PitBabe series2

Chapter 37

 

"This"

 

Quiet

 

"Charlie"

 

There was no response from the glasses boy you called.

 

"Auntie"

 

"If you don't withdraw your words, don't talk to us."

 

I couldn't even say anything. I could only open my mouth and look at the angry boy's face. I can't believe that he would take the nonsense so seriously half an hour ago.

 

"Don't criticise Charlie."

 

"How can you talk to me?" Charlie turned to stare at me as if I had just talked about

 

It's so bad that it's at the level of destroying humanity.

 

"Well, you're ridiculous."

 

"Hey", and the more I said, the harder he shouted. "When I'm still, saying that Babe is ridiculous."

 

"Well, I've never been silly."

"Oh ho," he opened his eyes as big as a goose egg at me. "You can talk."

 

"What?"

 

"Babe is so ridiculous."

 

"You said I was me!"

 

"Well, I'll say I'll be first."

 

He said, and then shook his face and ran away again. Recently, Charlie has been diligent with me, even though this was my absolute duty. Why did he come back this time to compete for the face? And this means that I have to be on his side?

 

Is it good to go back?

 

"Oh... Charlie"

 

That's what I said. It's better to hold back. He will come back. Bigger than before, now Charlie has even more wings and stiff legs.

 

"I can withdraw my words. That guy is not handsome at all. He doesn't match my specs at all. I can't compare to you, not even the tip of the nail."

 

The sculptor had a slightly softer attitude when he heard the satisfactory keyword. Charlie glanced and turned to look at me. The mouth was still upside down, expressing dissatisfaction as before. But at least the tone of voice that replied did not sound the same as the first time.

 

"So why did you just say specs?"

 

"That's what I said."

 

"But Babe's face likes him."

 

"So what are you going to do? He's a celebrity. Say it to me, and He will like you back if I like it."

 

"Does that mean that if he likes me back?"

 

"Huh?"

 

"And there are a lot of celebrities who like Babe."

 

From a disaster to actual destruction, I would not have been born. I came to bother someone. In the past, I was never shy because no one made me feel that way. But now that some people want to be shy, I've found it much more difficult than I thought, and it's not making him feel angry either. It also makes me feel angrier. I'm going crazy.

 

"This is said to people that they are all crazy."

 

"Does that mean that if he is crazy, he will be in the way of Babe?"

 

"Ouch! Charlie!" I really can't take it anymore.

 

Why is it so difficult to bother people? I'd rather use my right to return to being grumpy.

 

"I praise you for your handsomeness every day. You never pay attention. When I praise you once.

 

You said I'll take him. You're crazy!"

 

"I don't want Babe to like other people more..."

 

"How can it be more? Since we've been dating, who have I been interested in? I only care about you every day. Everyone else knows that I love you to death. There is only you alone. I like this person. If you like others, it's very easy. I'll risk my life to take you back to do. Think glasses!"

 

I should have found the right way to hold my boyfriend. Because now, in addition to Charlie giving me a face, I also made him open his mouth. There is no way to argue back. Again, this method is used often.

 

"Will you stop being touchy?"

 

"Stop... It's small," Charlie stuttered. Replying with a confused face, like yet. I can't choose how I should feel.

 

"Very good," I gave him a thumbs up before opening my arms to prepare for

 

The next step is "Let's hug each other"

 

Charlie laughed but accepted it well. He gathered me into a tight hug before pressing. Kiss on my cheeks and ears like I like to do. As for me, I did it back with the same style. I don't want to look at the face.

 

"Is this okay?" Charlie said and laughed.

 

"What?"

 

"I'm being touchy, Babe came and told me to stop being touchy?"

 

"I'm going to go"

 

"Did he do this to Babe?"

"Well, my house does this. What do you want to do?"

 

Charlie didn't answer, just laughed. Which should mean that he was in a better mood, and we left the rhythm of the conversation for a while. Now there is only the sound of breathing. We hugged each other quietly. No one said anything. Charlie wants to spend some quiet time together because that's his love language. Unlike me, the love language should be a quarrel. Or ask him to do something like that, but some strange feelings creep in after a while. Charlie was silent for a long time. He hugged me tighter. There was no posture to let go. Plus, he was always on my face and shoulder. No matter how much he likes silence. But this attitude is not the posture of people who are relaxing.

 

"Charlie"

 

"Huh?"

 

Even his reply was strange.

 

"Are you okay?"

 

He is quiet. That's a sign that I'm right. There's something wrong with him.

 

"Charlie," I called him again. "What's wrong?"

 

His attitude has changed so quickly that it's heartbreaking. Even though he was still fighting with me, he was still teasing, smiling, and laughing as usual, but he only spent a few minutes hugging me. Suddenly, he changed as if he were a different person.

 

"Babe," he finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice was lower than before. And faintly, as if he was about to run out of energy.

 

"Huh, what's up?"

 

"Let's break up."

 

Suddenly, everything seems to be unreal. I'm confused about whether I'm dreaming. Or I'm going to be haunted by the medicine I just took. Why did Charlie say that? Is he misunderstood, or is it I who misunderstood? Or really, he's not getting angry with me about just now?

 

"It's not funny," I said in a deep voice. Trying to force himself out of his embrace, but Charlie forced himself. He hugged me so tightly that I could hardly move. "If you want to pretend, use it. Another pearl"

 

"I'm not kidding."

 

"Charlie, I'm going to be angry."

 

"I'm serious."

 

That kind of tone... Why do you make such a sound? If you want to make fun of each other, you don't think you have to show it like this.

 

"We... Let's break up."

 

I pushed him away with all my strength. At the same time, Charlie seemed to release his embrace. He sat on the sofa. Looking up at me, who was standing only one arm's length away. His red eyes clearly said that Charlie had been crying for a long time. And that's why he wouldn't let go of me.

 

"What else are you going to do?" I asked him in a stiff voice. "I told you, didn't I? In the end, you don't have to do anything for me. Can we just be together? If it dies, let him die together."

 

"No, no... It's not like that." Charlie shook his head slowly, tears falling on the T-shirt.

He tried to take a breath, swallowed a lump of sobbing, and distilled the words with difficulty. "This is not about anything else. It's about me. I'm the only one. I didn't do it for Babe. I want to quit."

 

My tears flowed out like turning on the tap because of the words that he wanted to quit me. This time, there is no reason behind it. I can recognise it. It's really Charlie's feelings. But I still don't believe it anyway. I don't understand anything. I don't know when it started. Or did I do something wrong, and why.... Why is there no signal at all?

 

"What does it mean?" My voice is shaking. I don't want to be like this. But I don't know how to control it. I don't know anything. "That said, I want to quit... What does it translate to?"

 

Charlie cried even harder. He kept crying until his broad shoulders trembled pitifully. But I didn't have the strength to hug him anymore. Sometimes, the person who wants to hug the most right now is probably me. Who is being terminated for the second time? If he is the one who wants to break up, why would he cry?

 

"I can't stand it anymore..." Charlie fought with his own breath to the end of his life. His heart is heavier than when we broke up last time. Even though this time it seems to be a breakup that he has already thought about well, not a sudden breakup like that time. "I don't want it to be like this. I tried, I really tried, but it didn't stand it... I can't stand it.

 

"What are you talking about, Charlie? I don't understand."

 

Charlie said, "I've tried and can't stand it anymore. It's like that, I wonder how much effort and patience it takes to be by my side.

 

"Phu did something wrong?"

 

"No," he bowed his head while still bowing his head. Let the tears drip on the back of his hand like the rain that was falling before the storm raged. "I'm wrong, I don't believe what Babe said because I'm stubborn... That's why it became like this."

 

"The rub said... What did you say?"

 

"Babe used to forbid me to add other people's sense..." Finally, what he said began to take hold in my head. I started to see in the direction of which direction this matter would go. And because of that, my heart was constricted hard with fear. I'm praying that what I thought would not come true. Because in the past, Charlie was always the right one. This time, I hoped with all my heart that he would be right again. May what I said be just nonsense.

 

"Charlie", I want to go to him, but my body is all stiff, so I can only stand here and pressure him to say that crazy thing. "Speak out" If it hurts, it hurts now.

 

Anyway, I can't escape.

 

"I.... I'm forgetting."

 

I still don't understand.

 

"Forget?"

Or maybe.... I may choose not to understand.

"My memories... It's disappearing."

 

I opened my mouth to try to say something, but there was only the wind that came out, as if my voice had been sucked away for a moment. In my chest, it seemed that there was nothing left in it. It's like it's just a hollow frame. I can't recognise and respond to anything but the scary emptiness.

 

I've seen those situations many times. It's not something that just happened, but I chose to overlook it carelessly. Charlie used to be observant, attentive, meticulous, and remember everything well. Lately, he has forgotten many things that seem unlikely to have been forgotten. He asked the same question many times. He used to forget that I quit smoking a long time ago. He forgot even why I had to take medicine every day. But I didn't make a bit because he laughed all over the place. Then say 'I'm kidding'.

 

I kept saying, 'I only read books until I forgot about myself,' even though I knew he didn't have it.

 

I can never forget my story, not even a single thing.

 

"It's been a long time. I don't think it's serious. If I try to surf every day, remind myself often, I won't forget. But it doesn't work at all. It's getting worse every day. The worst thing...."

 

I don't know who will be the first to be heartbroken between us.

 

"Most of the things I forgot... It's about Babe."

 

His brain doesn't choose to delete only my story; it's full of the one. That's why he thinks my story has disappeared the most, because he only thinks about me. That's why he knows that it's disappearing.

 

"Just because you're forgetting me, do you want to break up?" I don't know what I'm hoping for. I hope Charlie will change his mind. I don't know. But I don't want us to let go so easily, like last time. "Don't you think that if we are together? I will remind you every day. What you forget, I will remember on behalf of Alzheimer's. He can still be with his boyfriend. Why can't you live?"

 

"I used to think I could live. I've tried this, Babe. That we're still together every day, this is my effort. But the more we are together, the more we are. I see Babe's face every day. Love Babe more every day. And when I realised that one day I will have to forget Babe. Babe, do you know how painful it is?"

 

I also want to know how painful it is. It will be as painful as the truth that one day I will become just a stranger to him?

"I write down everything about Babe as much as I can think of, write down more every 1

day, recite every day because I think if I keep trying to recite, I will never forget..." Being someone who has been forgotten, or is about to be forgotten. Who is more painful?

 

"But this morning when I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw Babe lying next to me. I had to sit. I thought it was almost ten minutes at... Who is Babe?"

 

Or, really, it doesn't matter who hurts more. I'm hurt because I was forgotten; that's one thing. But seeing Charlie in this pain, maybe this is a sign that I should be less selfish.

 

"Now I think if I'm still with Babe, I'll be crazy." Some places... It may not be wrong to let go of your hands.

 

"The fact that I love Babe more every day... I’m afraid to forget." It hurts to death.

 

But this may be one of the few things I would do for him.

 

"This time I really quit because of myself", and at least this time.... He didn't lie to me anymore. I didn't have a word left to say to him. My strength was gone entirely. I collapsed and sat down on the floor. In the space in front of him. Squatting my face down on my lap, which I had been lying on countless times. Trying to say goodbye to this warmth as quietly as possible. But it's not easy because the more I try to tell myself that it's okay. The voice in his head, the more he shouted back. How can I live without him?

 

"I love Babe. I love you the most in the world."

 

I engraved his last words of love into the deepest part of my memory. I want to remember it forever. But I don't want to think about it often because I will never hear him speak with my ears again. How cruel a weak person like me can handle it.

 

"Love you too, love forever"

 

From now on, I'm the only one who still remembers how much we once loved each other, but it's okay.

 

Just me is more than enough.

 

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One year later

 

The atmosphere at the racetrack makes me feel energised, like every time. The sound of the racing cars' engines may sound annoying to people who are not passionate about them. But for me, it makes the blood pump every time I hear it.

 

In the past, I only sat and watched the competition in the audience's amphitheatre. When I got a bad seat, I barely saw anything. Even the live broadcast screen had to be watched until my neck hurt. But after my good brother got a fan to be the captain of the famous racing team, like X Hunter, I was given the privilege of going in and out of the team's pit as a member. Especially when I was hanging the VIP badge, it was cool.

 

"Hi Charlie," Brother North walked over and patted me on the shoulder, greeted me as friendly as ever. He is one of the big racers who is considered very eye-catching this year. His statistics are more elegant in every competition. Although his personality can be a little too playful at times, overall, I rate him a good-natured racer. "Let's watch the race again."

 

"Well, I like this." I laughed.

 

"Do you like it and don't want to try to compete?"

 

"Longing... I can't stand it." I scratched my cheek shyly, even though I've been following the racing industry for a long time. But I've never thought about the stage of racing myself. Something like that requires advanced skills. Which is higher than a good nerd, but watching other people racing like me. "I'm not as good as North. It's better just to sit and watch."

 

"Humble"

 

Brother North said at the end, before being called by the staff to prepare for the race. Today is the last race of the season. X Hunter is still in good form without falling. Come to the round. Can compete comfortably without falling off the darts. And as a speed fan, I expect Team X to win the championship again this year.

 

It is not difficult to guess what the cause of the loud howling sound is. Now it's time for the racers to go down to the field. The teams' fans cheered when they saw their favourite racers on the field. The loudest sound just now probably didn't belong to anyone.

 

"Pitbabe!!!!"

 

The great king, the welcome voice, must be standard. I looked at the image of Pitbeb, X Hunter's number one racer, on the monitor, feeling as if I were meeting my favourite star. Even though I've watched him race hundreds of times, I'm still excited and overwhelmed every time I see him on the field. Around him, there seems to be an aura shining all the time. The relaxed facial expression makes him look cooler than other racers. He never looks at the camera, never waves to the fans. His concentration seems to focus on the car and himself only. And that's what makes Pitbabe different from everyone else.

 

"Do you like him that much?"

 

I was startled slightly when a sound suddenly came from near my ear while I was focusing.

 

"Have you ever received an autograph?"

 

"Wow.. "P’Alan, " no matter how many times I come to see the competition, Jeff's boyfriend keeps teasing me about the fact that I'm a Pitbabe fan nonstop. At first, I thought it was funny. But now I'm starting to be embarrassed. "I've asked for a long time."

 

"Is that so?" Pu Alan laughed, "May I take a picture?"

 

"Longing... I don't dare that one."

 

"Why? Babe is kind. If you ask him to take a picture."

 

"It's okay, I'm considerate." I'm sure I'm smiling now. Jeff said that I like to make a face like this when I have to deny other people's kindness. "Just let me mess in this pit is too much."

 

"Where is it? You are my brother."

 

P'Alan's words are not much, but the look and tone of voice when he speaks make me feel strange. It's like this often. I often feel like myself. I'm very familiar with the people in the X team, and they are also very kind to me. Everyone will come to greet, talk and tease like we've been close for a long time every time I come here or go to the garage with Jeff. And they often look at me with eyes that I'm unsure what it means.

 

It's like they're sad or thinking about something all the time. Sometimes they talk about some things that I don't understand. For example, once Alan told me I was the prince of the X team, then he laughed dryly and jokingly. Once again, North said that I was Dean's forever opponent. At that time, I didn't understand. But choose to keep it in my heart and laugh along with it. When I tried to ask Jeff, he often gave the same answer: he said something you had forgotten, without giving an honest answer about what those words meant.

 

The story is that many events have happened in the past, but I don't remember them. Jeff said that I had an accident. My brain was so concussed that some of my memory was lost. The first time I knew that, I felt strange. But when Jeff said that I had amnesia like a Korean series hero, I forgot those peculiar feelings.

 

The fact that some of my memories have disappeared does not affect my daily life. I can still live an everyday life. Still able to study (now I'm studying for a major). Learn and remember new things well. If anything distracts you, it should be the confusion you feel when greeted by a stranger. When I go out, I often feel I am being stared at. Some places have someone who comes to invite me to talk. Come and ask to take a picture like I am a celebrity, which is a story Jeff explained: before the accident, I was famous to a certain extent. And when I asked where I was famous, he replied 'handsomeness' every time until I was out of the mood to ask.

 

So I concluded that some of what Jeff said is not true. He just replied because he was too lazy to explain at length. As for what he said, I was famous, I'm sure I'm one hundred per cent lying. Because I've searched for my name online many times. But I don't see anything related to me. If I'm famous, why isn't my face or name on any platform? Am I famous among aliens or something?

 

My head hurts every time I try to think about those things. Therefore, I cut my heart out to try to dig. Because after digging, nothing significant will pop up. Just today, I can still live. I don't expect much more.

 

"Make a face like that again," Pu Alan gently pushed my head. "I mean, you're a brother.

 

Jeff, you're like my other brother."

 

"Ah..." I nodded in response, "Thank you."

Alan smiled. He seemed to want to say something, but finally chose not to. At the same time, the competition was about to begin. The captain was wearing headphones and standing in front of the monitor. The countdown signal started before the four-wheeled rockets rushed out of the starting point.

 

Brother Beb brought it as the first car ever. He got first place in the qualifying. Therefore, he got the right to be at the top of the row when he went out. Today, his form looks quite good. The speed is impressive, as always. He makes sharp corners and maintains a perfect balance. It's amazing that he can still improve his skills. Even though he was so good that he was already difficult to fall. Usually, very good people don't make people excited because they can already guess how they will drive. And what kind of result of the competition, but brother Beb is not that kind of racer. He also continually raises the standard and always surprises viewers and his rivals.

 

P'Babe is so good.

 

I look at the image in the blinking eyes. The heart beats as if it's a person behind the wheel itself. And it beats fast again when the camera captures the pitbab's car nearby. In the past year, Beb switched to a new car, the Nissan Skyline GT-R. His blue race. Because usually Beb always uses the same car to compete. When he switched to that horizon in the following seasons, people guessed whether it symbolised anything. Some people say that they are thinking of leaving the industry (Personally, I don't think it's possible) or that they are in love. And this new car should convey his lover. The results of the results came out as expected. Pitbab rushed to the finish line as the first car. Win another championship in the race season. Plus, it was also raised as one of his best victories. The second place is equally interesting. Willie

 

"Very good, baby."

 

P'Babe Dean and P'North returned to the pit after the competition. Alan Jeff and the team of technicians excitedly congratulated each other. P'Babe put his hands on Po Alan. He smiled widely as he described the situation that occurred during the competition. Before Willie, who was on the pit next to him, walked up to him. The two talked and teased each other intimately until they didn't look like they had just competed. The intimacy of the two of them was one of the things people talked about. Until there was a rumour that Pit Babe, Team X and Willie from ETA were dating. If to be honest, I think there was a chance. But if I speak from my own feelings, I would like to say that it is not true.

 

P'Babe will never like foreign children like that, and because I'm standing around, both busy and feeling frustrated in my heart alone. That's why I didn't realise that you're such a famous racer. He's so close to me.

 

He is in front of me.

 

Smile at me, too.

 

"Hi, Sali"

 

He also said hello to me. I want to be the one to greet him first every time we meet, but I'm never brave enough. Both considerate and don't know what to say. Although I don't have a problem with socialising in general. But there is a problem with being a normal person in front of P'Babe. The result is that he has to be the one who walks up to me first every time.

 

"Hi, Babe." Is my voice too strange? Or will I accidentally smile at him again? Why did he laugh just because I greeted him back? "Congratulations. Win again"

 

"How have you just now?"

 

"Yes?"

 

"The place where I race... Are you watching?"

 

"Look," I answered immediately. "I drove very well today. The balance is very good. Faster than the previous race, the more likely to take the last curve when the corner is very soft. It's so cool." I gave him a thumbs up on both sides. And that made P'Babe laugh out loud. It's probably not difficult to guess the reason. It's because I accidentally chattered for a long time. And still pretending to admire him again?

 

Whenever I'm in front of P'Beb, I'm always like this.

 

"The necklace is beautiful." While I was standing with a smile, I didn't make a face. Babe said about my necklace. "I see you wearing it all the time. Did your boyfriend give it to you?" I have noticed many times that he likes to look at this necklace. I don't understand why he brings it up every time we meet. Even though it's just an ordinary silver necklace wrapped around a plain ring, I don't even remember where I got it from or when I bought it. I just feel good wearing it, so I never take it off.

 

"Huh? Gosh! No," I quickly waved my hand in denial, "I'm still.... No boyfriend"

"How can it be?" P'Babe tilted his neck to look at me. His eyes made my heart beat almost fell out of my chest. He looked so cute that I felt sure I had the right to look at him up close like this. "He's this handsome?"

 

P'Babe praised me for being handsome.

 

I'm dead. Die here, right now.

 

"Uh.."

 

"Just kidding"

 

"Yes?"

 

"I don't mean being handsome. You're handsome." P'Babe quickly made excuses as if he feared I would misunderstand his intentions. But I'm not conscious enough to think about many things now. "I mean, about the necklace. I know it's not my boyfriend who bought it for me." I don't know what to say back because I don't understand how much I know about Babe.

 

What does it mean?

 

"Do you want to tell me the secret?" Babe moved his face closer, softly as he said it was a secret I should be excited about. But now my feeling is beyond the word excited. I was frozen when he approached. The smell of the perfume that came out of him made me forget all the fragrances in this world. "The ring that hangs daily. You intended to buy it for me on my birthday last year. But coincidentally, we broke up first, so he didn't give it."

 

"Huh?"

 

What did Babe say?

I bought it for him. We broke up. What does it mean? Are you going to say that we used to be dating? It's crazy. I'm P'Babe, and I'm his boyfriend. Well, this is more ridiculous than a chicken.

 

"P’Babe  said Don't tease Charlie."

 

The sound of heaven sounded when I was standing stiff as a statue in front of people who liked me. Jeff walked in the middle between Babe and me as if he didn't want him to say anything more. He said with a slightly annoyed expression. (I don't understand how Jeff dares to annoy P'Babe.) Babe then agreed to step back. He shrugged his shoulders gently, indifferently. The corners of his mouth raised a small smile, as if he liked the heart that had successfully teased me before he walked away without saying a word.

 

"This is always standing still for him to tease." After complaining about Babe, Jeff turned to complain to me.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

"Babe repeated something strange."

 

"He keeps talking. The more you don't know about this, the more he likes to tease." Jeff didn't even ask what Babe said just now. Or maybe he heard it from the beginning. I didn't know about it either. This brother always acts like this. Many times, I feel like Jeff and P'Babe have a lot of secrets in common—secrets that others may know, but I can't know them like this ring, too.

 

Ah... I don't know anymore. After this, I have to start being more careful with Babe.

 

"Then I'll follow you to the garage," Jeff ordered stiffly. I don't know who the older brother and the younger brother are. This kid ordered me to do everything. Complaining in the morning and evening like I'm still a child.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"It's a celebration of the championship," Jeff replied. "This time, Babe said he didn't want to go to the club anymore.

 

Let's celebrate quietly, just the team members, so we made an appointment at the garage."

 

"Let's celebrate in a team. Can I go with you?" I pointed my finger at myself to remind Jeff to look good again, in case I could remember that I have nothing to do with Team X except that I am his brother.

 

"You're in the team too."

 

"Huh?"

 

"Go with me"

Jeff didn't explain anything further. He ordered in a deep voice and walked back to the team of technicians crowding Dean's car, leaving me confused again. This is the difficulty of the amnesiac people I'm talking about. People around me keep talking about things I don't understand and refuse to explain anything further. If they don't want me to know, they shouldn't say anything strange for me to hear.

 

Doing this is very frustrating.

 

There has never been a time that I walked into the X team garage and was not excited. Seeing racing cars parked nearby like this is a great feeling that I can't explain. Especially when Pu Alan gets a new car, I want to stay here all day long. I just want to sit and watch him adjust it. It's still good.

 

And this is one of those days.

"How are you... Are you handsome?" Alan asked with a smile that made fun of me. I don't mind if he looks at me like that. Because I realise how embarrassing I am now. I tried to keep the symptoms, but I really couldn't help it.

 

This RX-7 is too cool.

 

"So handsome," I turned to answerAlan so excitedly that I couldn't keep the symptoms. "Can I take a closer look?"

 

"Take it"

When I was allowed, I immediately rushed to the RX 7. The car's colour was black, shiny, flashing, and hitting my eyes. The whole wheel-side body kit, the thirteen B engine, the HKS turbo trailer, the exhaust pipe, and the seat are from the wheel side. The steering wheel and Sparko belt are also from the wheel side. No matter which corner of the car, there are only good things. This is a car that came out of my dream.

 

"Where did you get it?"

 

"It's been around for a long time," Pu Alan replied casually. Actually, I got it last year, but a child took it to Bucha and left it unattended. When I came back, I thought it was scrap metal. So I took it to store it in the showroom before waiting to order from the place here, gradually repairing it and decorating it, so I just finished it."

 

"It's amazing..."

 

"Do you like it that much?"

 

"I like it, brother," I answered without hesitation. "It's my dream car."

 

"What about your Cayman?" Alan asked about the car that I drive regularly now.

 

The handsome Cayman that Jeff said I saved money to buy myself last year.

 

"I like that one, but it's not my dream car."

 

"Do you get bored with driving?"

 

"Oh... It's...."

 

"Do you want to try driving?"

 

"Yes?" I asked again because I might have misheard it.

 

"Isn't it your dream car?" The captain raised a smile and raised his eyebrows, mocking me a little bit. But believe me, I'm not angry at all when I realised that he was offering me something beyond my dreams. "Take it out and try it on the field."

 

"But I'm not a racer..."

 

"If you drive well, this car will be yours."

 

All the questions that are stuck in my mind are quickly folded into the safe, including consideration. I know I should refuse first and show a little more consideration. But if you do like that, Alan changed his mind. I would have to go home to eat tears for many more days, even if he didn't really give it to me. But I just had a chance to try driving once. This is considered a great merit.

 

In addition to the car that drives will be beyond dreams. The outfit I'm wearing can be called another level. Team X will not allow non-racers to wear their team's racing clothes. And what's more surprising is the backup set Jeff prepared for me, as if it were ordered.

 

"Drive comfortably, let yourself follow your instincts." Pho Alan touched my shoulder lightly. He probably thought I was nervous to drive a cool car like this. I thought I would be clumsier and more excited. But when I sat up, I felt familiar with it. "Play to the fullest"

 

"Thank you."

Pu Alan nodded before walking off the track. I came back to sit and meditate for a while, preparing to take the handsome boy to the race. But just in time to reach out to press the start button, my ear suddenly heard another car coming from behind. It got closer and closer until it finally stopped next to my car.

 

"Are you competing?"

 

Brother Babe, he was in a racing suit, and his beautiful skyline roared like an awe-inspiring. He's challenging me to compete with an ordinary person like me. What does he think?

 

"If you win, you can ask for anything from me."

 

Wait a minute.

 

Anything?

 

"Anything, I want everything."

 

Babe replied relaxedly as if he heard a voice in my head. To be honest, his proposal was exciting at first glance. But now I didn't expect it that much. Because, if we speak realistically, I can't win him over. Therefore, even if I agree to accept the challenge, it would not hurt anything. If I win, I get a prize (it's impossible anyway). But if I lose, I don't lose anything. And anyway, I intend to drive a car to play. Having someone to drive as a friend won't be much different.

 

"Okay!"

 

I said yes. So, P'Babe smiled with satisfaction. Before sliding the car window up completely, P'North, who played the role of the release signal, walked to stand in the front between the two cars. On the edge of the field, Team X stood before each other (I don't know when), making my driving look serious, quite different from the original intention.

 

But never mind, just having fun driving is enough. Brother North signalled to prepare. I took a breath to concentrate, and after three seconds, Brother North signalled his release.

 

Babe and I came out almost at the same time. The fact that our cars were paired in the same plane surprised me. I thought that Babe would accelerate to lead me first from the beginning. I don't know whether this was his intention or if our speeds were really the same. But not being left apart as imagined at first made me feel like I wanted to race seriously, even though I didn't intend to.

 

Our cars are very close in the drift rhythm in the first and second curves. Even I'm surprised. I've never driven a racing car before, nor studied or practised driving this way. I've always been a viewer and fan of X Hunter. But I don't know why this cabin feels like my space the moment I step on the accelerator. It feels familiar, fun and strangely comfortable. My body moves automatically. I control the car as I think. As if you and I are one. And not just now, we've been close for more than that. Long enough to know each other's hearts and be able to drive alongside Pitbabe's car in the field without being ugly at all.

 

After going through the last curve beautifully, now I'm so proud that I almost floated through the roof and haven't been left behind by P'Babe for a while. We took turns leading and changing all the way. My heart is a monkey. Feel free as if I'm flying in the sky, not driving on the racetrack on the ground.

 

There is not much time left before reaching the finish line. The dark sky has been there from the beginning. The darker it gets, the stronger the wind grows. The clouds form a dense lump. A few seconds later, the rainfall will hit my windshield.

 

It's good that it's almost over.

 

I thought in my mind with relief. The end is already ahead. On the side of the field, there are still X people standing and waiting in the same place. In addition, there is rain equipment with everyone, as if they have been prepared since yesterday.

 

I have a few hundred metres to reach the finish line. From the current situation, a miracle may be real. I may be able to win the pitbab. If I try to accelerate a little more, something beyond expectations is not certain, but it may come true.

 

But suddenly, my rival did something more unexpected. Brother Babe gradually slowed down until he followed me before his car stopped like that. And I chose to brake instead of driving to beat him in confusion, causing both vehicles to stop before reaching the finish line.

 

And the pit racer Babe opened the door and got out of the car. Brother Babe stopped and stood in front of his car in the rain, which was still pouring down. He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky. Let the rain bathe his face until his whole body was wet. And me too.

 

I don't know what's going on or what he's thinking. The only thing I know for sure now is... He is so beautiful. We are close to each other even though we are standing far away. We know each other well and have been familiar for a long time. Even though I always say the wrong words when I am in front of him. The body is under the racer's uniform. Just imagine touching the softness and warmth. Even the smell of the body makes both comfortable and excited at the same time.

 

I can't believe we're just people who know each other, and I can't believe it—I like him so much.

 

"Babe..."

 

I called his name, racing against the sound of the rain getting louder and louder. He turned to follow the call, straight to me, and smiled. He was the most beautiful in the world.

 

"Sing for... Or not?"

 

Under his beautiful smile, I lost my heart. I felt like he was crying. Even though I couldn't see his tears because of the rain that flowed on his face, my feelings shouldn't be wrong. Babe is crying, but I don't know why.

 

So why do I hurt... Just think he's crying.

 

"How are you?" I asked out. I want to walk closer to him.

 

This, but his legs can't move. "Don't cry for... Can I?"

 

"Why?"

 

"When I saw you singing for me..." Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to cry too. I raised my hand and told myself to comfort myself, to calm down and breathe a little more because of the tightness in my chest. Now it's tormenting me. "

 

.... I'm sorry."

 

This is probably another thing I still can't find an explanation for. Why are my feelings for him so strong? Even though we've talked a few times, I still don't dare. I even looked him straight in the face, but I smiled when I saw him smile, cried when I knew he was crying, and was impatient just because he was afraid he would be sad now. I'm afraid he won't be happy.

"Charlie"

 

"...Yes?"

 

"Are you happy?"

 

I really want to know our story. And is it possible that there will be something more than that? Even if there's just a small chance that he and I are not just people who know each other, is it possible that he will be one of the many things that I have forgotten?

 

"I..."

 

The most important thing that I fear the most... When you have to forget

 

"I want you to be happy."

 

Until now, I can be sure that Babe is crying because he was sobbing until he threw up. He raised his hand to cover his mouth as if afraid of accidentally making a sound. And the more I see that, the more I want to rush in and hug him now.

 

Will people be able to love people they don't know that much?

 

"Sume up, you beat me, right?" He asked.

 

"No, sir." I shook my head.

 

"I haven't crossed the line yet."

 

"Then I can't wait to ask for a prize, " he chuckled while still crying. But your car is closer to the finish line. You can try to ask for it."

 

Is that it?

 

Can I ask for it?

 

"P'Babe"

It's better not to do it.

 

"What's up?"

 

"If you're a little younger but not stupid... Will you be okay?" Even though my heart was full of hesitation. But in the end, I said it. Brother Babe cried even harder. But at the same time, he smiled. Smiling so widely, I forgot we were standing in the rain and cloudy sky. His smile was bright. Repelling all cold and lonely things to fade away as if they never existed, my whole world was the most colourful when he nodded to answer the question.

 

One day, the question that lingers in my mind will be explained, especially his story. If I forget something, I want to remember it from 1 to 100, but if there is no chance, I will let it go.

 

But I will rebuild it, making it more beautiful and stronger. It is old, and I swear that this time, I will never forget it again.

The end.