PitBabe series2

I dislike the type of social work that requires me to wear a suit to meet people I'm not close to. One is to try to find something to talk about and endure being caught. Staring is difficult for me. The second is that the suit makes me uncomfortable, and three... It makes me feel like Tony's son.

 

Since I started knowing Tony, Tony has often taken me to social events. I'm not sure if other children had the opportunity to do this. But from the frequency of being ordered to measure myself to cut a new suit, I'm probably the product I've taken out to show off most often. It could give me a good image because I'm still not slugging. Combined with Tony's feelings, I'm wiser than other children. So he looks especially favourably on me and is proud of me. Those reasons make me play the role of a talented son who often accompanies him to businessmen's parties, with a tiger's heart. Wearing a neat suit from head to toe reminds me of the bitterness at that time, like a nightmare.

 

But Pete's work is an exception. I'm not sure what Dr Chris talked to you about, Pete. Suddenly, he walked over and said that we were invited to the opening of a new shopping centre. The brand of Beyond Group. Just hearing this, I already know the real purpose of participating. So I said yes without thinking much. For us now, nothing is more important than the line. I don't care what circle I'll be in. The critical point is that the more there are, the more ways there are to win. Therefore, no matter how much I hate it, I must endure it. I have to meet Babe here. 

 

Beyond Group has always fully supported X Hunter—essential events like this. There is no way they won't show up because of that. That's why I'm prepared for what I face today. I practised with myself before leaving the house so that I would be very calm. The primary objective is to expand the line's reach and establish a consistent presence in the media. And no matter what, I will never get close to

 

Initially, I performed well in one area. Although the first person I saw since walking into the hall was Babe, I acted as if he were an air element. Looking through him as if he didn't exist. Babe must have thought I didn't see him for sure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stared at me like that since I walked into the hall until he sat at the table. I realised that his eyes were fixed on me. I tried to act like I was unrecognisable. Have some interest in stage activities. Talk to tablemates, but it doesn't work, no matter how hard I try to shake him off.

 

Being more sensitive than the general public has always been annoying for me. And what I have to recognise today reinforces how much I hate it. Just a fraction of a second to sweep my eyes past the table of Team X. I saw Babe teasing Willy, a racing boy. Another team that Babe said he never thought of more than one of yesterday's children. But lately I feel like that yesterday's child will follow Babe's ass everywhere. Pictures on the Internet are often visible, despite being frequently accused of cheating. But Babe doesn't seem to pay attention at all. That kid keeps by his side as Babe kept me with him three years ago.

 

Babe is a low-patient person. He's too annoying to keep people who don't care close to him. Just as the first time we met, everyone told me not to do it. Because of Babe's character, no matter which partner was handsome or charming, he would play with him for a few days. After that, he left due to boredom and went in search of a new person. But as time passed, I was still by Babe's side and in and out of his house like my own home. Even though it was only for a month, it made everyone admit (with surprise) that I could gun across the high wall of people like Pit Babe. Because of that, I couldn't help but think that Willy might not be just an annoying child out of sight, like Babe said I used to do. Willy could do it too, when I saw Willy bow his head to Babe's. 

 

"And if I'm buzzing, will Babe stop?" I asked like that even though I already knew the answer.

 

"No."

 

Why did Babe stop when he deliberately made me jealous in the first place?

 

"Even if you hum to death, I won't stop."

 

It's not that I don't know that closeness comes from his intentions. Babe knows I'm watching. He allowed Willy to get close and move closer to him. He thinks that this method can get me back. Which he's right. I hate to accept this, but it's the truth. I can see the game, but I'm unable to overcome the sensitivity of this feeling. Babe can indeed use Willy as a tool. However, that doesn't mean he will never think more deeply about it. Don't forget that I used to be like his tool. Or it's not wrong to call it a tool. However, in conclusion, he used to think about taking advantage of me without a second thought.

 

In the end, it may develop into a deeper relationship; it's possible. Now I see the plot that will be repeated twice. The story is not different from the first. Just change the actor. If Babe can love me, he can love Willy too, but I'm not sure... Can I allow him to love someone else?

 

"So what is Babe doing this for?" I asked with a weak heart. Knowing that what I did to him was low. It's not wrong that Babe will be hurt and resentful. But I don't understand why he keeps thinking about getting me back without considering his own feelings in this situation. "Don't you think about what you will be hit with if the news is out again?"

 

"Why do you care so much about the news?"

"Well, I don't like others to say it's Babe."

 

Babe didn't reply. He looked at my face still. Didn't look angry, frustrated or annoyed. He seemed to be considering something in his mind. Before falling out laughing, Babe nodded slowly, talking, scared, laughing.

 

"You look good... The kind of guy who acts as if you care about me."

"Babe", I pressed in a low voice ",, I care, care all the time"

 

"I know", Babe continued to laugh, as if what I said was so ridiculous that he stopped laughing. No, "You care about me so much that you throw me away first."

 

"Babe, I can't.”

 

"But it's okay. My feelings are horrible. But now I'm okay." I should be happy with Babes 'Okay. But what happened was the opposite. My heart twitched at what Babe said just now. It's like he's saying that everything he's doing now is a return that hurts him. But he doesn't feel sorry that we have to break up again.

 

It's like Babe doesn't need me anymore. And that's probably because he has someone else who can replace me completely or even be better than me.

"Sometimes it's best for us to break up. At first, I thought I would die without you. But now I realise that I won't die. In the past, I just haven't tried to love anyone except you."

 

He's moving forward. Babe is going through the healing process from the wounds I've created. He is looking forward to the future without my shadow by my side—the future he used to say was scary. But now he seems happy and excited about it without thinking about looking back at me again. Because Babe, there is someone ready to hold his hand to the future—that's more than me.

 

This is good. If Babe is happy... That's good.

 

"And with Willy, I don't know what the future will be like. But now there's nothing yet. Just close to each other. I think I'll give you a moment to make up your mind before launching a new one... Are you kind?"

I can't speak. I don't know where to start. I'm happy.

 

Thank you for... Don't have a new person—that last sentence. No matter how much I want to say, I don't have the right. I've chosen to walk out. If you say nonsense like that, there is hope that Babe will be angry until he explodes. But there is no denying that it is the choice I want to say the most. After seeing him close to other men in front of his eyes

 

"Why are you silent? Don't you believe me?" Babe tilted his neck to ask. The corners of his mouth were beautiful, raising a cute smile. Right? Until now, I still think he is adorable. It's pathetic. I know, but who can say anything? This patheticness doesn't hurt anyone but me. "If you don't believe me, you can prove it."

 

Babe said in a casual tone. He stepped three steps until our distance was reduced to only one arm's length. Before extending his right hand in front of me, the smell of perfume that floated into my nose all the time was clearer—it blended in harmony with his body odour and the smell of the soft fabric liquid embedded in the expensive suit, and the faint scent of water from the tap.

 

"Smell it; it does smell like anyone else." Babe smiled happily. "The nose is already good. That's all, the dog can already be separated... Right?"

 

I told myself I had to remain calm, conscious, and in control. But when I was in front of him, my free will was exhausted. I was soft and mesmerised by his charm. Even though I knew this was a clever temptation, I was still willing to follow him into the forbidden forest.

 

The tip of my nose touched his palm. Even though we were standing far apart, the smell of Babe still floated and tickled my nose. Therefore, explaining how violent it would be at this distance is unnecessary. I awkwardly dragged the tip of my nose along his palm. Breathe into the lungs, absorb every molecule of the smell that comes out of him. Most of the scent is Babe’s own, and very few parts come from others.

 

I smell P’Alan. Although it's very faint, it's still enough to feel. Sonic's scent is fainter than that, but I can recognise him because of the rather strong perfume smell. However, it's likely because they don't often come into contact. The scent is only a little bit. There would be no way to catch it if it weren't for the special Chen. But that's not important. The point that bothers me the most is the smell of people on Babe. Even though he has washed his hands, Willy's scent is the most pronounced. But the smell is not dust. It can't be washed away with water or dispelled. The fine particles penetrate every molecule of the surface. Embedded there for a long time. It depends on who can touch it, which is frustrating because I pushed that person.

 

"Do you smell anything?" Babe asked while standing still, leaving me to hide my face in his palm without thinking. Will he pull the hand away?

 

"This is a lie"

"What are you lying about?"

 

"I smelled it."

"It?"

 

"Willy"

 

Babe laughed in a clear voice. He seems to like that the smell of that person is still attached to him enough for me to catch. He stared at me. Let me sniff for a while. Before slowly pulling my hand back, the smell fades gradually with a longer distance. It makes it easier for me to breathe, which is a good thing.

 

Brother Bo! But I can't stop it.

 

I reached out to hold Babe's hand. Babe looked a little shocked. But he didn't show any more than his eyes twitching wide open for a few seconds. He didn't pull his hand away before returning to the same plain expression. Babe, let me hold his hand without even a voice of objection. I momentarily made eye contact with him when I pulled his palm to my cheek. I wanted to wait to see the reaction to this outrageous action. But there was nothing. Babe just looked at me, still as if he wanted to know what I would do next.

 

The answer is that I kissed his hand, the palm whose main function is to hold the steering wheel. And before that, it had a secondary function (sufficiently important): to touch me. This body was standing in front of him. There is no place that this hand has never touched. This hand makes me both wonderfully happy and in pain. Because of that, I like to hold his hand. No matter where or when, we will be together, whether with just two people or in front of many. I want to hold his hand proudly. However, I can't do that.

 

Half of my feelings now are like I'm a person having withdrawal symptoms. Then, the medicine falls into my hands when I'm at my weakest. The other half is similar to when I use illusions to deceive others. The longer the process of creating illusions takes, the more creators like me inadvertently fall into the virtual world they created without control. In summary, now I'm letting my intuition completely replace my brain.

 

Charlie chased and kissed Babe's palm, inhaling whatever smell was on his skin. It spread to the back of his hand. The wrist that came out of the suit's sleeve. Just one hand made me almost unconscious. The more I saw, the more I saw the eyes that Babe was looking at. The hot cough spread all over the body. I want to get closer to him. I want to caress the heart, but I'm afraid I crossed the line too much.

 

Babe opened the way for himself. Babe moved his hand to grab the back of my neck. Just pulling gently, I was ready to rush into him like a crazy dog whose collar was removed. I tucked my face into his neck. And maybe because I was a little excited. Babe was pushed back until his hips hit the edge of the sink. He staggered a little but didn't complain. There was only a soft laugh in his throat. He was probably watching me, which made him hold himself.

 

"It's repeated," Babe said softly. He probably meant the bumping hip. With the edge of the sink  just now, "Are you crazy?"

 

"Uh," I just answered. Now I'm too busy to talk to Babe. Therefore, no matter what he says about me, I will accept it. There is nothing to lose anyway. "It's okay to be bruised there. I'm not going to show anyone."

 

"How do you know?"

"I know because I won't show it."

 

"Who do you think you are?" Babe said with fear and laughter. I tilted my neck so that I could tuck it well. One hand supported the edge of the sink, and the other was raised to wrap around my neck rather than cling.

 

"Huh? Who did you order?"

"An ex-boyfriend"

 

Babe laughed until he trembled. I knew he liked it when I said something like this. I usually don't say anything because it's embarrassing. However, since I thought of it today, I tried to discuss it. In conclusion, it didn't make Babe look less different. It's not developed at all.

 

"If you realise you are old, don't be very good at it."

 

Babe raised his hand and crumpled the hair behind me. Before pulling me into the kiss, he didn't give a signal in advance, but I realised that it had to happen. Our kiss was messy. His hands both pecked and crumpled until the hair set into the shape, which was all messed up. If I walked back to the hall in this condition, Dr Chris would lift me. But I chose not to think about it. Because, anyway, I wouldn't be able to leave here soon.

 

The sound of footsteps coming from far away interfered with the auditory nerve, so I had to pull away from the Kiss.  

 

"Ugh... What?" Babe said with a messy expression. He pretended to pull me in and kissed me again, but I obstructed him again. "Eh! This guy..."

 

Before the noisy ex-boyfriend was rampant, I raised my hand to cover his mouth and pulled the other party into the innermost bathroom together. The bathroom looked cramped immediately when two big men crowded inside. We both gasped with shock and excitement. When there was a sound of someone walking into the bathroom behind the door lock for only a few seconds, I accidentally held my breath for several seconds. When I could feel the movement between my legs, while I was still covering his hand over his mouth and locking him against the wall, Babe was still incredibly effective. He used his knees to rub my crotch with my pants. His eyes sparkled happily. As if he didn't care that there were other people outside.

 

"Don't..." I gently warned. However, it didn't work. Babe flicked his face away from my palm. When the mouth was free, he smiled a little and a big smile before the palm took over from the thigh like a shameless face.

 

Babe's touch made me tremble all over. He tucked his face down on my neck, pressed a kiss and bite gently, alternating with dragging his tongue and licking me as if he ate me. One hand was full of sensitive points, which brought me fun. At the same time, I could only stand still while he played with my body at will. In my head, I was afraid that people outside would catch two men rummaging in this brand-new bathroom.

 

After no more than three minutes, the sound of footsteps outside gradually moved away. Before the tranquillity returned, I felt like I was coming back to breathe more easily, but for Babe, it shouldn't feel much different from before. Because now he has almost undressed me.

 

"Can you not mess with my suit?" I complained and gently hit the hand. Of course, I got a big hammer back. But it's a matter that needs to be addressed. Because if you don't lose a little bit, Babe will do as he feels like it (as always is) "It will be wrinkled"

 

"Are you still worried about being handsome at times like this?"

"I don't want to go back out with wrinkled clothes. It's not polite."

 

"Oh... "Papa, gentleman," Babe said mockingly, reaching out and pulling the toilet lid down to close it. Before pushing me to sit on it, he said, "Look, if you do this, you will still be afraid. Is the suit still wrinkled?"

 

After saying that, Babe moved down to sit on my lap. The kissing game that was temporarily suspended came back. Continue without warming up again. The sound of delicate fabrics rubbing against each other, loudly, with the sound of breath and saliva in the mouth. If someone walked into the bathroom now, they would immediately guess that two people were so bored with the activities in the hall that they had to come out to find excitement here.

 

While the body moves according to the irresistible drive, my brain asks many interesting questions: What are we doing? What you do now is the behaviour of people who have already broken up. Last time we kissed, and now we come to ruffle each other like this again? So, when will Babe and I break up? And many more questions that, if I think more deeply, may come to mind.

 

"Ugh... Mama."

 

I let go of the longing touch. The tight body swings on my lap, deceiving me. And it's always been like this, from the first day we met, when each person still didn't know who the other was. The day we called each other lovers was full of mouths. Until the day we spoke, sarcastically, every time we met. This is a journey that I never expected. But the truth is that no one in this world makes me feel like Babe.

 

"It's not loud," I said softly. I begged him most sweetly. It may be called an opportunity. But if it's not now, I'll have a chance to use this tone with Babe again. "If we get caught, help both of us."

 

"Are we having an affair?" Babe laughed.

"Not for me, but for Babe, I don't know."

 

"Hmm... That's right." The person on his lap hummed in his throat. The round hips moved, crushing my legs. He deliberately stimulated anything. It woke up from sleep. It woke up since I smelled his smell. Babe doesn't have to make any effort with these things. He probably doesn't know that for others. I'm no different from the dead. I don't feel attracted, not excited and not alert to sexual stimulation. But when in front of Babe, his breath makes me flail. "Is this called adultery?"

 

I don't know if it's true or just a story Babe made up to provoke me. But just listening to it makes me feel frustrated. I vented that frustration by attacking his neck. In my heart, I want to play hard. Please take it to the end until I dare to meet people. But think about it. Those things are trivial to Babe. Even if I leave an embarrassing mark in the end, the person who should be ashamed is me, not someone who doesn't care about the world like him.

 

Babe seemed to mess with my clothes nonstop. Even though I said no at first, it didn't work. He tore off my tie knot, pulled it until it lost its shape, and pulled it off my neck. My three buttons were removed before Babe grabbed both arms and used the same tie he had just pulled from my neck. He tied my wrist to something on the toilet.

 

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help complaining. I tried to twitch my arms to escape the bondage, but it seemed that the more I pulled the tie, the tighter my wrists were. I didn't realise that Babe had a special ability to tie others like this. "You've played too much."

 

"Where is it too much? It's good to have fun," Babe replied while awkwardly kissing the ridge of my jaw. The hot breath was blowing on my skin. The lips were soft and inviting. The scent on his body still lingers. Everything about Babe was so drunk that I forgot the discomfort in my wrist. "Aren't you excited?"

 

"The excited guy is excited, but I can't do anything like this."

"So what are you going to do? Just being passive is enough."

 

"Where is it enough?"

 

"Well, don't be greedy," the beautiful person said in my ear. That giggle gave me goosebumps. He was like a demon who turned into an angel to lure me. Making an ordinary villager fall in love and willing to give his life for him. And finally cut me off without a fibre. "There is not much time, it's narrow. It's better to let it be your duty here."

 

I didn't like it when Babe called himself 'brother' because it made me feel more like his brother than a lover. Babe often represented himself as if he wanted to find something to disturb me, but he didn't say it with any kindness. But at least it was better than using 'me' and 'you' as he liked to say. 

 

In the past, I asked him to change the pronouns for each other to 'he' and 'she', which at that time, Babe agreed to change (even if I complained a little) because I begged seriously. But I could only do it for one day. I had to ask him to change back to the same. Whenever Babe referred to himself as "him," I laughed and didn't care about the rest of the sentence, which is a significant communication problem.

 

Babe seems to be hungry for kisses. No matter how much it is, it's not enough. He came up to catch his breath for a moment, then kissed again. Repeat over and over again while making a sound of satisfaction in the throat and rubbing my hips and the middle of my body as if to say that I haven't forgotten. But he still won't play with it now, even though I'm suffering from almost going crazy.

 

"I didn't think I would see you here," Babe whispered close to his neck. He bit softly, but I'm sure it will leave a trace on the other face. I hope he doesn't make it too high, as I can use the collar to cover. "But I'm glad to see you. Even if you intend to come to the connection, don't come to me."

 

"Really?" I softly asked, "That says I'm glad to see you... Really?"

"Really?"

 

My heart is pounding even though I know I shouldn't. Just 'Glad to see you' makes me feel like I've fallen in love with him again.

 

"If I don't see you, my day is very boring," Babe laughed softly. Before everything stopped, I started to feel confused when Babe suddenly got up from my lap and began to organise his clothes.

 

"Babe..."

"Thank you for coming to be a fun thing for me"

 

Babe turned to smile at me before setting the pose to open the door to leave. As if suddenly he had lost the need, he stubbornly acted as if he had forgotten that he had tied my hands to the toilet.

 

"Wait... Be!" I shouted at him when Babe opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, as if he intended to leave me like this. "Don't play crazy."

 

"Where do you play? Seriously," the evil ex-boyfriend chuckled happily. The more he saw that I was trying to wriggle the tie off his wrist. The more satisfied he looked. Babe's attitude makes me want to return and slap him hard. Even though he knew he intended to seduce me, I didn't think about being careful. Just follow my own heart. He felt on his side that he would yearn and miss me until he forgot that this was Pitbabe, my ex-boyfriend, who now only wanted to take revenge on me.

 

"I told you that no matter what you do, I will hinder you from everything today. If you want to get a connection, I won't let you talk to anyone else."

 

"Babe!"

 

"Be loud, people will flock to see you. That way, it will be a real trend."

"It's not funny, untie the tie now."

 

"Solve it yourself," Babe made a face. "You have a lot of power. Use it to fix it yourself if it's hard to escape."

 

It's funny to say. I have many senses, but at a time like this, none of them is useful. Just a single tie makes me lose the flat. Even the most useful premonition is ineffective. Or it tried to warn me. However, because of my unconscious passion, I ended up like this.

 

"Sit here first. I'll open it for you after the event."

"Is Babe going crazy?"

 

"Bye-bye, handsome", Babe waved goodbye. Before walking away with a blank face, my head spun as I thought about how to get myself out of this situation. I can't be stupid here. I can't call anyone for help, but I don't even have a hand to reach into my pocket to take out my phone. This is so pitiful. How can I let myself become like this?

"Babe!"

 

There is no other choice.

 

"I agree!"

 

I risked shouting out. Because that's the last option that my stubborn brain can think of now. If the person who heard this sound isn't Babe, I'm screwed. At that time, I might have to find someone with a special sense about erasing memories to help erase the memories of the whole country, because the news that Charlie was tied up in the bathroom of the mall is loud. It has been hot news on social media for a few days.

 

"What do you agree with?"

 

I was both happy and nervous at the same time. When I saw that the person who appeared was Babe, he smiled widely and looked at me with sparkling eyes. His overly fun gestures made me want to go crazy. But now I can't do anything except be his pawn, even if I don't want to.

 

"Untie me, and whatever  you want me to do, I'll do it."

"Really?" Babe narrowed his eyes at me. "Is it fake?"

 

"Unless Babe tells me to die."

"Why would I let you die? What's so fun like that?"

 

"I don't know. In case it helps to be more satisfying."

 

"Keep talking." Babe’s mouth was silent for a moment, and his face looked like he was thinking about something important. I hope this isn't something he wants me to do. I can untie it for you."

 

"Come to solve it"

"But you have to do what I order."

 

"Eh"

"Good answer, kid."

 

"Yes," I replied with annoyance. "What should I do?" Babe didn't answer right away, but the smile on his face now seemed like a dangerous sign.

 

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"Ah... Come back."

 

I'm sitting with Willy, complaining that Pitbabe has been missing for a long time.

For a long time, I thought it would be difficult to drag it to the event. But if you bring it, it's over. Will you believe that the detention has arrived at the event and still has to control its behaviour? I really don't know how old you have to be to wait. This brother will stop giving me a headache for once. Additionally, there is no sign of realisation now. Pitbabe came back to sit and smile, as if I didn't feel knowledgeable.

 

"Where did you go?" I tried to ask with the plainest expression. To avoid the crab mouths from having to gossip. On its own, our team is already well-targeted. Let's create a new story. This time, I probably have nothing to excuse myself with Jeff.

 

"I went to the bathroom," Babe replied with a relaxed expression.

 

"How long is it?"

"Well, it's boring here."

 

"Babe"

 

"Well, I'm back, Alan. What are you going to complain about?" I'm at a loss for words to address the person with the problem. This is really, in addition to saying a kicking mouth, he also called me a playmate. I've just realised that having Charlie by his side is for the sake of society. Since Charlie left, Babe has been a burden to me implicitly. Additionally, he now appears significantly heavier than before. Charlie would raise Babe the way he can manage alone.

 

"Are you wearing a tie?" Suddenly, I felt like there was something on Babe that had changed. I sat staring for several seconds. When I came back, I didn't see that Babe was wearing a tie. He only wore a shirt and overlaid it with a suit. But now he's back with a black tie around his neck, which doesn't make the overall picture look neater at all because it's both loose and messy. It seems more like a mafia after work.

 

"Yes," Babe looked down at his neck before answering with a flat expression. "Why?"

 

"Why do I feel like you didn't have a tie at first?"

"Maybe because you're very old."

"This bastard."

 

"Memory deteriorates with age. What do you think? One day, I will grow old like you."

 

I easily gave up searching for the truth because I was not in the mood to talk to this bastard. The best thing I can do now is to pray for Charlie to come back to take care of Babe again. Until then, I promised to organise a big party for Charlie. Celebrate that I got rid of Nong PitBabe for once.

 

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"I thought you fell into the toilet and died."

 

I said that when the person who had asked to go to the bathroom half an hour ago finally showed his face back, Charlie sat down in the same chair. His face seemed frustrated. But at the same time, it was like falling into life, until I couldn't help but wonder what truth there was to learn in the bathroom during this period.

 

Charlie didn't reply. There was no explanation or excuse. He sat still like he was exhausted. I didn't know what to do next. So I could only look at him with suspicion until my eyes stumbled on something strange.

 

"Where did your tie go?" I asked when I noticed that Charlie's inner collar was open. 

 

"Lost," Charlie replied in a flat voice, refusing to make eye contact with me while talking.

 

"Lost?" I repeated his answer to get him to listen to my own. How reasonable is it? "Is it suddenly floating out of the throat?"

 

"Brother Chris..."

*What are you doing?"

 

Charlie was silent again. He sighed as if he was completely discouraged. Even though I was the one who should be discouraged. I tried to find a way for Charlie to come out to meet society. Will be able to harvest the lines to make it easier for us to work, but this guy doesn't seem to be interested in a relationship with anyone. Plus, he also behaves strangely in a way that is not worthy of himself.

 

And I don't know if it's because of intuition or just it being Charlie. I turned to look at the table on the opposite side of the room where Team X is sitting. My eyes stumbled on the black tie on Babe’s neck. I was very confident that when I first saw him, He was definitely not wearing a tie.

 

"Oops..." When everything was connected, I dragged my eyes back to the boy who was sitting quietly. Charlie seemed to realise that he had been caught. He pretended to look up at the ceiling as if he were watching birds and trees. "Yours, right?"

 

"What...."

 

"Charlie", I pressed my voice low. Staring until the suspect bowed his head and fingered his nails as if he was in submission to the evidence. But it's too embarrassing to admit it directly. "Your tie is gone. How can you do it with Babe?"

 

"That's it..."

 

"Charlie" didn't have time to start scolding seriously. Liu, who was sitting next to me, nudged my arm before handing me her phone. Her face looked like 'Before cursing about that, look at this first.' So, I picked up the phone to look out the window that was left open. And as soon as I saw what it was, I had a question: if I screamed in the middle of a social event once, how big would it be? It bounced up in my head. What Liu gave me was Charlie's account, which was updated five minutes ago.

 

He had posted a message that [I miss my ex so much. I shouldn't have broken up.]

 

I turned to look at Charlie, gasping because I couldn't think of words. I've always believed that Charlie is smart and acidic. This kid can handle everything by himself. Therefore, there is no need for much support. But I forgot to consider one truth: that no one in this world is without weaknesses. Charlie himself. And his weakness is considered a major point. And it's so dangerous that I couldn't believe I had ignored it before.

 

"What the hell are you doing?" This is not a continuation. But it's a question I really want an answer to. What the hell did Charlie do? He said he wouldn't involve Babe at all. Then why did you dare to post about each other so blatantly? Additionally, the repost amount has also increased to tens of thousands. "Have you hit your head?"

 

"It's necessary," Charlie replied with a heavy face, which is right to feel that way. After leaving this hall, there will likely be a lot of things to deal with.

 

"What do you need?"

"It's just necessary."

I sighed because I realised that if a reasonable person like Charlie chooses to answer questions like a headless child, it means that he intends not to tell anything, so even if he throttles, it's useless.

 

"So can I delete it?" I asked calmly, "Or is it okay to come and answer the question?”

 

"You can delete it tomorrow"

 

His clear answer suggests this is an action that has been thought through and comes with clear conditions. People like me may not be able to change anything.

 

"And... It's okay," Charlie said in a soft voice. Before he slowly raised his head, the eyes looking straight ahead didn't tell him where his eyes were.

 

"I'm the same person. I don't think of my ex-boyfriend. I don't think it's strange if asked, I'm just saying that I posted because I miss him. That's all."

 

In the past, Charlie seemed very careful around Babe. He tried to avoid mentioning or doing anything that might be linked to Babe. Which is understandable, but now the card he set will gradually fall. It could be because of the excitement of flirting again. Even in the form of the enemy, Babe himself would feel the same. The fact that he smiled and waved to Charlie like that, even though the intention was clear that he wanted to disturb the nerves. But as an outsider who is watching their relationship, which is not far away, the flowers have bloomed again in that desolate, forbidden area, without the two owners realising it.

 

I can guarantee it with the corners of Charlie's slightly raised mouth now.

 

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The launch of Beyond Group's new department store went smoothly. As for the scheduled activities, they are now over. Now it's part of a face-to-face greeting between partners, involving the exchange of flowers and blessings with latent business meaning. I don't understand why people in the business industry like to do things secretly. Avoid talking outright, such as "When are you going to eat?" Translated as 'I want to help with something,' or 'I don't talk about work today ' to discuss work. A little bit, but it won't take long, even though it's enough to stand and listen. Alan said that my duty is only to smile and greet. As for the conversation, it's his duty, which is a good thing. Because if I don't know what to say. Let children like North, Sonic, and Dean help slap jokes with P’Alan; that would be more suitable.

 

As for Willy, I didn't mention him because his father had pulled him away to pay respect to the adults since then. His expression seemed to be dragged to be slaughtered. But I couldn't help. So I can only wave goodbye and encourage you that 'You must die'.

 

Mr Pete still focuses on Team X as he has always been. He walked in and said hello in an intimate tone. And it is considered the only person with whom I don't feel uncomfortable talking, because we are familiar with each other. What we've been through together is quite shocking. This time, he looks better than before. Even though there are still rays, hmm, cream wrapped around him, it doesn't look as painful as I remember. This group must be doing something right. I want to tease about the heart, but I'm afraid it's not. Then I'll poke the wound to open it up further. So I can only say, 'It looks brighter.' He shrugged his shoulders and answered casually that 'pros prosperous business'. That's all. That's a good thing.

 

P’Alan retreated to pick up the phone again. I don't know what's going on today. I've seen him talking on the phone three or four times. The attitude looks serious like that. If it's not a matter that, it's not. That's just about Jeff. I haven't said that today, I haven't asked why Jeff didn't come. Normally, that two-headed bird often goes to stay with Charlie's side of the team. Then switch back to the team—some, like those without a source. Ask if you understand. It's enough to know that the other side is a brother and the other side is a lover. But every time I see his face. I'm compelled to discuss business. Chris seems to have contributed greatly to dragging this arm to Charles, as for that boy.

 

"Babe."

 

I was startled when I was called while I was standing. I turned around and found that it was Alan who seemed to have just hung up. But what surprised me was his facial expression. Worry is clearly shown in both the eyes, wrinkled eyebrows and uncontrollably trembling lips that make my hair flutter uncontrollably.

 

"What... What's wrong?" I asked in shock.

 

"Jeff... "

 

When Alan said that, the rest of the voice was swallowed back into my throat, and my heart was pounding even though I didn't know exactly what was going on. However, that attitude has no way of interpreting it as a definite good thing. And because of hearing Jeff's name, my brain ordered me to turn to Charlie automatically.

 

Charlie turned to meet my eyes, as if he knew something was going on, and after only a second, X Hunter and Charlie ran out.

 

The hall went together amid the confusion of the guests who attended the event.

 

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I'm at a loss for words. All the way from the mall to the hospital, I'm like a deaf person. I know that Babe is saying something to me. But I can't understand a word. My hands are shaking. No, my whole body is shaking until I'm as good at doing things as breathing, such as driving. It makes it necessary to leave the car at the mall and take a vehicle with Babe instead on the way. I prayed to God. One is to ask Jeff about safety, and the other is to tell Babe to drive me to the hospital as soon as possible, but sometimes the second is unnecessary.

 

My car and Babe arrived first. Of course, he controlled his mind and speed well, worthy of being the best racer in the country. At the same time, I couldn't control anything. The second car that followed, only a few minutes behind, was Charlie. He looked equally shocked. But still looked much better than me. That child walked in, hugged me and whispered that Jeff is okay. "At that moment, I felt like I was a child again.

 

In the past, I thought I was the one who taught him many things. I gave him the best opportunity to support and rely on. Because he is a child born ten years after one of my younger brothers and me, I have to take care of him as best I can. But today it turns out that I have to rely on him. Receive comfort from someone I used to see as just a teenager, who, despite his accomplishments, is still vulnerable in life. At least weaker than an old man like me.

 

Everyone came together. Now the only thing missing is Jeff, who is still in the emergency room. No one knows what's going on inside. I received a call from the rescue team, and I only knew that Jeff had an accident from the testimony of the eyewitness, who was in a car that drove behind him for many kilometres. He said Jeff's car was shaking back and forth for a long time before it crashed down the side of the road. 

The police and rescue team, therefore, concluded that it was caused by falling asleep. Jeff did not fall asleep. There must be another possible explanation. The only person to confirm this is him. No matter how many times I look up, the digital clock in front of the emergency room will increase by a minute. I felt like I was almost crazy. In my head, I repeatedly think that.

 

I waved my hand to chase North Sonic and Dean, who were trying to comfort me. Now nothing can calm my mind except the doctor's confirmation that Jeff is safe. I want to be calmer too. I want to be like Charlie, who looks calm as if he is not scared at all. He is sitting on a couch in front of the emergency room on the opposite side.

 

With me, Babe is sitting next to me all the time. They sit quietly holding hands. No one raises the status to talk. It's like whether it's an ex-boyfriend or a current boyfriend, it doesn't matter anymore. They just realise that one party is weak. Therefore, the other party must provide support. The image of those two people echoes something in my heart. I can't help but think that the person who broke up with me is still taking better care of my boyfriend than I am.

 

Even though I thought I had tried my best, it wasn't enough. It seems that the Lord has finally heard my prayer. After about an hour, the doctor walked out of the emergency room with a languid attitude and said, 'The patient lost a lot of blood. But now he's out of danger.' Just one sentence can miraculously lift a whole mountain out of my chest. The body is light and dizzy. And suddenly, the shins of the legs are weak like that. Everyone was shocked when I came down and sat on the floor. Probably thought I fainted and folded. So I had to wave my hand quickly and said, "It's okay. Just relieved."

 

Jeff was transferred to a private room to recuperate after being out of danger. Everyone still insisted on settling down until Jeff recovered. Even North Sonic and Dean said they didn't want Jeff to open his eyes and see a few people watching him. However, Jeff didn't care about that kind of thing anyway. But when those kids said they wanted to wait, I had no reason to forbid. And after taking turns sitting and sleeping for almost five hours, the injured person finally opened his eyes and woke up in a daze.

 

When Jeff opened his eyes to look at my face, my body suddenly seemed to warm up again after having been cold for hours. While Jeff was sleeping, I had time to think about many nonsense. It would be called distracted, but I chased the story across multiple topics and intended to share all of it with Jeff when he woke up. But when it was time, Jeff really woke up. I couldn't say anything. I could only smile at him and gently rub his head with relief. Pour water to drink. Adjust the bed so he can get up and sit comfortably—the face of talking to him implicitly.

 

"Do you remember what happened?" Charlie asked his brother after Jeff started to come back. He was fully conscious. His posture remained calm, as always. I don't understand how Charlie managed to do that. Jeff nodded slowly. This person is no different. Even though he just went through a near-death incident.

 

"It.... I'm confused," Jeff replied in a hoarse voice. "It's like I'm not sure if this is the present or the future. It's like when I've been running backwards many times. Then, when I tried to regain my mind, I tried to distinguish it, and I had a lot of pain. I realised again that I had already fainted."

 

Jeff's answer was like a hot iron that was on me. Even though I knew he had had that symptom for a while. But when Jeff said it was okay, I stopped thinking about asking for ransom. I just thought he looked normal. When he said it was OK, I believed him. Even if it were Charlie, that child would never ignore it as I do. And he would never let Jeff drive out alone as I did.

 

What exactly am I doing?

 

"I can't do it anymore." Charlie shook his head. He said in a serious tone, as if he were about to decide on something very important, or... I've already decided. "Bring it to me"

 

"What does he mean?" Jeff asked, confused, about his brother's vague words.

 

"Sense," Charlie replied firmly. But his answer made the whole room silent as if there were no more living things left in the room. "Give your Sense to me."

 

"Huh... No"

"Are you going crazy?"

 

Jeff and Babe spoke almost simultaneously. Jeff refused. As for Babe, he shouted. Both voices collided with Charlie in the middle. The incident is now so uncomfortable that it's almost suffocating. However, I'm unsure how to assist. In his head, it's empty. Even I'm empty. Become an invisible human that doesn't matter. I can't help anyone.

 

"Where did you say you wouldn't accept more?"

 

"Babe..." Charlie said. I know how burdensome he is now. If you switch to me there instead, I still don't know if I can be as conscious as he is now. "I beg you."

 

"What do you ask for?" Babe said in a stiff voice. Nor, who saw that he had a bad posture, tried to hold his brother's shoulder to calm down. But Babe is not something that anyone can do. As far as I can see, only Charlie has done it and made it work. But Charlie's size still can't handle it every time. Therefore, outsiders like us can stop hoping. "If you can't, you can't. I know I'm worried. But when you see someone in trouble, will you take the burden to carry all by yourself? The brain can only think of this. Really?"

 

"But this is Jeff, Babe, this is my brother."

 

"I know you, but can't you help him  any other way?" Babe seems not to give up easily. His face is red. Angry, while no one else dares to say even a word. "Sorry, Jeff, I'm not saying that I don't care about you. You're my brother, too. But I can't allow Charlie to do this."

 

"I understand, I..."

 

"So what right does Babe have to refuse?" Charlie interjected before Jeff finished his sentence. He stared at Babe without fear. This is the first time I've seen Charlie like this. I know he's not a child. There is no mouth, no voice. He has his own ideas and dares to act on them. However, I don't think he will look at Babe with cold eyes and use that tone of voice with Babe either. "This is my body. I can do anything."

 

"Yes, you can do anything with your body," said Babe with gritted teeth. If he didn't tell him, he knew how much he had to try to suppress his emotions to support this conversation to the conclusion.

 

"But if you do it to the extent that you risk your life, I think I have the right to object."

 

"No, Babe has no right."

"Charlie!"

 

"I'm going to die, it's my business. Babe doesn't have the right to order!" Babe went to Charlie, angry, until he lost his mind. He raised his fist to throw it in Charlie's face. But fortunately, Sonic and Dean were able to gather themselves first. I rushed to block the middle between Babe and Charlie because I was afraid of really clashing, while Charlie didn't look shocked at all.

 

"Back off to Alan," Charlie said in a smooth voice. "Sonic Dean, let him go."

 

"Charlie..." North went to see Charlie, who no longer resembles the Charlie they know. So "Calm down, you know how he is."

 

"It's because I knew, so I told you to let go." Charlie stared at Babe, as if to say anything. He refused to give up. Now I'm starting to understand Babe a little bit, why. In the past, he was so obedient to Charlie. "I like it so much. If you like it, if you like it a lot, punch me. Give it enough to stop being crazy."

 

I thought Charlie's words would make Babe even angrier. But in fact, it was the opposite. Babe was silent. He stared at Charlie's face for a moment before shaking himself out of Sonic and Dean's grip. Then walked out of the room without saying a word.

 

When Babe left, the room fell silent again. Charlie raised his hand to cover his face, as if he were both frustrated and regretting what had happened. But he couldn't do anything. I knew he wanted to run after Babe now. And I understood why he couldn't do what he wanted.

 

"Can everyone go out first?" Jeff spoke up after sitting quietly.

 

"I have something to talk to Charlie."

 

North Sonic and Dean nodded and walked out without saying a word, as I understood the situation well.

 

"P’Alan"

 

Jeff looked at my face. His face seemed to be saying that I should go out too. It was things that I understood. But at the same time, I don't understand. I will participate in this decision. I should recognise the situation my boyfriend is facing and decide what to do next. But Jeff acts like I shouldn't be here. I can't help him. And it also makes him hurt. Good, but find something for him to suffer again and again. Being a fan who can't only protect him, but also makes it more difficult.

 

Because I'm not as special as he is, right? That's why I'm unable to help at all. Ordinary, worthless and burdensome. This is what I mean in our relationship.