PITBABE (English)

CHAPTER-9 (part 2/2)

Way's voice was drowned out by the voice of someone Babe knew. He turned towards the sound, before realizing that Charlie had just run up the stairs panting. And other people seemed shocked to see him in disarray. Different from people who previously wore neat suits from head to toe. Plus he styled his hair. Charlie's change in appearance makes Babe forget himself for a moment.

"Follow me."

Charlie didn't mince his words, without greeting Way who was standing next to him, as a tall figure walked over and held his hand, helping him walk out through the back door of the VIP zone and leading him to the waiting room above. Rather than standing there as the focus of other people's attention to gossip.

And Way could only watch the back of his close friend in the arms of a tall young man disappear behind the door with eyes that were hard to read.

"Fuck."

Babe cursed under his breath, annoyed because his head was filled with the smell of alcohol. Even if Charlie found a cloth to wipe it with. This only helps reduce the wetness, doesn't make the smell unpleasant and the sticky feeling disappears completely.

"I like drinking, but that doesn't mean I want to shower in it" Babe grumbled as he repeatedly rubbed his hair and neck with a towel.

"So, you want to take a shower?" Charlie, who was standing behind him, asked.

"No, I don't want to shower here. I'd better wait to shower in my room."

Charlie didn't answer. He just stood there quietly looking at Babe's back facing the glass window, the other person didn't seem to be thinking about anything other than being annoyed at being doused with alcohol.

But in Charlie's eyes, he didn't think that the liquor was important to Babe at the moment.

"Are you okay?" The tall figure walked up to Babe and said in a calm voice.

"Okay, what the hell? Do you want me to take a shower and see?"

"I mean what did that person say?" Babe was surprised when he heard Charlie's question. His beautiful face was still as smooth as before, and he choose to continue wiping himself calmly, without thinking about answering Charlie's question. "If you're not okay you can talk to me.

"..."

"Or if you want to cry, I will stay with you."

Charlie's words were very arrogant in Babe's eyes. Babe lowered the hand holding the towel to wipe his head, before turning to face the tall young man. He stared at the other person's face, while the person he was staring at just stood still, not saying a word. And even though today the Charlie in front of him was dressed nothing like the Charlie he knew, the innocent eyes behind the glasses still looked the same. It's not different at all.

"Don't act like you know!" Babe said quietly as he raised his fist to lightly hit his broad chest.

The little fist continued to pound on his chest. And it seemed to get stronger according to Babe's mood, but Charlie didn't even think about stopping anyone else. He just stood there and let Babe hit his chest because he knew that the pain in his body wouldn't be as painful as Babe's heart felt right now.

"You think you know me well?" Babe's voice sounded stronger. But at the same time, it feels very weak. "Do you think I will care about this matter? How could you say that I would cry because of being scolded by someone I don't know?"

"..."

"Does a stupid bastard like you have the right to look sorry for me?"

The force that pounded on Charlie's chest started lightly, then gradually increased in strength until his body shook with the force. And finally it gradually became softer, as soft as Babe's grumbling and cursing.