Since we were two

Sorry

TAY.

"It is your fault,"  I spoke to Gun.
"Now New was upset and angry with me; I should not have agreed to this."
Let me tell you, we're only playing with New about room exchange; it's all Shorty's plan. I think we should just have fun, but seeing New makes me feel guilty.

"But I was only playing."  He said, giving puppy eyes.

"It does not look like now."

"Peng, please help me. New is very serious." I asked off, knowing that New would not listen to me.

"Did you ask me before doing it? You handle yourself, and you, Gun, come with me." Off said, Drag Gun inside.

I also stepped inside and noticed that New was picking up his bag. I quickly locked the door.

"Sorry, but we are just playing,"  I murmured to him while holding his bag.

"But I'm not, so let it go."  He said.

"Where are you going? There is no room left."

"It's my problem, not yours." He said, looking at me; he was looking scary.

"No, you weren't going anywhere."  I took the bag again and placed it in the corner.

"I am. Just watch."  He said he attempted to unlock the door but failed. He gets very angry. I walked to him and hugged him from behind. He is attempting to be free, but if I let him.

"Hinny.." I called him softly and hugged him a little tighter.

"I'm sorry. I know I should stop knowing you're going to be upset, but I don't. You have the right to be angry, but please forgive me. I won't do it again, and you know I don't share rooms with anyone other than you." I said it to him gently, praying that it would work, but my apology came from my heart; I couldn't bear to see him sad.

"Let me go first."

"Promise that you will not go."

" The door has been locked." He said it in a stern tone. I let go of him, and he punched me in the stomach.

"Newwww…"  I gasped in pain. Fuck, he's strong.

"This is for playing with me."  He said that then hit me again.

" Hinnyyy…." Trying to get away from him, I called.

"Don't call me that; I'm still not talking to you."
~~

We went to bed once we had freshened up. He is not speaking, and anytime I try to talk with him, he ignores me, glares at me, or throws something at me. I have already apologised several times, yet...

We went to sleep for an hour. New was asleep as I was worrying about tomorrow, how everything would happen, and whether or not New would talk to me. Suddenly, a cushion hit my face.

"Stop thinking aloud; it's disturbing."  He said. How..? Can he hear my thoughts? It's not that I'm speaking loudly.

"Sorry,"  I said and turned to the opposite side. But it was pointless. I looked over at him again and went to beg for my sleeping medication; I needed to sleep or I'd make a mess tomorrow. I was ready to take medicine when he scratched at me.

"What are you doing?"  We asked at the same moment.

" I can't sleep."   I tried to take a tablet from him, but he kept it away from me. He doesn't like me taking sleeping pills; he constantly tells me to drink warm milk or do some exercise.

"No, now sleep," he stated while lying on the bed.

" Neww, give it to me; I needed it."  I try to reach for the pills.

" Sleep, tay."  He said, gazing at me. I'm annoyed with him. If I can sleep, I'll sleep for a long time, you idiot. I rested on my back with my eyes closed. After a minute, I felt him next to me, one hand on mine. He knows how to get me to sleep. I smiled at him.

This is my best friend, and he knows me better than I do. I am grateful to have him; I do not know what I would do without him. I looked at him, about to say something, but he beat me to it.

"Don’t talk to me. sleep."  I chucked his childish behaviour, ruffled his hair, and said good night.
~~~

We went to a fan meeting and had a great time. Many fans showed up, and we sang songs, played games, interacted with everyone, and teased them. New is still grumbling at me, although he was perfectly normal at the meeting. We know how much a fan can pay to see us, so we cannot let them down at any cost. They make us happy, which we will also have to do. After our meeting, we all left to explore new places. After a lot of effort, new has become normal. After supper, we return to our rooms. I grab my phone; there are two missed calls from me, so I call her.
"Hello, mea."

"Hello, Tay. How are you?"

" We just arrived at the hotel."

" Have you had dinner?"

" Yes, I've already eaten. How are you and Paa?"

" We're all good. I was wondering if you were coming home at the end of the week."

" Yes, mea. I will. I miss you all."

"We miss you too. Umm, Tay Pichai is also coming."

" Mea, I'm only coming home to meet you guys, not to see the girl, and I've already told you I'm not ready."

" It's just meeting Tay; we are not saying you get married; she's a nice girl; meet her as a friend; furthermore, you're 32 years old now. How much time do you need?"

" But mea…"

" Let's meet this weekend, okay?"

" Khap," I replied, knowing well that there was no point in arguing.

"Take care; come back safely."

"Yes, Mea, and you too. Bye." That call ended, and I'm not sure what to do next. Since I turned 28, my parents have been asking me about marriage. I always reject it, saying I'm too busy and need to focus on my work, but now that I'm 32, they've started talking about getting married again. Even though they set a date for me without knowing me, the pressure grows on me now that my brother has married and had a child, and I'm at a loss for what to do. It's not that I don't want to marry, but I don't have to find someone with whom I can feel like she's the one or with whom we can spend the rest of our lives. I'm also getting older.

"What happened?"  I was lost in thought when New asked.

"Mom had asked me to come home this weekend," I said and sat in bed.

" So, what's the big deal?"

"She wants to meet me with someone, most likely her friend's daughter."

" And…?"

" I'm not sure what to do."

"Just do what you do every time." He beamed over his face. He often helps me whenever I have a date with someone; he constantly accompanies me. Half of them genuinely believe anything is going on between us. But now, things are different.

"This time, I don't think it will work."

"Why?"

" Everyone likes her; she returned from Japan in less than three months."

" So you want to marry now?" He questioned me now, sitting in front of me with a serious expression.

"No. I do not want to."

"Then don't think much, just do what we always do, and call me if you have any problems." He said he had placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Okk."