BounPrem Is Real?

7. "So passively perfect!"

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Boun's POV:

Days passed into months that passed into the next year.

Prem's comforting words turned into reality. Our fans loved our pairing so much that we started getting more offers as a couple, our company saw no problem in taking them as Between Us would take time to finish and release.

Like every other couple our honeymoon phase had died down, we were now more comfortable being like an old married couple, unbothered by not spending time together or putting the efforts to get dressed and go out with each other... all our focus was on work, on how to provide a better scene, more emotive, better comic timing, feeling the character.. all of it. We enjoyed doing our own tasks in our us time, individually but together.

"Babyyyy....." I hear Prem's voice. It's the please pamper me, I am tired and sad voice.

He comes to me, shoulders slumped, dragging his footsteps with pouty lips and crossed brows. I open my arms as he walks right into them.

"Oh my poor lil thing, come here." I say as I rub his back in an attempt to comfort him.

We stay like that for a while, enough for me to figure something is up. I look down at him, he places his chin on my chest and looks up at me with tear filled eyes.

"Baby what's wrong?"

"I don't know, i think we need to talk. I'm sorry" His bottom lip begins to quiver.

My heart sinks into my stomach, is he breaking up with me? Are those feelings gone? I look into his eyes, hesitance, sadness, doubtful... if he's not happy, then I won't force it. I can't.

"Hey, sit down for a minute, you know you can tell me anything, right?" I tell him, making him sit down on the bed.

"Ofcourse I know.." he nods.

I don't say anything allowing him to speak taking his time, I don't even look at him, instead I just focus on my hands that he's taken into his and placed them on his lap.

He finally opens his mouth to talk and I know whatever follows is going to be a dagger in my heart. "I love you bb, so much, believe me, I love you a lot."

"But?"

"N-no there's no but, I love you that is for sure." He says moving my hands with his.

"You're sick of me?" I manage to ask.

"NO! I could never get sick of you baby, don't say that" he denies vehemently. "Sure, I could say that we've been around each other a lot lately and I'm having trouble drawing the line between my work and personal life because they're both with you, so I find ourselves around each other all the time but that doesn't mean I hate you or don't like you or I'm sick of you. What I'm trying to say is, I'm worried we might get bored of each other, begin to take one another for granted. Forget to honour each other. And that scares me. It really freaking scares the living shit out of me love."

"We already did decide on personal space and time, but I guess it's hard to find that to be adequate given all the other time we spend around each other." I reason.

"Are you mad?"

"No.. no... Hurt yes sure but not mad, you're not to blame here, it's normal to feel what you're feeling, I think it'll do good to take more space from each other."

"A-are you breaking up-"

"Don't be silly my love. I'm just suggesting that we take more space, maybe we can start with spending less time over each other's? Like I could come over just twice a week initially and then lessen it to once a week. To quote Kesha, your love is my drug" I say and he laughs through his sniffles, "so ease me into it?"

He nods. "And we always discuss and talk not make decisions alone, these are just suggestions, if you don't feel good about it, you can always talk to me again. You know that right?"

"Ofcourse love. Why the heck are you so nice and understanding? You should be mad and pick a fight! Accusing me of having an affair is the least you can do. So passively perfect!" He complains making me crack a smile.

"There's only room for one person to behave like that in this relationship and that's gotta be you, I cannot take away the crown from you." I tell him in a mocking serious tone.

"Dang right you are! Eyes off my crown." He demands and I kiss his snotty nose.

"We've got some leftover salmon in the fridge, may I interest you in a snack, sir?"

"When have I ever said no to salmon?" He deadpans.

"Right." I smile and head towards the kitchen when he calls out to me again.

"Baby!"

"Yes?"

"You know that I'm toxic only for you right?"

"That's exactly what a toxic person would say. I know." I answer with a fondness I have only for him.

"And that I will chop your dick off if you cheat on me during this space, that's clear as well, yes?" He asks casually making me gulp.

How does he say such intense things so normally? Knowing my man, he's very capable. Once a bartender, in prem's words "smiled at me for longer than 3 Mississippi" and now whenever I visit that bar, with Prem or even alone, that bartender doesn't once look me in the eye.

So when someone like that says he needs space, the ideal thing is to not worry but I can't help but find myself thinking that its over and he's just buying time to ease us both into it. I know Prem would always be honest with me, even if that honesty hurt but I feel the insecurities creeping up in me.

This space is not going to be good for me, I don't think I can even give it to him like I suggested but I've got to try. I'm going to have to find a way to deal with this. I don't think I feel okay.

"You've got an issue with that?" His voice brings me back.

"None whatsoever! My dick is yours."

"Why don't you serve it to me rolled up in salmon?" He reverts cheekily.

It's Prem, I've got nothing to worry about-I tell myself. He's my lucky charm. He wants me. He won't stop. He won't.

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