⋆˚₊•Marriage Of Convenience•₊˚⋆{Bounprem}

6⋆˚₊•INTO THE DEPTHS•₊˚⋆

[CONTINUATION]

[NO ONE'S POV:]

Two days had passed since their argument, each day heavier than the last with the unspoken tension between them. Boun found himself pacing the villa, restless under the weight of guilt. He decided to venture out to a nearby bar, seeking a temporary escape from the stifling silence.

"Hey, Prem, I'm heading out for a bit. Want to join?" Boun called out tentatively from the doorway of Prem's room.

Inside, Prem hesitated, his heart conflicted. "No, thanks," he finally replied softly, avoiding Boun's eyes.

Boun nodded, suppressing a sigh. "Okay, I'll be back later," he said, turning away with a pang of disappointment.

[BOUN'S POV:]

The bar was dimly lit, a haven of noise and laughter that provided a welcome distraction. Boun nursed a drink, trying to drown out the guilt gnawing at him. Several rounds later, he stumbled back towards the villa, his mind clouded with alcohol but his heart heavy with regret.

As he approached the entrance, Boun spotted Prem waiting for him, a mix of concern and exasperation on his face. "Prem! Fancy seeing you here," Boun greeted with a lopsided grin, his words slightly slurred.

Prem sighed inwardly, his worry deepening at the sight of Boun's state. "Let's get you inside," he said gently, reaching out to steady Boun as he wobbled closer.

Boun leaned into Prem's touch, a wave of affection washing over him. "You're so warm," he murmured, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Prem blushed, feeling flustered yet touched by Boun's vulnerability. "Come on, Boun. Let's get you to bed," he urged softly, guiding Boun towards his room.

Inside the villa, Boun clung to Prem, his inhibitions loosened by alcohol. "You're really nice, you know that?" he slurred, his words tinged with sincerity.

Prem chuckled softly, his heart aching at Boun's unexpected vulnerability. "Thanks, Boun. Let's focus on getting you settled," he replied, trying to keep the situation under control.

Boun pouted childishly, refusing to let go of Prem's arm. "I don't want to," he protested weakly, his gaze imploring for attention.

Prem sighed, realizing he had to be firm. "You need to take a shower, Boun," he insisted gently, gently prying Boun's grip off him.

Boun shook his head stubbornly, his gaze fixed on Prem. "Don't wanna," he mumbled, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

Prem couldn't help but smile at Boun's antics, despite the circumstances. "Come on, Boun. It'll make you feel better," he coaxed, slowly guiding Boun towards the bathroom.

Boun stumbled along, his movements clumsy but endearing to Prem. "I feel fine," he argued weakly, though his eyes betrayed the hurt beneath the bravado.

Prem gently guided Boun into the bathroom towards the shower.

"Take a quick shower, Boun. I'll be outside, okay?" Prem asked, noticing Boun's lingering pout.

Suddenly, Prem noticed a change in Boun's expression, a glint in his eyes as he looked closely, catching Boun eyeing him up and biting his lip.

Prem glanced down at his attire-casual shorts accentuating his toned thighs, a simple shirt showcasing his arms and shoulders, his smooth neck exposed.

Boun began walking towards Prem, who instinctively backed against the wall. Boun placed his hands on either side of Prem's face.

"Boun, what are you doing?" Prem asked, his voice filled with concern and hesitation.