IT'S YOU

3

Lunch time has finally arrived. Meanwhile, Prem was getting impatient and nervous at the same time. He was sitting on the table near the window of the cafeteria, and he can easily see Boun walking near.

Wait Boun? Oh, shit. There he is.

Boun was making his way towards the table where Prem was seated, and he takes a seat in front of the tensed up man. He smirks.

"Hey, Nong." He greeted.

His eyebrows creased in utter confusion upon seeing the empty table, he was expecting the younger to be ordering food for himself now. But he didn’t.

“Why haven’t you ordered anything yet?” He asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

Prem cleared his throat, his ears were turning red at the polite nickname the senior just called him.

"U— Uh well. . .  I— I waited for you! So we can order food t— together." He stammered.

The older stared at him blankly, and he prayed silently that he didn't say anything wrong.

Sooner, the blankness of Boun's expression disappeared and it immediately turned into a smile forming on the corner of his lips.

"Ah, I see. Order together? Well, okay. Let’s go." He replied with a loud chuckle escaping his mouth.

It made the black-haired man uncomfortable, yet he didn't even know why. Boun stood up from the seat, lending his hands towards Prem. Huh. . .

The younger stared at it for a while, before accepting it nervously. Boun pulled him up and they soon walked to the cafeteria’s counter together.

After ordering, they went back to their table and started to eat. It wasn't silent, because damn was Boun so noisy.

"You know what, Nong? You don't have to be awkward around me! I'm friendly, and I can easily make friends with other people, especially junior students." He said while laughing. Prem smiled as he stared at the older in amusement.

He looks so cute while laughing.

Boun saw that the other was looking at him, and he can tell that Prem was clearly spacing out because he didn't even listened at the words he was blabbering a few minutes ago.

"Nong?" He called, and Prem immediately snapped back into reality. As soon as he realized, his ears turned pink.

"Huh? Oh. . . S— Sorry! I was thinking about something." Prem chuckled sheepishly while looking down.

Boun giggled, "Nah, Nong. It’s okay! By the way, my friends will be having a celebration for Ohm's birthday tomorrow, wanna come? Oh yes, you will." He smiled cheekily, and that made Prem bit his lower lip.

"Okay, but where?" He asked as he sipped on his sprite.

"At a fancy club." Boun answered immediately. The black-haired man froze.

"Club?" He echoed and the other nod his head.

He didn’t want to go, but he also didn’t want to miss a moment with Boun. It’s complicated. Clubs disturbs the hell out of him since then, the vibe inside was unlikable and wearying.

He gulped. Cool, now I have to sacrifice my dignity tomorrow just to see a crush.

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Class finally ended. It was honestly a long day for Prem. He was still thinking about the incidents that happened to him and Boun earlier, especially the older man’s voice and his handsome face. He kept blushing and reminiscing on his way home.