Newwiee is considered introvert. Always wants to be alone. He feels free that way.
Tay is a workaholic lad. Socializing is already natural in his system.
With opposite personalities and beliefs, the two didn't get to have a proper first impression...
I'm back. Again. I'll be wasting your time. Again.
Hope you enjoy this chapter. Again just like the other chapters.
Thank you to the readers of this story. Why does it sounds like it's not mine? Because it's not. Its TAYNEW's story. Silly me.....
Let's GO!!!!!
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New secretly enjoying dancing. It's like telling him to let loose and just go with the beat. Let the music lead his body. They're on their own floor and who'll judge him when all his companion is also doing the same thing.
Except the guy who's looking their way. Tay. His ever so attractive, handsome, hot..... does he even have to say every adjective he can think of? He's aware of his boyfriend's charisma to ladies.
He's moving his hips seductively, hoping Tay will notice. But that game is not for him. He can only rely on his books on what to do and the guy is just looking at him.
He took a glance at him and see the impatient in his face. Does he want to leave already? Then it only means one thing. He failed.
New hang himself to the railings. The glass he's holding is already empty. He wanted more.
Calling their personal waiter to order another drink. He doesn't even know how may glass he had already. Never thought he's liking the taste of it. And it looks pretty too. Looks like the sea in a glass.
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(A/N: I only search for a cocktail drink that tastes sweet but strong flavor as I'm not a drinker myself. This is the first prettiest that I saw and it says one of the strongest fruity cocktail. Please, bear with me.)
This would be the first time that he'll get drunk. If ever that'll happen. Which sooner as he keeps on sipping his drink while swaying his body.
As for Tay, he had enough of his boyfriend. He's trying to control himself not to drag New out of the club and lock him.
He slowly approached the group and grabbed New's wrist. Tight but careful not to inflict any pain.
"You've had enough. Let's go," he whispered close to New's left year.
New whined and shake his hand trying to free himself.
"I still want to dance P'Tay. Let me dance, pleasssseeeee~...." New begs and putting his hands together and Tay's hand is still on his wrist.
The nerve of his boyfriend to even pout his pinkish plump lips and teary eyes as if trying to make him feel guilty for stopping him enjoy the night.
Tay got no objection at all. If only it's just the two of them. But NO! He's too observant to their surroundings. He can see eyes towards New. HIS NEW. He is dancing too sexy and bet his boyfriend is not aware of what he's doing at all.
