Lost without you - A BounPrem Fanfiction 🔞 (english)

Chapter 24 - A ring from the heart (part2) 🔞

"Hia, that's not funny at all! I'm not wearing this....never...they can forget it!" Yelled Prem, who was still kneeling behind Boun in bed in the early morning, looking over his boyfriend's shoulder in complete horror and looking at something on his cell phone.
New had sent Boun a few pictures of the fashion collection that had been specially designed for the Free Fire Game event the following week.
An event at which the main cast of their joint series "Until we meet again" simply had to sit down, play the mobile game FreeFire enthusiastically and answer the usual questions for the press and fans in various interviews.

"The shirt still works, although it looks like a patchwork accident that's too big, but the blue knee breeches and the blue and orange balloon cap don't work, I'm out!" Prem continued to grumble, slumped back in bed and crossed his arms in front of his chest with a pinched face. The only thing missing now was the stomping, along the lines of a 4-year-old saying "No (stomp), I'm not eating my soup!"

"Why are you wearing white trousers, a white sack with a stylish blue hood and only a few other color applications, and I'm supposed to look like a clown? We just wore white shirts with the Freefire print and our own clothes for the last promo!"
Prem just wouldn't give up complaining.

Boun knew it wasn't helping, but he turned to his boyfriend and had to grin terribly. Prem was just so cute while fussing over the planned outfit.

"I bet my cute little Pao looks adorable in that cute hat." Boun teased, earning a look that instantly lowered the room temperature by 5 degrees.

Wow, that was really freezing cold.

"Oh Pao, I'm sure we can find a compromise. We'll just say the hat and pants weren't the right size....just didn't fit.... and you'll wear something else with the shirt?" Boun suggested and put his finger to his chin thoughtfully.

Prem shot up from the bed.
"Is that possible?" He asked with an obviously quite euphoric gleam of hope in his eyes.

"Um...no." Boun replied quite pragmatically and shrugged his shoulders cheekily.

A pillow immediately stuck to his face.

"Cheeky!" Prem grumbled, while Boun almost choked with laughter under the pillow.

But then Boun took a little pity, put his cell phone away and threw the pillow weapon next to him on the bed. He crawled backwards, put his arm around Prem and let himself slide gently back into the pillows with him.
"Don't worry, I'm sure New will let you talk to him. He already said there was still a bit of room for us, we just have to wear something from the designer that's clearly visible, maybe he has some long pants in black and you can leave the cap off. But it wouldn't matter, you look stunning in anything, my angel."

"You're such a sweet talker." Prem said with narrowed eyes and poked Boun in his stomach muscles, who squeaked and laughed in response.

"Lucky for you, that works perfectly for me."
Boun immediately got a little make-up kiss on the nose and smiled contentedly.

"New said something else, by the way...." Boun's mischievous side was really on fire at the moment and he couldn't help but grin naughtyly again before he continued.

"What, Hia?" Prem asked with a raised eyebrow, because there could only be some kind of cheekiness coming.

"The designer originally intended for the couples to have, um... some kind of distinguishing feature. Well, so that you could recognize who was who. But thankfully New was able to talk him out of it. Some of the outfits were supposed to have pink appliqués." Boun thought it was incredibly funny, but Prem didn't understand.

"Who's who? But you can see that you're Boun and I'm Prem...or who's Ohm and who's Fluke....and why pink?" Prem looked extremely confused.

Boun's eyes widened. He had to laugh again.