@PICKLE

"What? You said you were taking Pickle to Japan? And you want me to go with Pickle?"

"Yes, Miss Y/N. We will cover all your expenses in Japan, so you never have to worry about money."

This is the sixth-floor office of the Colorado State Institute for Biological Studies.

U.S. Army Colonel Gerry Strydum arrives at the institute after Pickle defeats the UN Security forces. Upon learning Pickle is a proud fighter, the two agree with each other, and he decides to take him to Japan.

And you, the closest human being to Pickle since his arrival in modern times, have been asked by Colonel Strydum to accompany Pickle to Japan.

"No, no, no, what I'm worried about is not money, but I don't have time to go to Japan. I have school." you said.

"About this problem, we can help you solve it and ensure that you can graduate smoothly, as long as you are willing to accompany us to Japan."

You take two deep breaths. "Do you want to bribe me with this?" There was anger in your tone. "This is an insult to me!"

Strydum is clearly startled by your sudden anger. You surveyed the Colonel's sturdy figure, and you sensed a tinge of nervousness from his huge shoulders.

"No, I didn't mean that..." he said.

"I hope we can work well together, Colonel Strydum." You smile and hold out your right hand to the astonished Colonel. "About the graduation, I leave it to you."

Can successfully graduate, can travel to Japan, and also do not have to worry about money, why not? You're not the kind of guy to give up a good thing for dignity.

After much deliberation, you agreed to Colonel Strydum's request.

After Colonel Strydum left, you got up and went to the "house" where Pickle was locked up, ready to do an electrocardiogram for him. You happened to meet Allen, who was also heading in the same direction, so the two of you chatted about going to Japan with Pickle.

"I envy you so much." Allen said sourly, "How about I seduce Pickle as well?"

You raised an eyebrow, looked at Allen, and said, "Be careful. Are you sure you can handle Pickle's thrust?"

"Haha, that's funny." Allen snorted bitterly when he heard your words. "You're the one who needs to be careful. Aren't you afraid he's going to go wild on you?"

"Don't worry. I'm a male insulator." You waved your hand and said, "If he dares to do anything to me, I'll give him anesthesia."

At the fork in the road, Allen says goodbye and then walks down the left corridor while you keep walking until you reach the room at the end.

The room was improvised, and the security apparatus was decidedly inadequate. There was no hardened glass to screen or handcuff the erratic caveman, only a dozen armed security men standing guard outside the door. Pickle could have escaped at any moment, but he remained quiet. He didn't run away, nor was he furious at being imprisoned. He just sat there as if waiting for something.

Pickle looked up the moment you walked into the room, and those wary eyes fixed on your every move.

Pickle seems to hate you after his experience with the sedative gun and will gasp at you like a kitten whenever he sees you. It bothers you very much because your job is to draw blood and do an EKG for him, so you do everything you can to get Pickle off his guard, like giving him a dinosaur toy (he just smashes it), giving him milk chocolate (found out that he is lactose intolerant), etc., tried many methods to no avail, and finally, you chose to treat him with the method of dealing with your cousins - show him your phone. You show him My Little Pony every time because he only settles down when he watches My Little Pony.

Although he still has some hostility and vigilance towards you now.

You push the EKG machine over to Pickle and point to the next bed and say, "Pickle, lie on it."

"Haru?" He stared at you suspiciously.

You've been around Pickle for a while but still, have trouble understanding his language.

"Just lie down." You said.

"Haru? Haru Haru!"

"Yes, yes, Haru Haru."

You have absolutely no idea what Haru means just because Pickle said that to you and responded with the exact words.

Pickle's brows furrowed, and he pointed to your lab coat pocket and said, "Haluru!"

The confusion on your face turns into understanding at the sight of Pickle's actions. "You mean the phone, right?" You shook your head and said, "Sorry, my phone is dead."

He gave a despondent grunt and looked down. He looked very much like a child indeed if you ignored his height of over two meters and his huge muscles.

"I'll show you after this, okay?"

As you speak, you press Pickle to the bed, but as you reach for the sticker and lead, Pickle suddenly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a deep kiss. You dare not move. His ketone body is so close to you that you feel the heat coming from him in your chest. He was naked. He put his arms around you.

As Pickle's kiss deepened, the air around you became more and more unbearably hot, as if engulfed in fire, the flames spreading from the soles of your feet to your head, leaving crimson marks on your cheeks.

The heat of your body skyrockets, you don't know what's wrong with you, you feel as if your head is empty, and you can't think at all. Just before you lose your mind, you push Pickle away with all your might, pulling away from the entwining kiss.

"You--"

As soon as you open your mouth, Pickle takes the opportunity to kiss you.

His lips came over thirstily as if you had nectar in your mouth. Soft objects invade your mouth and churn, invading every inch of your mouth, kissing you so hard you can barely breathe. He let go of your face and slipped his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer.

Suddenly, you feel a foreign object pressing against your lower abdomen. You look down-

(!!!)

You widened your eyes in horror, unable to react for a while at the behemoth in front of you.

(How is this so big?! Who the hell can take this? Should I run away?)

"Uh...hah..." Pickle gasped in a low voice. The hot air he spits out gently hits your ear, a numbness runs through your body, and a small moan escapes from your mouth.

You blushed and said timidly, "P, Pickle, let's call it an end, okay?"

"Haluru! Haru!" Pickle shook his head violently, grabbing you even harder.

"Ahhh, I see, don't move around! And stop humping me!"

"Haru!"

"Miss Y/N, let's go to the... Huh?"

You and Pickle turned to look in the direction of the voice at the same time, only to see Colonel Strydum standing in the doorway with a look of astonishment, his mouth wide open, causing the cigar in his mouth to fall to the ground.

Your heart throbbed violently. "It's not what you see!!!" you quickly explain.

Colonel Strydum looks at you and Pickle with scrutiny.

(Fuck. I'm moving to the moon.)

Pickle hugs you tightly, watching Colonel Strydum warily, with a low growl, as if warning him not to act rashly or complain about his sudden intrusion.

"Sorry to interrupt." Strydum closed the door and left.

"Don't go! Please don't leave me here alone--uh! Pickle, this is enough! Stop it...!"

"Haluru♡!"

What happens after that is up to you to imagine.

@JUN GUEVARA

You wake up after a few hours of sleep in the hotel. It's still dark. You look at the clock. It's only four midnight. You decide to go outside. You put on a T-shirt with the name of your favorite band on the front and a linen short-sleeved shirt. You put on your jeans, add a pair of black martin boots, and you're done.

You take a good look at yourself in front of the mirror, and that's a pretty good outfit. Next, you pull out a black bag from your belongings and toss it on the bed. You put your phone, earphones, wallet, tissues, hotel room keys, and most importantly, a map, and you're in trouble without a map.

After walking out of the hotel, you walked forward, stepping on the cold night air of the island all the way. There is not a single person on the road, which is in sharp contrast to the lively situation in the morning, but you prefer this lonely and lonely scene because it is more in line with your current state of mind.

You walk to the shore again, and this time you stand where the man had been, looking down at the sea. Under the bright moonlight, the sea shone like a molten diamond, clear enough to reflect the moon's reflection.

You picked a wild ginger flower on the grass, and while you were smelling its faint fragrance, you suddenly heard the footsteps of someone walking on the dead branches behind you. Startled, you turned around abruptly, and it turned out that it was the one who was urinating on you. You remember his name is Jun Guevara.

"Why you again?" You asked, with an expression bordering on impatience and wordless anger.

He did not speak or look at you but walked slowly to your side and looked down at the sea. You look at his side face, wait for him to respond, shift your weight between your feet, and finally look in the direction of his gaze, staring with him at the blue sea.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He finally spoke.

"It is." you said honestly.

"Some people say that the Amazon is the lungs of the earth, but I don't think so. I think the ocean is the lungs of the earth. The phytoplankton in the ocean provides more than 50% of the world's oxygen, and the Amazon forest provides about 6-9% of the world's oxygen."

You're surprised that Guevara, who doesn't seem to have read a book, would know these things. "You're more educated than I thought you were." You say so, but there is no trace of sarcasm in your words.

"You are really looking down on me, huh?" he asks.

You immediately explain, "I didn't mean to look down on you. I'm sorry."

Guevara turned to look at you and gave you a sincere smile, "I'm just joking with you, don't be so serious." He chuckled softly, "Sleepless night?"

"I'm not used to sleeping in unfamiliar beds."

He nodded. "May I ask you why you wanted to come to this island where there's nothing?"

After thinking for a moment, you answer: "Escape from real life, I guess. My dream is to go to a place where no one knows me and is isolated from the world, preferably an island, because I want to live by the sea, but reality doesn't allow me to do this, so I thought, 'Ah, why don't I visit this little island for a few days,' and here I am."

"Why do you say that reality doesn't allow you to do this?" Guevara looked at you curiously and asked, "If you want to, just do it."

You look beyond the vast ocean, far to the bright moon. "Many things are not as easy as they say. And money is also an issue to consider. Immigrants, buying a house, and everything needs money."

Guevara sighed, "Why do people from the city always talk about money?"

You gave a wry smile. "But this is reality! You say, "I hate most people and find absolutely nothing to love about them, which is why I want to make enough money so that I can stay away from everyone."

"Do you like being alone?"

"I can't say I like it. It's just that people who can't coexist with loneliness can't live in this world after all." "Some feelings are not shared, so I learn to digest them myself; some problems no one can help, so I learn to solve them by myself; some things no one believes, so I learn not to explain it. Many people grow up like this. If someone is accompanying you, that's lucky; nobody's around, and that's normal. Everyone is an individual, and of course, they have to know how to live alone."

"People who can't coexist with loneliness can't live in this world after all." Guevara repeated. "You seem to have a pessimistic view of things."

You shrug. "I'm just tired, and the days are getting shorter," you say. "I don't know. Maybe I'm depressed."

"Why are you depressed?"

"Probably because I always feel that the past is too good, the present is too bad, and the future is too vague." After you finished speaking, you shook your head again, "I've said too much."

Guevara said: "I don't mind being your tree hole. But I think life is already difficult, and you don't have to be restricted by the secular vision, just do what makes you happy. If you want to move to this island, I, as a president of here, welcome you."

You froze for a moment and asked him, "President? You are the president here?"

Guevara nodded proudly, "Didn't you notice that the man on the money is me?"

"How can a man like you be president..." you whispered.

"Huh? What did you say? Be careful I arrest you."

"No, I said you are amazing. You became president at such a young age."

On this windless night, you two insomniacs became friends by chance.