PitBabe series2

My name means "winner," which is why my parents chose it. No one hates victory. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, victory is still a satisfactory result for everyone. And winning is welcome, even if it is not a competition with a clear win-lose dynamic or a competitor. Some people may overcome fear. Some people overcome diseases. Some people overcome themselves. No matter what form, just be known for winning, and people are always ready to applaud.

 

My name means winner, but I'm not always a winner. It can be called losing half, winning half. I have competed in many forms and with different difficulties throughout my childhood. I tried my best in every competition. But I'm not very excited about its results. If I win, I'll be happy. I can brag to my friends for days. But if I lose, I shrug. Then, think about what snacks I'll buy before entering the house—the person who pays attention to the results of losing and winning in every competition. I'm more than my father and mother. Fortunately, they're not parents who pressure their children to do whatever they want. I want to discover something I like. Something that I do well and can take seriously. But unfortunately, that's why I can't find it to death. I never knew what I wanted.

 

If talking about hollow goals, it's enough. Like other children, I follow the basic steps that are put in place. For example, which line of study will you study after high school, and which faculty will you go to after graduating? Which university? After graduation, what should you do with those things? Because I never really wanted my empty life to go in the past, I just chose what I felt good and what looked good. 

 

One day, about ten years ago, I was in my twenties and accidentally turned on the TV to see a live racing program. I stopped watching because I felt that the racing cars of those bastards were. The shape is eye-catching. And because I had never intended to watch this kind of competition before, I barely understood what the speaker said. Many graphics on the edge of the screen were hard to understand. But when I saw each car rushing forward at speed, I was chased to death. I accidentally won. I chose a car.

 

That race was awe-inspiring for an audience like mine, so I decided (as always) that my next goal was to be a professional racer.

 

That was the first time in many years that my father and mother returned to hope again after agreeing with my essence, less metaphysical. Suddenly, the new goal I had chosen at random came to shine beyond expectations. I joined a famous team, Red Racing. Take the leader of the march to win for the team repeatedly. The ratio between defeat and victory. Leaving us more and more apart, not just fifty to fifty as before. I was praised with praise. Calling me the king made my winner's name sound good.  It makes sense. Everything that starts to take shape makes me understand what it feels like to be part of something.

 

My path as a racer is considered tandem in the same era as the King. Currently, we have started at different times, like Pitbabe. I was one of the courses. And he was the first in the other field. I heard the famous lineup all the time, but never met until The Hollow was born. It became a big field that brought together racers from all directions. That's when I met Pitbabe, the first competitor I'd ever had.

 

Of course, I've been through a lot of competitions. If I count, I wouldn't be able to chase them completely. But Babe is the first person who made me understand the feeling of genuinely wanting to win. It's not just another competition that I must bring myself to the finish line. But it's a battle that I never thought I would have the opportunity to experience. His eyes are full of confidence, a sarcastic smile and his slang. Everything is the fuel that drives me forward. Forget the identity that used to fade and create a new one strong enough to compete with arrogant people like him.

 

I don't know why I hate Babe so much. I only know that hatred for him makes me stronger. That's why I never thought of doing anything to him. Even though people have warned that this intense feeling is eating me, let's eat it. Never mind. If, in the end, I have to die because of hatred, I want to win. That's once it's considered dead.

 

"What did you get?" The master asked smoothly as his hand moved awkwardly on the edge of the new plant pot, as if considering whether it was worthy of his beloved bonsai.

 

"He's still with Kim. Now he’s almost there. When he pretends to stay here, he sneaks out in the middle of the night anyway. A lot of things in the room are gone.

Yes." I reported the information I could find after receiving the orders. Lately, I have been trusted more. The boss assigned me to perform many essential tasks. I know the information that only Kenta would see if it were before. Now, I'm playing the role of the second Kenta. That would be like that.

 

"People who go in and out of Kim's apartment, apart from himself and Kenta, are only Babe. I don't see any other X team. But Babe doesn't stop by often, especially for a few weeks at a time. I only saw this once, and it didn't last long. Probably because Charlie is going beautifully."

 

"Go, beautiful..."

 

He repeated my words, his dark eyebrows furrowed. Or it doesn't sound as smart as he wants it to. "It's beautiful with Charlie, not with us."

 

"But if Charlie is soft-hearted with Babe, it's considered that we..."

 

"Take a new one," he interjected in a stiff voice. If you close your eyes, there will be an image in your head that he is staring at you as if eating blood and flesh. But the picture I see now is only the big man focusing on that expensive tree with pee ears.

 

"We have an advantage or a disadvantage. Think well and answer again." He is like a kind teacher teaching students to use their brains more. So far, I don't understand this master's great plan and goal. I know his enemy is Babe, and our enemy is the same person. That's just a weighty reason for me.

 

But he told me to rethink. What kind of answer did he want to hear when the original goal was to use Babe as a tool to deal with Charlie? Even if Babe's plan to use hardwood fails, they are back together now. They have a good relationship again. Doesn't this mean it's easier to persuade Charlie to give up?

 

Or is Babe going to betray us?

 

Is this what Tony is worried about? If you think about it, how will he? That person is a lover. Even if they have broken up, it is clear that their feelings and bond remain. Otherwise, Babe would not have agreed to accept the offer in the first place. At first, it may have intentionally interfered with or persuaded Charlie. But he may change his mind later because they got close again and were brainwashed by Charlie. Tony is worried that Babe may be changing his mind now. Does it put us at a disadvantage?

 

"Do you think Babe will betray us?" I asked out after trying to use my brain to draw hard conclusions.

 

"Betrayal was the first time," Mr Tony replied, with an attitude, I think. It's his ultimate calmness. "Babe wasn't loyal to us at first. He just did it because he was forced to do it."

 

I don't understand at all. Why does Tony's type of person like to think so complicatedly?

"I don't expect Charlie to give up everything just because of Babe. That kid is tougher than that. But Babe is the best decoy. He will distract Charlie, make space easier for us to work and buy time until the stimulant formula is successful. "But if this is a way to destroy Babe, I probably don't need to understand anything about it. Just follow Tony's game in the end, and everything will come out how I want. I believe so.

 

"Then... What should we do with Babe now?"

 

"Don't do anything," the big boss replied calmly. "It's a waiting game now. Whatever you want, let it follow that. The person we need to care about now is Charlie."

 

"Do you want me to send someone to threaten him again? This time, take the guys..."

 

"Catch him"

 

His voice was so cold that I was freezing to the bone. He didn't need to grip or threaten to waste saliva. I can fully recognise the essence of a short sentence.

That's the point; if you miss this time again, those people will not be the first to die.

 

"The information I got is enough. If you can fully iron it, it won't be more. Now we don't have it. There is time left to walk the pawn."

 

I used to compete in chess games as well. It's one of the games I hate because it's too dull, both in terms of the game style and the competitors I've met. Even though I understand the rules, I don't like winning much because I don't know how to play the other party's pieces. Where is it proud? And my winning ratio in this game is relatively low, so I don't find it interesting. But what does the pawn that Mr Tony mentioned mean?

 

"Even though this method is the riskiest, we must trade it." It means that Babe is a pawn. And Charlie is the king?

 

That's weird. I always think Babe is the king.

 

"There is only one chance. Catch the big guy."

 

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"Do you want to practice yet?" I asked North, who was lying on the sofa. Arriving at the garage, it had been a long time since the break. But this guy kept lying on the couch watching TV instead of getting up to prepare for practice. Would the fire that was in the previous zone start to run out?

 

"Wait a minute, Coach Sonic," North replied while pressing the change of TV channels as if he were looking for something. I don't know where the program is as essential as his practice, but I will force it when the racer is lazy. Why? There's no interest in it.

 

North's channel-changing game ended when he scored the goal he wanted. That is a news program run by a familiar male MC. I'm surprised North is interested in the country's news with him. He usually seems only interested in games, my YouTube channel, and racing. But the news presented now has nothing to do with all that has been said.

 

Alan and Dean, who had just finished trying out a new car, walked into the garage. Before taking each other to sit and rest on the sofa, they also discussed Dean's new car, which has not been tuned well. There is a glimmer that Alan and the mechanic team will be able to work for a long time today.

 

'It can be said that there is a daily trend for the prince of the racing industry, who has become a full-fledged social activist. Some people call him an activist; some say he is just a net idol, which he has never argued. He never said what he was. But he should focus on the issue that he wants to drive all the time. He was previously banned from using social media. Now, he can still come back again. And it looks like he will take it more seriously.'

 

Charlie's story is an issue regularly discussed in the media. No matter where you move, you will be watched. Every movement, even blinking or breathing, seems meaningless. And today is another ordinary day when our brother was brought up as a headline. I also follow Charlie's story in the news because that guy is busy turning his head and knotting his face every day to call. I didn't dare ask about the raw suffering.

 

'As we all know, Mr Charlie is working on a project called Human 101, which aims to protect, reclaim and protect the rights of people with special senses... Well, if I had to tell you from the beginning, it would have taken a lot of time for other programs. I can easily summarise that this is to address the problem arising from Tony Chen's most famous human trafficking case three years ago. Mr Charlie wants everyone to have a choice and help avoid being exploited by the powerful. He, therefore, began to move by organising various campaigns that we see a lot now.’

 

The audience in front of the TV was silent. Although everything that the reporter said was about what we already know, what immobilises our attention is the next piece of content.

 

"In addition to organising campaigns and educating the people, they are also researching and inventing drugs used to break down special Chens to be another option for those who have to live under the restrictions of various Chens. Mr Charlie's movement and his team caused a hot social trend. People began to question the existence of people with a sense. Until the government's policy on this matter, which is what escalates it, because Team 101 has revealed information about corruption. And the use of state power, which can be said to make politicians sit in one place.'

 

'But a few main issues are being discussed right now. One is that a group of people began to note the breakup of Mr Charlie and Mr Babe, the number one racer we know well. It was the same time that Mr Charlie's project was launched. So people wondered that, eh! Or this breakup will come from a different ideology. May Mr Babe have a different opinion? In case anyone doesn't remember, Mr Babe is one of Tony Chen's adopted children. However, no one has ever seen them together. But there is clear evidence that Mr Babe has patronised Mr Tony Chen since he was young.’

 

"What's the point? It's so delirious."

 

I can't help but scold, even though the news has played us because the netizens have been guessing countless times. But I can't get used to it, probably because I'm not old enough to understand these truths, unlike the other three people, who all sit quietly. The face is so serious that I'm starting to be confused. Is this just watching the news, or what are we planning?

 

'The second point is that before, everyone should have seen that Mr Babe and Mr Charlie did not seem to be in song with each other. Many incidents make it clear that the couple's relationship ended badly. But in the past few weeks, there was a leaked image.

 

The couple kept coming out, confirming that there was contact. Come to each other as usual. Now, the voice of netizens began to crack again. Some people say that the breakup is not actual. Just break up to create a trend from the beginning. Some say the couple returned to reconcile, and Mr Babe should persuade Mr Charlie to fold the project away. Lately, we have hardly seen Mr Charlie on the book page. So he said that there will be a secret deal? Is there a tribute to end the story? Because many people still believe that Mr Babe has a strong relationship with the Chen family network. Which is still considered very influential, even though the founder, Tony Chen, has passed away.'

 

The X Hunter audience is still silent. It's so quiet that I feel short of breath. Tension covers the whole area. Even a character like North looks so serious that it's shocking. But the person I'm most worried about is Alan. He seems to be very stressed lately. I don't know if he and Jeff have any problems. But as far as I can see now, there is nothing normal. Even his face... I still can't read what the cloudiness in the eyes means.

 

'With another assumption that I've seen through my eyes a lot as well. That's the reason why Mr Charlie disappeared during this period. Is it because he was being heavily harassed? Before that, he had repeatedly said that someone was always following him. There was eavesdropping and assault many times. How many people are starting to worry that Mr Charlie will be harmed by coming out to talk openly about the state's work and corruption?

 

In the silence, with only the sound of telling the news like chilli to ginger, Alan suddenly got up and walked away from everyone without saying a word. Dean saw that and immediately ran after him. As for North and me, we could only look at them in confusion. I don't know how much North understands, but I don't understand anything now.

 

What exactly happened to our team?

I've never seen us like this before.

 

"You," I called North, sitting still beside me. He looked at my face with a face.

 

Embarrassed, "What's going on? Do you know anything?"

 

"I don't know everything," North sighed. "I just know that Charlie is bad right now. The research team seems to be squeezed in every way about his work."

 

"But yesterday he came to you... Right?" I asked because I realised that he asked to hang up first yesterday when I was talking with North. After all, he said, Charlie came to me at home. At that time, I didn't think anything because North went in to help with Charlie's work as usual. But now I'm starting to feel there is more to it. "What's going on?"

 

North was still. His face was full of hesitation. He would think hard about how to tell me well. Seriously, it's a difficult matter to say. It's not strange if he doesn't dare to say it. But if he decides to close this matter for me, I admit that it will be quite a bit.

 

"The things in the lab were stolen." Fortunately, North finally chose to tell me. Even though the expression doesn't look very confident, "In the lab, there are only a few people who can enter, so they have to ask each person."

 

"Ask?" I raised my eyebrows in doubt. "Did they ask you to? Does he think you're stealing?"

 

"Now, Charlie doesn't trust anyone, but I understand it." North withdrew his Breath for the second time.

 

"The matter that is too big to use the trust system. Anyone who can be suspected must be suspected first. It feels guilty to come to me because of this as well. But there are not many options. And he didn't ask me alone. There are many people. It said that if you think about doubting, you have to doubt everyone possible."

 

I nodded in response. Although at first I was a little annoyed that Charlie came to doubt North. But listening to what North said, it would not be easy for him either. Even if he joined the team late and then left, Charlie loves our team. Not losing to others. Having to doubt each other like this would be the most embarrassing.

 

"So what's the conclusion... What should we talk about?"

 

"It's nothing. Why would I steal it?" North replied, "I'll let him lie comfortably because he's already innocent anyway. When I tried to check that I told the truth, he apologised to me and made a dog face."

 

"It's a look."

"Yes, it's so pitiful."

 

"And with Babe... How are you?"

"It seems like we're back, okay. Like I saw in the news, but not yet agreed to reconcile together."

 

"Hmm... I haven't talked to Babe lately."

 

"Same, seriously, I talk to Charlie more." North's words just reminded me that, compared to people who have left the team, like Charlie, Babe seems to fall out of orbit. "Yesterday I asked about Babe. Charlie said they were together. See you every day, but I said... Oily colour. It's weird."

 

"How strange?"

 

"I can't explain it, but it's not normal." North seems to be trying to think of the closest explanation so that I can see the same picture that he saw. "Can you imagine Charlie in normal times, right? When he talks about Babe?"

 

"I can think of it," I answered immediately. "It's delusional, secretly crazy."

 

"Well, but yesterday it wasn't at all. It smiled like usual, but I could feel it. No, it's like he doesn't feel the same feelings for Babe."

 

"Hey... Crazy," I argued in a high voice. This is one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard.

 

Come "impossible"

 

"I don't know, it's just like"

"There must be a fight."

 

"I hope it's like that." North sighed for the third time. Plus, now he's sitting around his shoulders like a person who's out of mourning. "I don't want those two to break up. I don't know how the team broke up."

 

"Yeah, it's true." I nodded in agreement. "That's why he said not to date at Work"

 

"It's not at work at all. We're a family."

"Then it's even more impossible. It's immoral... Ouch!"

 

North pushed my head as if he were angry for a while. I've also seen Charlie push Babe's head a lot. But that kid pushed me very lightly as if he was afraid that his boyfriend would die because he was gone in the head. It was both cute and at the same time. Unlike what North pushed me just now, this is clearly trying to kill me.

 

"If I die, North.."

"I'm seriously asking, Sonic. Don't you really know that I like you?" The words that were about to flow from my throat stopped in the middle of the car. North stared at my face. Staring openly like never before. In the past, he liked to talk about this as if he were really playing. When I played back, he pretended to be a deviation. Sometimes they played the role of each other. But this time it was different. His eyes were without hesitation, as if he had been preparing for this matter for a month, even though we were still talking about something else. Why did we suddenly appear here? Why did you say it so far?

 

"What's wrong with you?" I asked after a long moment, trying to gather my senses, "What did you say?"

 

"Well, I'm asking," North replied with the most serious expression I've ever seen. "I want to know if what I've been doing is not clear, so you can't see it. Or you can see it but pretend not to know."

 

"Then why am I teasing you?"

"I don't know," he shook his head. "You may not like me." The two of us are really stupid and more stupid.

 

Each of us thinks that the other person's brain is hollow. The name is too stubborn to understand what we are trying to say. We both blame the other person for not recognising it, without realising that the more stupid person is me.

 

Stupid to expect another person to understand instead of changing the new way of communication. Silly to think that you just do the same thing. One day, the other person will understand, rather than making anything clearer. Stupid to believe that you have to wait for a good rhythm to make it successful. Instead of creating a rhythm that comes up by itself. Silly to think that in the end, waiting will be worth it. Instead of thinking that people don't have time to wait that long. It's stupid to believe that the day will come, even though we don't move anywhere.

 

"Really, many things you do are like you like me."

 

"Just like?" North asked with a laugh, "I don't think it's clearer than this."

 

"But you do everything except talk to me directly."

 

North froze, as if he had just been hit in the head by some truth hidden under his nose. It may sound very stupid. And yes, we are all fools. And it's really like that. Sometimes the most correct answer is hidden near us. Realistic camouflage until we overlook it. Most of the time, before realising it, the right answer has expired.

 

"I used to really think that you liked me. And I think I like you too. But every time I say this, you like to change the subject until I understand that Phu is probably just thinking. You don't like me like that. Just like to tease me."

 

"No, why would I be you..."

 

"Well, you act like you don't want to talk about it."

 

"I'm not acting right, Sonic, when you say that."

 

"Then you have to accept it." I didn't have to say anything like this to North. Because for me, this story ended in my head for a long time. "You missed the opportunity. I missed my chance. Now we just have to accept it."

 

"Accept what?" North asked back. His expression was confused. "That's it, I said it. We agree. Now we just start over. What's wrong?"

 

"The problem is that it doesn't match anymore, North."

 

This is the moment that I'm most afraid of—always scared because he is the smile that I'm most familiar with in my life. Turn around and see it. It's so bright that it always invites you to smile. Because of that... That's why I'm most afraid that I'll be the one who destroys it. And I really did it.

 

"What does it mean?" His voice trembled because he heard those kinds of eyes. I immediately became hot. "What's wrong?"

 

"It's our feelings"

 

I hate his tears.

 

Just like I hate myself now.

 

"That I say I like you. It's when I think you like me." Actually, it's not his fault. And it's not my fault either. The fact that our feelings never converge is not anyone's fault except that it has no place for us in the beginning.

 

"But when I thought it wasn't, I tried to cut my heart."

"Sonic no..."

 

Just him and me. We shouldn't converge in parallel forever. This is the best relationship.

 

"And now I can do it."

 

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Having Charlie as a brother has always been easy until today.

 

I've been looking at my hard-headed brother, who has been trying to install the computer for a while. I don't know what to say because if I do, I won't listen. And until now, Charlie seems to be still. I still don't realise that I'm moving five times slower than usual. The centre point frowns intermittently, and the slanted body is confused when trying to move in time with it.

 

"Enough," I said in a soft voice while looking at him with my arms crossed.

 

"What else?" Charlie replied as he ducked under the table to plug in the computer screen cable. He didn't even look at my face. Probably because he realised that he would be complained about, that's why he refused to make eye contact.

 

"Go to bed"

 

"What are you sleeping? I just woke up."

 

"Charlie, you're not feeling well." I used a stiffer voice. This time it works. Charlie agreed to come out from under the table. Let down and sit on the same work chair that was brought from the old lab, and then sighed long. "Don't sigh at all. I can see it. Look at your condition, too."

 

"It's like this. I've had a little rest lately."

 

"I know, why can't you rest?"

 

"Where does it stay?" Charlie replied in a soft voice, sweeping his gaze around the new lab that suddenly needed to be moved to rely on, because everyone had commented that our old lab was no longer safe.

 

This place is quite far from the original lab, so it is no longer in the city. After many problems, Dr Chris suggested that we quickly move the lab first for the safety of both ourselves and the work we are doing. 

 

This new house is a large warehouse that has been renovated into an operations centre. There are meeting rooms, workspaces, labs, and living rooms for everyone. Dr Chris said that this place was originally built like his own villa (but it's not like A little bit). One is that it was a warehouse before. The second is around the forest, and the third is where normal people would build a laboratory in their villas. When something happened, he thought this was the right time to take advantage of it. Therefore, we collected and moved everything here instead. And will hold here as the centre until there is a reason to move again.

 

"Let it go, Jeff." A small voice sounded before me. Liu walked in with a box, with a large beaker in front of it. Today, she's not wearing a dress. Cute like every day. There are only white T-shirts and jeans. Looks bold and strange. But she probably didn't intend to change her look, perhaps because today requires more labour than usual. "This person, even if it's in the coffin, he won't rest."

 

Charlie rolled his eyes but did not argue a word. Of course, because what Liu said is true. Charlie is much more stubborn than he seems. Outsiders who look into understand that Charlie is a child. It's easy to live with a stubborn person like Babe. But in reality, Babe’s stubbornness is not even half of Charlie's.

 

"This condition should be waiting for you to fall before you can rest." The first one is still not hurt enough. Charlie was shot again for the second time by P'Touch, who carried two big fans at the same time. Although he is not young, he’s shockingly strong. Inadvertently, it may be stronger than all the young people here. "But it's close. There's no blood on the face. Look at the doctor's colour."

 

The other party threw the stick to the third follower. Doctor Chris walked along with two medicine bags in his hand. He didn't even stop looking at Charlie. Instead, he walked straight to the table in the middle of the hall before carefully placing the things in his hand on the table.

 

"If you really want to die, go die somewhere else. We are afraid of ghosts."

 

His expression remained still. The tone of voice is smooth. Two hands handle the equipment to check that all parts are still intact. And not broken or damaged during moving. As for the words, of course, they still hurt like hell if I'm Charlie. I would choose to run out and die outside to know and survive because of the people here, but because we've been together for a long time. Now, Charlie is still sitting there, accepting blessings in the same place, and not looking in much trouble.

 

"I'm just tired," Charlie replied with an attitude that he didn't have the strength to fight. And as he said, he was just tired, the talented man accidentally frowned without realising it. Just by looking at it, I know that his body is protesting heavily, not just general fatigue. "There is still a lot to do. How can I rest?"

 

"Do you think we've done this far so that you're tired to death?" Dr Chris's hands are still busy with the device I don't recognise. His mouth is still working impressively as always. "Other people don't know. But we're here because of you. If you die, we'll leave it to you. Don't continue."

 

"Brother Chris..."

 

"If you still want us to continue working, go to sleep. We will follow up to check if, no matter how severe the symptoms are, we will wait for the doctor to die."

 

Doctor Chris didn't give Charlie a chance to whine. His attitude was relaxed. But what he said just now was clearly an ultimatum. Charlie is still stubborn and no longer listens to others. From now on, it's not just a normal sarcastic complaint anymore.

 

"Let's go. It's still good for an hour." I turned to look at Charlie's face and tried to help lull him. Another force "Other things, I'll see for you."

 

Charlie remained silent. His face clearly expressed that he did not want to follow. But he agreed under pressure from all directions from the researchers; he chose to come in by himself, with his hands. He chose only a strong body.

 

"Then let's leave it to me."

 

It seemed to hear a big sigh at the same time. Liu and Touch smiled with satisfaction. Before carrying things straight to the lab, when they listened to the long-awaited answer from Charlie, Dr Chris was opening the tablet to check something. But the corner of the mouth was slightly raised.  It should be enough to realise that he is equally satisfied.

 

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I opened the door to the bedroom without knocking. I knew it was bad manners, but I did it anyway. Because who knows, I might see something good because of my lack of manners.

 

The patient who was ordered to rest is lying in bed and breathing. There is no place to open his eyes, even if another person breaks into the room. I stopped standing by the bed. Before folding my arms and looking at Charlie quietly, the external body still looks normal. In addition to the fact that it looks dim and under the eyes, nothing else seems to worry them. But that doesn't mean that he will be fine. If you just look at the outside, you can diagnose the disease. The years I spent in medical school will become just a waste of time.

 

"Get up, you're pretending to sleep, and I'm uncomfortable."

 

The cunning sick person slowly opened his eyes. Charlie leaned up and sat down. Tear a smile as if thinking. Really, you can fool me. Who does this kid think he is?

 

"I'm already asleep," Charlie quickly made a Defence before I started investigating. "But I couldn't sleep anymore, so I got up to play."

 

"Well, never mind," I answered heartily before dragging the chair in front of the desk to sit right next to the sick person's bed. "So how is it... Symptoms?"

 

"I have a headache from time to time. I'm tired. I should rest less. I've been busy these days with Many things, I know."

 

"You don't have to help diagnose. I’m  a doctor, not you." Charlie shut up and stared like a child who had been scolded. Seeing this, I realised that Charlie is only twenty-four years old now. If he's a normal child, he just graduated from his first job. He just left the university. Moved from a student to a full adult. But Charlie's twenty-four is not like the other children. He is the twenty-fourth child, the head of a doctor in his thirties, like me, and includes two other scientists older than him for a round and two rounds. He took care of his younger brother, who was only two years older. Trying to help millions of people he didn't know and trying his best to protect his first love to live a normal life, even if he had to lose everything he had.

 

Charlie, at the age of twenty-four, is much stronger than I am. He has lived a hard life, as if he had only a life expectancy of thirty years. Hmm... But I don't know. If he still insists on living like this, he's not sure. The metaphor just now may become true.

 

"What's wrong with you?"

"What? I told you..."

 

"Charlie", I stared at his face while asking seriously at Su in a low voice because there was only me and he here. At least in this room, I want to hear the truth that does not have to be screened or edited from his mouth. "Tell me... What's wrong?"

 

Charlie looked at me still. He opened his mouth as if he was talking and shut up as if he couldn't speak. His lips trembled as much as his eyes. His eyes were red. He took a deep breath again and again as if he was trying to gather courage. But as if it was not enough.

 

"I.... I don't know."

 

His voice trembled. Clear tears dripped on the back of his hand. This is Charlie, who is the most fragile I've ever seen.

 

"But I don't think you can treat me."

 

My ego is very shaken. I have been a doctor and have treated and saved countless lives. Because I know that's my duty. Even if there is a patient who dies at my hands, I will close my eyes and always tell myself that I have tried my best. I let go quickly and easily, and I never see myself as an unskilled doctor.... Until today.

 

My soul is in turmoil because of a boy I pulled into my life just for fun. I don't expect anything from him more than being a bridge for me to get out of the past. And help me enjoy life a little more. I don't expect to learn from him. I don't expect a bond, a string or a meaningless trust like others have. I just want to have fun. But now it's no longer fun.

 

Now I'm blaming myself for not being good enough to know what Charlie is going through, and I'm blaming him. I'm angry that Charlie said I can't treat him, even though I know it's true.

 

I asked about the symptoms even though Charlie said it was useless. I forced it. No, threatened him. I asked Charlie to answer until I was satisfied. I ran down to gather all the equipment needed for the examination and carry it out as thoroughly as possible. But the more I checked, the more abnormalities I found. It was a disorder that I didn't know how to explain to other doctors. Anyway, I only knew that this is not a disease that no doctor can treat. It's like Charlie said. I can't treat him.

 

Charlie didn't blame me. I didn't want to blame myself. But it was all out of control. No words came out of my mouth. My brain was empty. I could only sit in the same chair. Sitting and looking at Charlie, who was crying and saying to me repeatedly, " Don't tell anyone. Jeff doesn't know. And then... Absolutely don't know. I didn't get a promise. It's normal for me not to promise or accept promises from anyone. Because I believe it's a snare with my neck. Or today or the next day, that snare will be pulled and strangle me to death.

 

Charlie made me lose my identity too much.

 

I can't lose anything more.

 

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Charlie arrived home later than he said he would, but survived because he called. Let me tell you in advance that I'm still busy with work. I may be back a little late. Let me have dinner first. His tired tone makes me not want to have much breakfast. I can only tell him not to overdo it. And I will wait to see him at home.

 

Today, we agreed to spend the night at Charlie's house. For the ridiculous reason of the owner of the house, who said that he often sleeps at Babes' house. But I know that he's really just too lazy to pack his things. And it's not my fault either. I told you to move back together until the end. But Charlie kept playing and saying that you have to be a boyfriend before we can be together. I really believe it. Speak like the old people.

 

After sitting and sleeping until the end of the day, my day seemed to have just started seriously when Charlie opened the door. He still looked like morning. Walking like a paper doll. Poor that I didn't dare to bend it.

 

"Has the lotion been yet?" Charlie, who had just finished taking a shower, asked me, who was rolling around in bed. I shook my head back instead of answering. Before turning over to lie on my back, I spread out in a starfish position. "Why don't you apply it?"

 

"Lazy"

 

"I'll complain that it's itchy. Scratching until it's a wound again," Charlie complained without seriousness. Before walking to get a bottle of lotion from the dressing table and standing back to support my head, his face was tired. "Will you paint it yourself or let me apply it for you?"

 

The first answer that pops up in my head is to apply it. But the conscience pushes me to work harder and want to present the answer on the opposite side. Given that Charlie is very tired today, I shouldn't use him to do anything for me. Otherwise, it will be considered a terrible boyfriend.

 

"I applied it myself," I answered confidently. I sat up and reached out to grab the bottle of lotion in Charlie's hand. But only the air came back because that handsome man pulled his hand away and deliberately pretended "What... Take it"

 

"I applied it for you."

 

"Oh!" I shouted softly, "Then why do you ask?"

 

"I thought I was going to say paint it for me."

 

Charlie knew everything about me, so he looked a little disappointed that I chose to do it myself, even though I hoped well. I don't want to use it for people who are really tired.

 

"Aren't you tired?" I asked while gently extending my right arm to Charlie's lotion. The fresh scent is like flowers and green leaves. It makes me feel relaxed. Charlie is really good. How can he make me feel comfortable and feel guilty at the same time?

 

"Hee?"

 

"Well, today you said you were busy all day, and when you came back, you looked very tired."

 

"Oh... I'm normally tired," Charlie replied casually. "When I eat and take a shower, I feel better. Then it's very comfortable... Give me the other side."

 

I extended the other arm to Charlie's lotion. His eyes looked at my arm. As for my eyes, they were fixed on him. No matter how long it has passed, the same questions have been in my head since the first days. Until now, they still go around and don't go anywhere. Why do people like him love people like me?

 

The more I see the good hope and what he treats me to, the more I can't imagine how much good I have to do to be worthy of such a good person. Or from now on, I have to start doing more good deeds. It should be more reasonable for me to have him by my side.

"Why are you staring?" Charlie looked up and met my eyes. The corners of his mouth raised a little smile. 

 

Know how good you look when you do that. "Do you like me that much?"

 

"Just enough."

"Babe should have replied that he doesn't like him, but he loves him."

 

"Don't have to write the script for me."

 

Charlie chuckled while giving me a leg raise and putting it on his lap to receive the service in the next section.

 

Yes,"

 

"But you take good care of me," I said. "I've never been born to put cream on me.

 

"I've been doing it for a long time. Aren't you used to it?"

 

"I'm used to it, but I still feel cute."

"I love you. That's all, it's still considered small," Charlie said. His big palm stroked the calf until the cream was absorbed before squeezing the cream into his hand again and then spreading it on his thighs. "To find a boyfriend, you have to find someone who can take care of this much. Can't be less than that."

 

"I'm lucky that I found it. Otherwise, I'll be single for the whole country."

 

"No... Better than me, I have a lot more."

 

"You talk like you've never gone out, Charlie." I narrowed my eyes at the boy. I couldn't believe he would think a man like himself would be easy to find. It's like finding a condom in a convenience store. "You're considered a rare person. Before you get here, my eyes are almost splashing."

 

"Don't talk, I'm the one who's bleeding in my eyes before I get a baby."

 

"Hmm... Let's not argue." I made a face at him and stretched out my hand to scratch his chin to play, but it seemed that the dog didn't want to play much. Charlie shrank his neck and ran away. Plus, he hit my leg loudly to stop poking him. "What are you embarrassed about? I like you first, don't I?"

 

"Of course, like Babe, has he ever liked anyone before?"

"At least I used to think I liked you first."

 

"Just thinking"

"Well... So why did you like me first?"

 

Charlie shook his head and smiled before paying attention to applying the cream on the other leg. I put a smooth cream with both hands all over my legs. While squeezing rhythmically, I intend to massage it too. Now I feel relaxed as if I'm in a fine spa. Leaning back down, I would have fallen asleep. If it wasn't for that, Charlie began to speak strange things.

 

"Does Babe think I'm stupid?"

 

"Huh?" I frowned at that question. It has no origin. It also looks very ridiculous. In my opinion, "If you're stupid, who else is smart, Charlie?"

 

"I don't know." Even his tone of voice was so strange that I started to feel uncomfortable.

 

"Sometimes I don't know much about anything."

 

"Is there anything?" I chose to ask honestly, "What's going on at the lab today?

 

Really... Or who said what?"

 

"I don't have it."

 

"So why do you ask like this?"

 

"Because I want to know if Babe thinks I'm stupid or not." As if my body stopped working for a while, the whole world is not just stationary but spinning back and forth until I can't recognise my existence anymore.

 

"That can fool each other like this.. Because of me, right?" He looked up and met me with red eyes. As if he had tried to hold back for a long time, but finally couldn't stand it. The water poured out of the beautiful eyes that had only looked at me since the first day. Just blinking lightly, tears dripped down my legs. The second his tears touched the skin, I felt like it was acid water that was about to eat down to the bone.

 

"What are you talking about?"

 

I know what he's talking about, but asking like that because I hope it won't be what I think.

 

"Does Babe really want me to say it?"

 

I don't know. I don't know if I can accept it.

 

"If I say it, after this.

 

... I can accept it."

 

My body used to stop working. Now it's shaking like you. Charlie has never made me feel so scared before. The eyes he looked at me. It was bathed with disappointment and regret to the extreme, as if his world collapsed in front of him. And I know how painful it is because my own world is about to be gone too.

 

He.. It's my whole world.

 

"Please... Sorry," My voice dried up within a second. In the diphtheria, it was like there was a big stone in the way. I tried to look at Charlie's face. Trying to reach out to him, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it. "Charlie... I'm sorry."

 

Charlie let go of my leg before getting out of bed and standing with his back to me. That kind of posture broke my heart because it was not just that he didn't want to touch me, but only my face. He didn't even want to look.

 

"Fooling me, playing with my feelings is considered too much," Charlie said with a trembling voice. He raised his hand to cover his face and cried. His broad shoulders trembled pitifully. I wanted to walk in and hug him. But that's only in my mind. It's hard to breathe alone. "But now you're going to cooperate with the person I hate the most."

 

"No, Charlie, listen to me..."

"How did you do it, Babe?"

 

He turned around. But when I saw that pair of eyes, I hoped that what was happening now would not be true.

 

"Lying to each other... How can you do this to me?"

I hope he doesn't turn around. I'd rather talk to his back than see the eyes that look like someone who has never been in love.

 

"Will Babe get me back?"

 

"No, Charlie... No, it's not."

 

"Does Babe want me to hate Babe?" It doesn't matter anymore. This house, a new car, Xhunter, Willy, Tony, a special person, an ordinary person. The lire, the dead, or the world out there is nothing more important. Just the word hate, one word from him. My whole world has nothing important left in it.