.

 

"What are you looking at?" I turned to ask the person sitting next to me, gnawing on corn, because I recognised him. I've been looking at him with the corner of my eye for a while.

 

"Your voice changes quickly, doesn't it?"

"So, do you want me to talk to you like I did with Charlie?" I raised my shoulders and didn't make a face.

 

Ah, pathetic: "Aren't you afraid of being jealous of your boyfriend?"

"I said I don't have a boyfriend!"

 

Kim ran out of patience and threw almost all the corn pods that I had gnawed on. But fortunately, I was fast enough to deviate and dodge in time. And of course, I refused to be attacked unilaterally. I reached out to pick up the burnt corn on the plate and threw it back. But this time, it was unlucky, not because Kim couldn't dodge. That person was as agile as I was. He bent down to escape the trajectory of the corn bullet in time.

 

 But that said, to be unlucky. That's because the person who was hit by the corn pod in the face was Alan, who was walking, and would bring food to serve separately.

 

"You bastards!"

 

The fate after that was nothing beyond a guess. Both Kim and I were in a big set of prayers. With the charge of hurting the owner of the house and the charge of bringing food to play, I listened and ate. Making a face of feeling guilty from time to time for realism, while Kim made a mouth, secretly mocking the captain all the time. The two of us looked like people who didn't repent until Alan gave up. He walked away to the kitchen. 

 

Kim and I put our hands together like 'Saved' before a few seconds later, the Last Boss walked out of the house and started the second prayer, which is considered many times more severe than Alan's. We could only nod and answer 'Yes' until Jeff was tired. Then walk back into the house.

 

The sun sets on the horizon. All members gathered at P’Alan's house, almost all the words here. It means that everyone has come together, except Charlie, who has not been seen until now. I called him again, but there was no response. I sent a message to the chat, and there was no sign of a reply. Suppose he came later than he should. But I think I shouldn't be angry now, because if you are optimistic, Charlie may be busy preparing a surprise for my birthday now. Therefore, I will allow him to be a special case.

 

"Hasn't your boyfriend come yet?"

 

Until the evening, Charlie still didn't come, but the person who arrived first was the one I didn't expect to meet today.

 

"I'm here, but I've already put it in, so you can't see it," I replied in a voice. Before raising the fourth or fifth glass of Pepsi of the day to sip, relieve a dry throat with crunchy snacks scattered on the table.

 

"Oh, does this mean you're single?" Willy said with a straight face. I really don't understand why this kid shows up at every team event. And he also acts like he forgot that, technically, we are still considered competitors.

 

"I think I warned you."

 

"Just kidding." The foreign boy immediately raised his hand and surrendered without waiting for me to teach him. The last time we met, it was like we were going to talk more. So I gave an ultimatum to Willy that if he still came to me, I would forbid him to interfere with X Hunter again, which I don't believe was an effective threat. I didn't know that Willy was that close to North. "I'm not flirting."

 

"Let's play in." North, who passed by, gently pushed the head of a close junior before walking to sit down next to Sonic, who was trying to open a beer bottle with his bare hands.

 

"If Charlie comes and sees it, it will be a story."

"What's the matter?" Willy laughed as if he thought North's threat was too ridiculous. That will scare him. "Will he cry?"

 

"What kind of person do you think Charlie is?" Alan said with a smile before opening his mouth to receive a small piece of orange that Jeff has been feeding and putting it in his mouth for a while.

 

"Smart, kind, and..." Willy looked at me as if he was hesitating. How to continue saying "Dim"

 

Willy finished speaking and made a scared face, as if he was afraid of being scolded by me like last time. But this time I didn't feel dissatisfied like when he said Charlie was boring. On the other hand, I think it's funny that Willy looks at Charlie the same way I used to be, just a sexual partner. Charlie was a lazy kid who was always ready to follow me everywhere, do everything I ordered, and close his eyes every time I scolded him. But after dating seriously for almost three years, I learned that Charlie is crazier than I thought. He is hard-hearted, enterprising, and believes in himself. Everything that other people feel is actually me. It's in Charlie and much more intense. 

 

I'm not that tough. Not as crazy as him, and talking about self-confidence, I consider that I have a normal level. As for Charlie, he has so much that he can rule.

 

"You don't know Charlie at all," P’Alan shook his head and laughed softly as if he was watching ignorance Willy's story: "Don't play with his stuff. It's not worth it."

 

"Really?" Willy tilted his neck, then looked at everyone around him, seeking confirmation. He didn't seem to want to believe that Charlie, in his own mind and reality, could be so different. "Brother Charlie?"

 

"Or will you try?" I asked, "But I don't want him."

"Are you afraid of Charlie, too?"

 

"I'm not afraid," I replied in a stiff voice, but North and Sonic laughed and hit their arms.

Let's go back and forth. "I'm just too lazy to argue with it. I always argue and lose."

 

"So what are you going to do?" Dean said while chewing boiled beans like Uncle Wai.

Fifty "Just don't go to Wawa, Babe, it's over. Act like you don't like him."

 

"Or do you really like him?" Alan narrowed his eyes.

"Crazy, I don't like him," Willy waved his hand in denial. "I just respect him as an idol."

 

"What if Babe takes it?" North asked in an excited tone, while I could only sit and listen to others talk about me quietly because I didn't know how to express my opinion, and now it's starting to get a little bit annoying, and Charlie hasn't come yet. "If he's single, will you flirt?"

 

"Uh..." Foreign children have a pensive face, not knowing that they are thinking about the real answer. Or are you hesitating about what to lie about? "Well... Maybe"

 

"Oh..."

 

Willy's answer called the cheers around the circle. Everyone turned to look at me and the foreign boy alternately. Now we seem to be in a blind date circle between universities. There is no mistake, even if there are a couple here, and someone who is not single like me.

 

"What about you, brother Babe?" When the conversation started to be more fun, Sonic began to ask questions to increase the excitement. "If you're not dating Charlie, no, if Babe in this world doesn't have Charlie at all, would date Willy?"

 

Everyone looked at me without an appointment. I thought I was sitting quietly to avoid the risk. Ultimately, it had little effect. Everyone's expectant eyes made me feel that I should participate a little. I turned to look at Willy, who was sitting next to me, scanning his eyes to explore him from head to toe. While in my mind, I imagined a world without Charlie (just thinking about it is very sad).

 

If Babe doesn't have Charlie in this world? "Well... Maybe"

The booing sound is louder than in the first round. And I just remembered when I said that, my answer is the same as Willy's answer; there is no distortion.

 

"I mean, just a date, maybe one night or something like that." I quickly defended before everyone would misunderstand, like Charlie used to misunderstand, until we had a big fight.

 

"But if you are serious about dating.. I don't want it."

"I'm secretly hurt." Willy turned to hold his heart with North as if he were really heartbroken.

 

"Make up your mind, kid. It's not Charlie's hard like this." The conversation in the alcohol industry goes on, both about racing, cars, love, and both serious and ridiculous aspects of life. Everything was picked up during the rhythm that was Correct according to the flow of thoughts and words. Laughter sounds from time to time. Everyone has something they want to say and want to hear. But I feel like I'm not a part of those stories. I keep looking at the phone and waiting for a reply from Charlie, who has been silent for hours. 

 

I tried to contact him again, but there was no response. No lab member can contact anyone, including Touch, Liu, or even Chris. I tried to contact them all. But there is no sign. I can't help but worry that bad things will happen to Charlie because he is usually not the person who will disappear like this.

 

I stared at my phone screen as if I would use my mental power to force Charlie to reply. It's a coincidence or if I'm really psychic. But finally, a message notification pops up.

 

[Babe, I'm sorry]

[There is an urgent matter at the lab, so I didn't reply. Now it's cleared.]

 

[I'm on my way]

 

The first feeling I felt when I saw Charlie's message was relief. At least I was comfortable that he was still safe. Not bad things happened as I thought I was afraid of. But the next idea was not very good. Urgent again.

 

At that lab.. There are always urgent things. But my story is never urgent for him. The sound of everyone's conversation was like relaxing music for me. But today it's very deafening. Like the sound of a partridge gathered in a single tree. Making a sound of each other since the sun began to set. I can't hear it. There were only annoying chirps. And it's more and more annoying until I had to get up and escape.

 

I walked out to the front of the house. Tell Alan that I have come out to meet Charlie. Otherwise, he will have to get up, followed by the worry. And I don't want to ruin the atmosphere by complaining about Charlie or the story, which is like a partridge. The best way is to walk out quietly like this.

 

"You look quiet today."

But a partridge has escaped from the herd.

 

"Regret ageing?" Willy, who has been secretly following him for a while, doesn't know. With a casual tone, he looked up at something that Alan had planted in front of his house. It makes the house look shady. But at the same time, it makes the house look a little scarier at night. Especially where the two of us are standing is quite dark. Its shadow is even more creepy.

"No," I answered in a flat voice. I don't want to explain anything more than that.

"Or is it because Charlie is late?"

 

I'm silent because what he said was right. That's part of what makes my mood bad.

Today is my real birthday.

 

"Are you fighting?" Willy's tone sounded softer. There was no sign of that in the past. If it wasn't for me being so sensitive that I thought about it myself, I think Willy was worried about me. "With Charlie"

 

"I'm not fighting," I sighed. Now everything in me is heavy. Suddenly, I feel tired like travelling for a year. Even though I haven't done anything today, "Just... It's annoying."

 

"You can tell me."

Did you tell me that? Can a child like Willy listen to it? And if I really want to tell, where should I start?

 

"I don't like it in the last place"

"Do you mean racing?"

"Everything" is my latest feeling. The feeling that is enough to distil.

 

It's an easy-to-understand statement. "I used to think I was the first one all the time. But it's going down. My rank keeps falling. Until now, it feels like I'm at the end."

 

"And there's no way to climb back up?"

 

"I don't know." I shook my head and looked down at the light-up phone screen. Charlie sent the message again because I opened it and didn't reply. He was probably worried that I would be angry. But now I don't feel like replying to his message at all. "I want to go back up, but I don't know what to do."

 

"You don't look like Babe at all."

"Because you think I'm too good."

 

"Maybe so." Willy shrugged his shoulders gently. His hands were in his pants pockets. We didn't look at each other. We both looked away. Deep down, this is better. At least for me, who might say strange things at any time. "I think I'll fight better."

 

"This is not about fighting or not fighting."

"So what is it about?"

 

Once again, I don't know what to answer. I don't even know what this is about. Of course, Charlie is the core of this story. But I'm not sure where the problem lies, with him, with me, or with both of us. And what should I do to get through this feeling? I don't want to ignite the problem in our relationship. But at the same time, I'm very afraid that if this continues before I can remember that I'm the problem, I may have to lose Charlie.

 

"If you love him... You have to fight more than this." Willy said that even though he didn't know anything. He just said that it must be about Charlie. Of course, everyone would guess that. How many things will there be in my life now? "And if he loves you too, he won't let you fight alone."

 

That's the words from Willy, the person I called 'that kid', 'yesterday's kid, scene' or 'Luk Hang'. He is the centre of ignorance. But now he has come back to advise me, an adult who is almost as old as he is.

 

"I don't know what it is, but as far as I can see, I know that you love him very much. Are you Ready to lose him now?"

 

"What will a child like you know?" I just laughed, thinking of myself being so old and still having to give a child who keeps travelling daily like Willy to help show me the bright way to "Have you ever had a girlfriend yet?"

 

"A boyfriend who loves each other so much like you and Charlie doesn't have it yet."

"Do you still dare to teach me again?"

 

"I didn't teach at all." Willy turned to look at my face. At the same time, I turned to look at him without knowing why I wanted to look at him. "I just don't want to be disappointed in P." Disappointed... What exactly does he expect from me?

 

I stared at Willy's face like that. I tried to think of words to reply, but I realised none came out. He stared at my face before reaching out to gently touch my hair.

 

"The leaves stick to your head," Willy said with a smile before taking the dry leaves from my head. "Last time, the oil was on your face. I believe that Pitbabe is really charming."

 

"You

..."

 

"Babe"

I didn't have time to argue back. Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between me and Willy. 

 

"What are you doing?"

And even if I don't have to turn to make eye contact, I know that he is looking with an angry feeling. 

 

"You go inside," I said to Willy softly.

"Are you okay?"

 

"I'm okay, but if you're still here, he won't be okay," I said in a deep voice while pushing.

 

After Willy walked back into the house, the owner of the cold voice walked closer. "Go in... I'll clear it myself here."

 

Fortunately, Willy was a good boy today. He agreed to walk back into the house, even though he still turned around. Looking at me many times with concern.

 

"Why did you come out here?" Charlie looked at my face. His expression now is not joking at all. He should have come in time when Willy took out the leaves for me. "So what did Willy do?"

 

"Where have you been?"

"I'll ask first," Charlie said in a stiff voice.

 

"I'm waiting for you"

"With Willy?"

 

"So what's your problem?"

 

Charlie, he probably didn't expect me to reply like this. And I didn't think that the words would come out of my mouth after thinking I wanted to try. 'Fight,' as Willy said just now.

 

"I think we talked about this." Like every time, Charlie was angry but tried to calm down. He would try to force himself to talk to me for a reason if I was going to a stupid party and burn every logic that he would bring up to teach me, like every time. "Why Willy again? I don't understand."

 

"Do you want to know why?"

"Yes, why?"

 

"Because I'm sad," I stared at Charlie's face. Even now that his heart is suffering, I'm still sure that he's the person I love the most in my life. But at the same time, I want to hurt him. At least half as much as I feel now. "I'm sorry, and there's no one here except him."

 

"What does Babe regret?" Charlie asked with a confused expression, "Because I'm late today, right? I can explain that, but I don't think it has anything to do with Willy."

 

"You can explain it, Charlie. There's nothing you can't explain."

"Then Babe, listen to me..."

"What do you get when you hear it?"

 

I don't want to do this. I don't want to be angry. I don't want to be an idiot to him, but Charlie's posture now makes me feel like I'm going to be short of breath. He doesn't understand anything. In Charlie's eyes, I'm the only one who's wrong. And he has to be the one to fix everything in the relationship, even though it's not his place; he insists on trying to fix everything. 

 

"Don't raise your voice at me," Charlie said in a low voice. This is probably Charlie's highest level of anger. But what? I don't want to listen to him anymore. "I told you to speak well."

 

"No!"

"Babe"

 

"I don't want to listen to anything else! I'm bored! I'm tired of having to fight about the same thing endlessly. I have to try to understand everything about you. But you never even try to understand how I feel. I changed everything for you. Patience for you. So what! In the end, what did I get back? Do you know how tired it is to be by your side!"

 

Charlie froze. He looked at me like he couldn't believe I was talking to him—those evil words.

 

"Why... Did you say this?"

"Because I feel this way."

 

"Stay with me... Is it very tiring?"

"Yes"

 

Is that the right answer? I don't know. I just know that it's the word I want. I'm going to say it now.

 

"I'm tired of trying to understand. I miss you, but you have to understand, I don't care, but I'm sorry, but I have to understand. I'm tired of waiting, even though I don't know how long I have to wait. I have to wait for you to deal with everything first. Study, research, and other people are all important. Everything else is urgent. There is only I who has to wait. I am the last thing in life that you will turn back to. Look at the time when there is nothing else to pay attention to."

 

"Babe..."

"I'm tired of being the least important thing in your life."

 

I've already said it, and I'm sure Charlie will be hurt a bit because of those words.

 

"If you don't have me, will your life be easier, Charlie?" That's good. That's it. That's good.