taynew | oneshots

fuck, i hate you

| summary: tay catches new masturbating to him |

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Tay woke up to an empty space beside him, causing him to scrunch his eyebrows in confusion and rub the sleep away from his eyes as he sat up from his bed. Tay looked down at the vacant spot next to him and looked around the room for his best friend. Where was he?

Checking the time—it was still 3am in the morning, Tay hopped off their shared bed and walked outside the bedroom in search of New.

Tay was staying over at New's house for the night as it was too late to go back home at the time he got off work. He felt bad for leaving Khaotang alone, but figured he would head home early tomorrow morning in apology.

"Hin?" Tay called out, turning the corner to the bathroom and stopping when he noticed the light. Tay rolled his eyes at himself for even worrying slightly, but the action stopped when he heard a groan.

"Hin?" Tay walked up to the bathroom door, grabbing the knob and twisting only to find it was locked.

"Fuck—" Tay heard New say from the other side, and then another groan.

Tay was starting to get worried. "New? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"N-no," Tay heard New weakly reply.

"Are you sure?" Tay heard another groan and then some huffs. What was happening in there? Tay knocked. "New—"

"I'm fine—I'm—"

"Hin?"

"Close."

"What?" Tay asked and then twisted the knob again, "Hin, open the damn door!"

"Leave—"

"What?"

"Just go—" A grunt, "please."

Tay stood outside the door for a few more seconds before slowly backing away and slowly made his way towards the bedroom. He was confused and worried. What was wrong with New? Was he hurt?

Tay sat on the edge of the bed and pondered about the million different things that could've happened to New to be groaning and grunting in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

The door creaked open and Tay looked up in surprise, immediately relaxing when New came in with flushed cheeks and sweat covering his face.

"What happened?" Tay asked, standing to his feet and watching New take a seat instead, keeping some distance between them.

"Nothing."

"What do you mean?" Tay snapped, annoyed that New wasn't saying anything, "you sounded hurt—you were groaning in pain—"

New interrupted, eyes looking away from Tay and instead at his fidgeting hands, "I wasn't groaning in pain."

"Yes, you were."

"No—"

"What the hell did I hear then?" Tay snapped, crossing his arms and leaning on one side.

"You heard nothing," New simply replied, getting up from his spot and facing Tay, "I don't have to tell you everything, Tay."

"I'm worried—"

"Well, don't worry this one time, okay?"

Tay watched New look away and slip inside the covers of the bed, his back facing Tay now.

"Why are you so red and sweaty?" Tay asked, following New to the bed except he stayed sat up. "Are you really not hurt?"

"I'm fine, Tay."