The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the soft strains of music and the low murmur of conversation. Prem glanced up from his laptop, the light catching on the frames of his black-rimmed glasses as he adjusted them absently. His gaze drifted lazily across the quiet, inviting café that had become his weekend refuge. Every Saturday morning, he found himself here, ordering the same drink—a small cappuccino with a touch of sugar. It was the perfect escape from his work as an author, surrounded by the gentle hum of radio music and the rhythmic whir of the coffee machine.

As he lowered his gaze to continue writing, a voice pierced the quiet, instantly commanding his attention. It was so familiar that his heart skipped a beat—a sound he hadn't heard in years. He looked up again, convinced his ears were deceiving him. But then he saw the man he had never been able to forget, even after seven years had passed.

Boun - his former English teacher.

And his crush since.

Prem couldn't take his eyes off his former teacher. In the seven years since they had last seen each other, Boun had changed in subtle yet striking ways. His blonde hair, once carefree and tousled, was now neatly styled, reflecting a newfound control. The contours of his face had grown sharper and more defined with age—a transformation that only deepened his allure, making him even more captivating than Prem remembered.

"A coffee with some cream and a croissant, please," he ordered. Prem's heart skipped another beat, as he heard his voice again, for the first time in 7 years. That can't be true. He must be dreaming. No way he was actually here. Prem had spent years trying to forget about Boun. Trying to convince himself that the things he felt back then were nothing more than a fleeting teenage crush that had long ended. But seeing him now, so unexpectedly, after all these years, made it clear that those feelings had never faded; they had just been buried deep inside him, waiting, waiting for a chance to break free again.

He couldn't help but wonder if Boun even remembered him. After all, he hadn't known about Prem's feelings back then, and Prem hadn't been his only student. So why should he? He probably doesn't, Prem thought.

He quickly turned his gaze back to his laptop, silently praying that Boun wouldn't recognize him. But unfortunately for him, his prayers seemed not to be answered.

"Prem?" DAMN, Prem cursed in his thoughts. "Wow, long time no see. What are you doing here?" Boun asked, his voice warm, filled with genuine surprise as his eyes caught Prem. A smile spread across his lips. A smile that reached his eyes. Boun seemed truly happy to see him again, Prem thought.

Prem wasn't sure, but somehow it felt like Boun's eyes lingered a little longer than necessary on him. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was probably just wishful thinking on his part.

Prem swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat for a moment. He forced a smile, trying to veil his nervousness. "Professor Guntachai, nice to see you again," he replied, his voice steady but laced with politeness.

Boun smiled softly. "I am not your professor anymore, Prem. Just call me Boun."

Boun. That sound on his lips felt strange to Prem. Too intimate and yet... he liked it. Of course, Boun was right—they were no longer teacher and student, so calling him "professor" now would feel out of place. Especially with both of them being grown-ups. But something about this moment made Prem feel as though he had been transported back in time when he was still a 17-year-old student with an unspoken crush on his teacher.

"Would you mind if I joined you for a while?" Boun asked, gesturing at the empty seat across from Prem. The younger man's heart jumped in his chest.

"Of course, sure," he answered, trying to keep his voice steady.

"So, that's what you do on Saturdays? Enjoying a quiet morning in a small coffee shop?" Boun asked with a soft smile on his lips.

"I was working on some papers," Prem said, his gaze shifting away to avoid meeting Boun's eyes.

"Papers? Wow, so you're a real grown-up now," Boun teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"I guess. I am 24 now after all," Prem replied, his eyes fixed on the screen of his computer.

"24, wow. It's been a long time," Boun said, his voice soft now, almost thoughtful.

"Seven years," Prem replied. Seven years, five months, and two weeks, he thought. But not that he was counting.

Boun's lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving Prem's.

"Seven years, wow," he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's a long time."

For a moment, silence settled between them, thick with a tension Prem couldn't quite place. It felt surreal to be sitting here with Boun after all these years. Nothing had prepared him for this moment. Suddenly, he was lost in a flood of memories—moments from the past that had long since faded. He recalled times when he would steal glances at his teacher, hoping he wouldn't notice him staring, his heart racing with a mixture of longing and fear.

"So," Boun said, breaking the silence with a smile, "what were you up to all these years?" he asked.

"I've been working, mostly. Actually, I am an author." He paused, then added, "And you? Do you still have to deal with rebellious teenagers?" Prem jokingly said, in an attempt to cover his nervousness.

A soft chuckle left Boun's lips. "Not all my students were rebellious teenagers, as I recall. I had some really ambitious ones, too. You, for example," he said, as their eyes met. The word was charged with an unspoken intensity, as if the simple pronoun carried more weight than it should.

Prem's gaze drifted to Boun's hand, searching for a ring, but his eyes widened in surprise when he didn't find one.

"Be careful," Prem said with a playful tone, though his heart ached at the thought of Boun's marriage. "Some women might be tempted if they don't see a ring on your finger. You're a married man, after all."

Boun glanced down at his hand and smiled faintly, a hint of sadness in his expression. "Was actually. I got divorced years ago,"* he replied quietly.

"So, how about you? Is there someone in your life?"

A/N: Welcome to my new story. I have always loved "Teacher-student" fanfic with BounPrem, but I wanted both of them to be adults. I have never seen this be done before, so I thought Ill give it a try. Please let me know what you think.