Call It What You Want (BounPrem-Reimagined)

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"There's a stripper in your house?!" Ohm whisper-yelled, his eyes wide and demanding as he stared at me seriously.

"Yes. Keep it down! You might offend him or something." I sneered, shaking my head. Ohm bit his lip, his face contorting as his eyebrows met together. He let out a huff, as if he's trying to scream with his mouth closed - if that makes sense. His fingers went through his hair, almost tearing the strands off of his scalp and I honestly don't know what his deal is.

"Offend him? Offend him? He is a stripper, Boun!" He exclaimed, still keeping that hushed tone, though.

"Okay, he's a stripper! But so what? That doesn't make him less of a person! He needs a place to stay; what's so wrong about offering him a temporary place?" I queried, shaking my head.

"What's wrong is that you let a stripper - wait - you let a stranger in your house who just happens to be a damn stripper!"

"Hey! You're the one who introduced him to me, don't get all crazy about this!"

"Introduce you? I fucking payed him to give you a lap dance!"

"You introduced him to me, basically!"

"I do not get your logic but, Boun, there may be a very fine line separating introducing someone to paying someone to give you a fucking show but, whatever. What ever floats your weird, damned boat." He said through exasperation, his eyes rolling after the words stumbled down his tongue. He isn't angry, he is just frustrated as he is trying to keep his voice down. But I still don't get it. Why is he looking at me as if I'd just committed such a tedious crime. Is there something wrong in helping someone who is in great need of help? I don't think so.

"Whatever. I'm helping him and that's it." I said and turned to the direction of the pool area, dragging the sliding door open. I need the fresh air. Ohm has been under my nose since seven am. I just so happen to call him as soon as I wok up from my sleep (well, basically it was just a nap, seeing as I couldn't really sleep much as I once again worked on my book). I thought that it was okay to call him and tell him that I let Prem stay in my house. I just wanted to update him. But I was so wrong. I shouldn't have told him this. I didn't know that he would flip his shit.

"I just don't get why you decided to let him stay in your damn house. He is a stranger, Boun. You may be twenty-six years old but there's this saying called 'stranger danger' in case you've forgotten about ma's words." My brother decided to continue our argument outside as he followed me, his voice in a normal volume now.

I rolled my eyes at him even though I've got my back facing him. "He isn't that much of a stranger. I mean, I already got to know him. Kinda." I tried defending, basically whispering the last word but my brother scoffed, letting out a laugh straight after.

"Oh, because he gave you a lap dance, doesn't mean that you're suddenly close to him." He said, slapping my arm in the process.

"I don't get what your deal is! Why can't you just drop it? It's not like this is your house, Ohm!"

"I am just trying to look after you. People could be sketchy; they might look trustworthy on the outside but, hell, they could be plotting your death in their heads, for all we know."

"Stop being so judgmental, will you? People like you are the reason why our country is continuously deteriorating." I mumbled, shaking my head and crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Don't get all political with me, Boun." He raised his hands up in defense, making me shake my head. "What I'm trying to say is that you do not know the guy." He said, sounding a lot calmer now. I appreciate his concern and I kind of get him. I nodded to him, smiling slightly. I would stand on my decision, still. I still think that Prem is a nice guy who needs someone who's willing to help him. "And that he's a stripper working in a gay strip club."