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Chapter Eleven

Tay felt awkward.

They might be friends now but...

He silently sighed, standing out of his room, with a plastic bag filled with snacks, sweets and ice cream, and lots of it.

He had noticed how the even non spicy broth had made New sweat and ache his mouth to the point he couldn't eat anymore than a couple of bites.

He had made sure, after New and his dad had walked out of the restaurant together, to give the manager a detailed review over the food and how the non spicy broth should be non spicy to cater to people who can't eat stronger foods.

But even that couldn't satisfy him, New's red face and painful expression kept flashing before his eyes,

Until he realized he was knocking his dad's room door at eleven thirty.

"Is everything alright?"

His father had come into view looking perplexed with sleepiness hanging on his father's puffy eye bags,

"Yeah, it's just I'm going to buy some... Snacks, do you perhaps want anything?"

He'd waved his hands, acting the most natural he could in front of his father who had pressed his lips,

"Ni, I have two questions; shouldn't you be sleeping by now and why do you think I would want to eat snacks past eleven thirty at night?"

Tay had blinked, blank as to how he should answer this question of his father when he had questioned instead,

"What is the real reason, are you going to tell me yourself or should I get it out of you?"

He pushed away the embarrassment surging from that memory then.

There was no problem in helping a friend.

So letting his eyes shut, he deeply inhaled and exhaled one last time before he knocked on the door.

He constantly curled his toes in and out in anticipation as he was about to bite his lip when the door clicked open to reveal a New, his cheeks looking ever soft and squishy, with his lips slightly puckered and rubbing his eyes,

He looked up and blinked again, suddenly looking more awake as he quickly asked, "Do you want anything?"

His words got tied in his throat as he gazed down, moving up the plastic bag, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks for God knew what reason.

"Here, I know you didn't eat well today so... I brought this for you."

New cocked an eyebrow, innocently blinking back at the man from under his lashes as he took the plastic bag, a little shock and surprise coursing through his body,

"T— thank you..." New choked in a tiny tone as the former didn't meet his eyes, "Sleep well."

He almost missed that half awkward but genuine words of him as he slipped away then,

Leaving New a smiling mess who dearly grabbed an ice cream bar from the bag.

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"What do you mean by you're not going?"

Tay stopped in his tracks, the key to his house hanging mid air in his hands, as his eyebrows creased at his father's somewhat incredulous tone of a voice, feeling a strong deja vu,

"Well, the tickets are expensive—"

Listening to New's careful tone, as if he just wanted the topic of this conversation to change, Tay's eyes squinted as well as he walked up to the window of the living room,