Lost without you - A BounPrem Fanfiction 🔞 (english)

Chapter 20 - Beloved dump

Boun had contacted his grandmother that evening.

She was looking forward to being invited to lunch at her favorite restaurant the next day to meet her busy grandson and his best friend.

Boun and Prem fervently hoped Yai would accept if they told her they were a couple and that they might be allowed to get Yai's house.

At 12 noon, the two villa candidates stood in front of the long-established Thai restaurant in Siam, which advertised that it served the best local cuisine in town.
Yai loved this food and had known the owner for years.
Her husband and he, Yai and her best friend had once been an inseparable quartet. After Yai had married her husband and her female best friend had married her male best friend, they had started their own families and lost track of each other for a while. Since Boun's grandfather had died and her old friend's wife shortly afterwards, they had been in contact again.

He ran the restaurant together with his son, but had already left almost everything to him and was actually only there pro forma, mostly at lunchtime, to see whether the business was still buzzing at that time. He didn't interfere in anything, but always kept an eye on things and helped his son with any questions he had.

Boun and Prem didn't know how familiar Yai was with the owner, but she had always raved about the food there, so it seemed right to invite her along.

At the agreed time they waited outside the restaurant.
Actually they had wanted to pick up Yai, but she had arranged to go shopping with a friend that morning and wanted to be driven directly from there to the restaurant.

"Oh dear, I hope everything goes well. I like your Yai so much, I couldn't bear it if she had something against...."

Prem had bowed his head. He was leaning next to Boun at the staircase of the restaurant in a small side alley.

There was no one here, but they didn't dare hold hands, because someone could come out of the building at any moment, or someone could want to go in.

Prem, in particular, was very nervous and would have liked nothing more than to lie in Boun's arms and wait snuggled up to him for his grandmother. That would really have calmed him down a lot more.

"Ssscchh....don't worry. She really likes you, just like my mom, she's still really fit and mentally sharp for her age, just like Dad said, I don't think she'll have a problem with it....and even if....my little Chubby, you know I could never leave you." Boun was a little scared himself, but tried to encourage Prem and not let on. He would have loved to give him a big hug.

This feeling right now was so wonderful and at the same time so unpleasant and unfair. Seeing Boun in front of him, so confident about their love, was incredibly wonderful, but not being allowed to hold him in his arms and kiss him because it could have caused gossip and turmoil was hell.

They exchanged longing glances as people kept entering and leaving the restaurant.

But they didn't have long to mope, because a rather impressive dark blue car suddenly turned into the alley. It was a BMW sedan with tinted windows. Boun and Prem were amazed when the car, the type they normally drove to events or larger functions with press and fans, pulled up right in front of the restaurant. The driver got out, he was about Boun's age, maybe slightly older, tall, corpulent but muscular, wearing glasses and a black suit. He greeted Boun and Prem politely, opened the right-hand rear door of the car and the sound of women laughing could be heard. Boun was amazed when he saw his grandmother getting out of the car in a fashionable two-piece suit, with large sunglasses, manicured nails and a handbag that could be classified in a price category that, in dollars, certainly had three zeros after the front number.