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Before, Boun did not quite understand the meaning of that saying because he adored everyone around him. He never hesitated to love someone; to him, as long as a person treated him well, he was ready to offer his protection. But now, perhaps Boun understands his mother's words a bit better, especially since that person is now just a few steps away from him.
The one, without Boun realising it, has become an indispensable part of his small world.
Under the stage lights, the younger one appeared to be draped in a soft silken veil, the warm rays enveloping his figure and making him seem more ethereal than ever. But Boun knew that no matter what happened, that person would always choose him, just like before, and because...
The place beside Boun was meant solely for him. Boun's person. His person.
When Boun saw the hand he had cherished for so many year appear in front of him, he felt a mix of confusion and awkwardness. This was not due to their lack of experience performing on a big stage or in front of thousand of people; rather, it was the overwhelming emotions swelling inside him at the moment. Boun wondered what he should do next, as his turn was only a few seconds away.
Despite his turbulent feelings, it seemed as if Boun's heart acted before his mind could even process. He reached out and grasped those hands once more; an electric sensation surged from their fingertips straight to his heart, and before he realised what he was doing, the auditorium erupted with screams and applause,
"and if anyone ever makes my heart flutter again, it can only be Prem."
The lyrics had been changed, and Boun then noticed the moment when his person shyly smiled. Boun genuinely did not intend to take advantage of the situation or score any points; he had no intention to make his person uncomfortable, it was just...
It was just that he could not contain himself from the endless thoughts about Prem.
According to the script, Prem was supposed to walk up and take Boun's hand again to finish the song, but in that face-to-face moment, seeing the look in Prem's eyes made Boun realise that what he had just done was absolutely right. This was not meant to be a public statement; Boun simply just wanted to let everyone know how important Prem was to him.
Prem was willing to give Boun his heart just because he could, and all that Boun could offer in return was his deepest love and passionate affection for this lifetime.
His Prem, Boun's Prem, the only one in this world and the only one in his heart.
After their performance ended, Prem pulled Boun into an empty backstage room to question him. But when they looked into each other's eyes, Prem found himself at a loss for words. He sighed and, out of habit, hugged Boun tightly,
"P'Boun, you scared me to death," he said.
Boun gently returned the hug, resting his chin on Prem's shoulder. One hand stroked Prem's stiff, gel-covered hair, while the other arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer for a deeper embrace. "I'm sorry. If I said I didn't know what I was doing at the time, would you believe me?"
Prem chuckled and replied, "Krub, I wouldn't believe anyone else, but if P'Boun says so, then it's definitely true."
Hearing this, Boun tightened his grip, as if wanting to bind their bodies together. He wondered why anyone in this world would willingly give their complete trust to someone like him. But he also knew very well that, because it was Prem, the one he had taken care of ever since. And if Prem's person was not Boun, then no one else stood a chance.
"P'Boun krub, can we go eat som tum after the show ends? I'm so hungry!" Prem let Boun hug him. They had been together for almost eight years, and as the other man got older, his clinginess increased. Prem also enjoyed the feeling of being held, so he stayed in Boun's embrace a little longer.
"Krubb~, then you have to feed me, otherwise I won't eat." Although both of them were very tired today, Boun could not bring himself to refuse Prem. He decided to follow whatever his person desired; they could get rest later.
"You speak as if I've never fed you before." Prem gently pulled away from Boun, playfully flicking his finger against the other's forehead.
“Then you have to feed me."
"Yeah, feeding you is easy.”
"Then can you feed me for a really, really long time?”
"I don't want to promise anything, but if I could, I would willingly do it for the rest of my life.”
“Prem....”
“Krubbbb.”
And as everyone can see, Prem has already made Boun head over heels for him again.
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