PitBabe series2

The time on the mobile screen is 09:32 a.m. This is the right time for me to prepare to go to the practice field. It is also time for someone to come out of the bedroom. But the room door is still tightly closed, and no sound is coming out, which is unusual.

 

"Ken"

 

I knocked on the bedroom door, but there was no response. I tried listening for a sound on the other side of the door, but there was no sound of turning and moving. Suddenly, an idea quickly popped into my head. Are you dead?

 

"Ken", I called his name again with a louder voice, Kenta" Everything is still quiet. I'm starting to feel bad. Because now it's time for Kenta to wake up for an hour. He has been Tony's working robot for as long as I can remember. Because he wakes up at the same time every day, even if he doesn't set an alarm clock, Kenta will wake up at precisely eight o'clock. Get up, wash his face, brush his teeth, and go out for a run for thirty minutes. Then he takes a shower whilst I go to get breakfast. He does the same thing every day, whether on weekdays or holidays. Sleeping until half past nine is not his habit.

 

I ran into my bedroom, opened the drawer next to the head of the bed, and took out the largest bunch of keys in the house. I turned over to find a flower with a sticker that said "Bedroom 2" on it. I rushed back to the bedroom. I inserted the key into the doorknob before opening it without permission.

 

The image I saw was of Kenta still lying in bed, asleep soundly, even though I had invaded his bedroom. Even if it's normal, just the sound of my footsteps passing in front of the room should have him wake up.

 

"Ken"

 

I grabbed his shoulder and gently shook it a few times. The sleepy boy was startled and opened his eyes.

 

"Kim..." Kenta's voice is hoarse—worse than the hoarseness of someone who has just woken up. His face is pale, and his lips are clearly colourless and dry. "Is there anything?"

 

"It's late, and you haven't woken up yet. I knocked and didn't answer, so I thought you were dead," I replied. I was relieved that Kenta hadn't been as bad as I feared. He seems to be just sick with the flu.

 

"What time is it?" Kenta asked with a puzzled expression before sweeping his eyes around. I'm unfamiliar with the place, even though I've been sleeping here since I left home.

 

"Nine and a half"

 

"Oh..." He even seems surprised that he has been sleeping for so long. Both he and I are early risers. Waking up early is refreshing, and I have plenty of time to get things done each day. As for Kenta, as I said, he has been trained to get up early. Therefore, sleeping late is a clear sign that his body is weak.

 

"I'm not feeling well," he said while putting my hand on his forehead. As I thought, Kenta's forehead was hot. It's not strange that he would fall asleep without knowing anything like this. "Today, go to bed, take a break. I have to call. Are you looking for someone?"

 

I mean the person at his big house. I don't know if it's gone or not. I don't know if there is a leave system like the one for company employees, because I see Kenta working every day. Never have a day off with others.

 

"It's okay," he replied. "There's nothing today. He doesn't care if  I’m gone." I know Kenta didn't say that with disdain. Just telling the truth that the people in the big house don't care much about his death. If there's nothing you want to use, I don't think of it. Kenta never asked for the redemption of the raw suffering. Kenta is used to this. But it's I who feels depressed that he was forced to get used to being abandoned like this.

 

"That's good. You get a good rest," I said. "I'll go make porridge for you." After saying that, I immediately got up to make him breakfast. 

 

"Aren't you going to practice?" Kenta asked. He looked at my outfit. Jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket don't look like homewear. 

 

"At first I was going, but now I have changed my mind."

 

"It's okay," the patient said as if he were being considerate, even though I didn't have time to tell him.

What is the reason for changing your mind? "Go practice, I can live."

 

"What's wrong?" I squinted at the person on the bed. "Hero?"

"What?"

 

"I can miss practice for one day, it's fine."

"Oh! Well, I..."

 

"Today, your job is to rest and not argue with me." Kenta gasped before slowly shutting up as if he didn't dare to argue. I don't like this method at all. But when Kenta is stubborn, the only way to make him obey is to give orders. Because he's been used to receiving orders all his life, he doesn't understand the request for cooperation. He doesn't even understand the concern others show. Therefore, he's not sad, even though he says he is, because he's worried. I want to follow. If you want the robot to obey, you must enter clear, decisive, and emotionless commands. That's how he will understand best.

 

"I have a fever, I'm not dying either...." The sick person muttered softly.

"What did I say just now?"

 

"Well, let's go. Whatever you want me to eat, I'll make it."

 

But in the end, he could only complain. Kenta pulled the blanket to cover his neck before turning over. He turned his back on me. He looked like he couldn't argue, so he played the role. I don't know if he expected me to be shy. But whether he hoped or not, that would never happen because telling the sick to rest is not a mistake. But how is that a concern? 

 

I left the Japanese person lying in the room and went to the kitchen to prepare the porridge ingredients. The refrigerator has minced pork left over from making stuffed eggs the other day. There are a few pork ribs in the broth when simmering. The new egg has just been opened, and only two eggs are fried with garlic. (I don't think of frying it myself anyway. Just invest in simmering. Soup, instead of using seasoned soup cubes, is considered very luxurious.) Coriander is ready —coriander. What else is missing? Oh... What about rice?

 

The empty rice bucket makes my mind wander. Even the steamed rice I cooked yesterday is down to only half a cup. Even if Kenta is sick, this rice is not enough medicine. Therefore, I have no choice but to take my wallet and go to the supermarket. It's good that it's not far away—just a five-minute walk. But if Kenta is the one to buy it, he will drive every time. That man will not walk along the sidewalk, road or anywhere other than the building. He will agree to walk where he can't drive, even if it doesn't look like a Japanese place. Japanese people like to walk with everyone.

 

Weekday mornings are so busy that just stepping out of the house is already a headache. The car is busy on the road. Everywhere I look, I see only office workers carrying their things and heading to work. It's almost ten o'clock. Most of the people I see now are those who work for a foreign company or a new-generation company that enters the event later, or who can choose the time to come to the event. 

 

They dress quite comfortably. Because there is no uniform, they can express themselves to the fullest. Not looking formal until it's uncomfortable. Seeing it makes me think of myself. If it weren't for being passionate about racing and pushing myself to become a racer like now, I wouldn't be any different from them. Otherwise, it may be worse, because being an office employee in Korea, which is organised around an intense seniority system, is not fun at all. It's good to choose to race here.

 

I chose to use a small alley next to an apartment as a shortcut. This way is quieter. There are not many cars passing by. I can walk straight to the supermarket. I walk through this way so often that I remember everything in the alley. There are three giant trash cans, one of which will be constantly emptied, and a grocery store with Grandma sitting in front of it from morning to evening. 

 

The house in the middle of the alley will have three small, medium, and large red children's bicycles, parked side by side at class time, and will disappear after school. Next to the bicycle house, there is a parking lot that closes the entrance to the house every day. That blue Chubaru Forester is never old. It's so shiny that it attracts my eyes every time I pass.

 

Except today. What made me freeze was an unfamiliar car. Is it lost?

 

The bright red Toyota Supra MK4 doesn't match anything in this small alley. But the most wrong thing is probably the young man standing, sucking on a soft drink from a bag at Ama's shop next door. That familiar, annoying face ruined my peaceful morning in seconds. Just standing and sucking water. He still looks like a street hoot without trying. He should list this special ability on his resume in case he doesn't want to get a job.

 

"Oh! Alien!"

I intended to pretend not to see him and walk away, but my legs moved more slowly than Gui's thoughts and eyes.

 

"Long time no see, I miss you."

 

Winner rushed to me as if he were really happy to meet me. His smile looks so sincere that it's creepy. If someone passed by now, they would think we were best friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. Even though we are not even close to the word "friend." I still don't want to use the word creature in the world at all. In addition to the destructive fire, like I can't dig up, the personality is not very sociable. The only advantage is the ability to race. Which may now be overtaken by the new generation, because since the story happened two years ago, Winner has not competed in the field again.

 

"Do you see it wrong?" I narrowed my eyes at Winner. "Who do you miss?"

 

"It's you, my friend." Gui pretended to hug my neck. But fortunately, I managed to divert and run away in time. That's why he only grabbed the air. "What is this... Why do you act so distant?"

 

"So when did we get close?"

 

"How... You can ask," Winner moaned. Have you not punched me in the mouth many times? Is it not close anymore?"

 

I want to laugh at that stupid joke, but it might make the other person think we trusted each other, so I chose to swallow the funny lump instead.

 

"What the hell are you doing around here?"

 

"I'm saying hello," Winner laughed. I shouldn't have thought that he looked more relaxed. It's like I didn't intend to find something serious. I just did it to tease. But even so, I can't trust this person anyway. "Just passing by, don't make a suspicious face."

 

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it."

"I didn't come to you anymore."

 

"Does it mean that someone intends to come to see you?"

 

"Probably so," Gui shrugged, "Do you know where he is?" Winner's eyes changed. The aura of this story's unusualness is not difficult to guess. The story of the place and Winner appeared around here, even though he was far from the big house. Both the person he said he intended to come and the question were just now.

 

The story that Kenta often comes to live in my house should not be difficult to investigate if Tony becomes suspicious. This kind of thing takes a few days; it's uncertain. He may even send someone to follow Kenta for a while—only if we are careless. I think that the people of that house probably don't give much importance to the servant dog that has become a rotten dog over time.

 

"Who do you mean?" I asked curiously, although I was sure the other party knew I was playing. 

 

Who do you think I’m talking about?

"So, who are you thinking of now?"

 

"Charlie?"

 

"Don't play with me, Kim." Winner just laughed. He looks smarter when he acts like that. Or he may actually be smarter. At the time, Kenta wasn't following Tony as before, so he would have been promoted. So I have a chance to practice using my brain more. "Charlie, what will happen around here?"

 

"You may choose to be in a place where people like you don't expect."

 

"If he's really around here, you won't discuss it. You guys are protecting each other to the death. I like to play with parents and children in a happy family."

 

I'm serious. Winner knows how to use the brain more.

 

"And another thing, Charlie is not difficult to find. There is such a light on the body to dodge. It's just not the time yet."

 

Hmm... Use more brains, but the mouth still works ahead of the brain anyway. If Tony is smarter, he should be able to think of whom to keep. The answer is clear for use between Kenta and Gui. But if you think about it from another angle, it may be the real intelligence of Tony who chooses to keep people who are not very smart but tame. Kenta has enough potential to resist from the beginning. Just lost in the circle of merit filled with the ear since childhood. Therefore, it takes longer to come out. Until now, Tony has been brave enough to run away from that house. Tony tried to chain him up for some reason.

 

The reason Kenta is not clear, even, is that no matter what, I'm sure it's not a good thing for Kenta.

 

Kenta's story may have to continue, with the boy still to be investigated. But the first step after getting out of this situation is to remind Charlie to realise that the dog gang is planning to play with him. And it looks like it's not just an assassination like I used to do. I can recognise, with some intuition, that this time will be a more stage than the last time, or not...

 

It may be the last extreme.

 

"And I'm really asking. This is open-minded. What, you think you trust Ken?" Winner asked with serious eyes. But I still choose not to open my mouth because I don't know what kind of information, if leaked, might put Kenta in trouble. Therefore, it's best to be quiet. "Do you think people like Ken can really believe it? The size of Mr Tony, who raised him, but he’s small, he can still betray. And let alone you?"

 

I'm still silent and Winner... That guy continues to chatter.

 

"Besides, Ken is not stupid. He already knows who has an advantage in this game. Do you think he will choose a side even if it means a loss? How lucky I am that Tony gave me a chance to do so much. Now it's focused on fully repaying the merit. Only you think that people like him can change. "

 

"If you think Ken is really loyal to Tony, why would you come looking for him?" I intend to be silent to the end. But the arrogant attitude, even though the brain is as big as a bean, is good. I'm too persistent. "Let it work. I don't have to keep an eye on him."

 

"I didn't tell you I came to Kenta," Winner smiled. "There are many people that I want to see, maybe.... Maybe it's someone you know."

 

"You can say whatever you want to say." What Winner said will go out to sea. It's like he keeps saying it. It's up to me which word I pick to confuse. So it's better to cut the episode now. "I know what I'm doing. You don't have to waste time spinning me."

 

"Oh... Friends like me, what are you going to ride?" he said in a high voice. "I'm just warning. As a familiar person, no matter what you think or do, it has nothing to do with me."

"That's good. After this, don't let me see that you came to talk about me... Or my friends"

 

"Uh, the latter doesn't dare to guarantee it." Damn, I really want to pick out his eyeballs.

 

"It depends on who you count as friends." If it weren't for the sick people waiting to eat at home, Winner and I would have something to talk about peacefully for a long time. This time, it's considered that Kenta saved Gui’s life. I chose to leave those head-shaking words to Winner and his red Chupra before walking out and forcing my brain to think only about the brand of rice to buy back to make porridge. It's not nonsense. Should I really trust Kenta?

 

The answer is already clear. I don't need to make any new decisions.

 

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"Uh.."

 

This is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, whether it's the engine of my favourite car, birds singing in the morning, or the music that catches my ear at this time. Compared to my beloved's voice, his voice is just a voice in his throat, which is not fully expressed. But it indicates satisfaction, and because I am the one who made him make that sweet sound, I should be the most delighted person.

 

I grabbed both slender legs and opened for the third time. Because you are a beautiful man, he kept twisting. Squeeze your thighs together until I was almost out of breath, making it look like he won't allow me to play. Even though he seems to like my real play, he doesn't cooperate as much as he should. Some of you are difficult to please, too.

 

"Good job," I couldn't help but complain. Secretly squeezing his thigh a few times as a punishment that hindered the officer's work. "What should I do if I wriggle like this?"

 

"Well, it..." Babe acted as if he was going to argue. He raised his head to look at my face. But when we met each other's eyes, he dropped his head on the pillow again before raising his hand to cover his face and making a bent sound like he didn't know what to do with this situation.

 

"Why is it?"

"If you have to ask, can you get your face out of there for a moment?"

 

"Why did you leave?" I pretended to ask his name, "I like it here." Babe can only cry, oh, with frustration. While I feel so good, I can't tell. In addition to finding something to play with him early in the morning, I can also tease irritable people. Babe likes morning sex only when he is the one who starts. If he is awakened, he will be sensitive both physically and mentally. Pretend a bit and bend instead of trying to get it back as usual. This time is the most advantageous because his brain is not fully awake. You can find that I can tease the weaker person, but it's fun.

 

"Can you do it quickly?" Babe asked in a shy voice, even though he was still raising his hand to cover his face. I don't understand what he's embarrassed about. Isn't it just him who likes to act embarrassingly?

 

"What are you doing quickly?"

 

"That's what I'm doing." The person pretends to straighten his hair with his thighs, a bullying technique I quite like. "You said a lot this morning."

 

"Babe is so bent this morning."

"So who used you to wake me up now, I don't know?"

 

"Ma'am.... When you wake up someone else," I countered. Don't have to say anything about this. People who wake up other people to have sex anytime, anywhere, like him, shouldn't even pretend to annoy me. "I'm sleepy, but I can still do it."

 

"But you scolded me, too."

 

"So why do you have to wake up when you just fell asleep three or four hours before. No"

 

From the beginning of the romantic day, it has now become a battle of words. The stagnant person lies with his arms and does not admit his fault. As for me, I am so persistent that I want to squeeze the mouth of that automatic debate machine a few times to get rid of the suspicion. But I can only think about it. Can I do so much in my life?

 

"Looks like a ghost cat"

 

"Charlie!" His feet came about a stroke faster than his mouth, but fortunately, I took it in time; otherwise, the tip of my chin would have been inserted.

 

"Just kidding." I grabbed his feet and kissed him gently as an apology. I don't know who is at fault in this matter. Or we may not be both. But I can't stand him being touchy for so long. I just like to pretend to be a little angry. That's all. I like it when Babe gets angry because of teasing. It's its cuteness that only I can reach. Which makes me feel even more special. "Cute, not a ghost cat"

 

"You like to find something to make me angry with."

 

"I'm angry and cute."

"You don't have to."

 

"Oh, that's enough." I moved from between his legs up and straddled in a position where our faces were at the same level. At least this should make him see my sincerity. Babe often said that he always forgot to be angry when he saw my face. I was very happy when I listened to it. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder whether it was really called 'forgetting to be angry' in the past. And how big would it be if he didn't forget to be angry with me? "Stop fighting"

 

"Tell yourself, you're the one who started."

 

"Okay, I'm wrong," I admit it, but well. Plus, the smell of the cheeks. One more time, this time, the irritable person seems to be clearly calmer. It means that I'm on the right track. "Don't bother me."

 

"It's good"

"So what's next?"

 

"What?"

"Will you continue or sleep?"

 

"Are you going to wake me up, stir me up, scold me, and then chase me back to sleep?" The words are tickled. But not as much as his disheartened face. Seeing it, I can't help but lean down and kiss the cheek. And this time, Babe cooperates well. He drew his arms up and hugged me tightly. Tilt his neck to the heart. Then change the goal to soft lips. 

 

Our morning sex often does not accelerate (unless it's a rush before going out). In the early morning, you want to hug, ruffle, and give a gentle touch rather than a hot time. The lower person's slender legs automatically open when I press the right spot. Our bare lower body is crushed together, as well as the lips that are difficult to separate. Everything about Babe is addictive to me. At the beginning, I just wanted to continue. Heavier and longer, I never imagined the end once.

 

"Ah....

Just a finger can call a satisfactory reaction. Babe exclaimed gently, his mouth open like grabbing the air into his lungs. One arm hugs me around my neck. Another side brushed on the space beside the pillow until I almost brushed the lubricant tube into bed. It's good that I grabbed it in time. Because no matter what I think, I have to use it again in the next step. There is only Babe. That's where I don't seem to be conscious of anything anymore.

"D... That's it," Babe said in a soft voice, alternating with repeatedly kissing my cheek and bruising. This kind of delusional attitude means that I'm doing well. But instead of feeling satisfied, I want to make it better. It's so good that he begged not to accept it. That's why it's considered a real success. "Ah... Calm down"

 

"I'm sorry." I pressed a kiss on the red mouth. When I was a little impatient, I changed from a finger that performed well from the beginning to something else that would make the person below happier. Based on the facial expression, it shouldn't be wrong. It's just that I didn't give a signal first. That's why he didn't prepare. "Does it hurt?"

 

"It hurts so much. You take it out now."

"Really?"

 

"I'm lying, don't be stupid."

 

I breathed a sigh of relief. At first glance, I heard that, my heart twitched. I thought I would accidentally hurt Babe. It's good that the other person quickly said it was a joke. Otherwise, I would have rushed to jump away and leave him until I had to get up and scold again.

 

"Is it a joke?" I complained non-seriously. Before moving my face down to hide the pranks, dragging the tongue all over the skin, soft and smooth skin, teasing sensitive points, would be enough. Babe made a satisfying sound and also let it out. No matter where you drag the kiss, there is a seductive reaction. This is another reason why I never get bored with Babe's body.

 

"Ah..."

 

Our bodies move slowly. I set the rhythm, and Babe is responsible for responding. Our bodies are close to each other, almost every part, and some parts are particularly close. I feel like he is sucking me into him, melting me, and making me a part of him.

The more I touch it, the less I understand how I could have borne it in the past. 

 

I walk away from him, watching him from afar without touching the cough's warmth. Sleeping alone on a stupid bed that is spacious enough to roll three times, but I never feel that I'm sleeping soundly. I fooled myself before closing my eyes every night that it was just sleeping. It's a routine that I can do by myself. There is no need for any help. He can't sleep without me. Of course, it comes with a feeling of guilt. But I tried to suppress it and remind myself that it's not something I can interfere with anymore.

 

But the truth came out when we came back to bed again. Now I know that all the time I was the one who longed for him until I never rested.

 

"Uh..." I can't help it, his warmth and the faint moaning sound in my ear are unbearable.

 

"Don't give.... Don't let me go home." Babe hugged me tightly. He said in a heavy panting voice. I thought it was cute. He had just realised that, technically, the two of us are not considered to be in the same house. Most of my belongings are still at home. I just bring myself here often because I miss him.

 

"Huh?" I pretended not to hear, even though it was already impossible when his mouth was so close to my ear. I would have to go to the doctor if I didn't hear it again. "What's up?"

 

"Don't let me go home," Babe said loudly. His voice was annoyed because I asked him to repeat the exact words.

 

"Don't let me go back. Where do you want me to go?"

"Stay here, where are you going?"

 

"I'm going to Japan."

 

"It is allowed to go back to carry things," Pak said, but his body language said otherwise. In return for communicating in another way, Babe brushed his hand all over my back, kissed my neck, shoulder, and chest, and acted as if I left now, he would definitely lose his heart. "Or buy a new one, no problem. Take my card and swipe it."

 

"Ma'am... Papa is so cute."

"I can give you everything."

 

"I'm not Babe's stepchild."

 

"You can't be a stepchild, I'm not a boyfriend. What are you going to do with me, Charlie?"

 

"Calm down." I couldn't help laughing. Babe said he understood and accepted my conditions, but even so, he still had a lot of trouble and convinced me almost every chance he got. When we got back together (almost officially), he seemed impatient and acted like I was mean. "Don't you want to punish me? I made Babe very sad."

 

"It's okay, I forgot everything."

Babe is always like this. No matter how much he cries because of me, how much he bullies me or speaks evil to me. Ultimately, he will say it's okay, as if the past pain is not real.

 

It's okay, I forgot everything.

It's okay. I'm sorry.

It's okay, don't do it again next time.

 

He kept saying that until I wondered where his ability to forgive was. Where did I have to make a big mistake? He wouldn't know it's okay again. Or, in fact, that limit never existed in the first place. For him, all my nasty mistakes will be forgiven unconditionally. In exchange for not having to lose me like that? Is this the love I really want him to meet? I'm not sure.

 

"Stop... Stop thinking," Babe raised his hands to support his face. From the corner of his eye, he met my eyes even though he couldn't open his eyes anymore. "Don't think about anything else. Don't think about others. Don't think about anything."

 

"I never think about others."

 

"That's good." Babe’s body twitched periodically. It was a sign that he was Close to touching the edge of heaven "Just think of me, just look at me... Alone"

 

It's funny that he begged me like that. Why did he beg for something certain? Even though it was so beautiful, why? Even though I can look the other way.

 

"Love you"

If I say this, will he be more confident?

 

"Honey... Wait for me."

"Ah!"

 

At the end of the voice that I begged to wait, Babe immediately abandoned me. His body twitched a lot, and his face was flushed all over. The wet touch on his stomach was proof of his happiness. Babe left the example while panting heavily. But still looking at me with greasy eyes, he should be admiring me.

 

"I told you to wait first." I gently stroked the cheek of the person sleeping with a liquid embryo on him. 

 

"Do you mean to wait like this?"

 

I laughed. Of course, my word "wait" doesn't mean this. But it's cute that he released it first, after I said, "Wait for me, just a few seconds."

 

"Why are you so fast today... Huh?"

"Where fast... Not fast anymore"

 

"Well, I haven't finished yet."

"You're slow."

 

"Don't come here." I slowly withdrew while Babe pursed his lips A little because of the feelings that were still lingering. He swept his eyes at me and smiled as if he had just been satisfied with what he saw. That kind of gaze made me feel like a young man he had brought from the host bar. "What are you smiling at?"

 

"Handsome"

"Thank you," I said with a laugh. "I'm glad you like it."

 

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

 

The more I say, the closer I get to being a young host. If that's true, now I might be in a situation where the customer is hooked on me. It's a dangerous period.

 

"Not yet... Completely single"

"Do you want to give it to me... Boyfriend?"

 

"Huh, I don't want it." Babe's charming face made me laugh. Even when he was still single, Babe never made a face like this when flirting with other guys. In fact, he never had to start flirting or even approaching. People like Pit Babe never have to put in any effort with this kind of thing.

 

"Hooh....Papa"

 

"Don't talk too much," I said while moving up and straddling the beautiful man’s chest. This kind of posture may not show much respect for elders. But believe me, this elder doesn't think about such rudeness. "Tell me to wait... Please help me."

 

In addition to not changing, Babe also smiled casually when his cheeks felt the heat, the red mouth revealed, leaning to find his favourite food, then had to feed it to his mouth before shouting. At this time, the two of us worked together. Babe showed our full ability. As for me, I facilitated as much as possible. One hand supported the bed's headboard. The other side was sent down to support the back of the talented person's head. Babe's mouth cavity is soft and hot. Even though he looked pitiful when I accidentally got impatient and choked him. But Babe didn't complain. He looked at me with juicy eyes and eyebrows. 

 

A little beautiful, the image I see now makes him look cute rather than pitiful. Water flows from the corners of both eyes. Because I have made the beautiful person shed tears many times, I can confidently say these are not tears of pain or sadness. It's just an automatic response of the positive body, with satisfaction beyond resistance only. 

 

"Are you okay?" I whispered when I saw that the beautiful red face had spread down to the neck. "Do you want to take a break?"

 

Even though the image I see looks like he can't stand it anymore, Babe won't relinquish his dignity for a second. He shook his head and looked up at me like a challenge. Coincidentally, I'm competitive. So, why let him just challenge?

 

The palm on the side that had once supported the head crumpled the dark hair. The dark hair was almost full of force, but there was no sound. He looked at me. The mouth was full of showing power without giving up. The excitement from the middle of the body spread all over—every nerve molecule. I threw away the restraint when I saw that the other party seemed to want it. And after that, there was only the thirst to cover every square inch on our original bed.

 

I moaned in my throat. As for Babe, only the sound of a coop came out. There is nothing more satisfying than that. I sniffed my mouth, moved and hit as needed because I knew my talented person could take it. And when I was more stubborn, I got closer to the limit. The destination is brighter in front of me. Not far away, I will go to the step where my lover is ahead and waits first.

 

"Babe..."

 

There is only his name in my head, which is why it's the only word that falls out of my mouth. While the excitement flutters all over the body before exploding like a big firework, the head of my brain is white—the body trembles. I accidentally pressed my head hard. I indulged in the destination you dreamed of, but I finally fell out of the trance because of the tip of the nail that was tightly pecked in front of the leg.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

I quickly let go of my hand, moved, and withdrew. Babe lay down, opening his mouth to put air into his lungs and coughing until his face was black and red. His mouth and chest were messy because I did too much of what I wanted—seeing that after this, I had to repay him by pleasing him a lot.

 

"Is it okay?" I asked, while reaching out to pull the tissue at the head of the bed to wipe Babe's mouth, throat, and chest, with a sense of guilt.

 

"Okay," Babe replied in a hoarse voice. He raised his hand and gently patted my cheek. That he likes to do every time, I know I'm thinking too much. I also want to stop thinking like this. Even though we all already know who likes or doesn't like what. What's okay and not okay? When doing this, I enjoy it without problems. But when I come back to consciousness, I often sit and scold myself for doing too much every time. Even though Babe never said anything to me once.

 

"Is your mouth broken?"

 

"No.." I grabbed Babe’s chin and forced him to stay still, but the other person also turned away in an Annoying posture "What's wrong, Charlie?"

 

"Stay still and watch"

"Eh!"

 

"Babe," he really likes me to make a stiff voice, even though he always wants to speak well. But because of him, who is diligent and stubborn, I have to act like a mean person even though I don't want to. "It's okay; just watch it soon. It will be over."

Finally, the stubborn one agreed to stop resisting. Babe, lie still so I can see his red mouth in detail. Even though he made a displeased face and rolled his eyes a little, at least he didn't interfere with the staff's work. After a thorough examination, it was found that there was a real wound on the corner of the mouth. I did it again.

 

When will you be conscious? It's annoying.

 

"The corner of your mouth is hurt," I sighed tiredly before bending over and pressing a soft kiss at the corner of Babe’s mouth instead of apologising. "Sorry"

 

"I won’t die if my mouth is sore. Do you know this one?" Babe squinted at me with a heart.

 

"But does it hurt to use it?"

"Don't be shy, Charlie's, please."

"What are you going to understand, Babe?" I said in a lousy voice because I was tired of arguing. Before leaving bed, he went straight to the shelf in the corner of the room. Open the top drawer and grab a small tube of ointment that I used to apply to Babe’s wound last time.

 

"What do you want me to understand?" Even though I didn't look around, I realised that Babe was flirting with his mouth and neck. He was making fun of me. 

 

"I can't understand that I have a little wound at all. It's like... Is this sore mouth afraid that the poison will enter the heart?"

 

"Well, apply the medicine first. The poison won't reach the heart." With his sarcasm in mind, I walked back to bed with the medicine tube, sending my eyes to scold the person on the bed a little because they saw that they were pretending to run away. "Wait, Babe."

 

"Oh, I don't run. I don't have the strength."

 

Just to apply medicine, you have to scold each other many times. Babe once said that I was the most fun person in the world (at least for Babe). No matter what the situation, Babe always finds something to bother me. But he can't talk about this anymore because I like to bother him too.

 

"Open your mouth a little bit," I said flatly. And Babe responded to the order well. He opened his mouth enough for me to put medicine on the corner of his mouth. Before smiling sweetly, he tilts his neck back and forth as if I'm in a good mood and in a broken mouth. "What are you smiling at?"

 

"Happy"

"That you come back to take care of"

 

That answer made me not respond. Babe, we are happy to be back together as before. But in my head, I think back further than that. I think of when he had to learn to be alone after having me by his side for many years. He had to order food instead of making his own. He sat and ate alone in the quiet living room, played games for single players, swallowed sleeping pills, and slept in this bed alone.

 

The more I see how happy he is that I'm back, the more I can't help but think about how difficult it was for him in the past.

 

"Why do you make such a face?" Babe asked. He would not be able to catch my face. "I don't mean that you're back. I'm going to peck your head. I'll take care of you, too. Whatever you want me to do, you..."

 

"I understand," I quickly interjected before he misunderstood further. I'm glad to be back to care for Babe, too."

 

"But your face doesn't look very happy."

 

Babe squinted at me mistakenly. His cute attitude made the frustration in my heart fade a little. The part that was overtaken was more nostalgic.

 

"Oops!" The exclamation came out of Babe’s mouth softly when I suddenly hugged him tightly. Babe must be confused about my place of origin. And now I can't think of an explanation for my feelings. "What's wrong, dog?"

 

I just realised how happy I am to be back by his side. Although it's not official, at least it's better than the past—better than when we didn't wake up and sleep at the same time.

 

"I miss you," I replied while still hugging him tightly.

 

"Where have I been?" Babe is confused that I said I miss you, as if we haven't been together for a long time. And I didn't just have sex live and hot. "Then, take Who was I just now.. Is it a dog?"

 

"If you say five seconds of walking back and forth to the bed with the medicine cabinet, I miss you. That's a serious condition. I'm here, Charlie."

 

"No..."

"Hey, if I go to the bathroom, will you die?"

 

"That's enough," I said, hugging him and gently pushing the wheelman's head. He destroyed the romantic atmosphere. But on the other hand, I was also grateful for the delay, which made my heart feel lighter. "I just realised that I miss Babe very much."

 

"Did you just realise it?"

"I know I've always missed you. But just now, I miss you so much."

 

"Really?"

"Really?"

"I thought I would miss you so much, be one-sided again," Babe smiled. He seemed a little embarrassed to say this kind of thing from his mouth. "Sometimes I think you might miss me, but  not that much."

 

"Why do you think like that?"

 

"I don't know.." Babe made a pensive face. As for me, I still can't believe that he has this kind of thought. Why does Babe think I don't miss him that much? In the past, I didn't seem to love him enough. "I just feel that I depend on you more. When you disappear, I miss you very much. As for you, you may be more comfortable not having me as a burden."

 

"Slap your mouth"

"What?"

 

"How can you call yourself a burden?" I said in a stiff, dissatisfied voice. While Babe blinked his eyes as if he didn't understand my serious attitude, he was without a flute. "Saying this, aren't you afraid I'm sad?"

 

I always hope that he will realise that being by his side is the luckiest thing that an unfortunate person like me has a chance to get. Taking care of him makes my day more memorable. Learning and understanding him makes me realise what I want to do tomorrow. He is a part of every month, year, every hour and second of me. But he sees himself as just a burden that I will not consider when we have to part. Do you know how sad that kind of thinking is?

 

"Don't make that face." Babe began to misbehave. He looked hot when he saw that my behaviour wasn't a joke. "I misunderstood. I won't think of myself as a burden anymore. Don't cry."

 

"Do I seem to cry?"

"Tears"

 

"Don't overthink"

 

Honestly, I wanted to scold a little more. But when I saw the expression, I felt guilty and couldn't do it. In the end, I could only pinch his nose and punish him. But instead of being sad, the punished person smiled broadly.

 

"If you never look at me as a burden, it's good," he said. It's your full burden. Don't be considerate."

"Have you ever been considerate in the past?"

"There are some."

 

I would like to know if it is possible. The power I have gained will make time stand still forever. As far as I've tried, the longest I can do it is five minutes. When the world is still, five minutes is as long as eternity. I can do many things without being disturbed by the world. Unfortunately, only I am still walking forward. With this condition, even if I could stop time forever, it would be useless, because the person I want to spend the most time with can't walk forward with me. Even if I want to be here with him forever, in the end, all I will have is loneliness.

 

"Nestly, don't be considerate of me. I like to take care of Babe. What is Babe? If you want me to help you, Babe, you can always tell me. If you can, I will."

 

"You will try to be poorer."

 

"It has to be tried anyway. To the extent that I can, it's not that I'm going to conjure everything. If Babe says he wants to rule the world one day, what will I do?"

 

"You will rule the world and give it to me later."

 

I laughed. Babe’s words are ridiculous. But what's funnier is that I might do something crazy like that. I don't know if I will succeed in the end, but I'll try until my eyes are almost bleeding to bring the whole world to him. And seriously, what I'm doing now is similar to the situation. Babe’s resolution is the same.

 

"Delusional," I squeezed Babe's cheeks with one hand until my hand was full. But even though his mouth was out of shape, he still looked at me destructively. This is not a general ability.

 

"Take a shower and go to bed"

 

"I'm not sleepy anymore," Babe said, muffled because he was still being squeezed.

 

"Oh, what are you going to do if you don't sleep?"

 

"Well, it's already morning." He tilted his face away from my palm before staring at me with a puzzled expression, "Didn't you tell me to go to the lab early in the morning?" Babe’s words made me realise that our bedroom was brighter than it was at first. The soft sunlight passed through the small gap between the curtains. The clock at the head of the bed read 06.12 a.m. And about half an hour ago, he and I argued about morning sex, but suddenly I thought it was midnight now.

 

"It's true." I blinked my eyes, still confused that I was so unconscious.

 

How come? "It's all messed up. I thought it was still night."

 

"Do you want to see a doctor? It's all over, brainstorming."

 

"I'm just resting a little," I argued, thinking of Papa, who was piled up a lot. Even though the story is about misunderstanding and mistakes, he is much heavier than I am. When I miss a little, he often talks to me like this: "But talking about finding a doctor, did Babe go to the appointment?"

 

"Go," Babe replied casually.

"Really?"

"Ugh, I go every month."

 

At first, I didn't want to believe it. Because even when I was with you, Babe still didn't want to go to the doctor every month. I had to find a reward to lure him to go all the time. But now he said he went to the doctor every month without forcing it. To be honest, it's hard to believe. So I couldn't help but check his honesty. I touched the back of Babe’s hand. He bent down to look at my hand that touched him as if he knew what I was doing. But there was no protest or shouting. Babe sat still and let me lie with a relaxed posture.

 

"It's true," I said softly when I found out that Babe's words were true. You  go to the doctor every month."

 

"Yes, why would I lie?" Babe said in a shouty voice, looking at me like a fool who worries and mistakes everything. Which is serious. Who would want to be like this? If Babe hadn't always acted so stubborn, I wouldn't have worried. "I go to the appointment day every month, take all the medicine, every meal."

 

I think it's probably a similar feeling to the pride parents have when they see their children grow up, learn to take care of themselves, or do something that hasn't been accomplished since we broke up. My first concern is his health. Physical health is not very worrying, but mental health is considered fragile and risky. I'm so afraid that when I'm not there anymore, Babe won't pay attention to seeing the doctor, won’t take the medicine as the doctor ordered, and will come back to collapse again. I would blame myself for a long time if that's the case.

 

"You're so good," I complimented, proudly stroking his head. "Taking care of yourself.”

 

"It has to be, otherwise I wouldn't have lived until now."

"So why are you so stubborn when I'm with you?"

 

"I just want to stir my feet," Babe floated his face and said without shame. "By the way, you let his uncle force me every month. If I don't go, he will tie me up and throw me at the theatre."

 

"What does it have to do with me, Alan? Is he just worried?"

 

"Don't come, Alan. I know you ordered it again. Otherwise, how will he know that the doctor has made an appointment with me, and on what day?"

 

I wouldn't argue with that accusation, because it's true that I asked Alan to remind Babe to see a doctor every month. Alan said, 'he’s gone' every month. But to be honest, I still don't trust myself because of Babe. The script is extremely stubborn. Alan is easily fooled, but I'm afraid it will look too intrusive if I follow him. That's why I can only worry far away and pray for Babe to reduce his stubbornness.

 

"So, how do you go to the doctor? Alone?"

 

"Go with Po Alan, some Jeff," Babe replied casually, but his answer surprised me a little. "Didn't those two tell you?"

 

"No," I shook my head slowly. I was trying to figure out why those two people refused to say they had taken Babe to the doctor themselves. That should make me feel more comfortable. Again, "Just come to say that Babe is gone, that's all."

 

"Those two take turns taking me every month. Last month, they both went. Take my hand on different sides, I thought you were playing with parents and children."

 

Think of the picture as Babe told, and it's funny. At the same time, I would be grateful to both of them for taking good care of Babe while I couldn't. And if I have to guess the reason why those two didn't tell me the story, it would have to be divided into two categories. In the corner of Pu Alan, he would want me to believe that Babe can take care of himself without needing me or anyone to direct him. As for Jeff's corner, half of it may be the same reason as P's. But another possible reason is that he wants me to worry about Babe so much that I can't stand it, and finally return to Babe.

 

I can see that Jeff doesn't want me and Babe to break up, which is quite surprising, since that child usually doesn't care about anyone's love life. Even his affairs seem to care about no one in his life. Anyone who wants to stay, stay; anyone who wants to go, go. But when it's about Babe and me, Jeff seems offended every time he talks about it. Even though they like to bite each other often, deep down, I think Jeff loves Babe.

 

"Thank you for going to see a doctor."

 

"Thank you, why did I take myself? I didn't take you a little bit." Babe looked at me like I was Stupid again, but that's unimportant. "Stop looking at me as a child."

 

"I never saw Babe as a child."

"But look at each thing you do"

 

"I'm worried." From a grumpy face, it turned into a confused cat that didn't behave properly because he tried to find a quarrel according to his habit. But I didn't respond as he expected. "I'm afraid of not feeling well when I'm not with him. But I was relieved when Babe said he went to see a doctor all the time."

 

"Well, you told me to go there." He stared at my eyes with eyes that were hard to read. It seemed to be brave and trembling at the same time. But his words made me understand.

 

"Both in the notes and the night we broke up, you emphasised not to forget to go to the doctor, and I didn’t.”

 

It's not good for him to care for himself because of my request. If I could choose, I would want him to love himself enough to do it more. I want him to realise how much he is worth of being taken care of. I want him to expect more of himself. I want him to see himself living a long life and being happy until the end, whether I am there or not.

 

"Then it's right that I repeat a lot." But for now, this should be enough.

 

"But from now on, you must return to take care of me as usual. Help the two of us. I'll take care of it. I'm tired alone."

 

After this, I still have some time left. I don't know how much or how little, but I hope it's enough for him to realise those things from me.

 

"Okay, let's help each other."

Please. Give me a little more time.