PitBabe series2

After leaving the patient's room, the children were asked to return first. When they saw that Jeff was safe, everyone looked more comfortable. The more they saw the boy get up and sit down to talk (and also send everyone out to talk about important things with his brother again). The anxiety was even less. Seeing a small one like that, Jeff must be tougher than we thought.

 

But that's it. I still worry that everyone is trying to hide under that comfort. After the emotional clash between Charlie and Beb just now, it would be difficult to think there is nothing to worry about if you let go of yourself. If there were nothing to be, Charlie would not be so hot that even Babe can't take it like that. I'm thrilled that Jeff is safe. The ultimate fear clinging to the heart for many hours had come out happily. Seeing him open his eyes, get up, look at my face and speak as usual is a great blessing. Because for me, nothing is more important than that. Everything I have, everything I create and own, even if I have to break or fall, I can recreate or find a replacement without difficulty. But Jeff is not like those. He is the only treasure I can spend. It can never be replaced.

 

Because of that, I'm indeed serious. The fact that I'm too cheap to maintain this critical thing. No matter how many times a problem arises, Jeff would handle it himself if it weren't for Charlie's help. As for me, I can only look at him from the outside, applaud him, and admire him. And thank you for being good enough to manage it. Because if you wait and rely on someone like me, it will all be gone by now.

 

I strolled along the first-floor corridor balcony. The sky was dark. The lights in the garden began to illuminate their function. Patients and relatives in the inpatient ward were scattered around the beds and rooms. Almost no one came out to walk around. Only nurses still walked around with their legs as if they had been doing so all day. When I looked outside, I saw a lush ornamental garden. There is a forest of white margaret flowers and yellow needles. Now it seems a little lonely. But I'm sure that the sun must be beautiful when it needs to be. During the day, some people will go out to sit and relax. But unfortunately, no one wants to admire them when they're not very bright. Or, if you look at it from another angle, those flowers are more relieved than not being stared at when they don't shine as they should.

 

It's like someone sitting there.

 

A young man was sitting on a long bench in the middle of the garden. The dark orange light from the low-light pole bathed him. Looking from here, he seemed no different from the flowers prepared for bed. The big man can sit and travel like that, not just because the sun goes down.

 

I sat down quietly next to Babe. He didn't even look up at me. But I was sure he already knew who would approach him now. We sat next to each other without dialogue. Sitting, listening to the sound of the car from the street outside, sparrows shouting at each other on the big tree by the hospital fence. And the sound in my head is screaming in the quietest.

 

"Not a point?"

After about ten minutes, that was the first sentence out of my mouth. I caught a glimpse of a cigarette in his hand. It was still brand new. There was no trace of being lit. He just used his index and middle fingers to pinch it like that, as if he were afraid of his fingers being lonely.

 

"There is no fire," Babe replied in a smooth voice, moving to lean back against a rigid iron backrest.

 

It's cold now because I've been taking a long shower.

 

"It's okay."

 

Even at times like this, Babe can still annoy me. It will be his exceptional talent. There are not many people who are sad but can still make people around me lose their heads.

 

"I thought you were going to smoke sarcasm because of Charlie again."

 

"What's the point of being ironic now? It doesn't see it at all," said Babe, sobbing. His eyes looked far away. What Babe sees now wouldn't be just a tree or a small road in the hospital. But it could be his own house, Charlie's new house, a racetrack, or the future he expected it to happen in. But at the same time, I know it's more than it may not exist. " he doesn't even think to come out with me."

 

"Don't tell me that I'm walking around here, I hope he will follow?"

"It's a little bit."

 

I laughed because of Babe's sincere answer. Until now, I'm still unsure how to define a person like Babe. Sometimes he looks stubborn. I like to say the opposite of how I feel. While sometimes hundreds of names are straight, like an innocent child. Or it may depend on the situation. Humans in general would be like that. Some days we may be honest. Some days, we are shepherds. Some days may be very kind. Some days he is mean. Some days, I can smile and accept every problem. While some, I grin and bear them. 

 

The cuff around the sleeve is wet from crying. The basic personality may be sufficient to help predict human responses. But sometimes an important factor may be the world's behaviour towards us. And today, my world with Babe doesn't seem to be very kind to us.

 

"He spoke to me so hard. He must have followed me from the beginning if it's normal." Babe turned to look at my face. Frowning, raised his mouth as if he wanted to bend it to the fullest. But I'm still trying to hold back my emotions, because I know I'm not Charlie, who can handle him in this mode. "Do you think it's not a little mean?"

 

"People have said that much. Do you still hope for him to be angry again?"

 

"There has never been a time when Charlie didn't hold back," the child exhaled irritably. But the next second, he seemed to realise that he was shouting at the wall. Babe's voice then spread out in the next sentence: "It means before we broke up."

 

"But now that you're up, don't you have to decide?"

"I know, but I'm frustrated anyway. I'm angry with him."

 

"Understand," I said, my voice sounding strained as I looked straight ahead. Suddenly, looking at Babe's face had become difficult and unexplained.

 

"When Chris told Jeff to try the medicine, that's how I felt."

 

"I don't want you to think that I hate Jeff. I'm worried about him, too. I want you to have a way to help him, but like this..."

 

"I understand." I reached out and put it on my close brother's knee to communicate. I touched him to understand that he doesn't need to explain much to me. I know his feelings before he understands himself again. "I understand you... It's okay."

 

"It is... Charlie," a heavy feeling on both sides of Babe's shoulders. He seemed to be sinking into an endless, dark pool, trying to survive, but was almost exhausted. I also hoped to be a rope, a life jacket, or a buoy for my brother. But let's go. Now I can't survive alone. "It's not a person, it's Charlie."

 

Something that I used to think was great. I never realised how far away I was looking at it from a point of view. Until one day, I had the opportunity to walk close to it. It was so close. My legs returned. Shaking the pull because no matter how much I try to look up, I can't see its peak.

 

"Even if we break up, even if I hate him or he hates me, he forgets me; he loves others. After all, Charlie is Charlie. He will never change. Until the day I die, when Charlie dies, there is no one left on earth. It will still be the same."

 

That's the meaning of Charlie's existence. In the world of Babe

"Does that mean you will never forget it?"

 

I know it's a stupid question. But who has never asked a question they already know the answer to?

 

"It's too late." It's a clever answer. He doesn't need to explain more than a mess.

 

This, just the word 'late', makes me understand everything. I can't help but wonder if people like me will ever experience love like that. I love Jeff very much. That's the truth that I'm always sure of. However, there may not be a day when I can devote myself entirely to protecting him. It's not that I don't want to lose. I give up everything for him. But what is that? The person who can give up something for others must be the one who 'has', right? So what do I have? What I'm sure I can give to Jeff. Even if it's the most important thing in my life, if Jeff doesn't want it, what's the use of it?

 

Charlie could still die so that Jeff could survive, but if it were me, even death would be worthless. With anyone? Even my life, which is the most valuable, is not useful enough.

 

I can even help the person I love in the current situation, if compared to the love between Babe and Charlie. That kind of love would be beyond dreams.

 

I go for them even if there are many problems between them. But in my eyes, they are both iron pendulums that can destroy. Even if they often find themselves in trouble, they remain strong in their feelings. As for Jeff and me, even though they look smooth and stable, they are actually fragile, no different from a cheap glass of water.

 

"I'm so jealous of you and Charlie." I accidentally said what was on my mind without knowing it. Until Babe's face made me feel myself, but I couldn't fix anything in time.

 

"Jealous of the story?" Babe asked as if he didn't understand that there was anything to envy about his relationship, which made me even more jealous of him. "Hit each other every day like this... Jealous?"

 

"I'm not jealous of fighting, but I feel so good that you and Charlie are standing in the same spot.”

"What does it mean?"

"You guys are the same, Babe. I'm not talking about character. But you guys are special people too." It's not Babe's fault that he was born with a special condition. But I hate to talk about it because it reinforces how ordinary I am. "You found something similar to each other. Stand at the same point. At least when one has a problem, the other has enough strength to help."

 

Babe didn't reply. He seemed to understand what I said, and I thought he understood it because his eyes were looking at me with embarrassment. I didn't mean to make him feel that way. Believe me, but I'm a human being. On some days or times, I want to be just Alan, not anyone's brother.

 

"To be honest, I used to think I could use it. I can do what I love, have a job and money, and help take care of my children without difficulty. When Jeff came in, I thought my life was perfect. I had a good family and a good boyfriend. What else would my life want? I think like that." I just laughed and sacrificed my pity. It may be embarrassing to sit and act like a loser in front of your brother like this. But for me, nothing is more uncomfortable than being a useless boyfriend.

 

"But as it goes on, the more I see how special Jeff is, the more I feel I'm so cheap. I try to understand him, even though sometimes I don't understand anything. I know that he was not that special. But sometimes I can't think it's that bad? Is it worse than being a person like me?"

 

"I know it may be difficult for you to understand, but you believe me, being born as an Ordinary person is the best.”

 

"You all say the same thing, Charlie and Jeff," I replied. While in my head, I processed images and sounds of special people who have always tried to fill my ears with the excellence of being ordinary. "But do you know how I feel when you say this?"

 

I let out a long sigh. This is the most embarrassing adjustment I've ever made. Because it's the first time I feel like I'm standing on a different side with Babe. He never fully understands my feelings. And I can't understand him the way he wants me to.

 

"I feel like I'm a poor person until I make a living, living a daily life. As for you, you're rich and have leftovers. I dream of being like you. I want to be like you, but you keep saying your life isn't as good as I think it is. Being born as a poor person is better than anything else."

 

I don't like Babe's eyes right now. He's looking at me with a guilty feeling. And I don't like myself for sitting and chatting like a person with a sphincter. Even though I know these words must make you feel bad. I'm terrible.

 

"I know that rich people are also stressed. Rich people are not always happy. You may have to think until your head is about to explode. What will you do with your money to avoid losing it? But Tha.. I don't even have the right to think about the next meal. Everyone is suffering. Yes, no one suffers. But the suffering is heavy."

 

Suddenly, the surrounding sound, which had been like background music, turned off. I couldn't hear anything. Again, in addition to my pain.

 

"Sometimes I think I want to suffer like you. If people can exchange suffering now, I would exchange with one of you. I want to suffer because I have to try to help the people I love. Not suffering because I can only stand and watch like this."

 

Babe didn't say a word. He stared at my face, still, before slowly moving in and hugging me. It's different from the hugs that I've experienced from him regularly. It's not a greeting hug, not a hug because I want to beg you. Or because you want to stir me to scold me. It's been a long time since I felt the need to hug myself because I wanted to hug someone else. It's like he's helping me carry the weight of the luggage that I've been carrying alone for a long time. Even though he doesn't understand why I'm holding these nonsense things. But because I refuse to let go, he inevitably has to come down to help again.

 

"I'm sorry," Babe said in a low voice. He apologised, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. The problem is that I feel like I can't do anything. Then take my frustration out on him.

 

"It's not your fault."

"It's not your fault either."

 

I want to believe his words, but I'm unable to do so now.

 

You can believe that.

 

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After the long conversation between Jeff and me ended, I was unsure how the outcome of this negotiation made me feel. It seemed like a relief, but only for a while. It's hard because it's not an easy decision for Jeff and me. But what can we do? Our lives are not destined to be easy or comfortable. That should be the first thing we should accept.

 

Jeff still has to recover for at least three or four days. I want to stay to watch him for a night, but that boy insisted this duty belonged to Alan. When we finished talking, Jeff ordered me to call Alan, and when his boyfriend arrived, he immediately kicked me out. I'm surprised that the sibling relationship is so weak.

 

I walked to the parking lot. While answering Dr Chris's message, both he, Liu and Touch wanted to see Jeff since he hadn't come out of the emergency room. But I forbade it because there were enough people here. And when the sick people recovered, Jeff told me, 'Please tell the people in the lab that you don't have to flock to come yet. They died.' Dr Chris is a long essay about my low human relationship with my brother, even though we don't want to be chaotic for no reason.

 

I stopped walking when I remembered to park my car. I remember that my vehicle and Babe were parked next to each other. And in my expectation, I thought that Babe's car would not be there when I came out. But the image I see now is quite clear: no matter what you expect, God will never give it easily.

 

I stopped and stood next to his car. On the driver's side, staring at the famous racer who took the luxury car convertible and fell asleep at this time. Even though it should have been driving home since I spat out those bad words at him, I think Babe will be angry until he returns. But how did he come back to lie in the car as if waiting for me?

 

"Babe," I called him softly, but the sleeping person showed no sign of responding. He's not just resting his eyes. But sleeping seriously, "Babe," I called again. This time, I stretched out my hand to shake him, too. Fortunately, after just a gentle shake, the person woke up immediately. Otherwise, I might have to take him back to see the doctor again.

 

"What are you sleeping here?" I asked. The person who had just woken up still looked as though he was having a moment of forgetfulness. Babe was still looking at my face in a daze with sleepy cat eyes. It seemed that he would forget for a moment that we had just quarrelled. He acted as if he wanted to beg me, like every time he liked to wake up. But for a split second, he realised that that behaviour had become forbidden for a long time. "Why don't you go back to sleep well?"

 

"Well, people are sleepy," Babe replied in a stiff voice. While looking the other way, it seemed to feel embarrassed. A small thing that almost accidentally acted like we were still dating, with a habit. At first glance, I wondered if he was dreaming of me or not. However, that's not something to ask at this time. So I'll let the dream be his personal space. "Do you want to drive while sleepy?"

 

"If that's the case, that's good," I replied. "I thought that Babe was waiting for me."

 

"Why are you waiting... Waiting for you to scold me again?"

"I didn't curse at all."

 

"Oh! Did I misunderstand?" I know that in his feelings, it's not at all funny. However, both the tone and the most sarcastic expression made me accidentally laugh out loud because when Babe behaved like this, it was so cute. Until I felt like laughing every time he tried to be sarcastic to me. "Then I apologise. It's my fault for thinking that you scolded me in front of others. If you know that you didn't scold me, you wouldn't have to sit down and feel bad like this." Ah... No, this is not the time to see that he is a little cute.

 

"Babe... I'm sorry." I tried to make eye contact with him, but Babe kept turning his head away. "At that time, I was very stressed about Jeff, so I couldn't think about it. I shouldn't have said that to Babe in front of others. I'm sorry."

 

Suddenly, it's like we went back to the same place again. Even though we broke up for a while, neither of us seems to be used to the new status. Each of us has to remind ourselves constantly that we can do the same thing again. But now I'm standing in the same place, apologising to him. Staring at a familiar, beautiful face and waiting for him to forgive, even though I know that  Babe will forgive. Anyway, there is no way to have the same ending. We will not sit in the same car, go home to the same house and sleep in the same bed as before.

 

"In the future, I will be more careful." I leaned down, supported my arm against the edge of the car door, and bravely reached out and held his hand. I was surprised that Babe didn't flick his hand away. He agreed to sit still and let me hold his hand. But still refused to look at me anyway. "Or does Babe want to scold me? I'll call everyone."

 

"Don't be crazy, Charlie," Babe muttered. "What are you doing?"

"How will he be cured?  Babe asked. 

 

“I will get it. I know how it feels."

"And if you don't get hit by yourself, don't you know?"

 

"I know, but I'm afraid that just apologising won't be enough." I spread my thumb with the back of his hand. Almost accidentally came up and kissed many times. However, it's still beneficial to consciously refrain from doing so. "I think Babe is in front of others. But when I apologise, I secretly apologise to two people like this. Isn't it unfair?"

 

Babe was silent for a moment before sighing for a long time.

 

"Fear it"

"Hee?"

 

"Then it," he replied in a stiff voice. And finally, Babe turned to make eye contact with me.

 

"I've scolded you a lot in front of others."

 

I laughed and admitted I hadn't thought about it at first. But when Babe spoke up, I realised that if I really had to count, I had been railed at by Babe in front of others countless times, especially in the early stages of the relationship. If those people were used to deducting my debts and mistakes, after two more lives, I would have used the quota, not to apologise.

 

"It's still good to remember."

 

"I accept it, but I don't allow it to be funny."

"Babe has no right to stop me."

 

"Hey! Say that again!"

 

"I'm telling the truth, Babe." I pressed my voice low while staring at his eyes seriously. "I apologise for being angry with Babe and saying bad things in front of others. But what I said, I really think so, not just because we broke up. Even if we're still dating, Babe doesn't have the right to tell me what I have to do."

 

"I didn't tell you what to do. I told you not to do anything."

"Babe"

 

"It's true."

"Babe can't stop me"

 

"Charlie, I know you don't like this kind of thing. However, I no longer speak to you for a reason. I said it with pure feelings." For the first time, Babe replied with the same energy. He was serious and firm in his own words. He looked at my face. Staring so deeply that it was almost possible to see the soul hidden inside. Conveying the feelings most deeply and clearly that I can't refuse anymore. "I can order it. But if you want me to stand by and watch you take your body. Take your own life to risk that. Can't do it. Can you understand me, Charlie?"

 

I've always understood him. Even now, I know him well.

 

"How hard do I have to be not to feel anything when you do something crazy like this...How mature do you expect me to be?"

"Babe, I know Babe is worried, but….

 

"Are you worried?" Babe's mood seems to erupt again. Eyebrows furrowed even though we are still holding hands. "It's not a worry, Charlie. Do you understand the word fear? You know better than anyone what I'm most afraid of in this life. But you still do. Why are you like this? Don't you care about my feelings?"

 

If you think back to all my past heroic deeds, it's not strange if Babe asks. That way, I had a headache at an unforgivable stage. But Babe still forgave me again and again, breaking the quota. 'Idiot' gave me the size of a Chanta gift bag that was never full. I knew he would regret it. But I still did. I drank his eye water instead of clean water from the filter. Scraping the blood, rubbing his flesh and eating until he was full throughout the three years in each other's lives. No matter which angle you look at it from, it's clear that I didn't even care about his feelings.

 

It's even half true if I can choose. I want to change some of my feelings toward him. Or if it's not too capable, it's better to cut it off. That way, everything will be easier from the start. I'll protect him like a hired bodyguard. Not a loyal dog, even if you make a mistake, it's not as painful. Don't have to live with the fear that one day you will lose him, just like it is now.

 

"What does this quiet mean?" Babe snatched his voice and asked. I understand his frustration. Talking to hollow brains is not very pleasant. "What do you mean, you won't listen to me?"

 

The answer is 'yes', but I'm unsure how to phrase it so that he doesn't get angry.

 

"Sometimes I really don't understand you, Charlie." Suddenly, Babe's voice fell like he was too tired of trying to understand a closed book like me. "I feel that you love me very much. But in some places, it's like you don't love me at all." A good lover will never create questions like this in the mind of the person he loves.

 

"What exactly is it like?"

This is the clearest and most authentic answer to why we should break up.

 

"I think Babe already knows."

 

"Stop answering like this, Charlie." Babe flicked his hand away. Don't let me touch his hand anymore. "Stop thinking that I have to know. Must understand everything. I don't understand. I'm not as smart as you."

 

"It doesn't matter whether you're smart or not."

"So it's probably you who never really wants me to understand."

 

I can't deny it right away because even I'm not sure of the answer by common sense, no matter who wants to understand each other. No one likes to be misunderstood. No one likes to retell the same story over and over again only to find out it's useless. But in my case with Babe, I'm not sure what I want. Some places may be right, as Babe said. Deep down, I don't want him to understand. But just want him to believe me unconditionally.

 

I don't want it to be like that. I hope it's not true.

 

"I'm sorry for not doing what Babe asked." I tried to send Babe a look, as if I hadn't said anything nice to him before. "But I've seen that if you don't hurry to take Sense out, Jeff will have a worse condition. It will definitely affect his life. "If Sense can't be with Jeff, can it be with you?"

 

"Very much, only until I find a way to destroy it."

"What if I can't do it?"

 

"It must be"

 

"There is nothing one hundred per cent in this world," Babe said in a deep voice like a mafia boss using awe to intimidate the enemy to surrender. "You are the one who said it. Especially these things. No one can confirm that it will definitely succeed."

 

"I can confirm"

"Don't be so stubborn, Charlie."

 

"I've been with it since the beginning. I know what I'm doing."

 

"So let's say that there won't be a chance, even 0,000001 per cent that you will be wrong."

This is a situation that I didn't think would happen. Suddenly, I feel like the person in front of me who is arguing with me right now is not Babe.

 

*And ask for reliable evidence why you are not wrong. Because just your words don't have that much credit."

 

I feel like I'm talking to myself.

 

"Why are you silent? I'm talking in the same language as you." The two of us are really weird.

 

Sometimes it's like I love you so much. Sometimes I don't love at all. Sometimes it's as if we're speaking the same language. Sometimes it's like living in different universes. Sometimes I understand why I love him. Sometimes I don't understand at all. The level of love and understanding should be a spectrum. There is continuity, like the rainbow's colour. But my passion for Babe is two-sided. Neither white nor black, not low nor high, not left or right. No sky is the abyss. This may be the reason why we can't meet in the middle for once.

 

"I just know I can do it," I replied in a flat voice. While Babe tried to speak my language, I answered in a language that was hundreds of times worse than Babe's normal language.

 

"It may not be today or tomorrow, but it will definitely be possible because I will not stop until it is possible."

 

"And by the time that day, how will you be?" Babe continued to ask. He chased it relentlessly. If I were to compare the image between him and me now, it wouldn't be a debate program; it would be an interrogation room.

 

"If it's not today, but two years, three years, four years, until then, will you still be stubborn?"

 

"I know that Jeff's Sense has a stronger effect than other Senses. But, Babe, don't forget that it will take more than 20 years before it becomes a serious symptom. As much as Jeff's age, I have to do it first."

 

"So, is there anything to confirm that the symptoms when you are with Jeff will be the same as when you are with you?" Babe still doesn't seem to give up easily. In addition, the darkness and silence of Wang Weng Hospital at night still seem to be the heart of this logic war, allowing it to continue endlessly.

"There is only one sense in Jeff, but how many do you have? As far as I know, it's not a lot. There are still things that I don't know. And with Jeff, it took more than 20 years for symptoms to appear. But with you, it may be twenty days.

 

Okay, what do you bring to make sure it will be okay?" My defeat will have arrived. In the past, if we fought for hundreds of reasons, the victory would fall on me. Yes, Babe is an unreasonable person. He himself has a reasonable way of thinking and argument in his own way. It's just that it's usually based more on feelings. This makes it easy for me to find loopholes to fight. But this time, he took my weapon to attack me quickly and cleverly. Realise that the arrogant warrior fell off the horse.

 

"If Jeff is still like this, I won't be able to concentrate on work." Finally, there is only this that I can use as an excuse. But if it's called an excuse, it may not be lost in one place. It's a real concern that really affects my mind and brain. It's just that it may not have enough weight to fight Babe's reason. "I understand what Babe said. But I can't stand to see you like this. I'm really sorry."

 

Babe just laughed as he had run out of words. If that's the case, it would be a relief for me. Because if Babe hasn't given up, I can only be crazy.

 

"But you can bear to see me like this, right?"

"Babe..."

 

"No matter what I say, you will never change your mind, right?" I already have an answer in my mind. But Babe's angry face, including his eyes, looking at me now, makes me think of something crazy.

 

"I may change my mind."

 

"Really?" Babe squinted his eyes as if he couldn't believe it. "I don't listen to what I say. Suddenly, come to say that you might change your mind?"

 

"Can you kiss me, Babe?"

 

Babe gasped. He was still, as if his whole body was frozen. Only the eyelids flickered with confusion because of my helpless request. I know that doing this is like I've lost my mind. But what can I do? It's never a bad idea to take risks. In the eyes of Babe, I'm a crazy bastard for a long time. I can't look worse than this.

 

"You must have a problem with your brain." That's the first sentence. Babe said after regaining consciousness.

"Isn't it weird? We just kissed today?"

 

"Well, then and now, the situation is very similar," Babe said sarcastically. He looked at me like a dog that had just played with the mud to the fullest and tried to jump on me. As someone who is not fond of cute creatures like children and pets, he would have everyone remember his expression.

 

"Are you so stressed that your brain has gone back?"

"Does that mean you can't?" I asked in front of the name.

 

"I haven't answered yet."

"So does that mean it's possible?"

 

"Are you a bot?"

"Can you do it?"

 

I tilted my neck to look at both armrests and the edge of his car door. While staring with hope, I don't know what he will look at me in Babe's eyes now. But in my intention, I want to be a cute little dog that, even if I'm a person who doesn't love four-legged pets that much, would melt my heart and make me want to hug. It may be a little late, but now I'm begging my ex-boyfriend.

 

"I want to be secretly photographed on social media. Wake up tomorrow to be the number one trend."

 

"You don't have to wait until tomorrow," I replied with a laugh. It seems that Babe has forgotten what he did during the day. And many hours ago, he didn't survey the online world, where I have now become a 'super handsome and love' by him, his favourite ex-boyfriend. "But saying this means it's okay?"

 

"Do you usually have this much style?"

 

Don't let my favourite ex-boyfriend get a little more. I leaned down to the person sitting in the driver's seat. Before kissing tightly from the first moment, the touch is soft, just like I imagined in my head. But when I tasted it, it felt a hundred times better. I sent one hand to support the side of Babe's cheek. Babe raised his hand to hold my neck and tilted his face to find a degree that would make this kiss deeper. 

 

The strange gentleness we are exchanging is completely different from that of daytime. This kiss is not as hot and as hired. But it's a taste like we are both taking hands back to yesterday, where each person is not clear in their feelings; excitement, hesitation, and fear are still in every breath. It feels like a headache and is far from comfortable. But there is no denying that it's a new memory.

 

"Uh..."

 

If Babe starts to hum softly in his throat, that translates to he is satisfied. And as a person who has kissed Babe at least ten thousand times, I confirm that this kind of sound does not happen easily. When we first slept together, I had never experienced anything like this, but over time, my skills have developed to the point where he likes me. I will receive compliments as faint as this voice. If I have to show off the statistics from the last two years of our relationship, I succeeded 100% of the time, or that is, there was not a single instance where I missed.

 

"Umm..." The voice in my throat sounded again when I kissed. Looking at the eyes, Babe would want to ask for a little more time. Which, I'm no different. But if we're more stubborn than this, I'm afraid it will bloom too much from what I planned. "How?"

 

"Huh?"

"Summary, have you changed your mind?"

 

Babe looked at me with full expectations.

"No, sir."

 

And I have to disappoint him.

 

"Oh!" Babe yelled, his face was beautiful, pointing at my face, blaming me, "tricked to kiss.

 

Let's go!"

"I'm not fooling. I said 'maybe'. I didn't say that it would definitely change."

 

"It's not true. You didn't intend to change from the beginning. Just pretend to kiss me."

 

"Why are you looking at me so pessimistically?"

"Because you're a child."

 

"Babe"

 

This situation didn't give me many excuses. When I realised that I was being fooled, Babe immediately started the car. The sound of the engine came with the palm that pushed me until it flew to hit the car next to me (my own car) before the luxury sports car rushed out of the hospital parking lot without saying goodbye. Leaving me in the darkness, inviting Wang Weng, I looked at the taillight of Babe's car until I was hidden. The corners of my mouth raised helplessly.

 

I hope this is not too much for sinners like me. I know that I'm not allowed to be that happy since I parted ways with Babe. But please, the Buddha is the god that I don't get close to much. Or which god is up there to control my little life from above? I only ask for a few minutes a day. Just let me see his face. Invite him to quarrel and smile a little, just at the corner of his mouth. That's all. May you continue to be a part of my life every day. I won't be greedy.

 

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"What's up?"

After I opened the door and entered the office, the master of the Chen family said hello.

 

"Did the child say that you have something to talk about?" He said in a relaxed tone, leaning back against a high-backed leather chair. Tony acted as if he wasn't careful around me. However, I was no longer allowed to enter and leave this room as freely as before. I don't know why he thought that this mixed transmission would make me feel more trusted. "What's wrong, Kenta?"

 

"People from the ministry contacted me. He said that now he wants to delay the plan. The Ones go first"

 

"Did he tell me why?" The big boss still looks calm. He doesn't look as shocked as he should. It could be because he predicted this from the beginning.

 

"He said that the internal inspection began to be more rigorous. During this period, both the media and the inspection department have been keeping an eye on all projects related to the people of Chen’s more than in the past."

 

"Because of my son?"

 

I paused for a moment before answering directly.

 

"Yes"

 

Of course, this is not surprising. But moderately burdensome. Recently, no matter where you move, there is only Charlie's story. That kid is like a new cult leader, dominating the minds of the general public. He takes things that have been overlooked and makes them digestible and communicable in an attractive way. Establish yourself as a mascot. Act like an idol but in a more accessible form. Looks like there must be a strong team. Their method is simple, yet incredibly efficient. 

 

Charlie's popularity has increased rapidly over the past few months. So it's not surprising that now, no matter what he says, people are listening. Just move gently; it's easy to create a ripple and the social influence that follows. That directly affects us.

 

"What about the person who sent him?" Tony said in a new voice. He still maintains his posture well. No matter how hot the news I bring is, "Did you get anything back?"

 

"There is as much as I sent you the last time. Now I don't have anything else."

"Then there is no sign of stopping it?"

"He said it was difficult."

 

"Hmm... Charlie is really stubborn." The big boss nodded slowly while tapping. Fingers and the teak table in rhythm as if he were thinking hard. "Then let's go to the deadline. If it's due and the softwood still doesn't work, you have to use hardwood."

 

"But the elders told me to delay it first."

"Those guys are just afraid of getting caught. But ask if we can do it now.

 

Do you like it? Just send the news for a few hours, and the tail is already wagging."

 

"I'm just afraid it's too risky."

 

"If you don't take the risk, what will you get?"  Tony blinked his eyes as if he were teaching me through his eyes. I thought I wanted to bite my own tongue hard for accidentally saying unnecessary things. Even though I knew that this room never had a place for my opinion. However, due to the changes occurring in this house and within myself, I often forgot my unforbearing duty.

 

"We are not the only one who has goals. Other people have the same. And in the world, it's true. People who arrive first will choose the best meat before anyone else."

 

His teachings are only true. Even though it is bitter and unpleasant, I have never denied it once. Maybe because I grew up with this kind of teaching. For me, it is both a scripture and a lullaby. Nurture and mould me into myself that is more or less useful to him.

 

"What we are doing now is trying to persuade the opponent to give up well. But if he refuses, we have no choice but to pull him as our vehicle. To move forward faster, do you understand what I'm saying?"

 

"I understand."

"Then answer me. If the competitors are so annoying, why don't we eliminate them? Did it leave?"

 

"Because 'there is nothing in this world that is useless'"

 

"Great," Mr Tony smiled proudly, recalling his teachings. "Before throwing anything away, we must first make sure that it's really worth using. Chances are it never runs out of our hands. Only we throw it away."

 

If you don't become successful in business, he will become an inspirational speaker who is quite famous. It's not just easy-to-understand metaphors. But he sees things that most people overlook. But seriously, you can't blame the general public. Not everyone will have the opportunity to try and error without limits like him.

 

"If you understand what I'm saying, you should know what to do next, right?"

 

"I know," I answered confidently. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Continue by yourself"

 

"Very good"

"Then I'll give it to you."

 

"Well, if you have anything, go and do it." He nodded and allowed me to go. But there was no end order as if it was customary. "Take the children with you wherever you go. Or it's good to bring Winner. Going around alone is dangerous."

 

But in this group, Mr.'s final order always seems to have other meanings. I didn't think too much about it. But his word 'danger' doesn't seem to mean threats from outside at all.

 

"Yes, sir."

"And.... Come back to sleep at home."

 

He never ordered me to stay at home, to my knowledge. There is only me in the front. This is home, and I have a great duty to protect my benefactor with my life.

"Yes"

 

That's all I answered. Before walking out of his office and out of the house, he told me to come back and head to another house that I used to take refuge in for a long time, a small house the size of Tony's bathroom. But it looks like a big mansion to me.

 

"I'm back"

 

I say the same sentence every time I open the door into this apartment. Two hands hold a large supermarket shopping bag. While the mouth never forgets its duty. In the past, I never understood why I had to say that I came back. Because in the past, I never had to go home. Whether eating, sleeping or working, in the same mansion. No one has ever waited for me to go home. No one asked where I would go. But since Kim himself moved from the mansion to settle here most of the time, I began to understand this culture more.

 

"Kenta?" A voice replied, "I'm in the kitchen!" I only heard a short phrase and realised the chaos in the tone of voice until I laughed. But the mood had to stumble when the eyes stumbled upon a pair of leather shoes placed at the entrance. Both the size and shape are unfamiliar to me. Regardless, it is clear that it is not the room's owner. Doubt rushed into my mind immediately. I quickly stepped on the heels and flicked them off. Before walking straight to the kitchen, I hoped to find the answer to the question that I had asked.

 

"Oh! Someone went to the supermarket and didn't tell me, so I'll buy beer." And that mystery was quickly solved. When the owner of the leather shoes was standing, the couple were standing, chewing dried squid in the kitchen. While the owner of the room in an eggplant apron was standing frowning with a packet of instant noodles in front of the stove, and didn't even pay attention to me.

 

Even though I had told Kim from the beginning that I didn't want anyone to know I was here, despite him being an insider. But in the end, he was as soft-hearted as ever. When he saw that Babe was in trouble and weak, he brought him home to comfort each other. And finally, how was it? Now, Babe has become one of the other wandering members of this house. And whether I'm satisfied or dissatisfied, I can't do anything anyway because this is Kim's house, not mine.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked as I placed the supermarket bag on the counter.

 

"Come to ask for food," Babe replied without embarrassment. He also walked over to look through the bag I had just brought.

 

Put it down as if it were your own house again. "What did you buy?"

"Kim", I chose to ignore Babe and turned to Kim, who was still staring behind the half-noodle packet. Ready-made, like engraving, how is it still a treasure?

 

"Well, when Alan is not at home, there is no rice to eat."

 

Kim replied, even though he still refused to look up at each other. The clumsy attitude will not be aware of it. Knowing his likes made me so frustrated that I couldn't bear to look at it. Finally, I had to use my feet to chase the messy Babe out and insert myself to help the amateur chef instead.

 

"Bring it here." I snatched a packet of noodles from Kim's hand. Before he achieved the dharma as a prophet in boiling noodles first, "What are you going to read? Just boil it in hot water."

 

"So when did you put the flavouring?" Kim looked at me for a moment.

 

This is something that many people may not know about the father of the talented racer from X Hunter, because he secretly hid it so well that no one expected Kim to be dark, serious, and heart-hearted when he was outside. When staying at home, it was just a young man named Bu. He is the only child, the beloved grandson of his grandfather and grandmother, who never had to pick up anything himself. Simply put, it's called a good boy who escaped from the palace.

 

"It can be added at any time."

 

"How can it be?" Korean boys still don't understand, even though it's easier to cook noodles than ten thousand times, I really believe him.

 

"Then why not?"

"Will it be the same?"

 

"Like"

"Not like," the uninvited guest interjected as if he wanted to participate.

 

"When Alan put it before turning off the light, it was the most delicious."

 

I looked at Babe's face, still, trying to say through his eyes that he asked to eat and stay quiet. The message would not be difficult to send. The number one racer held his hands on his shoulders instead of giving up. Before picking up a large package of snacks that I bought to sit and eat in the living room, I looked at them all.

 

"Why did you give it to me?" I complained softly before turning to adjust the stove's heat, which seemed a bit strong for boiling noodles. The water is boiling until it almost overflows from the pot. This foreign chef is still standing. I don't know anything.

 

"Well, he said there was no rice to eat."

"You can order it."

 

"But you can come and eat this," Kim said with a name. He didn't seem to understand at all. At all, why was I so bad that Babe came to eat for dinner? "Make a lot, we eat together, but never run out."

 

"It's not about running out or not running out."

 

"So what about?"

 

He really never knew anything, even though it was so obvious that it almost stung his eyes. But he still couldn't see it. I can't believe that a person with such a stubborn name can be a racer. Will he excel in one area or multiple areas?

 

"About wanting to eat two"

"Oh, why?"

 

Do you see that a person like this doesn't need to hide anything from him? Because even if he handed it in front of him, he would still find a way to escape. Sometimes I can't help but wonder. Is his name really stubborn, or is he just pretending not to recognise it?

 

"Because Babe is with me and can't eat it."

"Hey, that much?"

 

But if this is a prank, I would like to give him an actor who can play the best person in the world.