When Worlds Collide (Taynew)

episode ✍️ 38

Tay brought New to the room and gently laid him down on the bed. But New quickly sat up, pouting.

"New, sleep," Tay said firmly.

"I’m hungry," New whined.

"Didn’t you eat dinner?" Tay asked.

"I did... but now I’m hungry. I want ice cream," New replied, his eyes pleading.

Tay shook his head, "No ice cream at night. Just sleep."

New frowned, determined, "No! I want ice cream! Please, Tar, just one!"

Tay sighed, "No, New. You can have it in the morning. Now sleep."

New pouted harder, "I want to go home."

Tay raised a brow, "At this hour, you want to go home?"

New nodded enthusiastically, "I want to go to my moon home. The one we built recently with my friends!"

Tay closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his patience. "New, sleep. When you wake up in the morning, you can go wherever you want."

But New wasn’t having it. "I want to go now!" he protested, his voice playful and cry, although no tears actually fell from his eyes.

Tay sighed again, more sternly this time, "New, stop it and sleep."

New sat quietly for a moment, his head drooping. Then he mumbled, "I feel hot. I want to swim." He started to take off his clothes.

"No swimming! Don’t take your clothes off," Tay warned, trying to stay calm.

But New, oblivious to Tay’s frustration, continued undressing. "I’m going to swim in the sea!" He attempted to stand but wobbled, his legs trembling from the alcohol.

Tay rubbed his temples. "New, just sleep. Don’t make me angry."

"I just want to swim," New pouted again, stumbling a little.

Tay shot him a look, "You want to swim at night, completely drunk, huh?"

New pouted, "I’m not drunk! I’m perfectly fine!" He tried to stand still but swayed. "I’m in my room, right? What are you doing here, Tar? Only two people can stay in one room. You should go to the other room!"

Tay sighed deeply, "So now you want me to leave?"

New paused, his expression softening. "No, stay here. I want to sleep beside you... it feels safe and good."

Tay nodded, "Then stop talking and sleep. Or I’m leaving."

New, ignoring Tay’s words, mumbled again, "I want to take a bath... I feel so hot." But as he started to speak again, he suddenly held his stomach. "Tar

... I feel uneasy..."

Tay’s concern grew. "Do you feel pain?"

New shook his head, "I feel like... vomiting."

Tay quickly stood up. "Go to the bathroom. Don’t vomit here!" But before New could move, he vomited on the floor.

Tay clenched his fists, not angry at New, but furious at the situation—angry at whoever let New drink and at Off for allowing it. He forced himself to calm down and approached New, who had collapsed back onto the bed, too tired to move.

Tay sighed and called room service to clean up the mess. After ensuring the room was tidied, Tay covered New with a blanket. Once the room was silent again, Tay stood there for a moment, looking at the closed door and then at New’s sleeping form. He soaked a towel and gently wiped New’s face, cleaning him up.