PitBabe series2

"Babe, eat"

 

I heard Charlie's voice coming from the kitchen. But the game I was playing was in a critical period. It can be called a chisel face. I can't divide my attention to other places, even though the "other place" mentioned means my beloved boyfriend.

 

"Babe, " his voice sounded, but that's okay. Charlie already understands that when I play the game. How is it?

"Babe"

 

Charlie's loudest sound is just that. The most he can do is to walk from the kitchen and stop right behind the sofa in the living room. As I sit, struggling with the screen and the joystick in my hand, I don't have to look around; you can guess that the kid is making a face. But wait a minute, Charlie. I'm about to win.

 

"At least it should be a little bit," Charlie said in a flat voice while sitting straight in the space next to me, "or didn't hear?"

 

"I remember what you said?" I replied while still unable to take my eyes off the RPG action game on the screen. 

 

"Eat rice, please."

"Okay, in a moment."

 

"How many minutes?"

"I don't know, but it's close."

 

"So I put it on the table."

"Don't you eat together?"

 

"If Babe is slow, I won't be on time. I have an appointment with the teacher."

 

"What's so in such a hurry? Just... Come on! Damn it! Buffalo," because I had to think of two things at the same time. Ultimately, I was the one who was defeated. It was heartbreaking. Irritated to the point of wanting to throw the Joypad from my hand. But the smart brain forbade it. Because if you do that, it's not just the belongings that will be ruined. But Charlie was also angry that I didn't know how to control my emotions. So I just put it down on the sofa gently. Leaning back the backrest because I'm too exhausted to continue living.

 

"Are you sad?" Charlie asked in a flat voice. The expression was plain enough. He must be a little tired of me. It's just that you didn't say it.

 

"I don't have the strength to live anymore, Charlie. Babe is very discouraged."

"Just playing a losing game?"

 

"And what's more in Babe’s life?" I lay there looking at the ceiling with all the pain. But at the same time, I'm proud of myself that I can change the shouting of the world into a desperate person like this. If it were before, it would only be rampant. And of course, those who come to hinder the victory, like Charlie, must be defeated by the child.

 

"I still have myself and the side dish I made." The young chef stretched out his hand to squeeze my mouth until it reached out like a chick before pressing an intense kiss. "Punish, I just said rude words."

 

"The punishment is so scary." I can't believe that my frustration will disappear in the blink of an eye. There is a part," I answered honestly, "but I also want to ask you.”

 

"Because?"

"I don't want you to go to class."

 

"Where is it?" Charlie chuckled in his throat because he thought my words were ridiculous, which is true. As I heard, it sounded undeniably absurd. That's why I didn't dare to tell him that he said it. It was my most sincere desire. "Before I can make an appointment with the teacher, I have a lot to discuss with him. If you don't hurry to talk, it will be even slower."

 

"Can't you talk online?"

"It's better to meet. It's more convenient."

 

"Why?" I realised that I was not in a matter. But when I started, it stopped.

It's hard. "It's the same. Just sit down and talk to each other."

 

"But Babe is here."

"Why are you with me? I'm not going to stir a little bit."

"If that's the case, I'll stay here or go to the university; doesn't it matter?"

"Different, we are not together."

 

Charlie froze. I don't know if I accidentally twitched my face or raised my voice. But I swear I didn't mean to bully him. Because Charlie doesn't understand, I want to clarify. In case this name is stubborn to realise how much difference he makes around.

 

"I just want to be around. We don't have to talk." I hugged him tighter, hoping that if Charlie saw me like this, he would soften a little. "You always have something to go outside."

 

"Hmm... I've been swamped lately," Charlie said in a soft voice. I realised that he was feeling guilty, and as soon as he thought that way, I felt guilty for Charlie again for embarrassing him. Even though he had said that he would support everything he wanted to do.

 

"Is Babe lonely?"

"Well.... A little bit"

"Babe wants me to have more time with you, right?"

 

"If you can, it's good." The more I hear Charlie say that, the more guilty I feel for wanting to bend it to the fullest. Now I'm starting to feel disgusted with myself for thinking only about myself, to the point where I don't care about Charlie's feelings at all. "But it's okay. I may be a little bit. But you don't have to overthink, it will be cured."

 

"Don't say that. I feel sorry for you."

I feel sorry for you; I'm going to drop out of school.

"Are you serious?"

 

"Just kidding," I bounced up and refused when Charlie's voice was like He will quit school according to my ridiculous needs. "Are you crazy?"

 

"I'm joking," Charlie laughed. He gently pushed my head like a complete end. I became more convinced. "Babe tried to send me to study. I have to finish my studies."

 

"You look like my child."

"Does Babe see me as a child?"

 

"It's just this story that I feel like. But how can I see you as a child? The world is broken."

"It's good to think like that."

 

Charlie stroked my head again. The longer we got together, the younger I felt, at least when I was with Charlie. Throughout our time together, I learned that he possessed more leadership qualities than I did. Even though he was many years younger than I, he was calm, intelligent, and mature.

 

 Sometimes, I couldn't help but think that only Charlie took care of me on one side. He taught me to be a better adult. Which is a much more difficult lesson compared to what I taught him to be a racer. That's why I wanted to take care of him in the things I could, such as tying his hands and punching to pay tuition, even though I know that Charlie now has wisdom, pays comfortably by himself, and then follows.

 

In addition to money, there will only be empathy that people like me can provide. Many of the things Charlie did, I couldn't be a part of. Once, I thought to myself that I didn't understand what he said. I didn't fully understand, but I was captivated by his ambitious goals. I felt that I was a bad lover who could not be a part of the other party's world. Until Charlie said, Babe has always been in my world. Babe doesn't have to try anything.' Those feelings of inferiority disappeared. Thanks to him, I realised that just looking from a distance is enough. Charlie himself has his world that I don't have to understand or help with.

 

"But today I probably can't cancel the appointment with the teacher because it's too much," Charlie said, with a regretful expression. "I'll stop with you tomorrow. Let's go today."

 

"Okay", even though it's really against the needs, but I still agree. Seeing Charlie embarrassed is just as bad as not seeing him at all. Therefore, I would choose Charlie to be comfortable first. "Tomorrow is fine, I promise."

 

"Promise"

"It's one o'clock after talking to the teacher?" I asked Charlie, pretending to think, before he said softly. That's around 4 or 5 o'clock; I should be done by then. "Oh, if that's the case..."

 

"But I should have to go to the lab." Just one second, like a dried flower field in my heart, refreshed again. Charlie made it back to its original state with the following sentence. He spoke with a pyramidal posture. Looks so guilty that I don't dare to make a regretful face. "If I finish everything today, I will be with Babe all day tomorrow, okay?"

 

"Yes, it's okay."

"I'll be back soon," Charlie said firmly.

 

"What time is it?"

"No later than 8 p.m."

 

"Hoo"

"In case of traffic jams," he tightened his embrace. Press a kiss on my crown instead of stamping the contract. I can only hope that Charlie fulfils the promise given. "I'll be back soon, in case I come back to play with Babe."

 

"What are you playing?" I narrowed my eyes in distrust.

"Let me guess"

 

"Oh...." Charlie's playful expression makes my heart skip a beat. This kind of gesture is not wrong.

 

"Play the way that Babe likes?"

"My eyes are sparkling."

 

"You've already said it, Charlie." I pointed at his face. "If you come back and complain, you're tired. Again, I'm furious."

 

"Oh, I'm not tired." Charlie nodded gently. "Take a shower and wait for it to smell good."

"Okay"

 

After saying that, I immediately bounced up until Charlie looked at me with a puzzled expression.

 

"Are you going to take a shower now?" Charlie asked.

"I'm going to eat, I'm hungry."

"When I say that, I have the strength to live."

 

Charlie's biting does not shake me because it's true. For a greedy person like me, it's annoying when my boyfriend says, 'Can you keep it for a bit?' It is considered more patient than the Arahant more than three times. Let me tell you that, compared to the first time, I have never been this hungry before.

 

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"Uncle, can I change the car?"

 

Kim's voice doesn't sound like a joke. That's why I let go of the spare parts list that needs to be ordered.  I look up at the younger brother who came to ask for a new car without a flute.

 

"Why do you suddenly want to change?"

 

"It's not that I suddenly want to change," Kim sighed. He is quite embarrassed to talk about this himself. Because racers in Team X rarely change cars. Unless it's necessary (except for Babe, who used to change the car to play), because for them, the car is like a partner, before they learn to understand its nature and adjust to each other, it takes a lot of time and effort; therefore, when you get used to it, it's challenging to change. Kim himself would be well aware of this. "But lately I feel that the form is not good at all."

 

"Is it because of you? It shouldn't be in the car."

"I know, but I still can't find the cause. Everything is happening. It's all rotten."

 

"So I think it will help you change the car?"

"Maybe," Kim shrugged. "I don't know if I don't try it—some I might want to try. Experience something new, in case you come back and are excited again. 

 

"Act like having a mistress. "It may be close. However, I spoke with the royal wife. She said it's okay." I laughed. I don't know if what Kim said is true. Because no driver has ever asked to change cars due to boredom. But if it's his need and didn't cause others in the team trouble. It wouldn't hurt anything. As Kim said, it's true. Last season, he didn't perform as well as he should have. 

 

From being one of the Red Racing, when he came to X Hunter, he had to meet a boss like Babe. Where can Charlie, who has developed by leaps and bounds, increase skills in every race? Kim himself would feel pressured, let alone those who pursue ambition.

 

"So which one are you aiming for?" I asked.

"I didn't aim for any particular one. Can you help me see it?"

 

"You can get it." I nodded. In my head, I began to imagine the car catalogue. A cool model that seems to suit Kim, "But let me talk to Jeff first."

 

"To find a new car for this brother, you have to ask for a child." Kim narrowed his eyes. He is a little sarcastic toward me. Since Jeff has taken on a more significant role in the garage, these guys follow my lead. They don't dare to make their own decisions. I just told him to consult with Jeff first. Why do you act less respectfully to me?

 

"I didn't ask, but this is Jeff's garage, too. Won't you have to consult at all?" I quickly defend myself, even though the Korean guy probably didn't change his mind much. "Besides, Jeff is good. Let him help choose a car for you."

 

"Excessive"

"Oh"

 

"Well, but if you let Jeff choose, Uncle will let Jeff help me see the future," Kim said with sparkling eyes. Let him see which car I'll win with in the future; don't miss it.

 

"No," I immediately refused. In this matter, I know that Jeff will never give in. No need to ask for a waste of time. "Jeff doesn't look at the future for anyone."

 

"Oh! Why?" Kim cried, frowning, "There are good things with you. If you don't know how to use it, is it stupid?"

 

"Seeing the future is not as good as you think."

"Wet's good or not, it depends on the user."

 

"Yes, but not everything that Jeff can control." I tried to explain. Of course, Kim's idea is not wrong. I can understand why he thinks that. That's often one of my thoughts as well. I want to use Jeff's sense to my benefit. There must be many things that we have more control over simply because we use our senses. However, upon closer examination, it's not fair to Jeff. If I were to use his sense, even though I know how much Jeff hates it, I would be no different from his former stepfather. And many others who stare but catch on.

 

What's not his own? Sometimes Jeff can't control whether he wants to see or not. He panics, can't sleep, and is so stressed that he has to take medicine all the time. It's not just to look like a fortune teller, Kim Chen, he doesn't work like that."

 

I'm a selfish person. But I'll do my best to prevent Jeff from becoming a working machine like that guy used to, because I'm different from that idiot. I love Jeff from the bottom of my heart. Even if he's not as special as others, it doesn't change how I feel about him at all.

 

"Phu understands that you think like this. But please don't ask Jeff to look at the future. Don't go say these things for him to hear, do you understand?"

Kim looked away before sighing softly. I knew he understood what I was saying. But because he didn't feel much agreement, it was difficult for him to accept. Which is understandable, but Kim is not the one who starts taking advantage of others. He has more principles than that.

 

"Listen, if it's my power, I'll help you. Without thinking, I realised this is Jeff's. He has the right to choose whether to use it. Because the person who has to be affected is Jeff, not us."

 

"I understand," Kim nodded slowly. When he realised that he didn't want to make me, I had to be more embarrassed. "It's just a pity."

 

"You are a skilful person. You may be tired lately, but you'll feel better soon.

Yes, you don't need to rely on other people's power."

"I hope it's like that."

 

"Of course," I sincerely confirmed to Kim, and I hope he believes this is a word from my heart. Not just saying it because it's a team that should encourage the racers. But because I am his brother, who believes in the ability of the younger brother more than anyone else, "I never accept bad people into the team. I am very confident in this matter."

 

"I'm happy to hear it." Kim smiled slightly. His expression looked fresher than at the beginning. It makes me feel much lighter. "Jeff is lucky to have an uncle. Not everyone can understand this much."

 

"I'm more than lucky"

"Jeff is not around here. You don't have to help all the time."

 

"I'm serious." I'm afraid to laugh. It's funny that everyone acts like I'm so scared of Jeff that I'm afraid to speak. I don't dare. Even though Jeff is not scary at all, he's even very kind. I'm often misunderstood, just a little. "Jeff has to be patient with me for many things. Until now, I'm very grateful. My life is much easier when Jeff is with me."

 

"Wow... This is love."

"Jealous?"

 

"A little bit," Kim said, as if he didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny that the love of those around him often made his eyes hot. "There are only people around here who have boyfriends. Brother and Jeff are a couple, especially Babe and Charlie. I've never felt bad about being single before until I met them."

 

"Some places are too much, right? Those two guys."

"A lot", Kim emphasised, making a face with eyes that look like a Chihuahua "Some places, I wonder if there will be someone who will love me like Charlie loves Babe."

 

Cut too much; one day you'll have it if you want it. I patted my brother on the shoulder with sympathy. I'm surprised that people like Kim are also worried about loving him. I usually only care about racing. His true passion is racing. "And seriously, a bastard character like Babe can still have a boyfriend like Charlie. And you're much better than he. Why can't you find it?" "You say this, I'm cheered up."

 

"Believe me, you'll find it," I emphasised firmly. "About your boyfriend, you may have to find him yourself, but I'll take care of the car for you. I guarantee that your new soulmate is better than the old one."

 

"That's it."

"I'll go see Way's showroom for you."

 

"Oh, that's true." Kim opened his eyes as if he had just realised that, in addition to the team's garage, we still have another car warehouse we can comfortably use. This must be thanks to Way, who has always been both generous and careful. After Way left, all of his assets were bequeathed to Babe under the will, except for the car in the showroom, which was given to me. I never knew this before. 

 

Way had never talked about it. Whether with Babe, or with me, until I found out from his lawyer. In fact, just knowing that he wrote the will is surprising enough that I, who is older than many years, have never thought about writing a will. But Way prepared everything as if he knew that he might die at any time.

 

Maybe Way realised that his own life was destined to be like this from the beginning. That's.... Is it too sad?

 

"I miss him," Kim said knowingly, probably because he saw me silent. 

"I don't have a favourite brother. It's all the same."

"Don't, they all know that I love Babe and Way the most."

 

"We've just been together for a long time," I said in a voice, thinking back to the time when everything was still peaceful. When Babe and Way were just children who didn't care about racing. The days were full of effort and dreams. Those moments were not as comfortable as they are now. 

 

But on the day when everything was ready, what seemed to fade without knowing it was the dream that had been burning. It's not sad. It's just a pity that sometimes I realise that we can't be children forever. "It's not strange that I'm most attached to those two. Anyway, everyone who has joined the team is like a brother to me. There is no exception."

 

"Are you sure?"

"Except Jeff"

"Okay"

 

Sometimes I wonder whether the dream has a good meaning. If, in the end, the dream comes true. Will we be left with nothing but emptiness? And in the future, will there be anything else to run after? Or do we have to create new dreams like that?

 

And now

 

...What is Alan's dream?

 

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When Charlie had to go out to manage the billion mission outside, staying at home alone suddenly became difficult. Today, I quickly gave up on boredom. I sent a message to tell Charlie that I would like to go out today. I hope that person will be awake. How lonely it makes me to be. But the stupid face replied, 'Go to the garage?' and 'Have fun?' Take a look, it's all in time. I haven't told you that I'm going to the garage. Even if you intend to go there. But don't you worry about going to play somewhere else.

 

No, that's ridiculous. I should be happy that Charlie knows me well. And also trust that I will behave well. In the groove, even though he doesn't control his behaviour all the time. And to be honest, I don't need Charlie to control me at all. I'm an adult. I can take care of myself.

 

"What are you doing?" A sluggish voice came from behind. In the garage, a few people spoke to me in this way. And one of them was the new garage owner, who seemed fearless (or, as they say, you can't see the head) of anyone.

 

"Sand the wheels," I replied, while my hands were still working. It's been a long time since I did anything like this on my own. Since I was a full-fledged racer, I almost didn't touch the wooden tools in the garage. Even though this place used to be nearly my playground, I only polished the wheels. When I first entered the garage, I almost had to do my duty alone. "It's the owner of the garage. How can I not know?"

 

"I know what to do. I just don't know why I'm doing it." Jeff crossed his arms and looked at me incomprehensibly. "Duty, it's not."

 

"I'm free, I have nothing to do."

"Don't you want to go to Chom?"

"Good enough, lazy"

 

"Looks like I wonder if the next season will get a new king." That tone of voice sounds quite reassuring. But it doesn't shock me much. In that case, this kind of information is confidential. I have more than the villagers. "Charlie is ready to step on me, I guess."

 

"There are some peddling these days. Let's say it. Our brother is not playing..."

"Babe, please." Jeff looked like he had accidentally stepped on the sewage. His funny expression made me feel more fun than polishing the racing wheels. After this, he had to find time to tease this kid often. "That's my brother. Don't let me imagine anything strange."

 

"And what's strange about just stepping on your back?"

"Hey, I swear."

"Hey, die for free."

 

Just Jeff's laughter is enough to help explain that he must be tired of me. But that's something I'm used to. I like to irritate Jeff. No, I want to annoy everyone. Only with Jeff is it extraordinary because he is almost the only one who can compete with me. And I've been defeated by this little boy many times. The main problem is that I'm still brutal and can't die as the owner of this garage. After this, I'll have to practice a lot.

 

"Charlie is not here anymore. To come to get a special job around here," Jeff leaned his hips against the front of someone's racing car parked nearby. It's not often that this guy invites others to talk. I'm happy that it's one of the few possibilities.

 

"Let alone, your brother has a lot of tasks." I flipped the wheel on the other side of the car. Sprayed the liquid and used a cloth to scrub it little by little, because there won't be many wheels to polish today. If you finish it too quickly after this, there will be nothing to do. "Soon, I will have a doctor's boyfriend."

 

"So it's not good.... I'm a doctor's fan."

 

"I don't want to be a doctor's boyfriend. I just want to be with him every day," I answered as I thought. If I took the name as the location, I didn't care what Charlie graduated from, what he did for a living, or what his title was. Even if it was a knock, I didn't feel like it was a problem at all. "But if he wants to do it, what can I say? I have to let him do it, right?"

 

"Well, I can't stop Charlie anymore," Jeff replied in a flat voice before being silent for a moment. It's like a thought came to my head. "Hmm... It's not tight."

 

"Really?" I laughed. I can't imagine that Jeff would have such a ridiculous idea, even though he probably knows Charlie best. "Is it that stubborn?"

 

"If you ask, I think Charlie will listen."

"I won't listen, I've already said it."

 

"Seriously?"

 

"Well... It's not serious." I shrugged my shoulders. Because Charlie's busyness with studying and projects isn't a big problem for me, it's just that I can spend less time together every day than I'd like. But if I want to meet my needs, Charlie won't do anything in this life. "But it's not serious anyway. I don't want Charlie to leave everything for me."

 

"But I look lonely."

"You try to separate from your uncle one day. You will understand."

 

"I don't have a problem." Jeff's relaxed expression was highly annoying, and it was even more annoying that I believed he thought what he said, not just talking to get a reaction out of me. "I can live. People who can't live are more likely to be more."

 

"Uncle came to hear the bloodshed to death"

"No, Alan, he knows."

"You are super strong, Jeff."

 

"People have to live on their own. I'm confident that I can live. But it doesn't mean I want to live like that. If I can choose, I want to be with Alan forever."

 

"Hmm... I understand." I nodded slowly in my head, imagining a form of the future that I don't want to happen. But if we ever have to part ways, Charlie will cope better. And of course, I have to be the one who will die without him. I can't believe Pit Babe will be here today. "Probably like Charlie. At least without me, it can live."

 

"And without Charlie, can't you live?"

 

That's a question I ask myself every day. Because I've never been so attached to anyone before. So I don't know if I have to lose, how I'll deal with it compared to that time when I thought Charlie was dead. It's so heavy that just thinking about it still hurts my chest. I'm scared every time I think back to when I lived each day, counting my breaths. I hope it's time to stop counting quickly. 

 

I want to die, but I don't know how I should die. Every time I think I die, it's easier than living with the fact that there's no Charlie anymore; Charlie's face will be more prominent. His tone and smile are apparent, as if he's in front of me. He raised his hand to my cheek. Send a gentle smile and say, Don’t come. This is not a good place.'

 

But can I do it now?

"If you ask now.. It doesn't seem to be possible." I just laughed pitifully at my weakness. My belief was many years ago. Now I'm starting to see the image. It's clearer that love makes people weak. That should be true for me.

 

"Your brother has made Phu lose his habit. Without him, I can't live."

 

"This is not good."

"I know, but I can't do anything."

 

"You have to try. I can't live my life like Charlie is everything to me. If one day, Charlie doesn't come up. What are you going to do?"

 

Jeff's words made me freeze. I looked up at his face. Jeff's expression was still flat. However, I can sense that what I said just now was serious, which makes me feel bad.

 

"Why are you so worried?" I asked, "What did you see?"

"No, I didn't see anything."

 

"But when you say that, I'm not kind."

 

"Everyone is like that with my words." Jeff's eyes dimmed. Maybe it's because I accidentally poked the knot in his heart. "Whatever you say is like it will happen. Even though it's just a possibility, Anyone can say this. But when it's me, everything looks scary."

 

"I don't want to make you feel bad, but it's really like that."

"No, I understand."

 

"But you didn't see anything."

"I haven't caught you yet. How can I know?"

"In case you go to catch Charlie"

 

"Even though I live in the same house with Charlie, I haven't caught him yet. When will I take the time to catch him?" Even though I'm depressed, this kid still bit me. Until now, I'm not sure if Jeff sympathises with me or is satisfied. "Don't worry, I don't. I've seen anything. I'm just saying it because I'm worried."

 

"Are you worried about me?"

"Well, Charlie has nothing to worry about."

 

In the end, I became a 'worrying person' for these two brothers, even though they are older than I am. But I have to let the milky mouths keep warning and worrying like this. It's pretty embarrassing. Seeing that I have to hurry to call the same PitBabe back, while thinking about how to bring the strong PitBabe back to life. The squeak of a group of people came up not far away. My thoughts scatter in the blink of an eye.

 

"The chaos is here," Jeff muttered before walking away as soon as he saw North Sonic and someone else walking into the garage. They were talking loudly. North had a GoPro camera in his hand, just as he did every time. It was filming some content. That's why a calm lover like Jeff rushed to escape when he heard the chaotic people.

 

"Oops! Brother Babe!"

 

As for me, I couldn't escape in time. North shouted my name loudly, his eyes wide, as he ran straight to me with a camera in his hand, eager to capture my face to increase the number of views on my channel, as always.

 

"'PitBabe 'accepts additional jobs, everyone," North said. Pointing the camera in front of me at a distance that allows all viewers to appreciate Pittabe's pores. "Who said that being a celebrity is easy? The top size still has to be hired to polish the wheels. And what are we going to do?"

"You look at his face first, "Sonic, who was standing next to him, whispered, making a look like he was warning his friend, but he also giggled when he saw my bored expression.

 

"The expression of love", North squeezed my cheek like it was full of fangs. Dean and Sonic clapped their hands and laughed. "What did Babe say? Everyone misses you so much. Ask about every clip"

 

"Good," I looked at the camera and spoke in a flat tone, because I didn't know what to say. In fact, I didn't even understand that people who said they wanted to see me on North's YouTube channel often. What did they expect from me? If you know me well, you should know how far I am from being an entertainer. "Babe, there is nothing to do today. Let's polish the wheels at the play garage."

 

"It's a leisure activity that is very suitable for racers," North laughed.

 

"So where did your boyfriend go, Mr Babe... Why did you come alone?" Dean acted as the host, joining Chao Sam Nu, who looked very fun teasing me. But at the same time, I just noticed that someone else was standing with his arms crossed and looking at the outside. He looked at me, smiling as if he felt a sense of fun just because he had stood and watched, which was nothing wrong unless his face bothered me a little. What's so much smiling?

 

"Charlie went to school." I avoided looking at the guy I didn't like. Then, I turned to pay attention to how. "During this busy time, you may not see his face."

 

"Wow... Normally, I rarely see my face," Dean pretended to moan.

 

"So what do you expect? His boyfriend is so handsome. He doesn't let him come to the camera often," Sonic teased. Hearing that, I realised that I don't like Charlie on camera much. When I see people admiring your handsome face, it makes me feel good. Who wouldn't be proud of having someone admire their boyfriend? But because it doesn't have only good comments, it's annoying. Even though I believe Charlie is strong enough not to take that nonsense to heart, I pay attention to it. But as a lover, I'm uncomfortable seeing those hateful messages. "Handsome faces must be kept alone."

 

"The words are handsome, the two words are handsome, you" I narrowed my eyes at Sonic in a way that caught the young man.

 

Fashion compliments my boyfriend, I don't stop "Are you going to get my boyfriend ?"

"Crazy!" Sonic shouted in a high-pitched voice, pretending to wave his hands like a person from Alan.

 

Laughter from everyone, including me, no matter when. This place always feels like home. Some may be because I don't have a family like others. X Hunter is the only family I have. The only house I can come back to. Whether in the body of PitBabe or Babe, it doesn't feel different. Because this is the only place that embraces all of me unconditionally.

 

The YouTuber stayed to stir me up for about five minutes before taking the halo out of the garage, because I heard that Lan would take the newly tuned car out to try it in the field. Now there is only the person I don't want to talk to.

 

"Aren't you angry with me again?"

Even its sound is annoying.

"No, I'm sorry."

 

Even though he saw that I deliberately ignored it, Willy still didn't give up. The boy squatted down next to me, tilting his head to look, trying to put that agitated face in my eyes with an annoying smile that was hard to interpret.

 

"I don't care if you're your boyfriend. Talk to me."

 

"What are you doing?" In the end, I had to reply. Because of the posture, Willy is not a child who gives up easily and is not shaken by being ignored. Therefore, even if I act like he is an elemental, he will continue talking anyway. "Don't allow outsiders to enter here."

 

"I'm asking for Alan," Willy smiled happily when I opened my mouth to talk to him.

"I want to play with the North brothers, so I would like to stop by."

 

"Don't you have any friends anywhere else?"

"There are a lot of friends, but there are not many friends who are having fun with."

"I didn't know that the kids were having fun."

 

"Fun or not, can't you make me smile?" The foreign boy tilted his neck and asked. That smile was teasing me a little bit. "At first, my face was still sad."

 

"Sitting alone. What do you want me to smile at? Smile with the wheel? Not a Disney princess.

 

"Oh, isn't it?" Willy opened his eyes and put his hand to cover his mouth, pretending to be shocked. "See sitting. It's cute to be alone. I thought it was right."

 

I don't know how to react to that puke sentence. So I can only turn to look at my reflection in the mirror next to the pillar. I saw a man wearing old pants with a white T-shirt that had black stains on the hem, arms, neck, and face, all in the same places. Probably because I accidentally put my hand, smeared with liquid and dirt, to brush myself off, looking like a dog in a crate on the street. This made Willy's words even funnier.

 

"Huh?" After considering my condition, I turned to look at the child's face, who had deceived the world again. Willy laughed until he sat down on the floor because of my reaction, even though I hadn't had time to play anything.

 

"You're funny."

"What's funny? I haven't done anything yet."

 

"My face.... Funny" Willy held his stomach, raised the back of his hand to wipe away his tears. He opened his mouth to catch his breath as if he were dying from laughter. "When you make a face, huh? It's so funny. It's like that cat meme. Have you ever seen it?"

 

"Well, I'll probably have figured it out." I stopped paying attention to the shallow-line boy and came back to pay attention to the wheels of the car. When will I finish polishing this wheel? Because when I focus on polishing it, every time someone has to walk in and invite me to talk. What day is it today?

 

"This...Pbabe " When I laughed until I was satisfied, Willy started to come back and invite me to talk again.

 

"I know that my first impression of you may not be excellent, but I don't want you to hate me."

 

"I don't hate this."

"Really?"

 

"Well, I just don't want to see your face. I'm annoyed when I see it. The more I talk to you, the itchier my feet get."

"Okay, it's clear that I don't hate." Willy nodded slowly, as if trying not to overinterpret what I said. However, you don't need to analyse anything further. "But I'm serious. If you hate me, I'll be sorry A lot."

 

"That much?" I frowned because his words seemed to be more and more exaggerated.

 

"Yes, I like you very much. You are my idol. That I became a racer because of you"

"Where did you say that you are crazy about racing cars because of your father?"

 

"I'm crazy about racing cars because of my father, but at first I just thought I would drive as a hobby. The person who makes me want to be serious about racing is you, Babe."

 

Willy's tone and eyes are too sincere to say that this is just a joke or flattery. It's the first time I've been talking to Willy, who looks like a real person, not a cowardly robot with a nervous smile like you guys.

 

"I want to be number one like you. I want everyone to accept that when I think of racing cars, I think of racing cars. You have to think of me, just like everyone now thinks of PitBabe ."

 

"Who hired you to help me?"

"Brother North gave me twenty before walking in."

"Twenty, can you play this much?"

 

Willy laughed because I took his jokes well. His smile looks more attractive when he's not trying to distract. Looks younger, suitable for his age and has little experience. This is the best thing he should keep for a long time. Everyone is forced to grow up. One way or another. It's a nasty truth. But believe me, no one can escape it.

 

"How did you become so good?" Willy asked. He sat down on the floor to meditate. Staring at my face with interest until it seems to forget that this dirty floor is going to make expensive pants that are worn out of price. "Is there a trick?"

 

"No, just keep practising," I replied, then rolled the polished wheels until they were clean. I then leaned against the pole and rolled, taking a new, dirty wheel to wipe it.

"Did you practice it all by yourself?"

 

"At first, I practised for myself. When I started, I started watching others compete and then followed."

"Wow... Is P’Alan a teacher again?"

 

"Hang, did you just know?" I was surprised that Willy didn't recognise the Team X captain's reputation, even though he was really in this industry. "When he was a racer, he never lost.

 

So P’Alan is much better than I."

"Are you better than me?" Willy's eyes were big.

 

"Yes, but you're probably not up-to-date."

"You must like P’Alan very much, right?"

 

"There's no reason why I don't like this." I shrugged my shoulders, thinking that it was too much to say I like Alan. In the past, I had never taken the time to consider what I felt for that brother. Like, love, respect, or appreciate. I don't know what words I should use to summarise it. I just know that for me, he's a brother who is hard to replace. No, I can't replace it at all. "He's my family."

 

"I'm so jealous." Willy smiles like a child who is fantasising about his future. "Because of this, hasn't Team X been together for a long time?"

 

That's what outsiders see of us. It's a beautiful image. Harmony and family love make X Hunter a strong team because everyone shares the same goal. However, in achieving the big goal, there are still many smaller goals. The trainee wants to be a racer. The younger generation wants to move up to the older generation. The third wants to step on the second, the second targets the first and the first one. I want to stand in the same place. Not being dragged down below that. After all, everyone has their Own lane and finish line. 

 

X Hunter, who is now firm and round, almost broke into risk two years ago. A young rising star racer attacked a team member, and he had to go to jail. The skilled racer left and never returned. The racer who was about to be moulded discovered his path and abandoned racing. Inside is full of confusion. Racers are entangled with things that are bigger than the general racing scene. All of that, however, does not confirm that X Hunter will remain. But that's a thing of the past. It's been difficult, but it's over.

 

"Are you coming to investigate my team?" After talking, I realised that we aren't in a position to discuss it in-depth. Although being friends with the team, competing with them is not taboo. However, being careful not to leak secrets remains crucial. Especially after those events, it is a critical lesson that shows carelessness is often a path to death.

"Not a little bit," Willy laughed. His behaviour seemed to have no hidden intention at all. "I just want to know. If you have a chance to talk to your favourite idol, won't you ask anything?"

 

"You're so focused, you like it."

"It's true, I like you."

 

I turned to make eye contact with Willy, squinting from head to toe with a feeling of squint in my heart because this kid started to act like that again.

"Don't look at it like that. It means liking idols, like liking celebrities."

 

"That's good." If it wasn't for me, Willy's words were sincere enough to believe. He wasn't trying to approach me in the same way as the last time. It looks like the boy with the milk smell will give up.

 

"I don't dare. What can I take to fight Charlie?"

 

"Of course, you can't compare to Charlie," I answered without consideration. Indeed, Willy doesn't compare to Charlie at all. If not to mention the appearance, Willy may have liked Babe many years ago. Other than that, there is nothing that makes him a rival to Charlie, both in personality, habits, intelligence (and of course, sexual attraction too), and I think Charlie himself would know this well. "unparalleled"

 

"This brother must have received a lot of blessings from God," Willy said with a smile, using the pocket of the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing, before I felt the soft fabric lightly touch my cheek, "Lucky in game, Lucky in love."

 

I immediately looked away. I just realised that it's strange to be touched like this by someone other than Charlie. Very strange.

 

"I'm just going to wipe my face." The foreign boy laughed because my panicked attitude was caused by just one handkerchief. Leave it for a long time, and your skin will be damaged.

 

"Never mind me, it's okay." I brushed Willy's hand away. Even though from the eyes, there's nothing to worry about. But he did that, and it made me feel like I was doing something very wrong. I don't know how.

 

"Okay, if you don't want me to do it, you can wipe it yourself." Willy handed me his cream-coloured handkerchief, nodding his head and telling me to wipe it by myself. "I see it. I'm offended. Wipe it."

"So what's wrong with you?" Even though I complained, I decided to take Willy's handkerchief. At first, I didn't think it was a problem with me. But when I was accused of being a mom and handed a cloth like this, I couldn't help but think that my current condition didn't resemble a handkerchief. "You look like a handkerchief."

 

"Right, my friend told me," the foreigner nodded in agreement, "but I always carry it. I see it from the outside like this, but I'm confused."

 

"So I can't stand to see people who are moms."

"About that. Now I want to grab you in the caldron and wash it hard."

 

"I'm not a dog"

"Then, hurry to wipe"

 

I can only get a mouth. I'm offended that I was ordered by a child who didn't know how to do this. In the past, except for Charlie, no one had dared to give me orders like this. If it wasn't for Willy's body, it looked so clean that I felt too dirty, I wouldn't have refused to do it.

 

"At the temple too," Willy looked at me as if he was offended.

A little bit of what I wiped off my face wasn't clean at all. "No, on the left."

 

"Well, this is the left," I said, while rubbing the cloth against the skin on the left temple vigorously, until I started to feel a bit stinging.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry."

 

In the end, it's like Willy can't stand it. He pulled the handkerchief from my hand and put it at the dirty spot for himself. His eyebrows furrowed. His mouth was a little open. It seemed that I was frustrated from the heart because I had cleaned myself and didn't like him. In my heart, I wanted to move away because I didn't like the idea of other people moving into the neighbourhood. But because Willy now seems to be more interested in the black stain on the forehead than in the fact that we are not close enough to do this to each other. So it wouldn't be that bad if I let him do it.

 

"Rub it hard, but it doesn't hit," Willy grumbled, "It's all red."

"Who will see it?"

 

"There is a mirror here," Willy said. I just realised that there was a big mirror nearby. It just shone by itself. But I can forget it. I'm a little embarrassed. "Well, that's enough," I cleared my embarrassment before pushing Willy away.

"Enough, wipe it all out," Willy laughed. He moved away from me and collected the handkerchief. That piece is in the same chest pocket as before. "Looks much better"

"Where did you take the clothes?" I held out my hand to him. "Take it. I'll take it to wash it first. Give it back"

 

"It's okay, that's all."

"It's okay, your clothes are all black."

 

"I have many more pieces."

"Then throw it away."

 

"Uh, I'll leave it." Willy nodded, while I couldn't help but stare at him. Until the child started to act wrong, "what?"

 

"What are you going to do with the fabric?"

 

"Are you going crazy?" Willy's eyes were big, like seeing a ghost. His cheeks were a little coloured, which is quite a strange picture. I didn't think a child like this would be shy with him, too.

 

"Even though I like you, I'm not a psychopath."

"Well, it's like"

"I'll leave it here, okay?"

 

"Okay," I shook my head lightly. After seeing that Willy is not a psychopath who wants to collect sweat and dirt from the idol for personal happiness, like that. Even though it seems, "Let's see you next time, I'll buy you a new one."

"It's okay, just one cloth, I'm not serious."

 

"It doesn't matter whether you are serious or not. I just don't like to be stuck with anyone."

"Just a handkerchief?"

 

"Who knows, next day you might claim that I'm stuck with you."

"I look so cute in your eyes."

"About that"

 

Willy didn't reply. In addition to laughing, he shook his head slightly as if he had run out of words for my logic before North ran in and shouted at him loudly, saying that Alan would feed him snacks. When he heard that, the old boy got up and ran after the children's gang immediately. In the end, it's still just a child.

 

When I said that, I thought of another child, too. What are you doing so far? If I say I'll raise snacks, will Charlie rush to me as Willy did? Or Charlie is too old to pay attention to these things. If it's now, what do you have to use as bait? That's why Charlie left everything to me.