99. Awkwardness

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"Can you stop acting so stiff around him?" Fluke followed Prem into their hotel room slamming the door behind him.

The shooting of the series 'Housemates' had started. As the main leads, Boun, Prem, Ohm and Fluke did their first live session to interact with their fans. It almost ended up being a disaster when Boun and Prem started acting weird. Fluke as the only person who is familiar with doing lives had a hard time distracting fans from Boun and Prem.

"Damn it, Fluke. It's not like I want to act weird with him. but I just can't help it." Prem threw the towel on the ground in frustration.

"Look, Prem. I do understand that it is difficult for either of you to put on the whole act in front of everyone but in front of the fans it's okay to show some chemistry." Fluke sat next to Prem who was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. "That is what we call fan service. We should show our chemistry to the audience so that they would start shipping you two."

"Oh, shut it, Fluke. We are not shooting a Y series." Prem buried his face in the pillow.

"I know we are not shooting a Y series. But the makers want the two of you to show off your chemistry in this series so that you guys can have a boost when the other series go on air." Fluke reasoned.

Prem sat up hugging the pillow "Fluke, can you stop acting like you don't know what is going on."

"I know what is going on and that is exactly why I am asking you to act normal." Fluke moved closer to Prem. "Bub, I do admit that I asked the two of you to keep your distance but that didn't mean that you guys have to give up on each other." He placed his hands on Prem's shoulders. "The way you reacted to him today, it was almost as if you were disgusted by him."

"I didn't mean anything like that." Prem's voice raised in anxiety as he shot up from the bed

"I know you didn't mean it." Fluke applied a little force on Prem's shoulders making him sit back down. "But I think P' Boun thought so. Didn't you notice that he was acting like a kicked puppy, trying his maximum not to make you uncomfortable?"

Prem covered his face with both palms and groaned. "I am an idiot."

"It's good that you realize it" Fluke smirked.

"Ha ha ha" Prem let out a fake laugh. "So funny."

Fluke sniffled his laugh seeing Prem's disgusted expression. "Alright. Alright. I won't tease you. Let's get back to the topic."

Prem snorted.

"Prem, you have to keep making subtle efforts if you want to keep him for yourself instead of behaving like a wimp."

"I know. I don't want to be like this either, Fluke." Prem punched the bed releasing his anger. "But I am afraid. Truly afraid. That I will give myself away. That people watching him will use me as his weak point and attack him again like they did before."

"Bub, I understand your fear na. but if you being away from him is going to cause a drift in your relationship, then what is the use of doing all this? Neither of you is going to be happy if you keep being like this."

Prem put away the pillow and sat facing Fluke. "Fluke, can you quit playing hot and cold at the same time? It was your damn idea to keep us away from each other and act as if we mean nothing to each other and now you want me to get close to him? What the hell are you playing at Fluke? I don't understand what you are expecting me to do?"

Fluke grabbed a pack of chips and started munching on it, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"Oh Hello, Khun Fluke, I am asking you something. Answer me, Damn it." Prem was losing his cool.

"I did ask you to keep your distance in public but I never asked you to cut ties with him completely." Fluke stuffed his mouth with a large piece of potato chips.

Prem snatched the chips packet from his friend and started eating. "Care to explain, Khun Fluke?"

"What I mean is that you can still be close to him without making things too obvious to others. You can easily cover your interactions as friendly interactions between colleagues." Fluke shrugged stating the obvious. "You guys are just too dumb that you couldn't figure out something like this easily. There is always a way out of any problem."

Prem fought back his urge to beat the crap out of his best friend. "Khraaab Khun Fluke... this mere mortal is not as intelligent as the great lord here." He flashed his fakest smile at Fluke. "I thank you so much for your great advice." He exaggeratedly bowed to Fluke on top of the bed.

Fluke was speechless watching Prem "You really need to take more acting lessons." He moved away as if he was repulsed by Prem. "You suck at it."

"Thank you for the compliment." flashing a plastic smile at Fluke, Prem grabbed a handful of chips and eat it all in one go.

"Slow down, idiot. you will choke." Fluke warned patting Prem's back. Prem glared back at him. "I only meant well, alright? I am not playing the villain with you two."

Prem crumbled the empty wrapper of the chips and threw it in a perfect parabola to the dustbin at the end of the room. He laid back on the bed.

"Please wipe your hands using a tissue before going to bed." Fluke glanced at Prem's oily hands and comment.

"No, I won't wipe it on the tissue." Prem sat up with an evil smile.

"Prem no," Fluke screamed as if he could read Prem's thoughts from his smile.

The next moment Prem jumped on top of Fluke, wiping all the oil on Fluke's face and clothes, while Fluke tried his best to protect himself.

"Ah, you asshole, get off you me" Fluke wrestled with Prem who was dead set on wiping all the left-over oil on him. "I swear I will kill you if you touch my face with those hands." He tried to push away his friend who was dominating him.

"Oh really? Then I will look forward to being killed by you." Prem who was physically stronger than Fluke managed to rub the oil all over Fluke's face and clothes.

"Damn You, bitch." Fluke looked down on his dirtied clothes and grabbed tissues to wipe his face. "Mark my words, Prem, I am not going to help with P' Boun's case."

"Oh, my god. I am so scared." Prem made a mock scared expression.

Fluke scowled at him before heading to the washroom to wash his face.

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