PitBabe series2

I came back to find a house that was almost completely dark, which is a little unusual because Babe usually won't turn off the lights downstairs until I get back.

 

"Babe"

 

Opening the door to the house to call another person, and there is no response. It's also strange to say that I fell asleep, and it seems complicated to do so. Because Babe can't sleep alone like before. At six o'clock, Babe messaged me. I came to see it an hour later because I was busy meeting with the research team. When replying, the other party did not read the message. There was no response. I had a strange feeling that something was wrong. And now there's something to deal with.

 

"Babe", I opened the door and entered the bedroom. Calling the name of the person who sleeps with his back to the bed. Of course, he refused to answer. Even though I look at it, I know that he hasn’t slept yet. "I'm back."

 

"Babe, I'm back." Babe's indifference didn't discourage me. I walked to the other side and sat by the bedside, in a position where my face was closest to the grumpy person's. He doesn't even pretend to be asleep. Babe lay with his eyes open. His face is spoiled. Refusing to open his mouth. I still talk to him calmly. Because there may be a shout after this. If I don't stay still, it will be even bigger. "Why don't you go down to pick it up?” Babe is still silent, but his mouth seems to be more upside-down than before.

 

"Are you angry?" The next step is to start guessing randomly. Because if you wait for yourself to say it, it will take a while. And may risk making him more frustrated than before. So I have to figure out what my fault is. If I say an important word, he will answer it himself.

 

"Or angry at all?"

Judging from the facial expression, it is a touchy subject. Babe’s eyes are not that cold. Being angry is often considered a good sign.

 

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Are you back late?"

Completely still... It's not about this. Are you slow to respond to the chat? Still still.. This is not.

"Didn't you say hello?"

 

This is still not. Now my brain is working hard. Think back from the moment I stepped out of the house until about when he said hello to me. Review what he did. Today, I was busy all day. I almost didn't talk to Babe. Therefore, I shouldn't accidentally say anything that displeases him. Then it must be something I did. Something that Babe can recognise and is something that he doesn't like. It may not be a big deal, but it's not something to enjoy... Hmm.... What?

 

"Story?" The eyes are a little bigger. Here, I found the reason.

"Don't you like to have a story with someone else?" I tried to hold back my laughter. 

 

Because the sewing face is now very adorable, he seems to be trying to ignore me. But at the same time, I want to come in and beg. I know he misses me, too. But because there's something to touch, I have to put it down first. "It's nothing, my friend. He also came to see the teacher. He was ordered to fix it the same way. Let's sit and watch together for a moment. We're not close to each other. We used to talk. Just let's do it."

 

"It's not close. Why do you bring your face closer?" Finally, Babe agreed to answer. He looked calmer than I thought. At first, I thought he was going to yell' More than this. '

 

"Is it close?"

"In the story, it's close"

 

"The real thing is not close."

"Charlie"

 

"I'm sorry."

 

Sometimes the relationship is like this. Not everything we agree on. Babe may not be unreasonable sometimes. As for me, I sometimes pull. But in the end, what is more important will be the answer to every conflict.

 

For me, Babe is the most important thing. That's why I don't hesitate to apologise to him. Not because an apology will end all the problems. But it will make Babe know how much I care about him. Even if I'm not wrong, but if it's not a big deal, I choose to apologise first. At the very least, apologise for making me uncomfortable. When I promised him from the first day that I would do everything to make him happy, I have to try my best to keep my word.

 

"I won't get close like this anymore." I put my hand on his cheek. And not being brushed off means I'm on the right track. "Sorry for making you uncomfortable."

 

"Why are you so good?" Babe asked in a soft voice.

"I often practice."

 

"Do you think I'm grumpy?"

"No, I practised alone."

 

Before leaning back to sit up, hanging his feet on the bedside, he gently kicked my shin with his foot, as if he wanted to tell a story, but he was afraid that I would get hurt.

 

"I'm not seriously angry. I'm just annoyed when I see it." The grumbler muttered. He made eye contact with me. While still putting my feet in front of my legs, I can't stop playing.

 

"Why are you so frustrated with this person? With other friends, I used to shoot like this?"

 

"I don't know this person," Babe answered frankly. I like it when he's like this. This is where Babe has changed. He isn't sarcastic about everything like he used to be. Of course, Babe’s stubbornness still exists. But I think it's much lighter compared to the first time we met. 

 

"And he's cute."

"Is that cute?"

 

"It's cute, like a net idol"

"Hmm... I didn't notice at all."

 

"Hey, pretend to talk in." Babe made a face like he didn't believe what I said. "Good looking. That much, I will say that I didn't notice."

 

"I didn't notice that he's not my style."

"Oh, if it's with this spec, it would be very staring."

 

"Oh, just stare." I stared at his face, staring deep into his eyes, lingering like that for a few seconds. Before slowly chasing my eyes along the elements on his face, eyes, nose, and mouth, I admired them one by one. "Staring to death."

 

From the place where Babe pretended to be sarcastic, it turned into trying to hold back a smile until he blushed, and the more he was like that. The more I wanted to stare harder than before. Because it's not often, I've seen Babe seriously shy like this.

 

"Stop"

"This is a spec, this person."

 

"Charlie, stop," Babe made a deep voice, sending his hand to cover my mouth as if he was afraid that I would repeat something embarrassing: "This is your mouth."

 

"To be honest," I took his hand away, pressed the kiss on the palm of my hand repeatedly, and couldn't help but snap his fingers to play because it's already close to his mouth. It's a pity to let it go.

 

"Babe, don't you know my specs yet, hey?"

"I don't know," Babe pretended not to know, without pointing out, "Who will know with you?"

 

"I like sexy people", and when he pretends not to know, I think I must explain clearly. "Soft style, I don't want it at all. I like a beautiful face, a good body, being good at driving, being good at begging, and being touchy, especially with a mouth. It's great."

 

"I don't know how many times we've been together. Are you still flirting with me?"

"If you don't flirt, can you do it again?"

 

Babe laughed, and his cheeks were red. Surprisingly, he was always embarrassed when I spoke in two ways. Even though I was almost a master in this matter, or maybe it was because I said it, and it looked more embarrassing than that? You should think about this angle.

 

"I like when you're shy." Babe stroked my head. He's like a boss who is proud of his favourite dog's knowledgeable behaviour. It may sound strange to say that I like it when he's like this. But that's not a problem. By the way, there's never been a normal thing between the two of us. "Are you bored?"

 

"At the place?"

"Huh, are you bored when I'm stubborn?"

"If you answer that you are bored, will you be angry?"

"Angry"

 

"So who will be bored?" My answer made Babe laugh. His smile miraculously healed my heart. Even though today I encountered a lot of headaches, my arm hurt because of being pricked by a needle until it was bruised. There is a strange effect that makes me feel like People who are drunk for a while. Alone, just talking to Babe. I have to put a lot of effort into supporting myself. But because of the laughter and the warm touch on his palm. It's worth everything I put in. "But seriously, Babe, I like to be shy."

 

"Really?"

"When the baby is angry, it's funny."

"Oh, this guy."

 

"I like it when I make my face into a face like this." I gently poked Babe’s cheek, and that made him smile even more. It's just this, even though someone said that Babe is difficult to please, I think it's only valid at the beginning. If you try to spend time together, slowly learn and understand the little one in his heart, seriously. I believe that anyone can understand Babe without difficulty because he is one of the people whose name is most direct and sincere in expressing his feelings in my life. "But if you don't touch often, it's good. Babe is always tired, isn't he?"

 

"Well, you're so tired when you bend me." The grumpy person easily admits that this is one of Babe's jokes. "The more I'm jealous, I'm so tired, but I can't stop being jealous."

 

"I understand, but jealous people need to take a break." I chuckled while Babe pulled me to stand up. The open arm was a simple signal that said 'Hug me', which I was happy to respond to. Babe put his face down on my stomach. Start sniffing food like I used to. If it were normal, I wouldn't feel anything. But because it's very late now, and I just came back from outside after living a hard life. My body must be dirty, no different from rags. Therefore, I feel a little embarrassed to let him hug me like this. "Don't have to sniff a lot, haven't taken a shower yet."

 

"What will people who are not jealous understand?" Babe made his ears twitch against the wind, sniffing the fragrant hug. My shirt is not disgusting. "I'm jealous every day."

 

"Who told me not to be jealous?"

"I told you." The jealous person looked up at me with green eyes. "I don't remember that you're jealous. When was the last time?"

 

"There are some, but I'm grown up, so I don't yell."

"Are you saying that I'm not growing up?"

 

"I mean, I'm an adult who doesn't yell, but Babe is an adult who yells. Be a different adult."

 

"Keep playing with your tongue."

"Really?"

 

"Hee?" Babe raised his eyebrows. His face looked very clear. This was one of the few times he couldn't keep up with me. I raised my hand to support his cheek, leaned down, and moved his face closer and closer to the other until our lips touched.

 

Babe responded to my touch familiarly, crushing and sucking gently. I sent my tongue to say hello first to prove his words were true. Our kiss has happened countless times, and I've not liked it. From the first day, Babe didn't even allow me to touch his lips. Until today, he has asked for it himself. I have done an impressive job in one place.

 

"Hmm.." The grumpy person made a soft sound in his throat when I kissed him. Babe pursed his lips. He looked at my lips as if he was not satisfied with the kiss that had just ended. He held my arm tightly. Secretly twitching as if he wanted me to go to sleep together.

 

"What?" I pretended to ask even though I already knew what he was going to want. "Why pull?"

 

"Sleep"

"I'm going to sleep for sure. Let me take a shower first."

 

"You don't have to take a shower..." Just by looking at his facial expression, I knew it was coming from the stem of his brain. The soft voice and the posture that looked less than usual implied that he wanted me to stop acting like a soft guy and go to bed with him. And the more I forced myself and refused to transfer. Babe pulled even more and more until I staggered. Almost fell on him. It's good that I used my hand to support the bed in time. "Come quickly"

 

"Babe... No," I laughed. Because now Babe is hugging me tightly like a koala. As for me, I tried not to fall into bed. Because I feel incredibly guilty about getting into bed even though I haven't taken a shower, let go; it's heavy.

 

"Ouch! What's so thick?" When he was heavily offended, he began to act. Babe made a skink face. His face and chest seemed sarcastic, so I kept worrying about things. "It's not smelly. It smells like this."

 

"Babe likes it, but I don't like this."

"Charlie!"

"Ah, raise your voice?" I pretended to make a deep voice—the person who pretended to bend his mouth shut up. Suddenly, Babe’s snooping posture was so cute that I almost burst out laughing. Even so, I tried my best to hit my face. "Where did you tell you to stop raising your voice?"

 

"I didn't say I quit... Said to reduce"

 

But in the end, I lost anyway. I couldn't stop laughing because of the whisper. Lightly, as if afraid that if it's a little louder, it will make me angry.

 

"What's funny?" Babe made a puzzled face before frowning and pouting when he caught it. Pretending to be full of "Are you kidding, glasses?"

 

"Why is it so cute?" I couldn't bear to kiss his cheek. I wanted to grab the baby in a lump and swallow it into his stomach. But that may be cruel. So I vented the fangs with a strong hug instead.

 

"Oh... Stop"

"So cute"

"Charlie"

 

"Choose whether to wait for me to take a shower or go in together." He made a heavy, pondering face as if he had made a decision. This time will change both of our lives forever.

 

"Go with me", Babe’s answer was not beyond expectations. I know he is impatient. Babe hates. How long have you been waiting? "Come"

 

I took his hand and led him to the bathroom together. Accept everything, no matter how much Babe wants to play pranks. Because I'm excited every time we try new things together. And it's undeniable that Babe’s 'new stories' never disappoint me.

 

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This place is quiet every time you visit. The breeze blows. The water surface runs in waves. The grass's branches and tips are shaking. There has never been a hot day. There is only soft, sunny light, depending on the sun's working hours. The atmosphere is a mix of peace and depression. The first part, of course, is because of the location. However, the latter part may be due to the memories buried here.

 

"You can walk in first," I said after opening the door and getting out of the car. Alan was looking down to pick up his belongings from the trunk of the car. He turned his head to look at me with a strange expression when he heard me say to let him walk in first. "Jef will wait for Charlie first. You go to someone else first. It's almost complete, isn't it?"

 

"But we can go in together. Then let Charlie follow with Babe." Even though it's not a big deal, it makes Alan frown. Perhaps it's because I exhibited unusual behaviour. Maybe he's even more observant with something like this. Even with other things, it's so annoying. 

 

"What's wrong?"

When Alan left his belongings behind the car that he had picked up, he went back to his old place. He walked around the car to me and asked, his expression worried. Now I'm starting to think that I should learn to hide. Feel more ridiculous.

 

"No, for Alan, Jeff just..." I tried to find a reason to defend my strange pose. But Alan’s worried expression made me lie to him. Maybe this is a deadly move he invented for me. "Okay, but if Jeff told me, don't overthink."

 

"Is it forbidden?"

"Alan"

 

"Okay, I'll try." Alan made a smoulding face. It looks funny, but it's probably not suitable for a laugh right now. "What's wrong?"

 

I'm hesitant to talk about this. This may be one of the things that are difficult to understand, yet inviting and sensitive, which can cause us to quarrel for no reason. But  Alan’s expectant expression makes me feel like I should speak out. I promise to learn to communicate more effectively in all situations. This may be considered one of the practices.

 

"Jeff knows that you and Way are close. We've been through a lot together. When he died, Jeff was sorry. However, everyone is acting as if he did nothing wrong now. It makes Jeff...

 

"Mad," I said. Damn, I didn't dare to make eye contact with Alan. I don't know what kind of expression he's showing now. "Sorry."

 

"No, no, don't apologise." Alan’s calm posture made me feel a lot lighter. He didn't get angry or look at me with disappointed eyes. Just still looking a little confused. "You feel it's not wrong. But you understand that I have my feelings."

 

"Jeff understands. That's why Jeff comes to him with me every time. Even though Jeff feels like this." Some feelings are overflowing in my heart. I tried to suppress it. I've decided to let it go because this isn't something I have to force my feelings on Alan or make him agree with. "Jeff knows that Way is my family, but with Jeff, it's not Jeff and him. We're not close. He used not to trust Jeff. And Jeff didn't trust him from the beginning. He did many things that Jeff couldn't accept. Many things if he succeeds. Some of us won't come to stand here. Maybe Jeff, Charlie, Babe, or maybe you." I started to feel like I was talking too much, but my mouth wouldn't stop.

 

"For me, it may be easy to forgive because he is an important person. But with Jeff.... Jeff doesn't know how to feel when everyone else does it, as if he's forgotten what he did. How bad is it?"

 

"But he's dead, Jeff," Alan replied with an embarrassed expression, and deep down, he must be in pain to hear me talk about his essential brother like that.

 

"What do you want me to do?"

 

"Jeff doesn't want you to do anything. I just want to know that Jeff may not fully understand your feelings. Sometimes Jeff may show bad feelings toward him because, deep down, he still can't forgive him. Jeff sympathises with him as a human being. But not as a friend or family member like you. Every time I talk about him, Jeff doesn't see only him; he sees the whole picture. Jeff sees Tony and sees other people whom they attack. It's impossible to stop." 

 

Suddenly, I know that his heart is painfully constricted. In addition to the brain, a stream of thoughts will be running through it. This won't be a big deal if I don't say it out loud. Anyway, it's just my feelings for his deceased friend. I don't know if everyone on the team overlooks Way's fault. It makes me frustrated. Just think that if Charlie and I don't forgive him.

 

"I understand how you feel. I won't tell you to forgive him because everything he does is shit. I didn't forget what he did to us. And I also understand that you have bad memories about it." The wind blew harder, hitting both of our faces, as if someone was aware of this conversation. Someone we talked about, both with nostalgia and slight resentment in the heart. "But this... Can I be selfish?" That's not what he asked for... I can only think in my mind. There is no voice to speak out.

 

"I may talk about how I miss it. I want to see it. I may come to it here. There may be a picture of it. There is a trophy. There is something of it at the garage. Or talking about it every time our team wins. I know that some angles look disgusting. But I swear that if it's not dead, I will never do this."

 

From the fact that I used to realise how much Alan loves the children in the team. Now I have seen the picture of those words more clearly. The feelings he has for all of you. It's the same as I have with Charlie. The sense of wanting to protect. Ready to be selfish for them, and the most painful thing to have to endure their sad ending. Not only Way's but also Dean's story.

 

"I don't want to forget Way. I don't want it to appear as if it no longer exists. But I promise that every time I think of him, I will review everything that he did wrong. And if you don't want to participate here, I understand. Just tell me."

 

"Okay," I pulled him into a hug. From the beginning, I felt embarrassed to see Alan in this state. I thought that I had to comfort him instead. "Thank you for understanding. And I apologise if I make you overthink."

 

"No, it's good that you told me," Alan hugged back. His big palm gently caressed my head. "If you don't tell me, you'll never know how you feel."

 

"But it's just a feeling. Jeff didn't forbid me from coming to Way. I didn't forbid you to talk about Just Jeff's feelings alone." "I know.. I know."

 

"And today, Jeff will meet him as usual because Jeff intended to come with you in the first place."

 

"Well, thank you."

 

We stood hugging each other next to the car. The discomfort in my heart was a little lighter. But I'm not sure how deep Alan's heart is. He may understand my feelings better, or he may annoy me even more.

 

"Wow... This is Way's death anniversary, or what anniversary?" But for the thoughts in my head now, it would be better if I, Alan, and others stop hugging before someone arrives.

 

"What's wrong with hugging each other?" Alan sighed softly. We left each other. I tried to pretend that I didn't care about Babe's annoying tone. Let Alan deal with his close brother according to the formula "Never hug your boyfriend."

 

"Hey, I can do it more than hugging. Do you want me to demonstrate here?"

 

"Babe" and everything are according to the standard system. When Babe speaks, a warning system with a voice and a face named Charlie will follow. Both of them walk hand in hand from afar. It may seem like an envious couple to others. But in my eyes, I see Charlie who needs to hold Babe. Don't let him bite anyone anymore.

 

"What's up, babe?" Even though he was scolded, Babe still flushed his face. He also turned to make a hot face at Charlie. It was replied that he rolled his eyes in exhaustion. But instead of Babe being in trouble, He even seems to like it.

 

"Come help me carry this." Alan, who was in second place with Babe, walked back to the car's trunk again, nodding his head to summon a strange couple to help carry cleaning equipment, snacks, and flowers that had been prepared to decorate the grave. Charlie nodded and made a gesture to walk to help. But was forbidden by Alan, "You don't have to, Charlie."

 

"Oh, and you...."

 

"Babe, you're coming." He didn't let Charlie finish speaking. Alan interjected and beckoned to the annoying person. It is an administrative teacher preparing to discipline students. How are you a bad teacher?

 

"Oh! Why? Charlie, if you want to do it, let him do it," Alan said.

 

"No, it's you. It's your friend's. Come and handle it yourself. Don't have to use it," Alan spoke in a stiff voice.

 

It's funny that Babe is still scolded every day. Even though he's grown up like this, he's also a celebrity. Outsiders can't imagine how much Babe, the great behind-the-scenes, is both heavily controlled and how actively his brother and his boyfriend cooperate. "You don't have to help him, Charlie. Let him do it himself. This is enough."

 

"Oh! Why do you say that?" Babe continued to yell as Alan picked up some belongings and walked to the waterfront.

 

"Babe... Let's go lift it," Charlie told Babe, "I'll help you, but I'll get there.

Then you have to hold it yourself."

"Hey! I can hold it myself."

 

Finally, the angry man picked up everything and held it all, wrapping it around Alan. I turned to make eye contact with Charlie, and I felt a sense of sympathy. Having to be by the side of a stubborn and annoying person like Babe would not be easy. But Charlie's expression made me think that I might be wrong.

 

Charlie looked at Babe’s back with a smile that looked like the Charlie I've ever known. It's not a smile that was picked up and used. It's not a smile that is instinctive and meaningless. But it's a smile that comes from genuine feelings. Smile because there's a good reason you want to. And the reason for that smile is the boss. One person, no matter what anyone says, is the most wonderful in Charlie's eyes. I hope that this smile will be with Charlie forever.

 

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Today is the second anniversary of Way's departure. Last year, everyone in the team made an appointment to visit that traitor together. Let's clean around the grave, polish the sign in front of the hole, and decorate the surrounding area to make it look good, not old, until it doesn't seem too scary. This is considered a good activity to do in addition to something for those who are gone. It's also a good opportunity for everyone to come together and do something other than racing. 

 

We clean up and talk; stop by, eat sweets, and sip sweet water. North and Sonic hit each other until they were scolded. They were caught in different corners. Kim and I had more opportunities to talk. I told him the story of X Hunter in the past. He told him about racing in Korea as an exchange. The anniversary of Way’s death became a small part of the team's focus. This made him suggest that we do something like this together every year, and today is the day.

 

"It doesn't look that messy." Kim stood with his arms crossed, looking thoughtfully around the grave. The grass didn't cover the sign in front of the hole. The burn leaves weren't high enough to say this was a place that hadn't been cleaned for a year.

 

"How can it be overgrown? People are sneaking in to do it all the time," said North while deliberately pulling the grass around the hole. There is no camera attached to it like every time. Today is a special day that should not be published to anyone.

 

"I didn't come in that often."

"I haven't mentioned the name yet."

 

A young YouTuber trapped Alan. When he couldn't argue about anything, he smirked, turned to see Jeff, who was sweeping leaves not far away, which didn't get any attention. How much?

 

"Alan" Kim made a sound again. He walked over, holding an empty flask, with a sombre expression. Busy like a child who was offended. "No ice?"

 

"So do you see it?" Alan replied in a voice. While his hand carefully polished the stone plaque engraved with Way's name, it seemed the Korean young man's grumbling was just a passing breeze. Passed and passed.

 

"No", Kim bent down to look at the empty flask again. Turn it upside down as if he thought there would be an ice cube from another dimension. How did the bottle come? "How to drink water?"

 

"Water is available, drink it, no need to add ice"

"But I want to drink cold"

"Jump into the water to get cold"

 

"I don't love you." Koreans didn't like it before swinging the ice bottle to sit on the stick. It was a protest that my brother didn't usually follow. When Alan saw that, he sighed. I think many times he would blame himself deeply for being too kind to us until the whole team is addicted to the habit of children who don't know how to grow up, even though they are not much.

 

"A... The ice is coming. I ordered the buyer to come in."

 

Alan's answer made the atmosphere even quieter. From everyone bowing their heads, lowering their eyes to do their duties, everyone looked up and looked at each other with a confused expression. North even raised his finger to count the members one by one, as if he were checking to see if we had all arrived yet. Alan is so old that he has begun to forget.

 

"Who do you use?" I couldn't help but turn to ask, "We're all here."

Didn't you use me, and then forget about me? North began to come to me.

 

"If Alan uses me, Charlie has to buy it," I answered confidently. If Alan does anything, even if I forget, Charlie will never forget. Charlie himself confirmed my words by turning to nod his head to North that Babe was right, before turning to look. I said in a soft voice, "It's not something to be proud of." Well, I know, but what about it?

 

Do you use it? Charlie turned to ask Alan again for reassurance. Still acting casually, scrubbing the sign nonstop before answering in a smooth voice.

 

"Not you"

"Oh, so who..."

"The ice is here, brothers."

 

It's not the time for Charlie to continue. There was a loud voice from afar. It's a sound that we're all familiar with. But because I can't hear it clearly with this kind of ear for a while, everyone's eyes are big. The hair is set in shape, a fur coat to defy the hot wind, and long boots that are not suitable for this Place.  Just look at it, and you can know who it is.

 

"Sonic!"

 

Kim ran straight to the first newcomer. The Korean man hugged the former racer with nostalgia before grabbing the ice bag in Sonic's hand and running back to the flask, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. That guy should be more excited to eat ice than to meet Sonic.

 

"What's going on?" I walked in, hugged the fashion boy, and greeted him with a bright smile, as I always did. But Sonic looks a little older.

 

"Aeroplane"

"Oh, I thought you were walking."

 

Teasing, Sonic shook his hand in a joking gesture. Even though he was sweating as he had just left the sauna, the good-natured boy still had the mood to tease me. It is considered respectable. "Just got off the plane this morning. How can the big day not come... Isn't it, Charlie?" Sonic turned to greet Charlie, who was standing next to me. The boy with glasses smiled before walking to hug.

 

The other side is a welcome home in the year. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm happy too, but are you more handsome, Charlie?"

 

"A little bit," Charlie replied, ready to make a finger to assemble the word 'a little bit'. Sonic is funny. It is pleasing. This kid picks up the joke very well.

 

"Welcome Home, Big Fashionist" Alan is the next host. He walked with Jeff before hugging the juniors who had been on the team. Sonic has always been obsessed with racing cars. Alan was accepted into the team because he saw his intense passion. Even though he didn't have good skills, he thought he would be a good part of the team. 

 

Until last year, he came to ask for leave to study abroad. After careful consideration, he wanted to pursue another dream. That is to be a designer. "Very good, surprise success"

 

"I told you, it's not falling out," the big brother and the former younger brother patted their hands proudly before Sonic turned to greet Jeff, who was standing next to him with a smile. "You're so good, Jeff, don't fall out."

 

"Don't be afraid of falling out of me." Jeff laughed. Alan is the only one who knows that Sonic will be back today. Of course, if Alan knows, Jeff must know. And Jeff's knowledge doesn't make surprises harder. Because Jeff usually doesn't talk to anyone anyway. "Byther, be careful not to get to that person."

 

Jeff's face to the 'over there' person who keeps standing outside the band. Don't walk in to greet former teammates like others, even though he's probably the one who misses Sonic the most.

 

North stood stiff. His face looked unpredictable. I don't know if he was shocked, happy, surprised, or angry. He kept standing still. Staring at Sonic's face like that until everyone else had to retreat to avoid the scene. Because of the attitude, his best friend probably had something to talk about that the conversation of all of us combined.

 

The cleaning didn't take as long as expected when there were many co-operators. Way’s grave looked fresh and pleasant. The grass around the area was removed. Piles of fallen leaves were swept away. The sign was scrubbed until it was like new. Plus, there was an art expert like Sonic to help arrange the decorative flowers. At first, Kim said it didn't look terrible. But when it was cleaned up again, it seemed different. All participants stood proudly until dispersal.

 

"See you at home," Jeff said to Charlie, before getting on the bus ahead of Alan.

The house the other person is talking about is Alan’s house. Tonight, we made an appointment to go there to eat. Take the opportunity to eat and drink. Keep talking until we fall asleep gradually, just like we used to. (Even though we talked a lot just now)

"Yeah, I'll follow you," Charlie replied.

 

Everyone is gone. Only Charlie is still there. Charlie put the equipment that Alan left in his pocket. While I was still standing in front of the grave, I didn't step out. I don't know why. But I felt like Way wanted to tell you something. It's as if he held me here a little longer, perhaps because he was lonely. Perhaps it was because he missed the time we had together, or maybe because I was crazy - that's also possible.

 

"Have you returned yet?" Charlie's voice sounded nearby. He walked and stopped, standing next to me, before squatting down to arrange the flowers that the wind had blown. They were now tilted wrong, having been placed by Sonic.

 

"It's been two years, hasn't it?" I don't know if my voice will be so soft that the wind drowns it out, but this indescribable feeling always comes back every time I come here. I can't just limit whether it's a good or bad feeling. "Very fast, it feels like yesterday."

 

"Uh, it passed very fast."

"I didn't think there would be a day when I was older than Way."

 

That may sound strange. But it's a thought that has been circling in my head for a while. I stood looking at the number on the gravestone. The year of birth until the year he died. I can't believe I'll live to see the end of Way. Every day, I'm getting older, but he's the same age. His appearance and even his voice remain the same in my memory. Even when I was sixty years old, Way was still young forever. Until then, we won't be of the same generation.

 

"He may be able to solve it with Babe, who knows?" "You said, Charlie." I chuckled, thinking that at least Charlie had managed to make me smile. At a time when my mind was above this kind of understanding, "The people who will go with me are only you."

 

"Are you proposing?"

"No"

"I know, even if I ask for it, I won't marry it."

 

I don't know why I find Charlie's words so funny. I never thought this kid was funny. But the atmosphere when we are together always makes me want to laugh. I like laughing at the joke of a dead face. Then rest my heart in his warm embrace. Now that the mass of chaotic thoughts is slowly returning to normal, they're starting to flow back. His palms rubbed on the back plate. The nose next to Charlie's ears made everything easy. Even if he couldn't solve the knot in my heart, he made those knots no longer a problem.

 

We hugged each other quietly, letting our feelings surround us. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt like I was drifting. Ready to sleep at any time, until there was a feeling that poked me to open my eyes.

 

It could be a common human instinct to realise when someone is staring at you. Even though there's only Charlie and me here, I feel like there's a pair of eyes looking at me, staring intently. And when I look straight at the direction where that feeling is transmitted through Charlie's broad shoulders, my heart seems to stop beating for a while.

 

I saw someone's back - tall and slender, wearing a black outfit from head to toe - walking away. Someone else might pass by here. But his appearance makes me think of a person who I'm sure can walk there.

 

"Babe… He should be lying in the hole in front of me.

 

Charlie's voice was as thin as the wind blowing from afar. Even though he was standing in front of him, his ears were all ringing. My palms were cold. The more he turned around. I could see his face clearly with both eyes. If it weren't for the fact that I was seeing a ghost, I would have gone crazy.

 

"Babe"

 

"Let's go, Charlie"

 

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I can feel that  Babe has looked strange since returning from visiting Way. Although he looks normal overall, he still seems bright and naturally talks, teases, and annoys others. He slaps other people's eyes. But for me, it's as if he's trying to send signals all the time. No, it may be a signal that he isn't even aware of himself.

 

Since arriving at Alan's house, I noticed that Alan often looked for me. Even though he knew I had to circle the house. When I asked, 'What's wrong?', Alan would gently shake his head and reach out to touch me as if he wanted to. I feel sure that I'm still around him all the time. Although Alan and I are usually close together, I'm sure this is not his normal behaviour.

 

"Do you want it?" I walked back and sat down on the chair next to Alan with the chocolate-covered strawberries that I had just helped make with Jeff after Alan had raised his neck to look for me for the sixth or seventh round.

 

"What?" Babe squinted at the brown lump on a skewer with little trust.

"Strawberry"

 

"The face doesn't look like"

"It's chocolate-coated"

 

"Who did it?"

“Jeff and I”.

 

 After receiving enough information, Alan opened his mouth so I could feed him. He took a strawberry into his mouth. The big strawberry made his cheeks swell like a squirrel that kept a walnut in its cheek. Especially when trying to chew, it felt big. "Is it delicious?"

 

"Yeah, it's delicious," Alan replied while still not chewing his mouth. "But eat with Pepsi like this. I will probably die of diabetes first."

 

"Don't drink alcohol?" I just noticed that since the party started, Babe hasn't touched a drop of alcohol. He drinks juices alternating with soft drinks. Then, eat the grilled food that Alan gradually puts out like a buffet. "I can drive for you."

 

"It's okay. Anyway, I promised to abstain from alcohol."

"The truth is, it's okay to drink some water for a long time."

 

"My heart is not calm. Don't drink now, I'll break," Babe replied before lifting the water and taking a sip. I don't think he'll take my request seriously. Cigarettes are understandable because I'm pretty serious. But about alcohol, I don't believe even sitting in the middle of a group of friends holding a glass of liquor in his hand like a thirteenth organ. He will still force himself not to drink anymore.  Babe is firm.

 

"Why are you so good?" I slapped him on the shoulder teasingly. "Appease?"

"Well, you like me a lot," Babe replied with a casual look. If he hadn't said that he was my boyfriend, I could have thought that he was a cool brother. "I want to stay with you for a long time. Your life without me would be too comfortable."

 

I like that Babe can say sentences in slang that are pleasant to listen to. This is one of his talents that many people don't understand, because not everyone enjoys translating sentences like these.

 

"Charlie" North walked over and touched my shoulder. His face was a little red, looking at the alcohol pose. In the body, it should have started to reach a gloomy level. "Go buy me a beer"

 

"Are you out of stock?" I looked at the ice crate that used to be beer. Now there are only a few bottles left. Even here, it's only eight o'clock. These people are drinking or bathing in it. "So why me?"

 

"Because you're the only one who doesn't drink," the young YouTuber said with a face as if it were already certain. And I'm foolish to ask something like that. "Drink or not drive, do you know, young man?"

 

I can't argue because what he said was right, even though thereis someone else who doesn't drink with him. But like Brother North wouldn't dare to use Babe to buy beer for him anyway. Besides, even if he dares to use it, in the end, the person who goes must be me anyway.

 

"Okay"

 

I accepted that Alan had an insight. He passed by with a food tray in his right hand. The left hand put the money into my hand and walked over. Act like a real big brother.

 

The convenience store is not far from Pho Lan's house. It's only about 10 minutes by car. But to be honest, it would be embarrassing to drive a baby like this. The right picture in my head should be a motorcycle or a stupid bicycle. But there is nothing like that in the house. So I had to drive a supercar that cost more than ten million dollars to buy beer at the end of the alley, just like those who are still there.

 

And because I was pretty shy, I took my time buying things, as if I were on a game show. A lot of beer and snack bags were thrown on the driver's side seat because Babe's car only has this. It's not suitable for carrying things at all. (Knowing this, it's better to ask for a car to come. Anyway, it's embarrassing enough.) 

 

When driving back to the front of the house, I noticed an unfamiliar vehicle parked there. I recall that before I left, this place was still empty. And no matter how you look at it, I can't imagine that the people on our team have this model of a driver, either.

 

The answer to that question sits prominently among Team X. New members are raising beers to drink, talking, and laughing with everyone happily, just by looking at my face.

 

I immediately recognised that he was one of the new team drivers. Strangely, he sat here. I didn't know that we were close to other teams as well. (On average, the racers of other teams don't like us very much.)

 

"Oh! Here it is, the beer delivery boy." Sonic turned to see me first. He rushed to help carry the stuff immediately, along with North, who ran after him like a shadow. Probably thanks to Sonic, who got up. That's why I got two reinforcements. "Thank you, handsome."

 

"What's up, brother?" I whispered to North. No need to name. The other party knew what I meant.

 

"I invited him to come," North replied with a proud expression. "I went to ask for an interview. It was the other day. We talked and talked and hit it off. Today, I invited him to join me."

 

"Oh..." That's all I accepted. I don't feel like anything. Some outsiders come to join the party. Even though Alan said it's a party for the X team today. But sometimes, new faces come in; it should be fun.

 

"Charlie, Charlie,"  Babe beckoned when he saw that I was back. His face looked brighter, probably because of the previous conversation with the young racer of the opposite team, who was moderately flavoured. "This is Willy, do you remember the face?"

 

I walked to sit in the empty seat next to Babe, but it wasn't empty. But Alan gave it up because he knew that I would rather sit next to my boyfriend than Kim, who was talking to the ice bucket next to him.

 

"I remember, we competed every round," I replied before turning to smile and nodding to Willy. It's a greeting, "I'm Charlie."

 

"I remember, I often peeked at him," Willy replied with a smile. His grim expression made Babe gasp before hitting the young man's leg of the famous rival team. "Oh! What is this, brother?"

 

"Are you squinting at my boyfriend?"

 

"It's bad," Willy laughed. I thought he looked attractive immediately when he smiled widely. His eyes closed in the shape of a crescent moon. Light brown hair; the face indicates a lineage.

 

The eyes of mixed rice water, both the nose and the faint freckles in front of the cheeks, the more you can see them up close, I won't look at it." And it's understandable why he's famous among the girls. Charlie is a celebrity.

 

"Hmm... It's true." Babe quickly changed his attitude when Willy spoke to him. Whoever spoke well of me, Babe liked it all. Sometimes he acted like an adult relative who likes to show off his children and grandchildren. Even though I didn't like it very much, it didn't bother me that much. So I let it go and kept following him. "It's even louder than me."

 

"Keep going on," I couldn't help but deny—Babe's exaggerated words.  How can you be louder than Babe ?"

"You're louder than you think, handsome."

 

"I don't want to be loud. Just Babe cares about me alone." I thought I was speaking in a low voice. But listen to the cheers from around the circle now. I need to adjust the volume. That's suitable again.

 

"Well, let him be single, but I'm the only one." A Korean drunk man sat and hugged the bottle. Beer put his mouth to me with a face.

 

"What, I'm single." North joined a single band with another single person. I don't know if he intends to announce his singleness to the world. Or want to see the person next to him's symptoms, but if it's the latter, it will not work much because Sonic doesn't even listen. He's been sitting on the phone for a while. Is it a matter of study? The face looks serious. "Sonic is single.. Right?"

 

"Huh?" Because he was gently elbowed, Sonic, who was busy with his mobile phone, raised his face and looked at everyone with a puzzled expression. "Oh! Well, single foreigners rarely test." When I heard that, the person sitting next to me looked over. I don't understand the relationship between them. Sometimes it seems like there's nothing more to it. While sometimes there are strange masses, I can't help but follow. It develops into something more profound. But until now, it's like seeing each other, pulling back and forth - blurry and confusing, as usual.

 

I respect those who have been in that situation for many years. If I were those two people, I would have gone crazy from the first day because it's the type that struggles with collecting these feelings and still hates ambiguity.

 

"How old are you?" Babe turned to invite Willy to continue talking about other people's love stories, which wouldn't be very interesting to him.

 

"Twenty-two"

 

"Oh! Are you younger than Charlie?" Babe looked excited. I don't understand what's so exciting about it. Just looking at it, you should know that Willy is young. The team is full of children. "And how long have you learned to drive?"

 

"Well, since eighteen. I've liked it since I was a child. But my father just allowed it. When I was a child, my father and I were very crazy about F1."

 

"Hey! I also watch F1." Babe's excited posture seems to last forever. It's easy. It's like the more he talks, the more he finds interesting things in Willy. It's now about the Formula One race. The drivers are passionate about Formula One racing. I've been watching those races with Babe countless times. I don't see anything exciting. "Which team do you support?"

 

"Mercedes"

"Ouch! What is this!"

 

"Why do you support which team?"

"It must be Ferrari Diva"

 

"It's up to the test." Willy still gives a bright smile as usual. At first, I thought his smile looked charming. However, it has changed slightly, which may be annoying, distracting, and too bold. Of course, that's the change that happened in his smile, not because of my personal feelings. "I went to see the Grand Prix in Qatar too."

 

"Really?" Once again, Babe looked too excited. I started to feel that he was as annoying as Willy. No, Babe is not that annoying. But Babe, who was sitting with big eyes on Willy, was irritating. "I want to go, but at that time, the schedule couldn't be changed. Yes"

 

"Let's go next season"

"Are you going to go again?"

 

"Plan to go again. Do you want to go with me?"

 

My feelings now make me think back to the fourth grade, when I just moved to a new school. I was sitting with a group of friends. Listening to them talk about an anime that was popular at the time, even though I had seen it myself. I even read Manga to bring it first. However, because everyone is close, they often talk to one another. There is no space for outsiders like me to intervene. 

 

Even though they invited me to sit together, there was only an empty seat. Not because that group needs me, I know that it may not be comparable in one place. Babe is not paying attention to my existence like those four children. And I didn't feel as hot in my heart as I do now.

 

However, one thing we have in common is that I chose to get up and walk out. Whether it's anime or F1, it's no different. I understand, but I no longer want to listen to it.