BounPrem Is Real?

3. Is This Why You....?

Titty Tuesday

I don't know why I typed that.

Prem's POV:

I had to leave. I just had to run away. Or else he'd see it. He'd see my rising boner. I didn't turn. I couldn't. I couldn't  at any cost bare to look at his face, I don't even know what expression would possibly be there. 

Just like I can't bring myself to look at his face right now. It's unreadable anyway. His head is down. His gorgeous hair is covering his face, sort of at least. Our agency is wondering how this picture was taken and why is it even an issue.

It's a snap of me and our director New at dinner. It doesn't look romantic but we're deep in conversation. I can feel the chill in the air. I don't know what P'Boun is thinking. Does he like P'New? Then why'd he kiss me?

"This usually doesn't happen. Must be the paparazzi that follows Prem. They're just trying to dig for a scandal." Someone from the team speaks up.

"We can squash these rumors by making Boun and Prem look more chummy and close." Another suggests.

Soon the meeting gets blown into putting us through  more public appearances through advertisements and live interviews and vlogs.

We already had a lot to shoot together but now they're making us tight packed
schedules without so much so as breathing space. What if we get sick of each other in this time?

I dare to peak at him through my lashes, he's focused at the paperweight in front of him. I don't know what to make out of this.

"It was just an innocent dinner between director and a cast member." I hurriedly speak up, feeling the need to explain and I notice a tick in his jaw.

"It doesn't matter, even if it was not innocent, we don't care. We just have to protect you and solve this with as minimum damage as possible." A staff member says.

"Yes, I mean it is odd that there was no one else but the two of you- but"

"Excuse me?" This time it is Boun who cuts them. Finally he's spoken after being quiet all this while.

My heart plummeting with fear.

"What did you just say? As an agency, you're supposed to protect your actors, not make value judgments. You have a really small mind if you think the fact that it was just the two of them calls for any attention. The media is doing their job, they earn a living off this stuff. But what benefit do you gain? Using me as bait might help but it won't solve anything as long as people in our agency keep such a mindset. It seems futile then, to put in such efforts to make people believe that nothing is going on when people in the agency believe otherwise."

The man clears his throat embarrassed and apologizes to Boun.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to him." He notions with his head. Still not sparing me a glance.

"I'm extremely sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate anything-"

"It's okay" I cut him off wanting everyone to just shut up about the picture.

"If that will be all, I'mma head out now." Boun says and walks out with a gentle bow.

I have this need in me to spring up and chase behind him. But I stay put in my seat like I'm frozen.

I feel so confused. 

I thought he'd be mad. Why is he not? Why did he take my side? It doesn't feel like he's not mad. A sinking feeling pools in my stomach and without another word I follow suit. I see him on the ground floor and I hurry downstairs. Could've used the elevator but I wouldn't seem dramatic at all, now would I?

The moment I reach downstairs, I look around for him but see no sight.

I make a dash to the entry point without thinking. Suddenly there is a flash and many such more flashes. There's a pool of reporters. I can barely open my eyes, they're shouting questions, "What is the relationship between you and director New?" "Is there an upcoming script?" "Why wasn't your colleague there?" and all sorts of things. 

As if some god sent angel appears by my side, Boun speaks up holding his jacket over me, "I request you to respect my co-actor's privacy and not bombard us with such irrelevant questions. As for my presence at the dinner, I'd like to make it clear that I bailed out last minute on our plans for some errands that I had to run. Let us not make a mountain out of a molehill, there is nothing more to that picture than you see, please do not dig." He ushers the two of us from there and gets us into the car, ignoring their further and rather infuriating questions. 

Once again the air is still. It's been a minute or so.  He hasn't said anything. "P' I-"

"Is this why you were dodging my question? The one i asked you in the greenroom? If you had a crush on him?" the bite in his voice is evident. 

"Did you ask me because you're interested in him?" I shoot back.

"What? NO! why would you even?-"

"He too didn't wanna know from your end." I mutter visibly pouting.

"Know what? who? What are you talking about?" now he looks confused. 

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." I conclude sourly.

"Is this why you ran out this morning?" he grits out and I turn to look at him flabbergasted. 

Now I see it, the full blown hurt that must have been contained all this while and I swear I can feel my heart contract. 

"Phi" i manage and raise my hand to his face without realizing the impact of my action. 

"You shouldn't have to hide anything from your P" He croaks out then asks for the car to be pulled over. 

I somehow feel like I am not liking the tone of this P that he has used. It feels distant strange foreign.  

"I'm taking the day off, you should do what you want too. I'll see you tomorrow. We have lots to do beginning tomorrow." and with that he leaves the car, pulls up his mask, calls for a cab and is gone.

All of a sudden I can taste salt. 

                                                                                              Thank you for reading. Thank you for the votes and comments. 

I cannot believe that I will be graduating soon. 

I am literally trying not to keep any high angst in this book it's so hard OMG lmao X'D

Much love, 

Thiea.