Prem had lost track of how many glasses of wine he had already had as Boun kept refilling them, but he didn't care. He felt warm, light, fuzzy. The gentle buzz of the wine softened the edges of his thoughts and let the air between them grow warmer, filled with more intimacy.

After a while, Boun leaned back, a playful curiosity lighting up his face. "You know," he said with a smile, "there's something I want to show you if you'd like."
"What?" Prem softly asked, curiosity in his voice.
"Come." Boun stood up, his movements slower than before, the wine making his body feel heavier - a clear sign of his growing tipsiness. Prem tried to get up, swaying slightly, as the wine made his knees feel wobbly. His legs felt heavy and for a moment his knees felt so weak, that he almost fell. The wine had blurred his sense of balance, leaving him unsure of his footing. His feet didn't seem to obey him anymore and for a moment everything around him tilted as he swayed sharply to the side.

"Hey, take it easy," Boun murmured gently, his hand gripping Prem's upper arm to steady him. His grip offering support as Prem struggled to regain his balance. "Are you okay?" Boun asked softly, his voice laced with worry as he saw Prem struggling to steady himself. Boun looked regretful. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault."
"Why is it your fault?" Prem asked, still puzzled.
"Because I shouldn't have kept refilling your glass like that," Boun said, his voice laced with guilt. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't realize how much you'd drunk already... I was too caught up in my own haze to notice you were already tipsy."
Prem swayed slightly, his head still swimming. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the faint dizziness lingered. "I didn't think I was... that drunk," he mumbled, his voice soft and a little embarrassed.

The alcohol had not only affected his coordination but his appearance as well. Prem's lips were slightly parted, their natural pink hue deepened, making them appear fuller and softer. His gaze was glassy as if he was observing the world through a foggy veil. Every blink came slower than usual. The edges of his awareness blurred and the world around him seemed more distant, like he was watching it through a soft haze.

"I...I am sorry. I didn't mean to... drink so much," Prem said, his voice soft and a little embarrassed, his eyes avoiding Boun's.

Boun's expression softened immediately, and he placed a gentle hand on Prem's shoulder. "No, no... It's not your fault," he said, his voice thick with concern. "Here, sit down again." Boun helped the drunk Prem to sit on the couch. A wave of guilt washed over him as he realized his mistake. As the older one, and as someone who had been in a position of authority, he should have known better. "I... I should have been more careful," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "As your teacher, I should have kept track of how much you were drinking. I should have paid more attention to..."

Prem interrupted him by laying a hand over Boun's. His gaze was steady but soft as he shook his head slightly. "You're not my teacher anymore, Boun," he said, his voice firm but kind. "And I'm not that 17-year-old boy anymore. I'm an adult now. This... this was not your responsibility." He gave a small, reassuring smile.

Boun looked at Prem for a moment, still conflicted, but something in Prem's words seemed to ease his mind. He exhaled deeply and smiled back at him. "I suppose you're right," he said quietly, his gaze softening. "It's just... it's hard to let go of that sense of responsibility that I've always carried."
"You are not responsible for my actions, Boun. I made the decision to drink, and I'll take responsibility for that."
Boun's gaze softened. "I guess you're right," he said.
Prem gently smiled, his eyes meeting Boun with understanding in them, even in his slightly drunken state. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he said, his voice sincere. Prem nodded with a soft smile. "I will be... But I guess I will feel awful tomorrow."
Boun's smile was lazy, his eyes slightly glassy as he looked at Prem. "I will take care of you, I promise," Boun softly said. He then gave a small, amused chuckle, his hand running through his blond hair. "Well, that is... if I can manage to get out of bed myself tomorrow. I'm pretty smashed, too."
Both started laughing. "What can I say, I'm not invincible," Boun said with a wink, the tipsiness making him more relaxed, more playful—totally different from his usual teacher-like persona.

Prem's smile faded slightly as his expression shifted and his tone suddenly became more serious.
"Really? I've always thought you were," he said quietly, his voice soft but carrying a depth of meaning that caught Boun off guard.
He froze for a moment. Prem noticed the change in Boun's expression and quickly shook his head, offering a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry, don't mind me," he said, his words slightly slurred. "I'm just talking nonsense because I'm drunk." He laughed softly, trying to ease the moment.

"It is getting late," Boun said and stood up, swaying slightly as he offered his hand to Prem. "Come on, let's get you to bed," he said gently, his voice soft and caring. "You need to rest. Besides, you are way too drunk to leave this apartment."
Both were laughing. Prem hadn't expected to stay the night when he first entered Boun's apartment hours ago. But Boun was right—he could barely stand, let alone walk home. So, staying was the only logical choice.

The alcohol in Boun's system made his movements sluggish, but he still managed to steady Prem as they made their way down the hallway. Prem leaned heavily against him, his body loose and unsteady, his steps slow and uneven.

"Damn, you're pretty wasted," Boun muttered with a slight chuckle, his words slurring as he helped Prem into the bedroom. He wasn't sober either, but he managed to steady Prem as they stumbled together. The alcohol had made their steps unsteady, but Boun's grip on Prem's arm was firm, guiding him to the bed and gently helping him down on it.

Prem's head lolled to the side, his expression dazed and unfocused, but he managed a soft chuckle, his words slurring slightly.
"Boun, you're... not much better," he teased, his voice hazy, and Boun let out a light laugh, the sound a little uncoordinated.
"Yeah, well," Boun replied with a lazy grin, "I guess I am," he said, clearly feeling the effects of the wine. He tried not to let the tipsiness make things too clumsy, but his own head was swimming from the alcohol. As he pulled the blanket over Prem's body, his movements were slow, a little more tender than usual. Prem had fallen asleep seconds later.

Boun's movements were sluggish and unsteady, as he began to undress himself, fighting to maintain some semblance of coordination with the alcohol clouding his system. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric sticking to his skin from the room's warmth and the sweat on his body, before letting it slip off his shoulders and arms. His hands fumbled with the button of his jeans and his fingers were not quite obeying either, as he tried to free himself from the too-tight feeling fabric. Boun let out a sigh of relief as he finally managed to free himself from his clothes.

The alcohol had left him feeling loose and carefree—so much so that, in his drunken state, he completely forgot that he wasn't alone, even though it had only been a few minutes since he had tucked Prem into bed. He had always slept naked, and the warmth of the room and the haze of the wine convinced him that he should just slip under the covers without a second thought. He stretched out, feeling the cool sheets against his bare skin, and let out a satisfied sigh.

When Boun finally settled into bed, his body was completely relaxed, every inch of him sinking into the mattress. His breathing slowed as he drifted off, the alcohol lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep.