Pitbabe S2, Chapter 5 pg8

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   “Nope. The latest reactors are way hotter than the sun.”

   “Hey!”

   Babe pulled away from my embrace, pouting in frustration after I teased him about something he’s not good at for the hundredth time. And, as always, it was still fun for me. Especially seeing those red eyes, wet cheeks, and that sulky expression—I have to admit, it’s pretty satisfying. Even if Babe feels the complete opposite.

   “If you’d met the old Babe, you wouldn’t be sitting here laughing at me like this.”

   “I know, I’m just teasing,” I said. And no matter how much I admire Babe’s face when he cries, I still think tears don’t suit him. Every time I see them, I can’t help but wipe them away—it’s become a habit. “You’ve calmed down a lot, Babe. That’s impressive.”

   “But you’ve gotten more hot-headed.”

   “Not true. I’ve always been like this.”

   “No way. You weren’t like this in the beginning.”

   “In the beginning, I didn’t love you as much as I do now.”

   Babe froze, probably not expecting that answer. Honestly, it wasn’t even a choice—it’s the plain truth, and I thought he already knew. But judging by his confused cat-like expression, I guess I assumed too much.

   “Back then, I might’ve been calmer, able to think things through slowly. But now, I can’t do that anymore,” I said, gently patting his head and wiping away the fresh tears still lingering in those beautiful eyes. “But I’m not saying I can just lose my temper with you because I love you. I just want you to know that with stuff like this, it might be hard for me. But I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

   Babe went quiet for a moment, pursing his lips slightly as if weighing how to respond. Finally, he gave a small nod.

   “Okay.”

   “We’re good now, right?”

   “I wasn’t mad to begin with,” said the crybaby, pouting as if he wasn’t the one sobbing his heart out just minutes ago. “I don’t even know why I cried. The tears just came out on their own.”

   “You got startled, huh?” I chuckled, unable to resist how endearing this sharp-tongued guy was, crying more easily than I’d expected. “I didn’t raise my voice, did I?”

   “No, you didn’t.”

   “Sorry, sorry. I won’t do it again.” Of course, words alone wouldn’t cut it. I took Babe’s hand, kissing each palm once as a promise not to act like a jerk again. “If it happens again, you can punish me however you want.”

   “Who’s gonna bother punishing you, Papa?”

   “Wow… so cute.”

   “It’s easier to find someone new.”

   “Hey!”

   “Just kidding,” Babe flashes a grin, pressing a kiss to the palm of my hand, mimicking what I did earlier. “If I looked for someone new, I’m afraid they wouldn’t be as handsome as this.”

   “With someone like Babe, you could probably find someone handsome no matter what,” I say. It stings a little, talking about a new person (who’ll never exist), but if I think about it seriously, it wouldn’t be hard for Babe. He has everything most people search for, and unless he’s ridiculously foolish, anyone would fall for someone like him. I’m certain of that. “I’m the lucky one… where else would I find another Babe?”

   “Of course, I’m a limited edition, you know.”

   “Exactly, that’s why I’m saying don’t get a new one. Have some pity on me.”

   “Acting all pitiful now?”

   “I am pitiful.”

   “Why aren’t you as tough as you were earlier?”

   “Ugh… Babe.”

   Babe laughs, clearly amused. He reaches out to touch my cheek, letting his hand linger for a moment. The distance between us slowly closes, and the soft touch of his lips sends my heart racing, just like always. Even though we’ve kissed countless times, every movement, every breath, every bit of warmth that melts into each other—I love it all. I can’t even imagine anyone but Babe making me feel this way. And if you asked me right now, I’d say with absolute certainty: no one else. I’d never let myself feel this way about anyone but him.

   “Are we good now?”

   We pull away from the kiss. I whisper close to his lips, then press another kiss to them.

   “Not yet, maybe,” Babe teases, playfully nipping at my cheek with a mischievous glint. “You’re such an idiot.”

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