PITBABE - ENGLISH - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

No matter how gently he tried to sneak out of the room or close the door, in the end Babe, who was sleeping on the bed, still woke up. Charlie, who had just finished showering, had a guilty expression on his face when he saw that the owner of the room had sat up and was rubbing his eyes sleepily. Even though it's only 6 o'clock in the morning.
"Am I loud?" Charlie asked with a guilty expression. He thought he was doing everything as gently as possible, but it still seemed not light enough.
"No, I didn't wake up because of that sound," Babe answered quietly "I just felt like you were gone, so I woke up."
It's a response that feels both good and bad at the same time. Of course, when Babe woke up and realized that he was missing from his bed, he found it very sweet. But actually, if Babe hadn't noticed and let him leave the room in peace, maybe it would have been better.
"Are you going out again?" Babe couldn't help but ask when he saw that Charlie woke up so early. Plus, he was dressed like he was going out.
"Yeah, I need to stop by the house for a moment."
"You've been very busy lately."
"Well, I'm an adult, I definitely have something to do." Charlie answered with a smile as he put on a white t-shirt that was in his cupboard, before starting to look for clothes to wear as usual. Whenever he went out he always dressed like this, without changing at all. "But I won't be gone for long. When you finish, I will be right back."
"I didn't say anything. You just go."
"Don't forget to eat too."
"What kind of crazy person forgets to eat?"
"Lazy people," the boy answered after he finally chose his clothes. Today Charlie chose a simple brown short-sleeved shirt, which went well with someone else's faded jeans. "I'm going to order food. Don't go down and buy it yourself."
"Aren't you going to let me go anywhere?"
"Wait until you're better, then you can go. You still can't walk smoothly like this. Don't go alone. If you walk around and fall, it will be bad."
Babe's lips curled in mockery of Charlie's bossy attitude. Since his body couldn't function normally, the child seemed to get better at commanding every day. In fact, previously just saying a few words would have made his head shrink in fear, but look at him now. If he wants to go out or anywhere, he will give orders and order this and that. Who does he think he is?
"Come on, Sebastian..." he said sarcastically as he turned around to relieve the soreness he felt after sleeping soundly. But he had to admit that sleeping with this cast was very uncomfortable, it was difficult to move and the leg had to be placed higher than usual. He really wanted to take it off.
Charlie didn't answer but chuckled. The tall figure turned to face the cupboard and looked at the small mirror on the cupboard door. Actually, it looked like a mirror installed for dressing up. But Charlie likes to look at it often because it's the right size for seeing faces.
As the tall figure tilted his head left and right in the mirror, he suddenly felt someone hug from behind who walked closer without making a sound. The other person didn't say anything. He was only aware of his hug and the touch of his face on his back. It tastes pretty good. Only Charlie wasn't sure what this kind of action really meant.
"Aren't you going to sleep a little longer?" Charlie asked softly. Although he was still standing there hugging Babe.
"I'm awake."
"Well, you woke up and now are you asking me not to go?"
"Don't be so delirious about it, Charlie." Even though he got that answer, Charlie still couldn't help but smile. The tall figure reached out and gently stroked the slender arm wrapped around his waist, before quietly loosening his embrace slightly and turning to face the other person. This caused Babe to furrow his brows slightly, not understanding "What?".
"Please give me some hugs..." the young man answered briefly before pulling his arm to hug the famous racer without fear of being scolded, as he thought that Babe wouldn't mind if he asked for a hug back. Or if others really scold him, so be it. He was used to it.
"What right do you have to hug me?" Babe said quietly. Meanwhile, that hand rose to return the other's embrace, as if he was not at all embarrassed that his own words and actions were clearly at odds with each other like this.
"I don't have any rights. But if you hug me I will hug you back."
"Why? Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you again?"
"Yeah, I won't let you take advantage of me," Charlie chuckled softly "You taught me yourself, don't blame me."
"Do you remember everything you taught me?"
"What did you say? I remember everything."
"So, what did I teach you about driving? I'll help you remember this."
Charlie smiled at those words, although he didn't let go of his arms yet. At first, he intended to turn around and hug him a little to make him happy and then he pulled away. But when he actually did it, he didn't want to let him go. If it wasn't for the fact that today there was something important that needed to be done, he could have stayed and hugged Babe all day. Even if he was scolded a little, it didn't matter. Because what he gets is more valuable than anything.
"Do you want to go for a walk tonight?" The tall figure gently stroked the older man's head.
"You haven't driven in days. You must miss it."
"Yeah, we've been in the room for days now," Charlie smiled when he felt Babe bury his face in his chest as if he was sniffing a familiar scent. "But I think you'll miss it more than I will."
Babe didn't answer. But Charlie thought that what he said was not far from the truth. If Babe says that Charlie misses driving just because he hasn't driven it in a few weeks, then wouldn't it be more difficult for someone like Babe who has been driving for years and almost dedicated his life to it? He knew that Babe always tried to act as he didn't feel anything. But that didn't make the longing hidden in that person's eyes disappear.
"Don't act like you know," Babe said in a muffled voice because his face was still buried in Charlie's broad chest.
"I don't know. Just guessing."
"So what?"
"So, are you going?"
"Come back quickly."
If other people were listening, they might feel it was a threatening sentence. But for Charlie, Babe's words could be translated into a simple sentence: OK.
"If you want me to come back soon, you have to let me go now. We can't hug like this all day."
"Do not be too confident. What dog would want to cuddle with you all day?"
The last sentence means Please hug me a little longer, because it will still be several hours before we can hug again.
The door to a large house opened and the shadows of more than 30 men in pitch black suits stood in a row on both sides of the central area from the front door to the stairs up to the second floor intended to welcome the return of important people who had been away for a long time. But looking at those sharp and slightly furrowed eyebrows, it seemed like his return here was not a happy thing for that person.
"Let's go all out!"
The tall young man groaned softly, not liking it very much. He didn't even stop to look at his subordinates lined up on both sides. All that the man did was walk straight into the house, amidst many subordinates who bowed 90 degrees to greet him with an attitude as if they wanted to rush back. Even so, he still tried to wear full clothes according to tradition. The jet black jacket and trousers were completely different from the jackets on the bodies of the subordinates, who were lining up. Maybe because of the difference in price of the clothes they wear. It couldn't be denied that the man was handsome, or if because there was greater power the same black suit gave off a different feeling.
"Do you want me to prepare a room?"
Meanwhile, the tall figure was heading towards the main room. Only one person can come out and walk with the newcomer. His neutral expression and calm demeanor set him apart from the other subordinates. It was no surprise that his right-hand man was not as afraid of the Grand Master's favorite son as the others.
"No need," the tall man answered in a calm voice, as he walked quickly up the stairs without stopping to talk to anyone. "I'll be right back once I'm done with this."
"But Master told you to sleep at home tonight."
"I have a promise. I'm not staying over."
Even though it was against his master's orders, he did not have enough strength to threaten his son. As long as others say no, he has to accept it. Because even the most powerful person in this house couldn't control his young master. And what wisdom does a little person like him have?
"Is he in the main room?" asked the young man as he climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"Yes" the right hand answered calmly, before the questioner turned left and walked down the familiar street, as he didn't say anything else. And a few seconds later the door to the room that everyone else was talking about, was suddenly opened by the newcomer.
"You came faster than I thought."
The man who was sitting and sipping tea on a wooden table, covered with velvet cushions, spoke softly. He didn't seem surprised at all when someone suddenly burst into his office without thinking to ask permission first. Because he knew there was only one person who would dare to do something like this.
"Have you prepared a room for him, Ken?"
"Mr. Charlie said he wouldn't stay overnight."
Kenta's answer didn't surprise the general at all. He only nodded lightly before raising the teacup to his lips and taking a calm sip. Meanwhile, his son didn't seem calm at all.
"Come on, why don't you just stay home tonight?"
"I'm busy," Charlie answered quietly. The tall young man's expression was impassive. But in the eyes of the greatest master in this house, he knew that his son's mind was probably distracted by things outside the house. "Dad, if you have anything to say, say it quickly. I don't have much time."
"Since when do I have to make an appointment to meet my own son?"
"I don't make any promises. Dad just called me."
"That's what I meant," the 56-year-old said quietly, before carefully placing the teacup on a saucer. Other people's sluggishness does not come from a tired body at all. Charlie knew that this man was still strong even though he was old, but his attitude of being a good person was ingrained in his blood. This person's movements were so awkward that it was annoying. "Otherwise, then I probably won't have the chance to see you for many days."
"I have things I have to do and Dad will tell me to come right away, even though you can't call me."
"You seem serious about things that have nothing to do with yourself."
"If you think it has nothing to do with me, then it has nothing to do with you either."
The person Charlie called Dad just laughed softly. No one knows what it means except Charlie. Even though it seemed like others were laughing or perhaps he was a little pitiful, as someone who was raised by this man since childhood, ten years of experience had taught him how upset he was right now.
"Why not?" said the father while looking at him. "This problem started with me. It starts before you even realize it."
"I don't care when it starts. But now it's my business."
"And did you know that interfering would make things worse?"
"Nothing is as bad as what you did, Dad."
Day by day his son quarreled more and more without missing a word. Part of him wondered how he was going to raise this child. Why was he so stubborn and fighting him harder every day? But another part of him didn't know how to argue, because he couldn't deny that this kid had brought out more of his personality than he had planned.
"Charlie, I will tell you this one last time," said the old man in a cold voice. Even though he didn't shout or threaten with strong emotions. But that calm attitude is even scarier than yelling at each other. "Enough."
"I seem to have discussed this with you many times."
"Yeah, so you should know that I haven't said this many times."
"I can't stop," Charlie said firmly. Even though he knew it would only make him angrier. But he had no reason to lie. Why did he start it? He will solve it. And he wanted his father to understand this immediately.
"Even though you know what will happen in the end?"
"I don't know."
"Then do you want me to show you?" His father's voice sounded increasingly irritated. But his expression remained calm and composed, similar to the tea that the other person was drinking earlier. "Do you want to know what will happen if you don't listen to me?"
"Whatever you want to do with me, just do it. I don't want to guess anymore."
"And who said I would do this to you?"
Charlie's previously calm eyes flashed when he heard that sentence. His father didn't need to explain further and caused confusion. He could tell himself what or who he was talking about, because this man knew everything about him. And what's even scarier is that this person is the best in finding other people's weaknesses.
His father never thought about trying to make himself stronger. Therefore, the person's way of dealing with every thorn in his life is to find the person's weakness and get rid of it.
"You wouldn't do that to him!" Charlie still managed to keep a straight face. Although my heart trembles a little.
"I thought you knew I would."
"If you do, you'll lose me too."
"If I do, it will teach you a lesson. It might be a little damaged, but it's okay."
Look.
Look at the thoughts of the person who raised him.
"Dad, don't mess with him," Charlie said firmly. His big palms clenched tightly, trying to suppress his anger. But the more he looked at the cruel man's face, the more difficult he found it to contain his anger.
"Do you think I will listen to you?"
"If you don't listen, I will definitely do more."
"Don't be so self-absorbed, Charlie."
Every word that came out of the man's mouth hurt, without needing to force his voice or put on a threatening face, Charlie knew that this person could do everything he said. But he was sure he knew very well that the man he called Dad could do anything. However, benefits must come first. And that was the only guarantee that kept him stubborn. Because his father's interests were in his hands, so that a firm person seemed willing to repeat the same thing over and over again instead of taking firm action.
But he wasn't sure how long he could persist in this matter.
"You are my darling. But that doesn't mean I don't have another choice." The old man's deep and hoarse voice sounded threatening. The other person spoke casually, as if they were talking about the weather. It sent a chill through my bones. "There may not be enough choices for everyone. But if you have power in your hands, the choice will always come to you."
"So don't think that I won't dare to do anything to you just because you are more special than other people."
"You are my child. You have to be smarter than that."
He didn't like these words at all. He had listened to it a million times, but every time he heard it, it still made him feel nauseous, maybe even more so every time.
"Don't forget that I didn't choose to be your child. But you were the one who ordered me to be like that."
Charlie said he would hurry up and rush back. But in the end, it seemed like he wasn't in too much of a rush because until it got dark, the child still hadn't appeared. Shouldn't he be able to call and tell each other a little? So at least he didn't have to be afraid that the stupid kid would wander around crying, and pooping.
And because Charlie came home later than expected. He, who had previously refused to go to the club tonight, suddenly changed his mind. Since sitting alone in a room was too lonely, he could at least sit in the club and meet some friends. Of course, when he called to say he'd changed his mind, it didn't take more than 15 minutes for Way to drive up and wait below the condo. Apart from Charlie, there was one thing that made him most happy.
The atmosphere in the club today is not as busy as usual. Maybe because it wasn't a fun Friday night or any other special day. Most of the people he saw were racers whose faces were quite familiar. That's good too, because even though he wants to meet some people, that doesn't mean he wants to meet many people.
"Will your son come?" Way, who was sitting with his arm around her shoulders, asked in a more emotional tone than usual. Maybe because he finally agreed to come out too?
"He said he'd be home early, but I don't know what time," Babe answered as he lifted his wine glass and took a small sip. He didn't intend to come drinking to get drunk today, he just ordered so as not to overindulge himself.
"Even though he always follows you like a shadow."
"That's how it is. If I don't let him stay with me, where will he go?"
"You two act like lovers every day."
"That is fun. I love seeing photos of us that people secretly took and posted on Twitter. Like a Hollywood couple."
"You really like acting full of drama."
Babe laughed happily because he personally didn't care if other people guessed what his relationship with Charlie was. He just did what he wanted to do. As long as the gossip didn't sound too cheesy, he didn't think that he should go and fix it until he was tired. Whatever they think, just think.
"Why? Are you jealous?" Babe squealed, raising his hand to scratch his tall friend's chin teasingly, "Did I have a new child and turn into a bitch?"
"Why? are you jealous?" Way shrugged indifferently. "I know who real people like that are."
"See, you are too confident too!"
"When are you going to get bored of Charlie? Besides, I'm sure that after that you'll come back to me."
"What if I don't get bored?"
"Have you ever not been bored with anyone?"
From a question that seemed intended to be annoying, it turned out to be a difficult question to answer. Babe was silent for a moment, feeling strange as he tried to think of how to answer him. But in the end, he chose to shrug his shoulders indifferently rather than answer.
I don't know, maybe one day he will get bored with Charlie. Just because he couldn't imagine it that day, didn't mean he wanted that child forever.
"Hey! What the hell!"
While they were sitting and chatting, suddenly loud cheers came from the stairs leading to the VIP zone. This causes Babe and Way to turn around and look at them suspiciously.
"What?" Babe said, looking up.
"Who's fighting here? Are they crazy?"
Way said quietly. before getting up to look, but before he could get up to go anywhere, someone rushed over to where they were sitting. The person was a small man who seemed to be drunk. His thin body swayed back and forth with a goblet half filled with yellow liquid, while two guards tried to drag the intruder down.
"Hey! What the hell?!" the drunk man shouted as he freed himself from the guard's grip. "I just wanted to come and thank Pitbabe. What are you guys doing?!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Babe." The young guard turned around and bowed apologetically to Babe in an annoyed manner. Perhaps afraid of being accused of accidentally allowing drunk people to run amok here. But Babe didn't show any irritation. The famous racer raised his hand to gently reassure him and then nodded his head to tell the two guards that he was okay, and to just let him go.
"Can you see that he still isn't saying anything? You guys are really nosy." As soon as he was freed, he immediately started talking loudly. Babe saw this and laughed amusedly at the behavior of a drunk man he had never seen before.
"What is it?" Way asked the drunk man curtly.
"I'm here to thank Pitbabe," said the drunkard with a smile. While still unable to force the body to stand straight at all. The person stood up and staggered, causing people like Babe and Way to turn around as well.
Babe and Way didn't answer. They looked at each other, confused as to what this stranger was talking about.
"Thank you for finally giving someone else a chance!"
The voice of an unconscious person was heard. The smile that used to be there started to disappear, before replacing it with an expression that looked like he was so angry he couldn't hold it in. The team of guards standing near the stairs prepared to go in and subdue the drunkard again. But Babe raised his hand to stop him.
He wanted to know what this person would say next.
"What opportunity?" Babe asked quietly.
"Give others a chance to shine!" The drunk man screeched loudly as he raised his hand holding a glass of wine and aimed it at Pitbabe's face. "Thank you because you were injured and unable to compete this season."
"Otherwise, in this lifetime, other racers will never be able to stand in the same place as you!"
The security guard got up in order to drag the bumbling person away. But once again, Babe forbade it. This made Way, who was already annoyed, look even more annoyed because he didn't understand why Babe would let someone he didn't know talk to him like this.
"It's okay, just let it be," Babe said softly to Way before turning to face the person who came to bother him in a calm voice. "So you're saying that as long as I'm still competing, no one will be king except me?"
"That's right! How many years have you held that title?!"
"But I'm not stopping anyone from doing that. If you didn't have the ability to defeat me yourself, what would you do?"
"You!!"
"Instead of thinking about how I won't have to compete, you should take the time to train. Even if you are a loser, don't underestimate your abilities."
"Because you act like this? That's why you can't stand in the same place as me."
"Those who are talented but underestimate themselves will never succeed."
The drunk man clenched his fists until they were shaking. Of course Babe's words were so harsh that anyone who heard them would definitely be angry. Even Way, who already knew what kind of person Babe was, felt that the other person's words were very powerful. But Babe is always like this. This person never respects people who don't know how to respect others. Because of this, many people say that Pit Babe is the most beautiful person they have ever met.
"What do people like you understand, Pitbabe?!" The drunk man screamed until his face turned black and red. You can see that this person is very angry. At first, he seems to already hate Babe. When he stood in front of him like that, he became even more annoyed. "Does a person born from a pile of money like you have the right to teach others?"
"Your father has money. You get every opportunity you want. You don't understand what it's like to be penniless."
"You don't know how much work people have to put in to be in this industry."
"But what's it like when you come in? Come in and pay for me. Come compete with people who have everything from the start. Someone who doesn't have to try to be bad at anything can be number one."
"Try being born as someone who has nothing to look at!"
"Let's start at the same level as everyone else first, then teach me!"
"I also want to know if your father is not rich. Can you still be like you are now?!"
Every sentence, every word that came out made Way, who was listening, clench his fists tightly. Babe, on the other hand, was much quieter than he thought. He just sat and listened quietly without thinking about arguing. Even though what that person said was not even close to the truth. That, no one will know. But people who have seen Babe as early as he has know this well.
Babe stood up after sitting quietly for a while. The famous racer walked to stand in front of the drunk man who was now so angry as he was losing his mind. Before saying something with a neutral expression.
"So, where did I go wrong?"
"What do you think?" The drunk man became angry when he heard Babe's words like that.
"I asked what was wrong with me?" Babe still insisted on his previous words "If you think being born rich got me here. That's my business."
"I don't even understand why you're screaming."
"If you want it, you want it as much as I do."
"Why weren't you born to a rich father like me?"
"Fuck!!"
It wasn't just the cruel words the drunk man hurled at Babe. The reason is that this time, the angry person chose to splash the remaining liquor in the glass on his face before being immediately dragged away by the guards. Only the famous racer was left standing wet in the same place.
"Babe-"
"P'Babe!"