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Fourth Nattawat had always done his best to achieve whatever he set his mind to. It wasn't about loving school or being obsessed with grades—it was about the quiet satisfaction of knowing he could win. In middle school, he was the top student. Not because he enjoyed studying, but because being the best made him feel... enough. Like he was in control. Like he mattered.

Now, at fifteen, he was starting over.

After moving from Pattaya to Bangkok, he was set to begin his high school life at Niyomsil High School, a well-known private school with its fair share of ambitious students and intimidating standards. The reason for the move? His older brother, Nani Hirunkit, had landed a new job in the city. At twenty, Nani now took care of them both, ever since their parents passed away in an accident when Fourth was just eight.

It had always been just the two of them since then.

Despite the academic pressure, Fourth wasn't what most people would label a "nerd." He had a bright, fun personality that drew people in. At his old school, he was well-liked—some would even call him a heartthrob. The kind of boy who was just as comfortable cracking jokes with his friends as he was acing his exams.

He liked singing, he had a voice people remembered, but he hadn't performed in front of a crowd since he froze on stage at age seven. That day stayed with him, tucked quietly into the back of his mind. He also loved football and had played midfield in middle school, often praised for his sharp reflexes and smooth coordination. But above all, he had this unique charm—something in the way he carried both softness and strength.

Now, stepping into the gates of Niyomsil High School, Fourth was determined to make his mark again. But something about this place felt... different. And soon, he would learn that this new chapter of his life wasn't just about school, rivals, or goals. It was about secrets—ones hidden in quiet glances, shifting shadows, and even behind the familiar face of the brother he trusted most.

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The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Fourth's new room, casting a warm glow across the simple white walls. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his neatly pressed Niyomsil High School uniform. The fabric felt a little stiff, the blazer slightly oversized on his slim frame, but he didn't mind. What mattered was that he looked presentable.

He smoothed down his hair, tousling it slightly for a more casual, effortless look. "Not bad," he muttered to himself, offering a small nod to his reflection. Still, as he stared into his own eyes, he couldn't help the flutter of nerves in his chest.

Bangkok was nothing like Pattaya. It was louder, faster, brighter. People here walked with purpose, dressed like they were heading to fashion week, and drove cars that looked like they belonged in magazines. Fourth worried—would they judge him if they knew he wasn't from a wealthy background? Would they think he didn't belong?

"Fot, when you're done, come down for breakfast!" Nani's voice echoed up the stairs, warm and familiar.

"Okay, hia!" Fourth called back.

He grabbed his backpack, took one last look in the mirror, and left his room.

The smell of warm rice and fried egg greeted him in the kitchen, along with the sight of his brother, already dressed for work in a crisp white shirt. Nani looked up and smiled, sliding a plate across the table. "Eat up, little man. First day of high school. Big deal."

Fourth chuckled as he sat down. "Yeah, kinda is."

After breakfast, they got into Nani's old sedan and made their way through the busy Bangkok streets. The city buzzed with energy, filled with the sounds of honking horns, street vendors shouting out offers, and the low hum of morning chatter. As they neared the school gates, Fourth's heart started to race.

Nani parked near the front and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck on your first day as a freshman at Niyomsil, Fotfot. You got this."

Fourth grinned. "I will, hia. Thanks."

As the car pulled away, he stood there for a moment, staring up at the modern, multi-story school building. The campus looked massive compared to his old school. White-walled with glass-paneled hallways and a wide-open courtyard that was already bustling with students in matching uniforms. Some groups laughed in circles, others scrolled on their phones or sipped coffee.

He took a deep breath.

"Let's go all in and be the best." He whispered, crossing his fingers before stepping forward.

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Room 1/3 was on the second floor, and when he found it, the chatter inside was already lively. Desks were arranged in rows with two chairs each, the walls were lined with shelves filled with books and club posters, and sunlight poured through the wide windows, casting soft light across the floor.

He quietly walked in and made his way to an empty seat near the window. As he sat down and took out his notebook, a boy with sleek hair and sharp features slid into the seat beside him. He gave a laid-back smile and offered his hand.

"Hey. I'm Satang. Satang Kittiphop."

Fourth blinked. There was something effortlessly cool about this guy—a calm, confident vibe, like he didn't care what people thought but still somehow charmed everyone.

"I'm Fourth. Fourth Nattawat." He smiled and shook Satang's hand. "Nice to meet you."

Before long, a few students wandered over to their desk, curious about the new face in the room. Some leaned in to ask questions, others just came to stare.

"Where are you from?"
"Why'd you transfer here?"
"Are you mixed? Your eyes are so pretty—like, seriously."

Fourth, a bit overwhelmed, answered politely, "I'm from Pattaya. Moved here because my brother found a job in the city."

More compliments followed.
"Wow, both of you look like you came from a magazine."
"Are you a model or something?"
One girl even winked at him and said, "You better watch out—someone might fall for you on the first day."

Fourth laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I... uh... thanks?" He really didn't know how to react.

Eventually, the teacher entered, and the class quieted down. Fourth exhaled in relief and tried to focus, even though he was still a little dazed from the attention.

When the bell rang, students started pouring out, chatting about lunch and club sign-ups. Satang slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to Fourth.

"Hey, you think of joining any clubs?"

"Maybe the football club," Fourth replied, "or the music club."

"Why not both?" Satang grinned.

Fourth let out a laugh and gently smacked the back of Satang's head. "Are you crazy? I wish I could, but there's no way I'd survive doing both. I guess I'll go with football."

Satang chuckled, rubbing his head playfully. "Suit yourself. You'll kill it either way."

As the day came to a close, Fourth felt lighter. He hadn't expected to make a friend so soon—especially not one like Satang, who felt oddly reliable in a place that was still so unfamiliar.

When Nani came to pick him up, Fourth opened the car door with a smile.

"I was thinking," he said as he got in. "Since the school isn't that far, and I've got a bicycle... I'll start cycling to school from tomorrow. I don't wanna burden you every day."

Nani raised an eyebrow. "You sure? It's hot and the roads can get crazy."

"I'll be careful," Fourth promised.

Nani sighed dramatically, then laughed. "Fine. But you better message me when you get there."

"Got it, hia."

As they drove home, Fourth leaned back in the seat, eyes flicking out the window at the fast-moving city around him. His first day at Niyomsil High had been a success, more or less. He had a friend, a goal, and a dream. 

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The third day of school arrived without much fanfare.

The morning started just like the ones before—Fourth got ready in his room, cycling to school with the cool breeze brushing against his cheeks. The initial excitement had worn off, replaced by a quiet sense of routine. His uniform was already less stiff now, molded to his shape, and his hair fell into place without much effort.

But something was different.

Unlike the first day, fewer people came up to talk to him. In fact, most of his classmates seemed to have already settled into their own little groups. They chatted in tight circles during breaks, huddled in familiar corners of the classroom, laughing over inside jokes that Fourth wasn't a part of.

He didn't mind too much—not really. But it left a small ache in his chest. A soft reminder that being the new guy meant feeling invisible once the novelty wore off.

Still, he had Satang. They sat together every day, talked during class breaks, and teased each other like they'd been friends longer than three days. It helped. It made everything feel less lonely.

They were sitting in their usual spot by the open classroom window when a boy walked up to them—his presence gentle but confident.

He was slightly taller than both of them, with soft features and a kind smile that felt like sunshine. He wore the same uniform as everyone else, but something about the way he carried himself felt different—calm, genuine, unaffected by the need to impress.

"Hi," the boy said brightly, stopping in front of their desk. "I'm Phuwin Tangsakyuen."

He extended his hand toward them, waiting with a quiet patience. Fourth blinked in surprise but stood to shake it. "I'm Fourth. This is Satang."

"Hey." Satang gave a small nod and shook Phuwin's hand too. Phuwin smiled again, softer this time. "Nice to meet you both. You looked chill, so I thought I'd come say hi." And just like that, the conversation flowed.

Along the way of their conversation, Satang said "Okay, I'm joining Music club and that is period". "That's cool, i'm thinking " 

Phuwin shared that he loved listening to music—especially acoustic songs—and that he sometimes sang for fun but never in public. He had this way of talking, like everything he said was laced with laughter, even if he wasn't joking. His personality was vibrant without being overwhelming, like a warm breeze that made you want to lean in closer.

To Fourth's surprise, both he and Satang clicked with Phuwin instantly. It didn't feel forced. There was no awkward small talk. Within minutes, they were laughing over silly stories about teachers, music, and food. 

For the first time since the first day, Fourth felt like he was actually part of something.

That afternoon, Fourth invited Phuwin to hang out after school, and Satang tagged along without hesitation.

They went to a nearby diner, a charming, well-known spot famous for its Hainanese chicken rice. The place was always buzzing with locals and university students, drawn in by the warm atmosphere and the smell of perfectly cooked rice and broth. It wasn't flashy, but it had character. A local gem.

Fourth had been here before a few times—not just because of the food, but because his brother, Nani, worked there.

Nani wasn't the owner, but he'd landed a stable job here as a cook and occasionally helped run the floor. The pay was good, especially for Bangkok, and the customers loved the dishes he prepared. But even though the diner closed at a reasonable hour, Nani always came home late.

Fourth had started noticing it. The bags under his brother's eyes. The tired way he smiled. The way he brushed off questions like, "Did work end late again?"

He didn't press. But a small part of him wondered. Did Nani have a second job? And if so... what kind of job would keep him so late but stay so quiet? He tried not to think about it too hard. Not now.

That evening, the three of them sat at a corner table. The diner smelled like garlic, chicken fat, and jasmine rice. It was warm and a little noisy, but comforting in its familiarity.

When Nani came out from the back to serve a dish to another table, he did a double take at Fourth and his friends. "Yo, Fot. These your friends?" Fourth waved him over. "Yeah, this is Satang, and that's Phuwin. They're in my class."

Nani gave both of them a quick once-over, then nodded in approval. "Nice. You guys eating here? It's on me—today only. Welcome." Phuwin gave a grateful bow. "Thank you, Phi Nani. I've heard about this place. The chicken rice is famous, right?"

"You heard right." Nani smirked. "Let me know if you want extra rice."

As Nani walked back into the kitchen, Satang leaned in. "Your brother seems cool."

"He is," Fourth replied quietly. "He works hard."

They ate and talked for hours, sharing funny stories about middle school, favorite food, dreams, and random things like how Satang once tripped on stage during a play and just stayed there pretending he was dead.

It was warm. Comfortable. A moment of peace.

Fourth laughed so much that his cheeks hurt. And for the first time since moving to Bangkok, he felt okay. Like maybe, just maybe, he could build something here.

Something real.

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A full week had passed since school began, and the warmth that greeted Fourth on the first day had all but disappeared. At first, it had been easy to brush it off—people were busy, classes were starting to get serious, and everyone naturally gravitated back to their own cliques. That's what he told himself.

But soon, the pattern became too strange to ignore. Nobody—not a single new classmate—had started a real conversation with him again. No "Hey, how's your day going?". No "Wanna eat lunch with us?". No "What song were you humming earlier?"

Instead, what he got were short, mechanical interactions. People would come up to his desk just to ask something related to class or deliver a message from the teacher. Their tone was polite—but distant. Their eyes rarely met his. They left just as quickly as they came, like they were avoiding something.

Sometimes, he caught a classmate staring at him—just for a split second too long. Their mouth slightly open, as if they were about to speak... but then they didn't. They'd just look away. Or walk in the other direction. At first, Fourth thought he was overthinking it. That he was being too sensitive.

But even Satang noticed.

One afternoon, while they were eating snacks under a tree near the field, Satang leaned back on his elbows and said, "Hey, do you feel like people are... I don't know... weird around you?". Fourth paused mid-bite, eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?". "I mean," Satang looked toward the classroom windows, where some of their classmates were passing by. "It's like they wanna talk to you, but then stop themselves. Like something's holding them back."

Fourth stayed quiet for a second, unsure of how to respond. He hadn't expected anyone else to notice—much less bring it up. "Yeah..." he finally said. "I've been thinking the same thing.". Satang frowned. "It's not just in your head, then.". "I don't get it," Fourth said, trying to keep his voice light. "I didn't do anything weird, did I? I mean... I've only been here a week."

"Maybe they're just shy," Satang shrugged. But even he didn't sound convinced.

Later that night, Fourth lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun above him. The soft hum of it filled the silence of the room. He kept replaying the day in his head.

The girl from biology who approached Satang with a worksheet—she had smiled, joked around, then looked like she wanted to say something else... but when she turned to Fourth, she shut down completely.

The two boys who sat behind them—they talked freely with Phuwin but gave Fourth stiff nods and nothing more.

What was going on? Was it because he was from Pattaya? Was it because he wasn't from a rich background? Did he say something wrong without realizing? His thoughts spun into anxiety—but he forced himself to breathe and stop. He couldn't afford to spiral. He was here to study. To do well. To build a future.

And... he wasn't completely alone. He had Phuwin, with his bright energy and easy laughter. He had Satang, with his dry humor and calm presence. That was enough. For now.

Still... That feeling kept creeping in—. That someone had said something about him. That something was going on behind the scenes. That he was being watched, maybe even warned—without ever being told why.

He couldn't shake the thought. And slowly, ever so slowly, the school started to feel... different. Not hostile. Just off. As if the walls whispered when his back was turned. As if there was a reason people avoided him, and he was the only one not in on it.

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The classroom was filled with the sound of shuffling papers and murmurs of stress. It was quiz day—an early assessment that, while not officially important, was a chance to prove something. Fourth had studied harder than he usually did. Not because he was afraid of failing—he never was. But because he wanted to excel, to claim his place in this new school just like he had back in Pattaya.

The night before, he and his two new friends—Phuwin and Satang—had huddled around a table at his brother Nani's diner, quizzing each other, sharing notes, and laughing through the stress. Phuwin's energy kept things light. Satang kept them on track. And Fourth? He absorbed everything like a sponge.

He was ready.

The next day, after their homeroom teacher walked in with a stack of graded quizzes, Fourth sat up straighter. He wasn't nervous—just expectant. Confident. One by one, names were called. Pages handed back.

And then—

"Fourth, 27 out of 30. Well done." He smiled faintly to himself. Not bad. Not perfect, but good. Really good. Then came another name—one he didn't recognize at first.

"Gemini Norawit... 29 out of 30. Top scorer."

A wave of surprise washed over the room. Some students whispered. Someone let out a low whistle. Fourth blinked and looked over his shoulder.

That's when he saw him for the first time.

Gemini.

He stood near the window, posture relaxed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair slightly tousled as if he didn't care. His uniform was neat but not stiff, and something about his aura screamed quiet arrogance—someone who didn't need to try to get attention, because the attention naturally gravitated to him.

Gemini didn't say a word. He simply looked at Fourth...

...and smirked. That smirk wasn't friendly. It wasn't polite. It was sharp. Mocking. Knowing. Like he knew that beating Fourth on the quiz would get under his skin. Like he'd done it on purpose.

Fourth's jaw clenched. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath. Up until now, he'd never paid attention to other students' scores. Why would he? People usually paid attention to his. He was the top student. 

But now, this Gemini Norawit, he had Fourth's full attention. And just like that, something in Fourth shifted. It wasn't just about being top student anymore. Now it was personal. He didn't just want to score higher, he wanted to wipe that smug smirk right off Gemini's face.

Later, as they left the classroom, Satang nudged him. "You good? You looked like you were about to throw hands." Fourth rolled his eyes. "Did you see that guy? Gemini-whatever?". Phuwin, who had been checking something on his phone, looked up. "Gemini Norawit? Oh... yeah. He's in our year."

"Do you know him?" Fourth asked.

Phuwin paused for a beat too long. "Not really. I mean, I've seen him around." Fourth narrowed his eyes slightly. "Weird... he looks kind of like you."

Satang turned to compare their faces, eyebrows raised. "Now that you mention it... you do have similar eyes. The face shape too.". Phuwin laughed—light and airy, like it was the most ridiculous thing. "Nahhh, maybe from far away. But I'd totally know if I had a twin. I think my mom would've mentioned."

Fourth stared at Phuwin for a moment, then glanced away, uneasy. Something about this whole situation felt strange. Gemini's smirk, the top score, the way people still kept their distance from him... And now this resemblance? He shook it off. Maybe he was just overthinking again.

Or maybe not.

Either way, one thing was clear in his mind now: He was going to beat Gemini. No matter what it took.

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The atmosphere around Niyomsil High School on the day of club registration was bustling and vibrant. The hallways were crowded with students excitedly discussing their interests, their potential future activities, and the opportunities for getting involved in school life. Banners hung from the ceiling, showcasing the various clubs: sports teams, art societies, academic groups, and more. The sun filtered in through large windows, casting a warm light over the energetic buzz of the crowd.

It felt like a mini festival. Seniors stood proudly behind their respective booths, shouting over the chatter to promote their clubs.

"Join drama club! You'll be on stage in no time!"

"Science club is hosting a trip to the planetarium next month!"

"Football tryouts start this Friday!"

For most students, this was the day they'd figure out what part of school life they would dedicate themselves to beyond the classrooms. Fourth, however, was a little more apprehensive. It wasn't that he didn't want to join a club—it was just that he didn't want to appear as if he was trying too hard to fit in, especially after the awkwardness of the past few days.

As he walked alongside Phuwin and Satang, they casually talked about their options.

"So," Satang nudged Fourth with his elbow, "have you made up your mind yet?"

Fourth grinned, eyeing the field behind the school where the football club was setting up cones. "Yeah. I'm joining the football club."

Satang let out an exaggerated groan. "Damn, Fourth. You're gonna be that guy, huh?"

Fourth blinked, confused. "What guy?"

"You know," Satang said, throwing an arm dramatically around his shoulders, "the guy every girl at school has a crush on. The athletic top student, great hair, mysterious smile—"

Fourth shot him a glance, frowning. "What, just because I want to play football?"

Satang shrugged, leaning against the nearby locker. "Yeah, that's the vibe I'm getting. You're gonna be all the girls' new crush."

Phuwin, walking beside them, gave an exaggerated sigh and raised a hand, as if announcing something important. "And boys too."

Both Fourth and Satang froze, turning to look at Phuwin, their mouths slightly agape.

"Wait, what?" Fourth asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Satang snickered, but Phuwin, completely unfazed, just shrugged with a grin. "What? You guys are homophobic or something?"

Satang laughed, waving it off. "Nah, we're not. Fourth and I are both bisexual. We just didn't expect you to be so... accepting."

Fourth looked at Phuwin, who had a nonchalant expression. Phuwin shrugged like it was nothing. "I mean, yeah. I like boys. Cute ones. Especially the ones who can't sing in public and turn red when someone compliments them."

Fourth's ears turned pink. "Hey!"

Satang doubled over laughing. "Bro, that's so specific!"

Phuwin winked. "I'm just describing a type. Not saying any names."

The trio burst out laughing, the awkwardness from earlier melting away. It was a lighthearted moment, and Fourth found himself feeling more relaxed than he had in days.

"Right," Fourth said, rolling his eyes with a grin. "You two are unbelievable."

"Well," Fourth said, still smiling, "it's a good thing you're joining whatever club I choose then."

Phuwin shrugged dramatically. "Yeah, I'm too lazy to think. I'll just follow you. Less hassle."

Satang rolled his eyes. "You're hopeless, Phuwin."

"Hey, it's efficient," Phuwin grinned. "No thinking. Just following."

"Alright, alright," Fourth chuckled. "Satang, what about you?"

Satang thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I'm joining the music club. You know I love music. And I need somewhere to perform, right?"

Fourth nodded, knowing Satang's passion for music was more than just a hobby—it was something that truly made him shine. "Cool, man. I'll see you there."

They reached the football club registration desk, and Fourth felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had dreamed about playing football here. He was good at it, after all. His heart raced as he approached the facilitator at the desk—a senior who seemed to be hurriedly scanning through papers.

As Fourth walked up to the football club booth to sign his name on the list, he heard the senior whisper to another member, "Who's that? He's cute."

Satang elbowed him playfully. "Told you."

Phuwin leaned closer and whispered, "Boys and girls."

Fourth just sighed, smiling to himself.

"Hey, I'd like to join the football club," Fourth said confidently, smiling at the guy.

The facilitator, a lanky student with a nervous demeanor, glanced at Fourth quickly and then at the papers in front of him. The facilitator asks, "Your name?".

Fourth replied "Fourth Nattawat Jirotchtikul"

 His eyes flickered with a hint of unease, and for a moment, Fourth could swear the guy was avoiding his gaze.

"Well, the football team... is actually full," the senior said awkwardly, avoiding Fourth's eyes once more. There was a slight quiver in his voice as he quickly looked back at the registration sheet, scanning it. "I'm really sorry, but, yeah, we're all set."

Fourth's heart sank, but he tried not to let it show. He had hoped for this to work out, but at the same time, he wasn't surprised. He could tell the guy was guilty, though. It felt like the senior was hiding something.

Phuwin, ever the easy-going one, didn't seem to care much. "Oh well, no biggie," he said with a shrug, flashing a casual smile at Fourth. "There's always next year. Or, you know, you can join whatever club is left."

Fourth took a deep breath, putting on a brave face. "Yeah, you're right."

They walked away from the football club registration, and as they passed the music club's table, Fourth felt a pang of disappointment. After a few moments of silence, he made a quick decision. "You know what? I'll just join the music club with Satang."

Phuwin grinned. "See? I knew you'd cave. Music's a good choice anyway. You like singing, don't you?"

Fourth didn't respond right away, but he realized Phuwin was right. He did like singing. Maybe it wasn't football, but it was something he could get into. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, why not?"

As they registered for the music club, Fourth couldn't help but wonder. What about Gemini?

Sure enough, as he glanced across the room, he saw Gemini standing at the student council registration table, casually chatting with a group of students. His posture was relaxed but authoritative, as if he belonged there—like it was obvious. There was a cool confidence to him that made people listen.

Of course he joined the student council, Fourth thought with a bitter laugh. At this rate, he'll be school president by the time we're third years.

Fourth had a fleeting thought—at least he didn't have to compete with Gemini for the same club, which was something of a relief. But something about the ease with which Gemini operated made Fourth uncomfortable. There was something about that guy that rubbed him the wrong way. 

And Fourth would be lying if he didn't admit it—the rivalry was definitely personal now.

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When Fourth stepped into the music club room, a quiet sense of relief settled in his chest. Unlike the chaotic noise of the football club or the overwhelming buzz of the student council booth, the music club was calm. Peaceful, even. The room smelled faintly of old wood and guitar strings, and the walls were decorated with posters of vintage bands, a whiteboard filled with half-erased song lyrics, and a few framed photos of past club members performing on stage.

It wasn't crowded. Thank God.

Including him, Satang, and Phuwin, there were only seven people in the club. Fourth liked that—it felt more manageable, more personal. He didn't like being around too many people anyway, especially not lately. And in this small group, it was easy to remember names.

There was Prom, a second-year with dyed silver hair and a chill vibe who instantly claimed the drums as his territory. Prom had that kind of relaxed energy that made people gravitate toward him without realizing it. He wasn't loud, but when he spoke, people listened. He smiled easily, especially when talking about rhythm, beats, and how drums were "the real heart of a band."

Then there was Captain, also a second-year, the bassist of the group. He was more reserved than Prom—stoic, almost—but reliable. He tuned his bass with quiet focus, rarely joining in the club's playful banter unless it was absolutely necessary. Still, he had a dry sense of humor that would occasionally catch the room off guard.

Ford was from another class in their year. Fourth didn't know much about him except that he had a friendly smile and a habit of humming to himself while setting up his guitar. Ford was the rhythm guitarist—his role wasn't flashy, but it held the structure of the songs together. He seemed content in the background, playing his part without the need for attention.

Then there was Winny.

He didn't want to seem paranoid, but... still. Winny was friends with that guy.

Because of that, Fourth didn't dare start a conversation with him. Winny played backing guitar, but Fourth never caught him sticking around after club activities—he always left quickly, probably to catch up with Gemini.

The seven of them quickly got used to playing together, and without much discussion, a band started forming almost by accident.

They named themselves Chinzhilla, a name Satang blurted out after seeing a meme on his phone, and somehow it just stuck. Everyone laughed and agreed. It was absurd, random, but weirdly perfect.

Fourth was chosen as the lead vocalist, mostly because when he nervously sang during a warm-up, everyone in the room had frozen and turned to him with stunned expressions.

Prom took the drums, naturally fitting into the rhythm section.

Captain was on bass, steady and strong in the background.

Satang took the role of lead guitarist and also did backing vocals, his guitar skills being one of the strongest in the group.

Phuwin, despite being lazy about everything else, turned out to have a great ear and was added as another backing vocalist.

Winny slotted in as backing guitar, supporting Satang's more expressive solos.

Ford held the beat together with his rhythm guitar, never flashy but always dependable.

They didn't play to win competitions or become famous. They didn't even rehearse that often. It was just for fun—an escape from the expectations of school life, grades, and, for Fourth, the invisible pressure pressing down on his shoulders every day.

Their practices were filled with laughter, off-key harmonies, joking insults, and late afternoons spent arguing over which song to cover next. Even Fourth, who rarely opened up to people anymore, found himself laughing quietly during sessions. He still didn't talk much to Winny, but he began enjoying the music—their music.

It didn't fix everything, but it was something.

And somehow, in that little club room, amidst dusty amps and half-eaten snacks, Chinzhilla began to sound... good. Like a real band.

Even if they weren't meant to be serious, something was taking shape.

Something Fourth didn't quite understand yet.

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It was a Wednesday afternoon, the sun already starting to dip behind the school buildings when Chinzhilla gathered in the club room for another casual jam session. The air buzzed with lazy energy, instruments being tuned, and Prom tapping out light rhythms on his drum pad while Satang argued with Phuwin over who had to bring snacks next week.

Fourth stood near the mic, adjusting the height. He wasn't one for showing off, but somehow, this room made it easier to breathe. Easier to sing.

They were working on a mellow cover today, something slower, softer than usual. A song that let Fourth's voice glide instead of shout. As the first few chords were strummed, and Prom gave the count-in, Fourth closed his eyes and began to sing.

His voice floated through the air—clear, rich, and haunting in the quietness of the room.

Outside, just down the hall and slightly to the left of the open club door, Gemini Norawit paused mid-step.

He wasn't supposed to be there.

He told his club members in the student council room that he forgot his notes in Class 1/4, but that was a lie. In truth, he'd heard the faint hum of a familiar voice drifting through the hallway—and his legs had moved before his brain caught up.

Now, he stood in the shadow of the hallway, back against the wall just beside the music club door, hidden from view.

It wasn't the first time he heard Fourth sing.

No one else knew, but he had heard it once before—years ago, before the school year started.

Gemini watched silently now, unseen, as Fourth stood under the low yellow light, brows furrowed in focus. The way he leaned slightly into the mic, the way his fingers curled at his sides when hitting the high notes—it was all the same as that day he first saw him.

Fourth didn't know he was being watched. Didn't know that the person he was determined to beat, to surpass, already knew things about him he'd never told anyone.

Gemini's lips curled into a small smirk, but this time, it wasn't out of mockery. It was something else. Interest. Obsession. Possession.

He stepped back silently before the song ended, careful not to make a sound. He had no reason to stay—not now. But as he walked away, his smirk deepened, thoughts spiraling in his mind like threads pulling tighter.

He didn't need to be in the same club. He already knew how to get under Fourth's skin. But now he knew something else too—he wanted more than to simply compete. He wanted to get closer. Even if Fourth had no idea what that meant.

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Days rolled by like lazy clouds drifting past the school rooftop. Fourth's circle hadn't grown since the first week. Now it was just him, Satang, and Phuwin. And well... unfortunately, there was Gemini. And Winny. And Pond. They weren't really his friends, per se. Just... frequent interactions. That's what he told himself.

He still couldn't stand Gemini. The way that boy always looked so damn calm while casually beating him in every quiz. The way he always had the nerve to smirk. Ugh. Fourth was convinced Gemini was born just to get on his nerves.

One day, right after school let out, the three of them—Fourth, Phuwin, and Satang—were walking down the hallway, casually munching on cheap konjac snacks from the vending machine, when Phuwin suddenly went:

"Hey, wanna hang out with Gemini's friend group sometime?"

Fourth almost choked on the snack.

"I beg your pardon?" he said, coughing into his sleeve.

Phuwin didn't even blink. "You heard me."

Satang raised a brow. "Bro... you sure you're okay? You got possessed or something?"

"I'm fine," Phuwin replied with a dramatic flip of his hair. "I just think it might be... enlightening."

Fourth narrowed his eyes. "That sounds like something an anime villain would say right before stabbing you in the back."

Phuwin just smirked. "Listen... as Antisthenes once said, 'Pay attention to your enemies, for they are the first to discover your mistakes.'"

Fourth gaped at him. "Dude. I didn't make any mistakes. What the hell are you talking about?!"

Satang burst out laughing. "This man said 'mistakes' like you flopped an entire chess match."

"I'm not flopping anything," Fourth insisted, dramatically pointing a finger at Phuwin. "And quoting some Greek philosopher doesn't make this any less of a betrayal."

Phuwin shrugged with the grace of someone deeply unbothered. "Think of it as... studying your opponent.". Fourth narrowed his eyes further. "You want me to socialize with that smug-faced quiz machine?"

"Well," Satang added, teasing, "You do talk about him a lot."

"I do not!"

"You really do," Phuwin and Satang said in unison. Fourth groaned and facepalmed. "This is peer pressure."

"And it's working," Satang smirked.

They laughed their way out of school grounds. As they reached the gates, each of them splitting off to their own route home, Fourth looked back just once—catching a glimpse of Gemini across the courtyard, surrounded by Pond and Winny, his school bag slung over one shoulder, that same unreadable expression on his face.

"Pay attention to your enemies, huh," Fourth muttered under his breath.

But he still glared.

Just a little.

Because even if Gemini wasn't a mistake detector like Phuwin claimed—he was definitely becoming a problem.

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The cafeteria buzzed with life. Laughter bounced off tiled walls, trays clattered, and the scent of soy-glazed chicken and cheap curry rice filled the air. Students clustered in their usual groups, claiming tables like territories in a war map.

Fourth, however, didn't get to choose today. Because Phuwin had a plan. And that plan included dragging both him and Satang by the sleeves (literally, in Fourth's case) to a table he had no business going to—the one where Gemini Norawit and his merry band of smug-faced comrades sat.

"What are you doing?" Fourth hissed under his breath as they approached.

"Keeping your enemy close," Phuwin replied without even turning his head. "Antisthenes-style, remember?"

Fourth groaned. "I told you, he's not my—ugh."

Too late. They were at his table now.

Gemini looked up from whatever book he was reading—of course he was reading during lunch—and so did the two guys sitting with him: one with bright, mischievous eyes (Winny, if Fourth remembered right), and the other with soft features and a calm air (that must be Pond).

None of them looked surprised. Not even Gemini, who simply closed his book with an excruciatingly calm thunk and leaned back slightly, eyes locking onto Fourth like he'd been expecting this moment.

And then Gemini started studying him. Not glancing. Not looking.

Studying.

So Fourth, ever the expert in diplomacy, frowned and snapped, "You got a problem?". It was the first sentence he had ever spoken to Gemini. No greetings. No ice-breakers. Just straight into verbal warfare.

Gemini tilted his head, like he was trying to figure out which part of that sentence to laugh at. "Not at all," he said smoothly, lips curling into that familiar, infuriating smirk. "Just surprised."

"Surprised about what?" Fourth narrowed his eyes. Gemini drummed his fingers lazily on the table, calm and collected. "Didn't think you'd be the one to make the first move.". Fourth blinked. "Excuse me? This was Phuwin's idea."

Phuwin grinned, shoving fries into his mouth like he was watching a drama unfold. "You're welcome, by the way.". Gemini hummed, completely ignoring Phuwin's interruption. His gaze never strayed from Fourth. "Still... I didn't think we'd be sitting at the same table so soon."

Fourth squinted suspiciously. "Soon? What, were you planning this or something?"

"Maybe." Gemini's smirk deepened, and for a split second, the air seemed to pause. Like something shifted beneath the surface—unspoken but present.

Thankfully, Satang cut through the tension with a clap of his hands. "Okay, okay, let's not have an ego contest on day one. How about we all get to know each other, huh?"

"I already know him," Gemini said before Fourth could even open his mouth.

Fourth scoffed. "Yeah? I know you too. You're the guy who keeps trying to steal my spot at number one."

Gemini chuckled softly. "Correction—I don't try. I just do.". Fourth slammed his chopsticks on the tray. "Wow. Cocky, are we?"

Gemini leaned in—not enough to be too close, but just enough for Fourth to feel a rush of awareness, like heat radiating off the other boy. His voice lowered just slightly, dipping into something dangerously intimate.

"Tell me, do you actually hate losing... or do you just hate losing to me?"

Fourth faltered. A breath caught in his throat. That shift in tone, the way Gemini looked at him like he already knew the answer—dammit, why was his heartbeat doing that?

"You're bold to assume that," he managed, trying to sound unfazed. Gemini didn't reply right away. He just watched him. That same intense, slow-burn stare like he was committing every part of Fourth's reaction to memory. Then finally, with a small, knowing smile, he said, "We'll see about that."

Meanwhile, Phuwin and Satang were watching the entire exchange from the sidelines like this was their favorite new sitcom. "Should we be worried?" Satang whispered to Phuwin, only half-joking. "Nah," Phuwin grinned. "This is great."

Fourth heard them, and glared at them both. Ugh. What good friends.

Still, he couldn't deny—this Gemini guy had something. An energy. An aura. He wasn't just handsome—he was commanding. The kind of person others didn't just like, but respected. Or feared. Maybe both.

Must be rich, Fourth thought sourly. Probably one of those elite, spoiled kids. But he was smart. That much was obvious. Gemini didn't just cruise on privilege—he earned his quiz scores. Which somehow made it worse. Fourth suddenly noticed Phuwin and Pond exchanging glances—subtle ones, like they were talking with their eyes. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

On the other end of the table, Satang and Winny had already launched into an argument about which K-pop group had the best vocal line. They had just met, and were already bickering like long-lost siblings. Their back-and-forth was so ridiculous that Fourth couldn't help but giggle.

It slipped out before he could stop it. And for a second, everything blurred around him—until he caught Gemini's eyes again. The boy was still looking at him.

Still watching. But not with that same competitive sharpness anymore. No, this look was softer. Almost curious. And Fourth... wasn't sure how to feel about that

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Lunch breaks became... complicated. Not bad exactly. Just... confusing.

Sometimes it was just him, Satang, and Phuwin like the good ol' days. But more often now, they'd end up sharing a table with Gemini, Winny, and Pond. It wasn't like he chose to sit there. Somehow, it just happened. A plate of rice turned into a full-on table merge. It was like the gravitational pull of Gemini Norawit was inescapable.

Not that he liked it.

Nope. Not at all.

He still didn't like Gemini. He reminded himself of that every time the guy opened his mouth with that smooth voice and smug face and stupid perfect teeth.

Satang, on the other hand, had no such self-control. "Okay, but like..." Satang whispered once while Winny was arguing over the last fishball with Phuwin. "He's kinda hot, though."

"Satang," Fourth hissed, genuinely distressed. "You were just arguing with him five minutes ago about which water bottle brand tastes better."

"And he was wrong," Satang replied. "But, like, in a hot way."

Fourth dropped his spoon.

.

It wasn't just quizzes anymore.

What started as simple "who got the higher score" tension had escalated into a full-blown life competition. Who packed a neater pencil case. Who finished their homework first. Who blinked slower. Everything was a game—and Gemini never missed a chance to play.

So when Fourth walked into class one morning, just slightly later than usual, he wasn't even surprised anymore.

"You're late," came that voice—smooth and annoying—from across the room.

Fourth paused, one foot barely in the classroom. He didn't even get a chance to breathe before Gemini, like clockwork, slid smoothly into the seat right next to him, as if he'd been waiting for this exact moment all morning. Fourth blinked, confused. "Why are you sitting next to me?"

Gemini, who had already propped his chin on his palm like some prince surveying his kingdom, raised an eyebrow. "Satang switched seats with me."

"...What."

Fourth slowly turned around. There was Satang, now happily seated beside Winny, casually unpacking his stationery like he hadn't just betrayed his best friend's trust. Satang caught Fourth's wide-eyed stare and gave him a cheeky grin with a thumbs up, mouthing, "Good luck."

Fourth turned back to Gemini and scoffed, aggressively flipping open his notebook as if the pages had wronged him. "It's literally 6:55. Morning bell's not for another five minutes."

"Exactly," Gemini replied, stretching lazily. "I've been here since 6:30. You should be more dedicated, Fourth." 

Fourth stared at him like he was insane. "I didn't realize we were competing for the 'Who Arrives Earliest to Suffer at School' award.". Gemini didn't miss a beat. That same irritatingly gorgeous grin curled on his lips as he leaned a little closer.

"Oh, but we're always competing, aren't we?"

And there it was. That tone. That stupid tone with its perfect, calculated smugness. That smirk that practically had its own fan club. That way he said we're like they were in some exclusive rivalry club with a lifetime membership.

Fourth groaned internally. But he couldn't lie. It was kind of... fun. Infuriating. But fun. He looked away quickly, pretending to read over his notes, even though the only thing he could think about was Gemini's annoying voice still echoing in his head.

Meanwhile, across the room, Satang had already started debating with Winny again about the nutritional value of fried tofu. Phuwin leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, whispering to Pond, "I give them a month before one of them confesses or combusts."

Pond raised an eyebrow. "You think Fourth'll admit it first?"

"No way," Phuwin snorted. "He'll die first."

Back at the front row, Fourth sighed heavily as Gemini leaned back in his chair with a victorious look. This... was going to be a long semester.

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It all started with the worst sentence a teacher could ever utter:

"You'll be working in pairs."

And as fate would have it — because of course the universe was a hater — the name "Fourth Nattawat" was called... right before "Gemini Norawit."

Fourth's soul left his body. He didn't even hear what the project was about. His ears were ringing. Meanwhile, Gemini casually leaned back in his chair and smiled, like the stars had aligned exactly how he wanted. Of course he did.

That evening, they ended up at the school library, sitting in one of the quiet corner study rooms. A small table, two chairs, a whiteboard, and an absolutely devastating amount of tension.

Fourth dropped his bag onto the floor with a heavy sigh and muttered, "Of all the people..."

Gemini looked up from his already-open laptop. "I know, right? Lucky me."

Fourth narrowed his eyes. "Shut up."

Gemini didn't. Obviously. Instead, he smirked like he was born for this role. "Aw, don't be like that. We'll make a great team."

Fourth scoffed. "In what world?"

"In this one." Gemini twirled his pen and passed over a copy of the assignment brief. "We both care about grades. Let's just crush this and get out of each other's lives for the rest of the week."

"Fine," Fourth muttered, flipping open his notebook and immediately ignoring Gemini's existence.

...For about three minutes. Then he heard it. A hum. A soft, low hum coming from the boy across from him — familiar, gentle, and way too distracting.

"You're humming," Fourth said without looking up.

"Hm? Oh." Gemini didn't stop. "It helps me concentrate."

Fourth rolled his eyes but didn't say anything else. He just... kept writing. But now his thoughts were fuzzy. He didn't want to admit it, but Gemini's voice was kind of nice. Calming. Which made it way worse.

They worked in mostly silence, except for the quiet scratching of pens and the soft clicks of Gemini's keyboard. Every now and then, their fingers would brush when passing notes, and Fourth would flinch like he'd been burned, only to glance up and see Gemini looking at him again.

"What?" Fourth finally snapped. Gemini blinked, innocent. "Nothing."

"You're staring."

"I'm not."

"You were."

"Maybe."

Fourth groaned, dropping his head onto his notebook. "You are insufferable."

Gemini chuckled, voice softer now. "But you're still here."

Fourth turned his head sideways on the desk, peeking up at him with tired, annoyed eyes. "Because this project is 20% of our grade, not because I enjoy your presence."

Gemini raised his brows. "So you don't enjoy my presence?"

"...Don't make me throw this pencil at you."

They fell back into quiet again. But something had shifted — like the air was thinner. Lighter. Fourth hated how aware he was of Gemini now, the way his bangs fell over his forehead when he read, the way his fingers tapped the table in rhythm with his thoughts, the way he was always studying Fourth like he was part of the test.

He didn't realize he'd been staring until Gemini suddenly looked up and caught him. Fourth's eyes widened. Gemini smiled. "See something you like?". Fourth immediately sat up straight, face heating. "You wish."

Gemini shrugged, that smugness returning like clockwork. "Can't blame me for trying." Fourth looked away, pretending to focus on his notes again. "Shut up and finish your part."

"Yes, captain."

"You're not funny."

"I'm adorable."

Fourth made the mistake of glancing up again. Gemini was smiling — not smirking — smiling, eyes soft, gaze warm. It shut him right up.

Outside the glass door, Phuwin peeked into the study room, squinting. "Are they arguing or flirting?". "Both," Pond said, sipping his milk tea. "Definitely both."

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Monday came way too fast.

Fourth had been dreading it since the moment they finished their slides. He wasn't nervous about presenting — no way. He had the confidence, the voice, the points memorized down to the transition. But he was nervous about presenting with Gemini. Because for some reason, Gemini had this infuriating ability to make everything feel... off-balance.

And worse, they had matching outfits.

Well, not exactly. But Fourth wore a navy sweater vest over a white button-up, and Gemini showed up wearing almost the exact same thing. Even the teacher said, "Oh? Matching today?" with a little too much interest.

Fourth wanted to crawl into the floor and disappear. 

When it was finally their turn, they stood side by side in front of the class, presentation slide glowing behind them. Gemini, with that annoyingly calm aura, smiled and said, "Good morning, we're here to present about—"

"—'The Evolution of Digital Identity in Social Media Spaces'," Fourth finished, eyes laser-focused on the class, refusing to even glance at Gemini. Gemini turned to look at him, mildly impressed. "Wow. Perfect timing."

"Don't talk to me."

The class giggled.

They started their parts — Fourth handling the history and theory, Gemini covering the real-life case studies. They were annoyingly in sync, even when they disagreed on one point. Gemini said, "While some argue that digital identities are curated versions of the self, I personally think—"

"They're always curated," Fourth cut in smoothly, stepping slightly in front of Gemini. "Even when people claim they're being authentic. The act of posting is performance."

Gemini blinked. The class blinked. Then Gemini tilted his head and smiled. "Touché.". He stepped forward again, shoulder brushing Fourth's. Not on purpose.

(Okay, maybe a little on purpose.)

"Still, that doesn't invalidate the feelings or connections formed through those performances. In fact, isn't that how we make friends online? Through carefully chosen bits of who we are?"

"...I hate that you made a good point," Fourth muttered under his breath.

Gemini chuckled, low enough for only Fourth to hear. "You like that I made a good point."

Fourth glared sideways but his ears were definitely pink.

Then it happened.

Mid-way through the Q&A, someone asked, "So, did working together change how you view each other?"

The class oooh-ed.

Fourth blinked. Froze. His mouth opened but no words came out.

Gemini, ever the menace, leaned into the mic, smiling like a cat who got the cream. "Well, I always knew Fourth was smart," he said casually, turning to look right at him. "But I didn't realize he was also fun to work with."

The class: 🫢🫢🫢

Phuwin in the back: 👀
Satang: 😏
Pond: 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Fourth wanted to implode.

"I—wha—shut up," he muttered, grabbing the clicker and flipping to the final slide just to get this over with. "Anyway, thank you."

The teacher nodded, clearly amused. "Well done, both of you. Very... engaging presentation."

As they walked back to their seats, Gemini whispered, "Didn't deny it."

"Deny what?"

"That you had fun."

Fourth stared ahead and grumbled under his breath, "I will throw my laptop at you."

Gemini smiled. "You'd miss me."

Later, in the hallway, Satang bumped Fourth's shoulder with a smirk. "He got you real good back there."

"Shut up."

"Admit it, he's charming."

"Charming in a 'please trip on your shoelaces' kind of way."

Phuwin laughed. "You're blushing."

"I'M NOT."

He was. He so was.

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It all began with one sentence:

"For your next presentation," the teacher said, "choose any topic related to psychology. You'll present solo, so pick something that genuinely interests you."

Easy enough. Or so Fourth thought.

As the class ended, students buzzed around the room, excited or panicked about what to pick. Fourth, as usual, kept to himself. His brain was already rifling through topics. Maybe the psychology of fear. Or something about attention span in digital natives...

He was halfway through packing up his bag when—

"Hey," came the voice he really didn't want to hear.

Gemini leaned against the desk beside him like they were lifelong besties. "What topic are you choosing?"

Fourth didn't even look up. "Why do I have to say that to you?"

Gemini pouted dramatically. "Aww, don't be like that. It's not like I'm gonna steal it. We're rivals, not thieves. I don't compete dirty." Then, with a small smile, he added, "Just tell me, nahhh."

Fourth gave him the flattest stare he could muster. The silence was answer enough. Without another word, he slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to his two friends.

"Satang, Phuwin. Let's go hang out at my brother's place."

"Chicken rice?" Phuwin perked up instantly, already grabbing his own bag.

"Obviously," Satang said with a grin. "I'm starving."

Just as Fourth took his first step toward the door, he felt a light tug at his wrist. He looked down. Gemini's hand.

"Wait," Gemini said. "I wanna come too."

Fourth raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Yes," Phuwin cut in before Fourth could even get warmed up. "Of course he can. Right, Satang?"

Satang, always the chaos enabler, smirked. "More people, more drama."

Fourth groaned. Loudly. "You traitors."

But it was too late. Gemini was already smiling, hand off Fourth's wrist, and falling into step beside them as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then Pond and Winny casually strolled up like they had been invited too.

"You guys going somewhere?" Pond asked, glancing at Gemini.

"Hainanese chicken place," Satang said. "Fourth's brother works there."

"Cool. We'll tag along," Winny said before anyone could object.

And suddenly, it wasn't just the original three. It was six.

They hadn't even reached the corner of the school compound when Fourth realized this was going to be the longest fifteen-minute walk of his life. He walked slightly ahead with Satang and Phuwin, but Gemini was always just two steps behind him, and Winny and Pond stuck so close to Gemini it felt like he had his own personal entourage.

Fourth leaned closer to Phuwin, whispering out of the side of his mouth, "Are they always like this? Like... are Pond and Winny his bodyguards or what?"

Phuwin laughed. "I think they just like causing trouble."

Fourth groaned. "This feels like an ambush."

Meanwhile, Satang had somehow started a full-blown debate with Winny about the best fighting game of all time. Voices were raised. Arms were waved. At one point, Satang said, "Your opinion is objectively wrong," and Winny looked like he was ready to throw hands.

Pond was trying to keep peace but only made it worse by siding with both of them at once.

Gemini?. Gemini was walking quietly beside Fourth, looking suspiciously satisfied. Fourth didn't like that. Not one bit.

"This isn't normal," he said, not looking at him.

"What isn't?" Gemini asked innocently. Fourth gestured behind them. "All of this. You and your little sidekicks tagging along everywhere. Is this how you always hang out?"

Gemini tilted his head, smiling. "You're always so suspicious. Why can't we just be friends?". Fourth gave him a side-eye so sharp it could cut glass. "Because you're weird."

"You'll come around."

Fourth scoffed. "Don't hold your breath."

Gemini chuckled, walking a little closer, just enough to make Fourth noticeably tense. "You know, if I really wanted to steal your topic, I'd already have it by now."

"Oh my god, shut up."

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By the time they arrived at the diner, the sun was dipping just a little, casting a golden hue through the front windows of Earth's Hainanese Diner, a well-known local spot nestled on a buzzing street corner. It was one of those old-but-gold places with wooden tables, framed newspaper clippings on the walls, and the warm aroma of garlic and sesame oil lingering in the air.

Inside, the place was packed.

Every table was filled — families chatting over soup, students hunched over plates, even a couple of office workers flipping through papers while devouring their meals.

Fourth led the group through the narrow aisle until they found one of the few empty tables near the back. Six chairs squeezed around a rectangular table, a little too tight, but it worked.

Gemini slid in beside Fourth again — of course he did — while Phuwin, Satang, Winny, and Pond took the rest.

"This place is famous, isn't it?" Pond looked around with visible excitement.

Fourth nodded absentmindedly. "My brother says it even came out on TV once."

"Whaaaat?" Phuwin leaned forward. "Like a food program?"

"Yeah," Fourth said, still scanning the diner. "The owner, Earth Pirapat, made it what it is now. Super popular. My brother's lucky to work here, honestly. But..." He trailed off, eyes narrowing in thought.

Something had always bugged him.

This diner closed by 6:00 p.m. every day. Yet, Nani often didn't get home until well past 9:00.

Was he working another job? Or... doing something else?

Fourth had asked once. Nani had just smiled and changed the subject.

So Fourth let it go — for now.

Suddenly, a familiar figure stepped out from the kitchen doors and began making his way toward them.

Nani.

Wearing his signature black apron and warm smile, he was balancing a small notepad in one hand, ready to take orders. But the moment his eyes met the group, something... changed.

His gaze swept over the table. First at Fourth, then—

His eyes landed on Gemini. Just for a split second, Nani's entire expression shifted — a flash of recognition? Maybe even shock? But then, it was gone. A blink and the smile returned, cheery and polite like always.

Fourth blinked. Did I just imagine that?

"Hey, lil' bro," Nani said, nudging Fourth gently on the shoulder. "Didn't expect to see you today. Table for six, huh? You're growing."

"Don't say it like that," Fourth mumbled, though a small smile crept onto his face.

"Alright. Usuals or trying something new?"

Everyone started rattling off their orders — Satang wanted extra rice, Pond was already talking about soup add-ons, and Winny was trying to decide between two drinks. Gemini, of course, ordered the same dish as Fourth. Because of course he did.

But what really stood out?

Nani didn't linger.

He didn't chat with the group or ask questions like he usually did when Fourth brought someone new. He simply took down the orders, gave a short smile to Fourth, and disappeared into the kitchen with a soft, "Be right out."

No introductions. No teasing. Just... gone. Fourth stared after him, a frown forming. That wasn't like his brother. But before he could dwell on it, laughter erupted beside him.

"BRO, THIS IS—" Pond's voice boomed as the food finally arrived. "—TO. DIE. FOR."

He had taken one bite of the Hainanese chicken rice and was now shoveling it into his mouth like a man starved for years. Rice grains scattered. Soup sloshed.

"Okay, okay—slow down, man!" Winny chuckled, scooting slightly away. "You're gonna inhale the plate."

Even Satang cracked up, while Phuwin snapped a photo of Pond mid-bite with a caption already forming in his mind: "Pond VS The Chicken: Round One."

Even Fourth laughed. Genuinely. The way Pond's cheeks were puffed out and his eyes wide in delight — it was impossible not to.

Across from him, Gemini chuckled too, resting his chin on one hand as he glanced sideways at Fourth.

"Told you this hangout wouldn't be so bad," he murmured.

Fourth just rolled his eyes, though the smile lingered on his lips a moment longer than he expected. But deep down, he couldn't shake one thing. Nani's reaction. That brief, unreadable expression when he saw Gemini. There was something there.

And Fourth wasn't going to ignore it.

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After they finished their meals and exchanged some laughs, everyone eventually went their separate ways, splitting off in pairs and groups as the golden dusk faded into night.

Fourth walked home with Satang and Phuwin, but even with their teasing and chatter about Pond's dramatic reaction to the chicken rice, his thoughts drifted back to Nani.
That odd expression. The flicker of shock. The way his brother left the table so abruptly.

The diner had closed at 5 p.m. sharp — just like always.

But now... it was past midnight.

The living room was silent. No sounds of the keys jangling at the door. No soft humming from the hallway. Not even the quiet rustle of plastic bags like when Nani brought home snacks. Just empty stillness.

Fourth sat on the couch for a while, phone in hand, tapping the screen every so often. The chat with his brother showed the last message was from three hours ago. Just a thumbs-up emoji. It didn't say where he was. What he was doing.

Eventually, tiredness won over worry. Fourth mumbled a soft, "Where even are you, hia..." before retreating to bed, telling himself he'd ask in the morning.

The smell of sizzling garlic and warm rice drifted through the air as Fourth padded down the stairs in his uniform, buttoning the last of his school shirt.

As he rounded the corner, there was Nani, dressed casually in a loose t-shirt and checkered pajama pants, standing in front of the stove — cooking like he'd never been missing the night before.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Nani said, glancing over his shoulder with a soft, familiar smile. He handed over a plate of perfectly fried egg, stir-fried greens, and jasmine rice. "Here. I made your favorite."

Fourth blinked, unsure what he expected — maybe a tired expression, or a sign of stress. But Nani looked... fine. Too fine. He took the plate and murmured, "Thanks, hia."

They sat at the counter quietly for a bit, the only sounds being the clink of the fork against porcelain and the distant radio playing from the neighbor's house next door. But something about Nani's presence felt... off. Like his smile was a little too rehearsed, a little too placed. After a beat, Nani's voice broke the silence.

"You seem quiet today. What's going on in that little genius head of yours?"

Fourth hesitated, chewing slowly. Then he decided to say it. He needed to.

"Hia..." he began softly, setting his fork down. "Yesterday. At the diner. When you came to our table..."

Nani raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Your face changed," Fourth continued, not backing down. "You looked... surprised. Not like usual. Are you sick? Is something wrong? You've been coming home late for weeks and you barely tell me where you go after work..."

The room stilled. Nani didn't respond right away. He just... stared. Not coldly, not warmly. His expression was neutral — but unreadable. As though he was flipping through a thousand thoughts behind those eyes.

Then he smiled. Soft. Calm. But not quite reaching his eyes.

"Just a headache," Nani said, ruffling Fourth's hair in that same affectionate way he always did. "Nothing to worry about. The diner was noisy and I hadn't slept much. That's all."

Fourth narrowed his eyes. That's all?

It didn't sound real. It didn't feel real. But Nani was already turning back to the stove, reaching for another pan, the conversation dismissed like steam rising and vanishing into the morning air.

Fourth sat there, staring into his half-eaten plate. He didn't believe it. Not for a second. But for now, he let it slide.

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A whole week had flown by, and now, the day of the psychology presentation had finally arrived.

The classroom was buzzing with nervous chatter, the scratch of markers against whiteboards, and the soft sound of students flipping through notes. Some were rehearsing under their breath, others pacing nervously. The air was filled with a kind of tense energy that only presentation days could bring.

Fourth was seated at his usual spot, hunched over his notebook, doing last-minute checks on his flashcards. His presentation was polished, organized, and filled with academic flair. He had poured everything into it — not just to impress the teacher, but more importantly...

To beat Gemini.

He wasn't going to lose to him. Not this time. But just as he was rereading a key point, something poked at his cheek.

Poke.

Fourth blinked. He didn't even have to look to know who it was.

Poke.

He exhaled sharply, eyes still on his notes.

"Stop it."

Poke.

Finally, Fourth slapped his notebook shut and turned, glaring.

Gemini was sitting beside him with an infuriating grin stretched across his face. His elbow rested lazily on the desk, head tilted slightly, fingers still mid-air from the last poke. His eyes glimmered with amusement — as if annoying Fourth was his favorite hobby.

"What do you want?" Fourth asked flatly, eyes narrowing.

Gemini leaned a little closer, not fazed at all by the irritation. "What's your presentation title?"

Fourth blinked. Then scoffed.

"Why do you need to know that?"

"Just making conversation."

"Making conversation? Or trying to ruin my mood before my turn?"

Gemini chuckled lowly, propping one hand under his chin, his eyes now fully trained on Fourth — studying him like he was something far more interesting than any psychology lecture.

"I'm not that cruel."

"Could've fooled me."

"Come on," Gemini drawled, still smiling. "I'm not gonna copy you. Just curious. You look so intense about it. It's kinda cute."

Fourth nearly choked on air. Cute?

He shoved his chair slightly away from Gemini, heat crawling up the back of his neck. He cleared his throat and muttered, "Well, too bad. You don't need to know. You'll find out when I present. Like everyone else."

Gemini just grinned wider, like he'd won something. He leaned back, stretching slightly, fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the desk.

"Fine, I'll wait. But you know," he said casually, "whatever your topic is, I'm sure it's gonna be good."

Fourth blinked at him, suspicious.

"Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

Gemini shrugged, nonchalant. "Because today's about brains, not brawls." Then added with a smirk, "Though I do hope you're ready to come second place."

Fourth rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. He turned back to his notes, muttering, "In your dreams, Gemini."

But even as he refocused on his cards, he could still feel Gemini's gaze, that infuriatingly calm, confident look. And for a brief second... His fingers fidgeted on the paper.

Why does it always feel like he's not really trying to win? But just trying to get close?

.

As students trickled back to their seats, it was finally Fourth's turn to present.

He stood at the front of the classroom, the familiar weight of pressure settling on his shoulders — but he welcomed it. This wasn't just any presentation. It was a chance to outshine Gemini. A chance to prove that he was not just good, but better.

Taking a breath, he clicked to his first slide and faced the class.

"Good morning, everyone.". His voice was clear, composed. His eyes scanned the room—avoiding a very specific seat—for now.

"Today, we will explore Manipulative Behaviour in Psychology—a topic that affects personal relationships, workplaces, and even social interactions. Manipulation is a psychological strategy used to control or deceive others for personal gain. Our goal today is to understand manipulative behaviour, recognize its different forms, and learn how to protect ourselves from being manipulated."

He moved smoothly from one point to the next. His slides were simple but informative. The class was unusually quiet, watching and listening closely.

Except one person. From the corner of his eye, Fourth could feel Gemini's stare. He tried to ignore it—he really did—but it wasn't just a casual glance. It was intentional. Still. Sharp. Focused. He flicked his gaze toward Gemini just for a moment and regretted it instantly.

Gemini wasn't taking notes. He wasn't fidgeting like he normally would. He wasn't even blinking much. His head was tilted slightly, resting on one hand, eyes locked on Fourth—not as a competitor, but as if he were studying something far more intricate.

Fourth quickly broke eye contact. His throat tightened. That look—it wasn't admiration, but it wasn't mockery either. It was... unreadable. Intense, but distant. As if Gemini wasn't really here.

Why does it feel like he knows something I don't?. Still, Fourth pushed forward. He wasn't going to let Gemini throw him off.

"...and so, manipulative behavior can manifest as guilt-tripping, gaslighting, passive-aggressive tactics, or even love-bombing..."

Ten minutes passed.

Finally, he reached his last slide.

"Manipulative behaviour is a form of control and deception. Psychological mechanisms and personality disorders can contribute to manipulative tendencies. Recognizing and resisting manipulation is crucial for mental well-being.". He gave a polite bow of his head. "And that's all from me, thank you for—"

A hand shot up. Of course. Fourth's eye twitched as he registered the raised hand. He didn't even need to look.

Gemini.

In his mind, Fourth was now reciting every curse he knew—in Thai, in English, in anime villain monologues. Why must it always be him.

Still, he pasted on the fakest smile he could muster and turned toward him. "What is it, Gemini?" His voice was strained but sweet. Gemini didn't laugh. Didn't smirk. His expression was calm. Eyes still steady.

"If a close friend is emotionally manipulating you," Gemini asked, slowly, "but you care about them deeply... how would you confront them?"

The classroom went still. Even the teacher glanced up from her laptop. Fourth's smile didn't falter, but his shoulders tensed.

Is he trying to bait me? Or is this... something else?

Still, Fourth responded with practiced ease.

"There are a couple of ways," he began smoothly, though his fingers gripped the edge of the podium, "but how I would confront them is by observing their reaction. If they acknowledge their behavior and try to improve, the friendship can be repaired. However, if they become defensive or continue the manipulation, you may need to distance yourself—for your emotional well-being."

His eyes narrowed, just slightly.

"Do you get the answer you need, Gemini?". He was still smiling, but it was all teeth and zero warmth.

The class looked between them. The tension in the air was strange—subtle, but thick like fog. Gemini tilted his head just a little more. His gaze didn't waver. He blinked once, then replied quietly—

"Interesting."

That's it.

"...Interesting?" Fourth repeated internally, now fully imagining dramatic K-dramas where the main character flips a table.

No "thank you"? No "that helps"? Just... interesting?

He sat down stiffly after that, not even looking at Gemini. Gemini is still staring at him. There was something haunted—almost melancholic—beneath the surface of those usually smug eyes. It wasn't mockery or amusement.

It was something else entirely. And that's what made it worse. Because now Fourth didn't know if Gemini was just playing mind games... Or trying to say something without saying it at all.

Chapter Text

The classroom quieted after Fourth's presentation, filled only with the sound of a few polite claps and the squeak of a chair as he sat back down. His heart was still racing, partly from nerves, partly from the way Gemini had stared at him. It wasn't curiosity. It wasn't boredom.

It was something else.

Then the teacher called the next name:

"Norawit, you're up."

Fourth glanced sideways. Gemini rose slowly, his face unreadable, and walked to the front with calm, measured steps. He didn't bring notes. No laptop. Just himself, and a confident presence that settled like a fog across the room.

He turned to face the class and smiled softly. But when his eyes briefly caught Fourth's, the warmth in his smile felt... off. Like a flame burning a little too close.

"Hello everyone. Today, I'll be talking about something a little delicate. The psychological concept of... Obsession Disguised as Love."

A few classmates perked up at the topic. Fourth froze. Gemini clasped his hands in front of him, like a patient storyteller.

"Love, in its ideal form, is selfless. It's about care, trust, freedom. But sometimes, what we call love can have a different face. A more persistent... possessive face."

He smiled again, so gently that it almost felt romantic. Almost.

"Let me put it like this—what if someone can't stop thinking about you? What if they want to be near you, protect you, make sure no one hurts you... or takes you away? Sounds sweet, right?"

His voice dropped an octave.

"But where's the line between devotion and obsession?"

Fourth narrowed his eyes. Something about the way Gemini was speaking—it wasn't just a presentation. It was personal. Gemini clicked to the next slide.

"Psychologically, obsession is marked by intrusive thoughts, hyperfocus, and emotional dependency. But here's the twist...when you reframe those symptoms, they sound... poetic. Like: 'I can't stop thinking about you,' 'You're the only one I see,' 'I'd do anything to protect you.'"

The class chuckled softly, some nodding, finding it oddly relatable. But Fourth? He felt sick.

"You see, when obsession is wrapped in soft words and pretty metaphors, it's no longer seen as dangerous. It becomes something people crave. A kind of fantasy. Even if it means surrendering your freedom."

His gaze...so casual, so slow slid over to Fourth again.

"It's not about cages. It's about creating a world where only two people exist. Isn't that what love is? A world where you're mine, and I'm yours?"

Fourth's stomach twisted. Gemini wasn't just analyzing obsession. He was romanticizing it. Justifying it. And worst of all, he was confessing it.

"Psychologists may argue that obsession is unhealthy. But to the person feeling it, it's not obsession, it's purpose. It's clarity. It's... love, intensified."

The room had gone still. Even the teacher seemed unsure whether this was a lecture or a love letter wrapped in academic jargon. Gemini slowly turned back to the board, clicking to the final slide.

"In conclusion, obsession isn't always dark and twisted. Sometimes, it wears the skin of loyalty. It brings flowers. It stays up at night thinking about you. It memorizes your routines."

Fourth's breath hitched. The others didn't flinch.

"And maybe... just maybe..." Gemini tilted his head ever so slightly. "...if you're lucky, someone will one day love you so much, they never let you go. Even when you try."

He smiled faintly. "Thank you."

The class clapped, unsure whether to cheer or stay quiet. Fourth's hands were clenched under the desk. He couldn't tell if it was fear... or anger. Or something in between.

Gemini sat back down without looking at him, this time. But Fourth could feel the silence vibrating between them. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. Gemini had already said everything.

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The final bell had rung, signaling the end of class, and the hum of relieved chatter echoed through the corridors. Students packed their things, some stretching, some already halfway out the door.

But not Fourth. He was frozen for a moment, still seated, staring blankly at his desk. Gemini's voice played again and again in his mind, "...even when you try." That wasn't just a presentation. That was a message.

Fourth gritted his teeth and stood up quickly, slinging his bag over his shoulder, determined to leave. He could feel Gemini's eyes on him, again. The stare was calm, unblinking, unreadable.
He didn't return it. Not today. Instead, he turned to his two closest friends.

Satang was zipping his bag while humming a pop song under his breath. Phuwin, oddly, was quiet. Too quiet. His fingers were fiddling with the zipper on his pencil case, brows furrowed.

That's odd, Fourth thought. Phuwin was usually the loudest of the three, flamboyant, theatrical, always ready with a comeback or a random dramatic monologue. Seeing him so subdued felt wrong.

Fourth's eyes lingered on him. Was he upset about something? Maybe he thought his presentation wasn't good? Before asking, he decided to lighten the mood. "Hey, wanna go to the diner? My brother's shift should still be on," Fourth said, voice casual. Phuwin blinked once, then looked up. And just like that, his entire personality switched back on, as if someone flipped a switch.

"DO I WANT TO GO TO THE DINER?" Phuwin gasped loudly, clutching his chest as if struck by divine light. "Fourth! I who just delivered a masterpiece of psychological brilliance in that suffocating classroom, deserve to be treated like a royal and goodly!"

Fourth blinked at him. Satang just let out a pfft of laughter, shaking his head.

"Oh how I missed the scent of garlic rice and the sizzling chicken skin! How long has it been?" Phuwin dramatically stared off into the distance like a lonely war widow awaiting a lover's return from battle. "Ten days? Eleven? I've aged."

Fourth snorted, finally smiling. Satang was grinning too, pulling his backpack onto one shoulder. "You were just there three days ago," Satang said. "That's three days too long!" Phuwin snapped. "I'm practically wasting away!"

Then Satang raised an eyebrow and added dryly, "Is 'goodly' even a word, Phu?" Phuwin stopped mid-rant and turned toward him slowly with narrowed eyes, lips pursed into a deadly smirk. "It is," he said, raising one brow. "If I say it is, then it is. Don't question art, darling."

Fourth chuckled, shaking his head as he watched the two banter like they always did. This was the kind of normalcy he needed after a day like today. But still, that moment stuck with him, the brief second before Phuwin's theatrical switch flipped back on. He remembered clearly, just before Fourth invited them, Phuwin's eyes had subtly shifted to Gemini.

It was fleeting. Barely half a second. But the flicker of unease... was unmistakable. Was Phuwin afraid of Gemini? Or just uncomfortable? Fourth made a mental note to ask him later. When they were alone.

The smell of fragrant chicken broth and toasted garlic hit them the moment they stepped into the diner. The cozy clatter of plates and chopsticks, the soft murmur of conversations, and the clean, warmly lit interior made it feel like a safe haven after a heavy day.

Earth Pirapat's Hainanese chicken rice diner was as packed as always, but the staff knew Fourth well. They were quickly guided to a free table near the back.

Nani appeared a few minutes later with a notepad in hand, flashing his usual welcoming grin. There were no sudden changes in expression this time, just the same old cheerful older brother. If anything had been off about him last time, he was hiding it well now.

"Same as usual?" Nani asked. Fourth nodded. "Extra garlic rice. Satang wants iced tea, Phuwin wants..." "...A bucket of your finest heaven disguised as chicken rice," Phuwin interrupted dramatically, flipping his non-existent cape. Nani just laughed, scribbling it down. "Coming right up."

The boys talked and joked while they waited, bantering about the presentations, teasing Phuwin for calling himself 'a visionary mind trapped in a high school student's body.' Fourth kept the laughter going, but part of his mind wandered back to earlier.

Gemini. The presentation. Phuwin's eyes. Something about today felt like the beginning of a thread unraveling.

After finishing their food and saying goodbye to Nani, the three friends walked home together under the dim orange glow of the streetlamps. By the time they split up, Fourth felt something in his chest settle, but not completely.

He had questions. Too many questions. And the feeling that he was being watched again—never quite left.

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The soft hum of the fan buzzed in the corner of the living room as a sliver of orange dusk filtered through the blinds. Fourth lay sprawled across the couch, school bag still slung over one arm, tie loosened and shirt wrinkled. His mouth hung open slightly as he slept, a pillow awkwardly jammed beneath his head. He hadn't even changed clothes, he had simply collapsed from exhaustion the moment he got home.

The living room smelled faintly of detergent and takeout from yesterday. All was quiet until...

Click.

The front door opened with a low creak. Fourth's body stirred slightly, brow twitching at the sound. He groggily opened one eye, blinking up at the ceiling before sitting up just enough to see who it was. It was Nani.

His brother stepped into the house, rubbing the back of his neck, shoulders visibly tense. His uniform from the diner looked rumpled, and the usual cheerful glint in his eyes seemed dulled by fatigue. Even his footsteps were heavier today, like every movement carried weight.

Fourth glanced at the wall clock. 8:04 p.m. "Huh," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. "You're back earlier than usual..." Nani caught sight of him on the couch and stopped in his tracks. "Tell me," he said, dropping his keys in the ceramic bowl by the door. "Did you seriously pass out on the couch without showering, Fotfot?"

Fourth's eyes shot open fully. "SHIAAA—IT'S EIGHT?!" he yelped, leaping up in alarm, hair sticking in all directions. "I slept till EIGHT PM??"

He bolted down the hallway toward the bathroom, arms flailing like he was dodging invisible obstacles. As he disappeared into the room, the sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the apartment.

Nani chuckled, standing there for a moment before shaking his head with a sigh. "After you shower, come down. I'm making dinner." "OKAY HIA!" came the muffled shout from behind the bathroom door, followed by the sound of running water.

Nani made his way into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves. He moved with practiced ease, but his mind wasn't on the food. His thoughts were... elsewhere.

Gemini.

"Are they close?" he wondered aloud, stirring the soup absentmindedly. He hoped not. He really hoped not. He thought about how Fourth looked coming home today...tired, distracted, a little off. He hadn't even noticed Nani was home until the door opened. Not that that was out of character, but something about today just felt off.

Nani tasted the dish and frowned. It needed more salt. He added a pinch. He decided something, he'd ask. Casually. Just to be sure. He didn't want to be the overbearing brother, but he also wasn't going to sit back and let anything...or anyone...hurt Fourth.

.

The scent hit him the second he stepped out of the bathroom...sweet, savory, slightly smoky. His eyes lit up instantly.

Pad Thai.

He all but flew down the stairs, hair still damp and sticking to his forehead, the towel lazily draped over his shoulders. His socks skidded on the floor as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, eyes zeroing in on the table where two steaming plates sat, no doubt his brother's doing.

"PAD THAI?" he gasped in joy, clasping his hands dramatically like he'd just seen a miracle.

"Slow down," Nani chuckled, flipping the stove knob off and placing the pan in the sink. "The food's not going anywhere, Fotfot."

Fourth pouted dramatically but obediently pulled out a chair and sat down, bouncing slightly in his seat. As Nani joined him, the atmosphere was light, at least for a moment. They both dug into their food, the clink of chopsticks and low hum of the fan filling the space. Fourth slurped a bite and let out a satisfied hum, his whole body relaxing into the chair.

Then Nani spoke, voice casual, but a little too casual. "Hey, Fotfot..." Fourth hummed in response, mouth still half-full. "...are you close with that kid you brought over before?"

That made Fourth pause. He swallowed his food. "Kid?" he blinked. "You mean Phuwin?" Nani shook his head without looking up. "No, not him. The one when you brought three more people that day." He was careful, too careful, not to say Gemini's name.

Fourth tilted his head, lips pursed in thought for a second. Then the realization hit.
"Ahh—Gemini, Winny, and Pond?" Nani gave a small nod but kept his eyes on his food.

Fourth sighed, pushing the noodles around with his chopsticks. "We're not that close, not really. But..." He took a deep breath. "...this one guy, Gemini, he keeps edging me."
Nani's eyes flicked up ever so slightly, but Fourth didn't notice.

"He always gets one step ahead of me, and it's like we're stuck in this constant academic competition. He knows it gets on my nerves too. Like, he enjoys it or something." He slumped slightly, stabbing at a shrimp. "Honestly, he's always poking me, pushing buttons, trying to get a reaction. It's like he likes making me angry..."

Fourth glanced up and saw Nani's face. Still. Expression unreadable. Eyes dark with something Fourth couldn't quite name. Concern? Discomfort? Recognition? Something about it made Fourth's chest tighten. "Hia..." he said softly. "What is it?" Nani blinked, caught.

"Is something wrong?" Fourth pressed. "Is it... Gemini you were referring to just now? Is there something I should be worried about?" For a moment, silence. The only sound was the quiet tick-tick of the wall clock and the whir of the fan blades overhead. Nani's mouth opened slightly...then closed.

Then came the lie.

"Oh, no, nothing," he said with a small shrug, standing up abruptly and carrying his empty plate to the sink. "Just asking. That's all." He didn't look back. Didn't elaborate. Didn't smile. He simply rinsed the plate, then wiped his hands and walked straight to his bedroom.

Door: click.

Fourth sat there, frozen in the half-empty glow of the kitchen light. The steam from his plate had faded, and the warmth from the meal didn't reach his chest anymore.

He frowned. "Weird," he muttered under his breath. "This is getting weird." Ever since he moved to Bangkok, things had been... off. Not horror-movie level eerie, but just subtly wrong in a way that made his instincts prickle. It wasn't just the new school or the new people. It was the environment. The energy. The feeling of being watched...steered even. Like the city around him was shifting, tilting, turning into something he couldn't explain.

Bangkok wasn't another country. It wasn't that different from Pattaya on the surface. But the moment he arrived, the world felt tilted by just a few degrees. And then there was Gemini. That boy felt like the epicenter of all the unease in his life. Still gripping his chopsticks, Fourth glanced at the hallway where Nani had disappeared. He had never seen his brother like that. Never heard his voice sound so... guarded.

If Nani knew something, he wasn't saying it. And if no one was going to give him answers... Then he'd find them himself. Or... make his brother talk. Either way, Fourth was done waiting.

Chapter Text

Morning came with the loud shriek of the alarm clock and the blinding sun cutting through the curtains like a personal attack. Fourth groaned dramatically into his pillow. "Ugh. Who invented school?" he muttered into the sheets. "Why can't humans just... eat and sleep and occasionally scroll their phones forever?"

Still grumbling, he rolled out of bed, dragging his feet to the mirror. He stared at his reflection. Hair? Messy. Face? Puffy. Vibes? Immaculate. With a sigh, he began fixing his hair, slicking a portion back with practiced fingers. A soft smirk tugged at his lips.

"Handsome," he mumbled under his breath but then immediately cringed. "No... wait. No, don't say that out loud, what are you, narcissistic?" He flicked his bangs into place and puffed his cheeks, muttering, "You're just... alright. Objectively speaking."

Downstairs, Nani had already set the breakfast table. Toast. Eggs. A little cut fruit. Fourth slid into the chair and they shared a quiet meal...nothing strange today, no questions, no tension. Just the sound of chewing and the occasional clink of a spoon. Then, Fourth hopped onto his bicycle, bag slung over his shoulder, wind brushing his cheek as he pedaled toward another "totally normal" school day.

As soon as he reached the school gates, he spotted Satang, waving like an overexcited windmill near the front entrance.

"FOURTHHHH~"

Fourth raised a hand in return, trying not to smile too much. Satang was chaotic, loud, and way too much before 8am but he was also familiar. Safe. The first few periods passed like usual...lectures, notes, a quiz that Fourth totally forgot about but somehow winged. Everything felt normal...

Except Gemini.

Again. As if summoned by the curse of annoyance itself, Gemini Norawit kept leaning closer during class. Whispering comments. Glancing at him. Breathing in the same radius.

Why is he always here? Fourth groaned internally. Does this guy have no hobbies? No other victims? No life? But then came the worst realization. He looked to his right.

Gemini was sitting beside him. Again. Why? Because Satang, the traitor, the backstabber, the disloyal slimeball, had swapped seats last week just so he could sit next to his beloved Winny. Satang had said it would "only be temporary." Liar.

"Why am I being punished for your love life?" Fourth hissed under his breath. Gemini, of course, was loving it. He leaned on one hand, staring at Fourth like he was watching a very entertaining show. It had been ten whole minutes of this nonsense. Finally, Fourth snapped. He turned, glaring.

"What?" he barked, whisper-level but furious. Gemini didn't flinch. Instead, he wore that signature smile, the charming, disarming, and completely fake. "You look cute when you're mad."

Dead silence. Fourth blinked. Once. Twice. Fuck. He could feel it, the heat crawling up his neck, traitorous ears turning a vivid shade of red.

"NO...WHY...EARS, YOU TRAITORS!" his inner voice screamed.

Outwardly, he quickly composed himself, turning his head with the sharp grace of someone actively pretending to be unbothered. "Shut up," he hissed. "And stop staring at me. It's giving me the creeps."

(Not that it actually was. If anything, it was giving him butterflies, but over his dead body would he ever admit that.)

Gemini smirked, leaning back in his chair like he'd just won a game.

"Join us for lunch break."

It wasn't a question. It was an invitation that sounded too much like a command. Fourth's mouth opened, ready to say hell no... But then...

"YES, we'd love to!" Phuwin. That little traitor of a best friend had eavesdropped and jumped in like it was his own conversation.

Fourth slowly turned to look at him, eyes wide with betrayal. Phuwin just smiled sheepishly, giving him the most fake-innocent grin in the world. "You... betrayed me." Fourth mouthed. Phuwin winked in return. Before Fourth could argue, the classroom door creaked open.

The teacher entered, and the room quieted instantly. Lesson began, and all Fourth could do was sit there, stewing in secondhand embarrassment, betrayal, and the lingering echo of "you look cute when you're mad."

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The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chaos, clatter of trays, bursts of laughter, and the hum of student chatter. But for Fourth, everything felt oddly distant, like a movie playing in the background while his mind focused on something heavier.

He sat at a table with Phuwin on his right and Gemini on his left, unfortunately. Across from them sat Satang, Winny, and Pond, forming an unlikely circle of six. Fourth couldn't help but feel... watched. Not just by Gemini...but by everyone.

They ate in relative silence at first. Pond was devouring his food like a man starved, noodles slapping against his lips with no shame. Winny, as always, was eerily quiet, occasionally glancing up but saying nothing. Gemini? Gemini wasn't eating. He was watching. His elbow propped on the table, fingers loosely curled in front of his mouth, eyes fixed on Fourth like he was studying a puzzle piece that almost fit but not quite.

Then, Satang spoke up, his voice unusually gentle. "Hey... Fourth," he began, hesitating, fingers fidgeting with his chopsticks. "Sorry to ask this, and it's totally okay if you don't want to answer me." Fourth blinked, confused. "What?"

A beat.

"What happened to your parents?"

The question hit the table like a dropped glass. The sound around them seemed to dull. Pond slurped his noodles but slowed. Winny lowered his gaze, hands folded neatly in his lap. Gemini didn't move...his eyes were already locked on Fourth, now more alert. Fourth felt his throat tighten slightly. He hadn't expected this question...not now, not here.

But... he also knew everyone at the table was curious. He could feel it in their silence, in the way they glanced at him, then away. So he nodded, drawing in a quiet breath.

"It's okay," he said, voice steady. "It's nothing I haven't said out loud before... I think."

He looked down at his tray, not really seeing the food anymore.

"My family used to be well off. My parents worked for a company, NT Company, I think. Both of them were sales managers. I still remember... they took me and Nani to their office once. I was five, I think? Everything looked so big. It felt like they owned the place."

There was a nostalgic smile that flickered across his lips. But it faded quickly.

"Then when I was eight... they died. Car accident. Nani was thirteen at the time. After that, it was just the two of us."

The table was still. Phuwin gently reached out, rubbing a soothing hand across Fourth's back, his touch warm and grounding. Fourth's eyes flicked up...for some reason, to Gemini.

But instead of sympathy, Gemini wore an unreadable look. His head tilted slightly. His brows weren't furrowed in concern, nor relaxed in casualness. He looked like someone analyzing Fourth's emotions... calculating. Fourth looked away. His stomach churned. Before he could say anything, Winny spoke, his voice soft, but firm.

"Fourth... I know we're not that close. But if letting everything out is too hard... you don't have to. Don't force yourself. We get it."

Fourth stared at Winny, stunned. He didn't expect that from him of all people. Winny had always seemed distant, robotic almost. But that reassurance, it felt real. And oddly, comforting. He exhaled, some of the weight lifting.

"Thanks. Really. It's... good to know there are people who'd listen. Even if I barely know some of you."

He went on.

"After our parents passed, Nani stopped school after high school. He worked full-time to support us. I do part-time jobs when I can. It's been tough, but we're managing."

Just then, he felt a slight tremble beside him. He turned...

Phuwin was crying. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks, his lips pressed tightly as he tried to keep it together.

"Phu! Hey, why are you crying?" Fourth panicked, fumbling for tissue. "Tissue, tissue..." Pond, ever the chaotic helper, shoved a tissue pack toward them and added casually:

"Relax. He's got a heart tissue. He cries all the time." Satang raised a brow, amused. "And you know that how?" Before Pond could reply, Winny kicked him under the table.

"Ow. sorry"

"Sorry for what?" Fourth asked, now looking between them, confused. Pond scratched his head awkwardly. "Oh... nothing. Just twisted my ankle."

"...Your ankle?" Fourth tilted his head. "That's sudden."

He narrowed his eyes. The mood at the table started to shift. Before anyone could press further, Gemini suddenly stood up. Too quickly. His chair scraped against the floor, sharp and loud. "Time to go back to class," he said, calm but clipped. Without another word, Winny and Pond immediately followed him. No questions asked.

Satang blinked. "Weird."

"Yeah," Fourth mumbled, still staring after them.

Inside, something twisted in his gut. Unease. Like the kind you feel right before a storm. He didn't know what was happening, but there was something there. Something off. Why did Gemini look at him that way? Why did Winny and Pond react so... scripted? And what the hell was with the sudden rush to leave? Fourth knew he wasn't imagining it anymore.

Something about them wasn't right. And he was going to figure out what.

Chapter Text

The classroom was quieter than usual. Fourth sat at his desk, eyes flicking between the empty chair across the room and the memory of yesterday.

Nani.

His older brother had acted strange. Not in a concerning way, but in a way that made Fourth's gut twist. Nani had mentioned Gemini in a tone that was... too familiar. Like he knew him.

More than just as a schoolmate. More than Fourth ever did.

Ever since then, Fourth couldn't stop himself from watching Gemini. The way he moved through the halls. The way people greeted him with reverence, yet hesitance. And the way Gemini always...always...looked at Fourth like he was reading the fine print of a very important contract.

The thoughts piled up in his brain like falling bricks, heavy and hard to ignore. And when his head started to hurt from all of it, he sought the only peace he could think of

Music.

He ask Satang and Phuwin

"Music club room. You guys in?"

Both replied almost instantly with a yes. Gemini wasn't in the classroom...probably busy with the student council. That made things easier... and harder.

As the three of them approached the music club room, Fourth paused at the doorway. There were a lot of students inside. Too many. His chest tightened. He hadn't expected an audience. He immediately stepped back. "Maybe not today," he muttered.

Satang caught his arm gently. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to sing for them. Just sing for you. I know how much it means to you." Phuwin added with a soft smile, "You can do it, Fourth. It helps, remember? Music gets you through."

Their words sat heavy in his chest, but in a good way. So he nodded, swallowing down the nerves, and stepped in. There was only one piano. One bass. One guitar. That was enough. They picked a song..."City" by Three Man Down. A song about loneliness, hope, and quiet longing. It felt right.

Fourth stood in the middle, gripping the mic stand, while Satang adjusted his guitar strap and Phuwin tuned the bass. The room dimmed slightly as someone turned down the lights to set the mood.

Fourth tried to breathe. He shut his eyes. Counted to five. Tried to block out the stares...not judgmental, but expectant. Curious. Like they wanted him to succeed. But his hands were shaking. He couldn't do this. Not in front of everyone. Not when his heart felt like it was being peeled open. He was just about to turn away when...

A voice cut through the room. Soft. Clear. Familiar. "I'll take the first verse." Fourth's eyes flew open. Gemini stood beside him. Where did he come from? He didn't even hear him walk in...but there he was, already stepping up, his presence like a quiet force of nature. Gemini offered him a small nod...cool, composed. But something gentle flickered in his eyes. A quiet understanding that made Fourth freeze.

Then

He sang.

His voice was smooth and deep, laced with emotion that curled around each word like a hug. The crowd quieted even more. Even the air seemed to pause. Gemini shifted his gaze between the room... and Fourth. Fourth's heart fluttered. He didn't want to admit it—but something clicked.

It wasn't just Gemini's voice. It was the way he stepped in, without a second thought. He saw Gemini's hand trembling a little, but he still does it despite that. The way he sang for him. The way he held that space, not to shine, but to lift him up. 

Fourth couldn't stay quiet anymore.

He joined in...his voice soft, a bit unsure at first. But Gemini smiled at him, mid-chorus, eyes crinkling slightly in encouragement. That smile...it was real. The kind you give only when you want someone to feel safe.

Their voices blended together...melting into the music, matching in tone and rhythm like they'd been singing together forever. And for a few minutes, the world outside didn't exist. It was just them. Two hearts beating through the same melody.

The final note of their duet hung in the air like a soft echo. For a second, there was silence.

Then

Applause.

It roared across the room like a gentle wave, not too overwhelming, but warm...like a hug after a long, cold day. Fourth blinked, stunned. He hadn't expected it. The fear had melted somewhere between the first verse and Gemini's smile, and now... he felt good. He felt alive.

Before he could stop himself, his arms instinctively wrapped around Gemini in a tight hug. Just pure instinct. Gemini didn't pull away. For a moment, Fourth rested there...against his chest, heart still racing from adrenaline. But then...

He realized how close their faces were. His nose nearly brushed Gemini's collarbone, and when he tilted his head slightly...

There.

Gemini's face. So close. So effortlessly handsome. Hair tousled just right, skin glowing under the dim lights, those eyes like they knew something he didn't. Fourth's heart tripped over itself.

"Damn."

That was his first thought. Damn, this guy is smart, rich, sings well, student council president, and now this? Handsome too? Life was so unfair. He was still caught in a daze, staring like a lovestruck fool, when...

"Ahem."

Satang's very fake cough snapped him back to earth like a slap. Fourth jolted. His brain caught up to the fact that he'd been staring at Gemini for who-knows-how-long... and Gemini...That guy had the audacity to smirk. That stupid charming smirk that said "I know you're staring."

Fourth let go like he'd been burned and bolted from the room with a mumbled "BYE!!" Satang burst out laughing and followed after him, leaving Gemini behind, chuckling beside a very amused Phuwin.

In the bathroom, Fourth was splashing cold water on his flaming face, mentally replaying the moment like a broken cassette tape.

Why. Did. I. Hug. Him.

Why did he stare? Why did Gemini's smile look so soft? So sincere? So... for him? Satang leaned against the sink beside him, arms crossed with a smug grin. "Well, well, seems like someone's caught feelings." Fourth glared at him through the mirror, cheeks still red.

"No, I'm not. Definitely not."

"Oh sure," Satang said, raising an eyebrow dramatically. "I absolutely believe you, Fotfot."

Fourth groaned, drying his face with a paper towel. "I hate you."

Satang chuckled. "Nah, you love me. Just not as much as you love..."

"Don't."

But truthfully? He couldn't lie to himself anymore. There was something there. Gemini was insufferable sometimes. Annoying. Teasing. Too smart for his own good. But...God, that man was hot. And he did step in without hesitation. And he did make him feel brave again. Maybe... just maybe, something was starting to bloom.

After they collected their things and stepped out into the late afternoon sun, Fourth and Satang made their way toward the nearest café.

But then...

They saw him.

Gemini, leaning against the school gate with his arms crossed, dressed in the same uniform but looking like he belonged in a drama. The wind casually ruffled his hair, and the golden light caught his cheekbones just right. He looked like a K-drama lead waiting to say something heartbreaking.

Fourth swallowed. He looked stunning. Just standing there. So unfair. Before Fourth could react, Satang elbowed him and smirked.

"Hey umm..."
"What now?"
"I just remembered. I have something to do. Meet you tomorrow!"

And with a wink and wave, Satang took off, cackling under his breath.

"Wait...Sat...Satang...AI SAT!!!"

Too late.

And then... Gemini approached. Fourth suddenly found his shoes very, very interesting. They stood there for a second. Quiet. Awkward. Then, Fourth finally spoke, voice small.

"...Thanks."

Gemini tilted his head. "For what?"

Fourth still couldn't meet his eyes. "...For helping me today. For singing..."

There was a pause. Then a soft chuckle. Gemini stepped a little closer. His voice dropped into something warm, gentle.

"Anything for you, Fot."

Fourth's eyes snapped up. Gemini was smiling at him. Not teasing. Not smug. Just... soft. Sincere. Like he meant it. Fourth's heart skipped a beat. He was not prepared for this level of affection.

"I...uh..."

Gemini leaned back slightly and said, with a casual shrug but a sparkle in his eye, "You could thank me by accompanying me to your brother's restaurant. I miss the Hainanese chicken rice."

Fourth blinked.

Gemini wanted to... eat there? With him? His mouth moved before his brain could think. "Y-Yeah. Okay. For sure. Yeah. Let's go." Gemini chuckled again, turning to walk beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And Fourth?

He was blushing all over again. And maybe, just maybe... he didn't mind it at all.

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The walk from school to the restaurant wasn't long, but to Fourth, it felt unusually quiet, his own thoughts filling in the silence.

Every now and then, he'd sneak a glance at Gemini walking beside him. Gemini was calm, casual, almost like he wasn't affected at all by what happened earlier. Meanwhile, Fourth's heart was still doing somersaults.

Did Gemini really say "anything for you" like that? With that smile? Ugh. His ears turned red again.

But soon, the warm scent of broth and garlic rice greeted them as they approached the familiar little corner shop... Hainanese chicken rice place. Humble. Cozy. A small glow against the evening sun.

Gemini held the door open for him, and Fourth gave a small nod of thanks as they entered. The place was still buzzing from the dinner crowd, but there was a quiet table in the back, and they took it.

Just as they sat down, Nani appeared, wearing his apron, wiping his hands on a towel. Fourth leaned forward, elbows on the table, watching closely. "Welcome...oh," Nani blinked when he saw who it was. "You brought someone."

Gemini gave him a small, polite smile. "It's been a while, P'Nani."

Nani nodded slowly. "Yeah... it has."

Fourth noticed it instantly. The way his brother kept glancing at Gemini, but never quite met his eyes. The way his fingers fidgeted with the order pad, brows slowly knitting together into that very specific look he got when he was troubled. It wasn't just surprise. It was... discomfort. Fourth narrowed his eyes slightly, not saying a word...but noting everything.

He knew that face. Nani rarely showed it to customers, but Fourth had seen it when something was off. And right now? Something was definitely off. Gemini didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he did...hard to tell with someone like him. Always calm. Always composed. They placed their order, two sets of chicken rice and iced lime tea.

Once Nani walked away, Fourth leaned his cheek on his hand, watching his brother from the corner of his eye. He was at the counter, pretending to arrange cutlery, but every few seconds, he stole another glance at their table.

Gemini didn't say anything about it. He simply folded his hands together, gaze soft as he looked out the window. The golden light lit up the side of his face, making him look almost unreal. Fourth bit the inside of his cheek.

Why did Nani look so uncomfortable? What exactly did he know about Gemini? He wanted to ask. He really wanted to ask. But not here. Not now. So he stayed quiet.

The meal was... really good, actually. As usual. Fourth always said his brother could run a five-star restaurant if he wanted to. Gemini even complimented the food more than once, which made Fourth's chest swell with quiet pride.

But Nani never approached their table again. He just sent one of the part-timers to serve the food. Another small thing that didn't go unnoticed. When they finally finished, Fourth wiped his mouth and sat back with a soft sigh.

Outside, the evening air had cooled. The streets were mellow, the lights from the shop signs flickering to life. They stood together for a moment in silence. Then Gemini broke it, voice soft,

"Want me to walk you home?"

Fourth blinked. He shook his head gently, giving a small smile.

"It's okay. My place isn't far. I cycle there"

Gemini didn't push. He just nodded, but there was something in his eyes...like he wanted to say something else, but didn't. Instead, he stepped back slightly, hands in his pockets, the breeze ruffling his uniform sleeves.

"Alright, Fourth. Get home safe, okay?"

Fourth gave him a playful salute.

"Yes, sir."

And as he turned to leave, his heart beat a little louder than before. He didn't know what Nani's strange reaction meant, or what Gemini was hiding. But somehow... despite the unknowns... That small warmth in his chest remained.

Chapter Text

The clock had long struck midnight.

The house was quiet, save for the slow ticking of the wall clock and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Fourth sat at the dining table, hands clasped tightly in front of him, his eyes trained on the door.

He wasn't tired. Not even a little. He was waiting.

And when the front door finally creaked open at exactly 12:03 a.m., Fourth didn't move. He watched as Nani slipped off his shoes and entered the house, looking drained and unaware of the eyes watching him from the kitchen shadows.

But the moment Nani saw him...awake, waiting...his shoulders tensed. "Hia," Fourth said, voice firm and sharp in the silence. "We need to talk." Nani blinked, hesitant. But when he saw the look on Fourth's face...serious, unreadable...he sighed and nodded.

They sat across from each other at the small dining table. The only light came from the overhead bulb, flickering slightly. Outside, the night seemed to press against the windows. Fourth leaned back, folding his arms.

"I'm getting closer to Gemini," he said without warning. His tone was calm but deliberate—like he was testing something. "He helped me a lot today. And honestly... I'm planning to let him get even closer."

He watched the words hit Nani like stones. His brother's eyes twitched. His jaw tensed. His fingers, resting on the table, curled slightly. That was all the confirmation Fourth needed. "What is it?" he pushed, his voice sharper now. "Why do you look like that whenever he's around? Why did you keep glancing at him at the diner like he was some kind of monster?"

Nani opened his mouth to speak, but Fourth cut in—this time with a command, "Tell me everything you know." A heavy silence followed. Nani didn't speak right away. He just stared at the table for a long moment, as if weighing something far bigger than the question itself. Then, slowly, he exhaled.

"...You know our parents used to work under NT Company, right?"

Fourth nodded cautiously. Nani finally raised his eyes, shadows clinging beneath them.

"NT stands for Ning Titicharoenrak. The company behind all those luxury clothes, the magazine spreads, the celebrity endorsements. Looks clean, looks fancy. But..."

He paused. Something flickered in his expression—fear. "Gemini... he's the son of the company's founder. That entire company—that family—is his." Fourth blinked, stunned.

Nani continued.

"You remember we visited their workplace a few times when we were kids? Once when we were five and ten. Then again when I was twelve, and you were seven. That second time... that's when everything changed. You were performing a song at the mall at the time, and we were separated, mom and dad had businesses to do there too"

His voice grew quieter. He leaned forward, lowering it like someone might be listening.

"I met a boy there. One year younger than me. His name was Wongravee, but he told me to call him Sky. We stayed in touch. His parents also worked at NT. It was Sky who suggested I work here... after Mom and Dad died."

Fourth's chest ached at the memory, but he didn't interrupt.

"I told Sky I'd wait until you graduated middle school. Until I finished high school. That's why we moved to Bangkok...to be closer to NT's headquarters. I started working at the diner during the day, but at night..."

Nani hesitated. "...I worked directly under the Titicharoenrak family." Fourth stared, trying to piece it together.

"What kind of job?"

Nani looked away.

"I was their chauffeur. Their driver. Sometimes... their bodyguard."

There was a coldness in the way he said it, as if the words themselves left a bitter taste. "And I knew before I even accepted the job that this company wasn't just fashion and glamour. It's a front, Fourth. Behind the scenes... there's something else."

He paused again, as if dragging the words out of his throat.

"NT runs a massive underground casino. Private. Illegal. Dangerous. Only the filthy rich or high-level authorities even know it exists. And if someone gets caught cheating there... or causes trouble?"

His voice dropped to a whisper. "They disappear. No headlines. No police. No trace." Fourth's blood ran cold. Nani looked at him now, eyes wide, desperate.

"I've seen things. One time, Gemini's father dragged someone who got caught cheating into a back room. They were beaten. Badly. I followed... I had to. I was ordered to be there."

He swallowed hard.

"Gemini followed them too. And when I looked at him... his face was blank. No fear. No reaction. Nothing. Like it was normal."

Fourth felt a chill crawl up his spine. "He just watched it happen," Nani said, his voice trembling. "Didn't even blink." The kitchen felt colder now. As if the shadows had crept closer. Fourth sat frozen, hands shaking slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"Because I thought I could protect you by keeping you away from it," Nani said, voice breaking. "But now you're getting close to him, and I can't lie anymore. Please, Fourth... don't trust him. Don't let him drag you into their world. You have no idea what that family is capable of."

Fourth couldn't speak. His stomach turned. His breath came shallow. Everything he thought he knew about Gemini...his gentle smile, the quiet protectiveness, the way he made Fourth feel seen...it all began to twist into something unfamiliar. Something darker.

Something dangerous. He looked down at his hands, now ice-cold. This is seriously fucked up.

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"Thank you, hia... for telling me. I'll be careful from now on."

Fourth forced the words out, making them sound firm, even grateful. Nani looked at him with a flicker of relief in his eyes, as if those few words were enough to settle the weight pressing down on his chest. Maybe now he could sleep.

But Fourth didn't wait around. He stood up right after saying it, didn't even make eye contact, and disappeared down the hallway. The moment his bedroom door shut behind him, he didn't even bother with the lights.He walked in the dark, climbed onto his bed, and collapsed backward with a heavy thud. His arms sprawled out, legs dangling off the edge, eyes locked on  the ceiling above.

It was spinning.

The silence in his room was deafening now, and his heart pounded like something was trying to break out of his chest. This doesn't make sense. None of it does. Gemini. That name echoed through his mind like a curse. The things Nani had said, about Gemini's family, the casino, the disappearances, the beatings, it all painted a picture so violently different from the Gemini Fourth knew.

Stoic? Emotionless? Cold-blooded?

Fourth clenched his jaw. That wasn't his experience. Not even close. He remembered Gemini grinning like a mischievous child when he snuck him that extra ice cream cup after lunch.  And that smirk. That infuriating, playful smirk Gemini wore whenever he had the upper hand.

That's not stoic. That's not empty.

That's... human. And yet... the way Nani spoke—it wasn't fake. It wasn't a joke. His brother had seen things. Real things. Dangerous things. And he was terrified. Not for himself.

For me.

Fourth turned his head toward the wall, trying to will his brain to slow down, but the questions only multiplied.

So what now? Should he confront Gemini? He imagined it, standing in front of him, looking straight into those eyes and asking "Is your family part of an underground crime ring?"

Yeah. No.

That's suicide. That's stepping into a tiger's den with your neck exposed. What if Gemini was dangerous? What if that smile... that kindness... was just a mask? A trap? Should he ignore him, then? Back away slowly, act like he's not interested anymore? But the thought of that... made his stomach twist.

What if he notices? What if he gets angry? What if he... punishes me? The thought was ridiculous. Absurd. But so was everything Nani had just told him. And Fourth wasn't sure what scared him more, the thought that it was all true, or the thought that... it wasn't. That somehow, despite everything, he still trusted Gemini.

He threw his arm over his face and let out a muffled groan. "This is a nightmare." His mind raced in circles. Act like nothing happened. That's the safest. Smile. Talk. Keep it light. Just... don't dig too deep.

Don't let Gemini know.

Don't let him suspect that you know.

"I can do that," Fourth whispered to himself.

But his voice shook.

"...I hope."

And as he stared at the ceiling, the silence felt heavier than before. Like something was watching. Waiting.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Niyomsil High School, casting golden stripes across the floor. Students buzzed through the corridors, voices echoing, laughter bouncing off lockers.

But Fourth moved through it like a ghost. His footsteps were steady, but his mind was anywhere but present. Last night's conversation with Nani played on repeat in his head like a broken tape recorder. Every word—every warning—still pressed against the back of his skull.

Gemini. Casino. Disappearances. Stoic face. No reaction to violence. Dangerous.

It didn't add up. It couldn't. Yet the weight of it all stuck to his skin like something he couldn't scrub off. He reached the classroom, pushing the door open with a sigh, and was immediately greeted by a burst of cheers.

"Free period! Teacher's in a meeting!" the class president announced, grinning.

Chairs scraped. Students laughed. A few were already grabbing their bags and dashing for the door. Fourth blinked, caught off guard, until a familiar voice grounded him. "Yo," Phuwin said, appearing beside him, with Satang following close behind. "Wanna hang in the music room? It's kinda stuffy in here."

Before Fourth could even answer, he felt Gemini stir beside him. There was a subtle movement, Gemini leaning forward, clearly about to say something. His fingers twitched like he was reaching out, like he wanted to talk.

But Fourth didn't give him the chance. "Sure, let's go," Fourth cut in quickly, standing up. And without looking back, without daring to meet Gemini's eyes, he stepped out of the classroom.

Phuwin and Satang followed, unbothered, talking casually about what snacks they should get later. But Fourth's throat felt tight. He didn't know if Gemini had watched him go, or if he was hurt... or worse, suspicious.

The music room was quiet when they arrived. Empty. Just the three of them. Phuwin immediately gravitated to the piano in the corner, while Satang grabbed a guitar from the rack. Fourth sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to shake the unease clinging to him.

A few strums later, Satang grinned. "Let's sing something chill. First Love?" Phuwin nodded, already playing the opening notes. And then, just like that, the room filled with soft music.

Fourth found himself singing. Hesitant at first, but as the notes fell into place, so did his voice, smooth, clear, steady. The song carried their laughter, their ease, their friendship.

It felt... peaceful.

When the final note faded into silence, Fourth smiled, a real one. For a moment, the weight on his chest felt lighter. But then, Phuwin broke the quiet.

"If you don't mind me asking..." he began, carefully. "You mentioned before that you stopped singing when you were seven, right? Why was that? Just stage fright? And where did you perform, was the crowd that big?"

"Dude," Satang laughed. "Let the guy breathe. One question at a time."

Fourth chuckled too, shaking his head. "Nah, it's okay. I don't mind."

He leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling as his voice softened.

"It wasn't just stage fright," he began. "When I was seven, I performed in the middle of a shopping centre. There was a singing competition held there, and my parents, they worked there as sales managers. I begged them to let me join."

He paused, the memory forming clearly in his mind now. "My dad loved to sing, but he gave it up to support the family. Said dreams don't always pay the bills. So... I guess I wanted to carry that dream for him. Just once. Make him proud."

A lump rose in his throat, but he kept going. "I went up there with my guitar and sang City by Three Man Down. I remember the crowd being massive. My hands wouldn't stop shaking after. I didn't win, though."

He smiled sadly. "Then, a year later, they passed away."

Silence fell over the room like a veil.

Fourth glanced at the floor, voice barely above a whisper now. "After that, I just... couldn't take it seriously anymore. Singing. It felt wrong, somehow. Like if I kept chasing that dream without them around, it would just hurt more. So I told myself, singing's just a hobby now. That I'd focus on school. Be responsible. Be the kind of person Nani wouldn't have to worry about."

Phuwin's eyes shimmered with quiet understanding. He reached over and wrapped his arms around Fourth without a word. Satang joined a second later, hugging them both. For a moment, there were no secrets, no fear, just warmth. Just friendship. But even then... in the deepest part of his chest...

Chapter Text

Gemini wasn't stupid.

He noticed it the moment it began, the subtle shift, the faint flicker of change in the way Fourth looked at him. Or rather, didn't. It started during the free period yesterday.

Phuwin and Satang had wandered over like usual, chattering about nothing, suggesting they all hang out in the music room. Fourth, who always hesitated, who always looked at him before agreeing to things, who always lingered just a second longer than necessary, suddenly stood up and walked off.

No glance. No smile. No usual fidgeting or nervous blush. Nothing. Just... absence. Like Gemini hadn't been sitting right there beside him. Like he didn't exist.

At first, Gemini stared at the now-empty space beside him, stunned. A long pause stretched in the air. A small, tight smile formed on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. He kept his composure. On the outside.

But inside? Inside, the storm was already starting.

Now, even as he watched Fourth from across the room, eyes barely flicking up from his book, he could see the shift clearly. Fourth didn't laugh as freely around him anymore. He kept a measured distance. Not obvious enough to draw attention from others, but just enough that Gemini could feel it in his bones.

This wasn't some ordinary off-day. No, this was deliberate. Calculated. Avoidance. And Gemini hated that he noticed. Because it meant something was wrong. Very, very wrong. His mind spun faster than it should have. Thoughts clicked into place too neatly, too violently.

Did someone say something to him? Did someone fucking get into his head? Fourth wasn't like this a few days ago. He was warming up...sweet, cautious, pliable. There were even moments when Gemini caught his gaze lingering on his lips. Moments Fourth looked like he didn't hate the closeness. There was even that shy smile when Gemini brushed his fingers over his shoulder that time. The little red flush that betrayed him.

But now? Now it was like he'd built a wall overnight. No. Someone did this. And Gemini knew exactly who it was.

Nani.

That brother of his with his overly protective eyes and his watchful tone. Always hovering. Always probing. Always suspicious of him.

Gemini's fingers curled into fists. "Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. "I should've killed that bastard when I had the chance." His jaw clenched.

But then, just as quickly, he froze. No.

Not that. No no no no no. Fourth would be sad. Devastated, even. He wouldn't speak to him again. He might hate him forever. Gemini's breathing hitched. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't survive it.

"I don't want to see you cry," he whispered into the stillness of his room, voice shaking now. "Not because of me. Never because of me." He stood, pacing like a caged predator, mind spiraling.

What did you say to him, Nani? What lie did you put in his head? Did you tell him I'm dangerous? That I'm unhinged? That I'm going to hurt him?

His eyes narrowed. "You've always been in my way." There was a knock at the door somewhere in the house. He didn't hear it. Not really. Gemini stared out the window now, hands trembling at his sides. Something burned behind his eyes.

He should've made Fourth his when he had the chance, when he first saw him. That delicate voice, those soft eyes, the way he bit his lip when nervous. Gemini knew then and there that he was meant for him. No one else deserved to stand beside him.  Not that damn brother always dragging Fourth away from him.

He should have taken him. Locked him in. Sealed the bond before anyone else had the chance to interfere. But he was too patient. Too gentle. Now look what happened. Fourth was slipping away, and Gemini's grip was starting to shake. His reflection in the darkened window caught his eye, eyes sunken, wild. Lips curled in a smile that didn't belong to someone sane.

If Fourth kept running

If Nani kept meddling

If anyone tried to pull them apart again

Gemini wasn't sure what he'd do. But he was sure of one thing, He'd never let Fourth leave him. Even if it meant tearing down the entire world to keep him.

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The Titicharoenrak mansion stood like a palace carved from silence. Gold-trimmed mirrors lined the halls, but none reflected the warmth of a home. It was a place of wealth, yes, but also of watchful eyes and whispered rules.

Gemini Norawit was the only son. The heir.

He had an older sister, Tontawan, but she was barely a ghost in the house. She preferred to drift through social scenes with her fashionable friends, rarely returning except to change clothes or borrow something expensive.

His parents were no better.

They were always away. Always behind closed doors. Always dressed in suits, pacing back and forth on calls with important people. When they weren't managing their luxury clothing business, they were entertaining strangers who arrived with leather briefcases and too many rings on their fingers.

But Gemini had long known the truth, the "clothing empire" was just for show.

What really built the Titicharoenrak fortune was the casino. Hidden. Illegal. Discreet. It wasn't the kind of place you stumbled upon. Entry was exclusive reserved for those who had power, money, and the right connections. A world behind a world. Behind every custom suit his father wore, there was blood-stained currency. Behind every charming smile his mother gave investors, there were secrets buried deeper than most dared to dig.

Gemini didn't flinch at that truth. He accepted it. That's how you survive in this world. But acceptance came with isolation. He had no real friends.

Occasionally, his cousin Phuwin would visit. They were the same age. Phuwin was kind, sometimes too kind. Gemini appreciated the company but never grew too close. Closeness led to attachment. Attachment led to pain. And pain was... unproductive.

When Gemini turned ten, things changed. His parents brought in two boys. Pond Naravit and Winny Thanawin.

"Your bodyguards," his mother said, like it was as casual as changing tutors. Gemini scowled. "I don't need bodyguards." His father barely looked up from his tablet. "People like us have enemies. We can't afford to take chances."

He was furious at first. Humiliated. He wasn't some fragile thing to be protected.

But over time, the presence of Pond and Winny became normal. They weren't stiff like security guards. They cracked jokes. Talked to him like a real person. And they were skilled, Pond in martial arts, Winny in hacking. Gemini quickly learned that Winny's older brother, Sky Wongravee, worked for his father. That explained Winny's absolute loyalty, he was practically born into it.

Pond and Winny only accompanied him when he left the house. At home, Gemini was still very much alone. Except for that one day. He was five. It was a rainy afternoon, thunder rumbling in the distance.

His parents were hosting another private meeting in the salon downstairs. Gemini, bored and curious, wandered quietly through the upper hallways until he saw something that made him stop in his tracks.

A young boy stood in the grand salon, smaller than Gemini, maybe by a year or two. He had soft black hair and the kind of round cheeks only children could carry without shame. But it was his eyes that froze Gemini in place.

They were... otherworldly.

Large. Gentle. Filled with something Gemini couldn't name at the time. Not innocence, exactly, something deeper. Like the boy saw things that adults forgot how to notice. He stood beside a man and woman, presumably his parents, and an older teenager, whom he addressed softly as "Hia."

The word stuck in Gemini's brain like a splinter. Hia. Family.

The adults were speaking with Gemini's parents, business talk, no doubt. But the boy wasn't paying attention to any of that. He was just looking around, eyes wide, taking in the towering ceilings, the gold chandeliers, the absurd luxury of it all.

He didn't smile. He didn't speak. And yet, Gemini couldn't look away. He'd seen many guests in this house. But this one was... different. Gemini tilted his head slightly, silently watching from the second-floor railing. The boy glanced up, just once, and for a split second, their eyes met.

It was so brief. But something about it. Gemini never forgot. He didn't ask who the boy was. He didn't chase after him when the family left. He didn't even tell his parents he had seen anything. But that image, the boy with the strange, beautiful eyes, standing beneath the chandelier, calling his brother Hia, seared itself into Gemini's mind.

He wouldn't recognize it for what it was. Not yet. Not until years later. But something had been planted that day. Something that would grow in the dark. Something... terrible.

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The second time Gemini saw that boy... it wasn't fate.

It was inevitable.

He was seven, dressed in a pressed white shirt and navy shorts, walking stiffly behind his mother and father as they moved through the glossy halls of Titicharoenrak Central Mall, one of the many assets owned by his family.

He hated these trips.

His parents talked business. Shook hands. Smiled those teeth-baring lies they called professionalism. Today they were meeting with a manager or a dealer, Gemini didn't care. He had learned to tune them out like the dull hum of an engine. He sat alone on a designer bench near the perfume counter, legs swinging idly above the floor.

No Winny. No Pond. Just him, and a bodyguard at a distance like some shadow on a leash. Then he heard it. A voice. Clear. Soft. Melancholy. It floated through the mall like smoke, curling around every customer, every light fixture, every glass wall.

He turned his head slowly.

A stage had been set up in the central atrium. Bright lights. An announcer with a clipboard. A small crowd forming. Some kind of talent show, probably hosted by one of the mall's partners, he wasn't listening.

What mattered was the boy.

On a tall wooden stool at the center of the stage sat someone around his age, holding a guitar too large for his frame. His feet barely touched the floor. His fingers were small but confident as they played the opening chords of "City" by Three Man Down.

And then he sang.

Gemini's breath stopped in his chest.

The sound was soft, but honest. Raw in a way Gemini didn't know how to describe. The boy wasn't just performing. He was feeling something, something deep and personal, and letting every stranger hear it.

It felt intrusive. It felt... sacred. Gemini stood slowly, his hands cold.

He approached his parents, tugged on his mother's sleeve. "I want to watch," he said, and they waved him off without looking. His father mumbled something about letting the bodyguard follow.

So Gemini moved closer. Each note from the boy's mouth pulled him in like a thread through a needle. It wasn't just a song. It was an awakening. Gemini had never felt this kind of stillness in his chest before. Not warmth. Not happiness. Something darker. Like something broke inside him, and he liked it.

The boy finished his performance, bowed politely, and walked off the stage.

Gemini's eyes widened. He had to speak to him. He had to ask his name. No, he needed more than that. He needed to see those eyes up close. He needed to own that moment.

He ran. His bodyguard called out behind him, but he didn't stop. He pushed past two people, nearly knocked over a woman with a shopping bag, and then...

Crash.

His knee smashed into the corner of a planter. He fell. Pain bloomed sharp and fast, scraping skin and shocking him still. He winced and stared at his knee, blood already staining his sock.

Before he could cry or scream or even get back up, a shadow knelt beside him. It was him. The boy. The boy with the guitar. The boy with the voice. He squatted down quickly, dark eyes wide, concerned. "Oh my god, are you okay?" he asked, breathless. His voice up close was gentler, warmer. His fingers hovered over Gemini's leg without touching.

Gemini opened his mouth, unsure what to say. But the boy had already seen the blood. "You're injured," he whispered, alarm in his voice. "Wait...come on, I'll treat it. There's a room backstage. It's for emergencies."

And just like that, the boy reached out, delicate fingers curling gently around Gemini's wrist, and helped him up. Gemini followed him. Silent. Watching him. Memorizing the way his lashes fluttered when he looked down. The way his lips parted when he concentrated.

It was strange. Why did he care? Why was he so worried? Gemini was a stranger. A nobody to him. But he acted like... like he mattered. No one, not even his own parents, had looked at him that way. The boy guided him through the maze of stage equipment to a small storage room behind the curtains, already stocked with bandages and antiseptic, provided by the event organizers.

He treated Gemini's wound himself. Carefully. Gently. "I'm not a doctor," he said with a small laugh, "but this should be okay until you get home." Gemini didn't speak. He couldn't. He was staring. Memorizing. Burning. When the boy smiled at him, it felt like a hallucination.

And then... it hit him.

I've seen you before.

His mind scrambled. Memory flared. The chandelier. The gold salon. The word hia echoing through the hallway. It was him. The boy from the mansion. The boy with the beautiful, unknowable eyes. The world isn't big after all, Gemini thought. It's small. Small enough for fate to pull two people together like magnets.

That night, Gemini returned home with the bandage still on. He didn't sleep. He stared at the ceiling in the dark and whispered the boy's features to himself over and over like a prayer.

The next morning, he called Winny. "I want information on someone." Winny, ever obedient, didn't question it. "Name?" 

"I don't know," Gemini said, "But I'll describe him. Find him. Quietly."

Winny didn't ask why. Gemini didn't offer a reason. But from that moment on...

He watched.

He followed.

He learned the boy's full name, his school, the name of the older brother he had called hia, the music teacher he trained with, the small studio he sometimes practiced in.

He made files. Photos. Notes. He timed his own visits to malls and music stores to align with the boy's known habits. It wasn't curiosity anymore. It was possession. This boy didn't belong to the world. He didn't belong to strangers who clapped and cheered and forgot him by morning.

He belonged to Gemini. And Gemini would never let him go. Not again.

Chapter Text

His name was Fourth Nattawat Jirotchtikul.

Gemini whispered it like a secret.

He saw it first in one of Winny's reports, buried beneath a stack of surveillance photos, school rosters, and family data. There it was, Fourth. The boy with the voice like heartbreak and hands that trembled when he changed chords.

Fourth. What kind of name was that?

Unique. Just like him.

Winny didn't just uncover Fourth...he uncovered a connection. Something far more valuable than Gemini could've planned. Winny's older brother, Sky Wongravee, still kept in touch with Fourth's older brother, Nani Hirunkit Jirotchtikul.

That changed everything.

Because when Gemini later found out, quietly, through whispers in the estate halls, through emails Winny helped him intercept, that Fourth's parents had passed away in a car crash three months ago...

...he knew. This was the moment to act. Grief made people vulnerable. And vulnerability was leverage. He met with Sky privately. In a quiet corner of the estate, away from the buzzing of servants and business talk.

"There's a vacancy," Gemini said, sipping tea like the conversation was casual. "A mid-level security management post. The pay is good."

Sky blinked. "What's that got to do with me?"

"You're still in touch with Nani, aren't you?" Gemini asked, his voice light, laced with a smile. "Offer it to him."

Sky frowned. "I thought Nani didn't want anything to do with Titicharoenrak. He... he said the company has a dark side."

Gemini's eyes gleamed. "Which is why you won't mention who made the offer."

He leaned forward, placing his teacup down with a soft click.

"You'll frame it as a chance," he said. "A stroke of luck. A well-paying job. Dignity for someone who lost everything. He'll believe it." Sky hesitated. "But... won't he worry about Fourth?"

"Oh," Gemini said, tone turning ice-thin, "he should. But that's why I'm giving him options."

Winny was the one who mentioned it,  a famous Hainanese chicken rice diner Earth Pirapat, was looking for new staff. They were discreet, family-run, respected.

Gemini smiled. "Perfect. Let him work there. As a cover." Sky blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I'll let him work there during the day. At night... he works for us."

Sky stiffened. Gemini tilted his head. "The pay will be doubled. Enough to make sure he won't say no. And if he does... remind him he has a little brother to take care of. Remind him the world isn't kind to orphans."

Sky didn't speak again that night. But the next morning, the papers were signed. Nani was moving to Bangkok. Gemini watched from his office window as the puzzle pieces locked into place.

He had calculated everything. Nani's pride, his fear of corruption, his grief, his desperation. He knew Nani's instinct would be to protect Fourth. To keep him far from powerful men. Far from people like him.

But Gemini was already five steps ahead. He didn't need Nani's approval. He just needed his resignation to fate. And once that happened...He made the next move.

Gemini called Sky again.

"Convince him," he said, voice smooth as glass. "Tell Nani that it's better for Fourth to continue school in Bangkok. That the transfer will give him a better future. And if he's going to be living here anyway... why not Niyomsil High?"

Sky hesitated. "That's your school."

"Exactly."

There was a pause on the line. Gemini could almost hear Sky processing.

"You want him in your class."

"More than that," Gemini said, smiling. "I want him next to me."

Sky exhaled. "Gem, this is getting... too far."

Gemini didn't answer. He didn't need to explain. Sky didn't understand. No one did. This wasn't about obsession anymore. This was control.

The school system was laughably easy to manipulate. A generous donation to the alumni fund. A scholarship under a fabricated foundation. One call from the Titicharoenrak board.

Fourth's name appeared on the class list three days later. Gemini stared at it like a sacred script. His fingers hovered over the screen. His breath came out shallow.

Fourth Nattawat Jirotchtikul.

Same classroom. Same air. Same routine. He belonged to Gemini now. He didn't need to be touched, or spoken to, or looked at. He just needed to be within reach. That was enough...for now.

Gemini leaned back in his leather chair, the city skyline gleaming behind him like glass teeth. The spider had spun his web. And the boy? The boy was already inside.

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After everything was set in place, Nani agreeing to work under the Titicharoenrak family, the job at the Hainanese chicken diner arranged as a front, Fourth's school transfer quietly processed with the right paperwork and the right amount of money, Gemini should've felt satisfied.

He didn't. He felt restless. Obsessive. Hungry.

Because now that Fourth was officially within reach, he couldn't stop thinking about him. At first, it was just curiosity. Then it became a routine.

A ritual.

He would wake up, sit at his desk, and open the private folder Winny compiled for him. A living archive. Updated daily.

Fourth Nattawat Jirotchtikul.

Age: 15. 

Date of Birth: October 18.

Grade: Top of class.

Past School: Sukhothai Private Academy.

Extracurriculars: Singing, guitar, football.

Known associates: None consistent, tends to rotate social circles.

Photos. Footage. Academic scores. Interview clips from local competitions. Gemini absorbed every detail like it was scripture.

What caught him off guard was how driven Fourth was.

He wasn't just talented, he was ambitious. Focused. Ruthlessly competitive when it came to academics or performance. He studied late. Practiced relentlessly. Challenged teachers when their grading didn't make sense.

He didn't do it for praise. He did it because he needed to be the best. To dominate.

Gemini stared at his screen for hours, watching Fourth tear through every field he stepped into with casual brilliance. It was... perfect.

A boy like that didn't break easily. And Gemini didn't want someone easy. He wanted to be worthy of standing beside him. Of being noticed. Of being needed. But there was one problem.

Gemini didn't know how to approach someone like that. He'd never had to. People always came to him. Obeyed him. But Fourth wouldn't. That much he could already tell.

So, Gemini made a decision. He would become Fourth's equal. If Fourth loved competition, then Gemini would become his greatest rival. The kind he couldn't ignore. He began studying more. Waking up earlier. Pushing himself further than ever before. He told no one about the real reason.

He had allies, of course. Pond and Winny, his long-time shadows. To the outside world, they were just his closest friends.

But in reality, they were his guardians. Assigned by his parents years ago to protect him from potential threats. Over time, they'd grown into more than just protection detail, they became the people he trusted most.

Winny, with his sly grin and fingers always tapping at a screen, could hack into almost any system. He could get Gemini footage, grades, digital records, even clean audio from competition clips.

Pond, stoic and calm, was a weapon in disguise. Behind that soft-spoken demeanor was someone who could take down an attacker in seconds. He never questioned Gemini's requests, just quietly carried them out.

Then there was Phuwin, Gemini's cousin.

Their families were tightly knit in business, and Phuwin's parents insisted he attend the same school as Gemini. Phuwin didn't mind. Not when Pond would be there, too.

Because Pond wasn't just a bodyguard.

He was Phuwin's boyfriend.

Their relationship was private, delicate, hidden from the eyes of society but safe within their small circle.

Gemini had known from the start.

He never judged them. In fact, he protected them. Because in a world as cruel and calculating as theirs, genuine connection was rare. Precious. Even if Gemini didn't quite understand love himself, he could respect theirs.

And now, all the pieces were in place.

Nani would be in Bangkok, under his payroll, technically not owned, but close enough.
Fourth would transfer to Niyomsil High School, into Gemini's class, no less.
The school board had been persuaded, the teachers given quiet instructions, the path cleared.

All that was left... Was the first day of school. The beginning of everything. And Gemini couldn't wait to meet his future obsession in person. Not as a stranger. But as someone who had already been watching him for years.

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The night before school began, the moon hung low and sharp like a blade. The light that slipped into Gemini's room through the sheer curtains cast pale shadows on the floor. He sat on the edge of his bed, holding a photo in his hand, creased at the edges, worn smooth where his fingers often touched it.

Fourth Nattawat Jirotchtikul.

Captured in perfect focus, smiling in the middle of a competition stage, a guitar in his lap, eyes closed, mouth open mid-note. Gemini's own smile twisted at the edges. He traced the outline of Fourth's face with the pad of his thumb.

His voice was barely a whisper, low, almost reverent.

"Soon... you'll be mine, Fourth Nattawat."

Not just a wish. A promise.

He stared at the photo a little longer before sliding it back into the drawer, his private altar, filled with dozens of others. Some printed. Some captured secretly. Some enhanced, framed, labeled. All organized by date, outfit, and emotion on Fourth's face.

He shut the drawer gently. Then laid on his bed. And slept with a smile.

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Gemini sat at the back of the classroom, near the window, a spot he'd claimed long before anyone else arrived. The seat beside him, occupied by Winny, had been part of the plan.

Their desks formed a quiet corner. A vantage point. A trap. His fingers tapped softly on the table. Waiting.

Then

He arrived.

Fourth stepped into the classroom, and the air shifted.

He wore the standard Niyomsil uniform, but there was nothing standard about him. His shirt was crisp, his bag slung casually over one shoulder. Hair slightly messy, just enough to look effortless. His skin glowed against the sunlight filtering through the window.

Gemini stared.

The real thing was so much better than any picture. Boys and girls gathered around him like moths to a flame. Some flirted. Others complimented him, tried to impress him, wanted to sit near him. The room buzzed with chatter and energy.

But Gemini's eyes darkened. His jaw tightened. His fingers, which had been rhythmically tapping, curled into fists under the desk. He didn't blink.

Fourth was his. Not theirs. Not anyone else's.

The shadow of Gemini's rage began to seep into the room. It was subtle, but tangible. Like a shift in pressure. Like the moment before a thunderstorm when the sky holds its breath.

Several students turned to glance at him. They saw the look in his eyes. Whispers passed silently between desks. They shifted away from Fourth, one by one, as if retreating from a target they suddenly realized had a laser on his back.

They knew better.

No one knew Gemini was the heir of the NT Corporation, the shadow empire that controlled everything from luxury hotels to underground casinos and hush-money politics. He wore a mask of quiet charm, but the real players in this city knew what moved when Gemini blinked.

And he made sure Fourth never learned that truth. He didn't want Fourth to see him as unreachable. He wanted to be wanted. Naturally. Desperately. From the shadows.

Gemini kept watching. Studying.

He noticed the way Fourth laughed politely when someone made a joke. How he thanked a classmate who offered to show him where the lockers were. How easily he fit into every space without trying.

It made Gemini's blood boil. Every interaction Fourth had with others felt like a theft. That smile should be his. That gratitude should be his. That attention should belong to him alone.

He exhaled, quietly. Patience. Fourth would learn soon enough.

.

Later that afternoon, in the hallways, Gemini caught a glimpse of Nani walking past in his black security uniform, earpiece tucked neatly, sunglasses on, body stiff with discomfort. He was trailing Gemini's father and a visiting foreign investor.

Nani never once looked in Gemini's direction. But Gemini smiled anyway. He knew Nani saw him. He wanted Nani to see him. To understand that this was already done. Nani was now part of the household. Driving their cars. Protecting their secrets. He had no choice but to obey, and keep Fourth safe.

Or so he thought.

Because Gemini allowed it. Gemini watched him turn a corner, disappearing behind the glass doors. And in his mind, he whispered again.

"You're already mine, Fourth. You just don't know it yet."

Chapter Text

On the third day of school, the sun had barely risen when Gemini was already seated at his usual spot...eyes cold, fingers tracing invisible circles on the desk. He watched Fourth from afar as always, every movement of the boy memorized, every breath taken into account.

The tension inside Gemini was building. Fourth was too charming. Too easy to like. Too... unprotected. People still dared to talk to him. Some even tried to flirt again. Smiling too long. Laughing too much. One boy had even tried to give Fourth his Line ID the day before.

Unacceptable.

He turned to Phuwin during break, voice low but firm.

"I want you to get close to him."

Phuwin blinked. "What?"

"Befriend him. Keep him away from those pathetic insects circling him like he's prey. Learn everything...his likes, his dislikes, his habits, his fears. His past and whatever club he joins, you follow. Watch him."

Phuwin stiffened.

He wanted to argue, to say it was too much, that Fourth was just a classmate, not a doll to be dissected. But then he looked into Gemini's eyes.

Still. Cold. Commanding. He sighed and nodded. "Okay." There was no room for discussion once Gemini's mind was made up. Everyone knew that. Later that day, Phuwin returned to Gemini's side during lunch, his expression unreadable.

"He wants to join the football club."

Gemini's jaw clenched. His grip on the spoon in his hand tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Football club?

That meant locker rooms. Sweaty uniforms. Half-dressed boys. Boys staring. Boys commenting. Boys touching.

No. Absolutely not.

Fourth was not a toy for others to gawk at. He stood up abruptly, his tray untouched, and walked out of the cafeteria. Winny and Phuwin exchanged a glance but didn't follow. Gemini didn't need to say what he was about to do.

Then, Gemini found Pond leaning against the wall beside the gym. He was talking casually with a group of club leaders, clipboard in hand.

"Pond."

Pond straightened. The others noticed Gemini and fell silent. Gemini didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to.

"There's a boy named Fourth Nattawat trying to register for football, tell your people he's not getting in."

Pond hesitated.

"...Why?"

Gemini didn't answer. He didn't need to. He just stood there. His presence....icy, suffocating...was answer enough.

One of the juniors in charge of registrations passed by and glanced in their direction. He caught Gemini's expression, and immediately looked away, nodding like he'd heard an unspoken command. No one asked why. Not if they wanted to keep their peace.

"Alright," Pond said eventually. "I'll handle it."

Gemini nodded once and walked away.

At night, Gemini sat alone in his room again, this time not smiling. He was tense. Still imagining Fourth running in the sun. Laughing with teammates. Being seen. No one else should get to see that. Not unless he allowed it.

He pulled out the drawer, glanced at the photos inside, Fourth playing guitar, Fourth eating ice cream in a mall, Fourth asleep on a bus ride from orientation day.

He exhaled slowly. He could let Fourth join a club. Just not one that involved... exposure. Music club would do. He liked listening to Fourth's voice. It soothed him.

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The banter started with grades. Fourth was smart...sharp, competitive, and precise. He didn't care much for social politics, but when Gemini's name started appearing beside his on the class ranking sheet, he noticed.

Of course he did.

That was the point.

Gemini studied Fourth obsessively, not just his mannerisms or expressions, but how he solved equations, how long he stared at a question before answering, which subjects made him smile when he got them right.

It became a game. A silent competition that Gemini had been planning for weeks. Every test, every assignment was a weapon in his quiet war for attention.

And finally, one day, Fourth turned around and look at him, truly look at him in the eye after he beat Fourth by scoring 29 out of 30. Gemini's heart thumped violently, but he kept his face calm, his smirk calculated.

That was the beginning.

Gemini summoned Phuwin to the rooftop, his usual place for private discussions.

"Get them to hang out with us."

Phuwin raised an eyebrow. "Them?"

"Fourth and Satang. Say something strategic. Make it sound like your idea. Just... get them near me."

Phuwin sighed. "You can literally just say hi like a normal person..."

Gemini looked at him, unamused.

"Right. Never mind. Forget I said that."

So, the next day, Phuwin cornered Fourth and Satang during lunch, feigning curiosity.

"Hey, wanna hang out with Gemini's friend group sometime?."

Fourth almost choked on the snack.

"I beg your pardon?" he said, coughing into his sleeve.

Phuwin smirked, trying to sound casual.

"Think of it as... studying your opponent." he said

Then, They met at a school cafeteria. Gemini kept his eyes on Fourth the entire time. Every time Fourth laughed at something Phuwin said, Gemini's hand would twitch under the table.

He didn't say much.

He just watched. Calculated. Memorized.

The first time Fourth speaks to him is "You got a problem?"

"Not at all," Gemini said smoothly, lips curling into that familiar, infuriating smirk. "Just surprised."

"Surprised about what?" Fourth narrowed his eyes. Gemini drummed his fingers lazily on the table, calm and collected. "Didn't think you'd be the one to make the first move.". Fourth blinked. "Excuse me? This was Phuwin's idea." Unbeknownst to him, it was actually Gemini's idea, but Fourth didn't need to know that. 

When they left, Gemini casually walked behind them to make sure Fourth didn't trip on the curb, even though Phuwin was the one actually talking with Fourth. He always made sure there was someone guarding him.

Always.

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The guilt started creeping in around the third hangout.

Phuwin was spending time with Fourth because Gemini asked him to. But over time, he started to genuinely enjoy Fourth's company. Fourth was funny, kind, and didn't treat him like someone's shadow.

And that... made it worse. He felt like a fraud. He told himself that Gemini wasn't trying to hurt Fourth, he just wanted him close. Phuwin saw how protective Gemini was, how his expression darkened whenever Fourth looked tired or upset, how he demanded Phuwin check if he's okay even when they were in the middle of class.

It wasn't love. It was obsession dressed in silk.

But Phuwin stayed quiet. Gemini never said he'd hurt Fourth. He just wanted to protect him. To control the chaos. And maybe, Phuwin reasoned, Fourth would be safer under Gemini's gaze than out there in the open.

One night, Phuwin went to the Hainanese chicken rice diner that Winny always talked about. It had just started raining. He came to pick up food for Gemini, but didn't expect to run into Nani, Fourth's older brother.

Nani greeted him politely, wiping down a table. "You here for takeout?"

"Yeah, Winny sent me. For Gemini."

Nani paused for a second. Something shifted in his face, but he didn't comment. He didn't recognize Phuwin, of course. Phuwin rarely visited Gemini's main house. He preferred staying with Pond, far from the politics and hierarchy.

But Phuwin recognized Nani. He'd seen him through tinted car windows, walking quietly behind Gemini's father, head down. And now... here he was, wearing an apron, speaking gently to customers.

Two lives. One truth. Phuwin took the food and nodded. "Tell Fourth I said hi." Nani nodded. 

As he stepped out into the rain, guilt sat heavier on his chest. Because Nani didn't know the truth. That his little brother was never just being befriended. He was being hunted.

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It was subtle, barely noticeable to most, but Gemini saw it immediately.

Fourth was having a rough day. His shoulders were tighter than usual, his laugh didn't reach his eyes. Gemini, who noticed every twitch and shift of Fourth's expressions like a scholar reading sacred scripture, could feel something wasn't right.

So, when he saw Phuwin and Satang casually guide Fourth toward the music room, he knew where they were heading.

Music club.

Gemini's eyes narrowed as he stood from his seat and followed, quiet, careful, blending into the crowd. He didn't want to be seen. He just needed to watch.

The room was filled with students, a small performance space set up for informal auditions and sharing sessions. A few students were scattered across bean bags and the old upright piano in the corner was slightly out of tune, but the vibe was warm.

Then Fourth stepped up to sing.

And froze. Gemini watched from behind the glass window, heart clenching when he saw Fourth's eyes widen in fear. His body stiffened, his breathing quickened. He opened his mouth, and no sound came out. 

He was trembling. Gemini didn't think. He moved. He walked straight in, ignoring the whispers and surprised glances, and without a word, took the microphone from Fourth's trembling hand even though his own hand did tremble a little, but he tried to cover it up so that he could help Fourth. The room fell into a hush.

Then he began to sing.

A soft melody...familiar, nostalgic. The very same song he heard years ago when he was just seven.

Back then, Gemini had been lost, silent, distant from the other kids... until a little boy with flushed cheeks and a bright smile stepped onto the stage, closed his eyes, and sang that song with all his heart. His voice had been imperfect, sweet, hopeful.

It was that moment Gemini fell.

And now, here they were again.

Gemini sang the same tune, pouring every emotion into each lyric, his eyes never leaving Fourth's.

And up close, Fourth was even more breathtaking. His eyes, wide and vulnerable, his pink cheeks, the soft curve of his lips parted slightly in surprise. Gemini barely felt the mic in his hand. The whole world narrowed down to this

him and Fourth.

When the song ended, the room clapped softly, but Gemini didn't register it. Because the next thing he felt was arms wrapping tightly around his torso. Fourth had hugged him. Tightly. Desperately.

He was warm and trembling, and Gemini froze, stunned, heart pounding louder than the applause. His face was beet red.

And then...he ran. Covered his face with his hands and darted out of the room like it was on fire. Gemini blinked, breathless, before a slow, satisfied smile crept across his lips. "Cute..." he whispered to himself, heart overflowing with something dangerously close to joy.

Satang rushed after Fourth without a word. But Phuwin stayed. He stood beside Gemini, staring at the empty doorway where Fourth had disappeared. Then he turned to Gemini, his expression softer than usual.

"You look different, Gem."

Gemini raised a brow. "What do you mean, Phu?"

Phuwin gave a small, genuine smile. "You look like you really care about him. Like... really."

There was a beat of silence. Then, quietly, Phuwin added, "Please don't hurt him. I know you like him a lot. But don't cross the line by trying to control his life."

Gemini looked away. Phuwin stepped closer. "I've grown to care for him too. Not romantically. He feels like the little brother I wish I had. And I want to protect him."

He paused.

"So I'll help you win his heart. I will. Just please don't screw this up, okay? Let time do its thing. Don't force it. Promise me, Gem."

Gemini swallowed the knot in his throat.

Phuwin's words, so honest, so trusting, hit something inside him.

"I'll try," Gemini said quietly. "I won't mess this up, Phu. I promise."

That Evening, Gemini waited in front of the school gate, leaning against the lamppost with his hands in his pockets. He was already there when Fourth walked out. Fourth stopped in his tracks the moment he saw him. He looked nervous...embarrassed. His gaze dropped to the ground. Gemini walked toward him slowly, the sound of his footsteps quiet under the fading sunlight.

"...Thanks."

Gemini tilted his head. "For what?"

Fourth still couldn't meet his eyes. "...For helping me today. For singing..."

Gemini's heart melted at the blush spreading across Fourth's cheeks. He stepped closer, their distance almost gone now.

"Anything for you, Fot."

Fourth's eyes flickered to his, flustered, and Gemini took a quiet breath.

"Actually," Gemini added casually, "If you really want to thank me, come with me."

Fourth blinked. "Where?"

"To your brother's diner," Gemini said, smiling. "I've been craving Hainanese chicken."

They walked together under the warm golden light, Gemini subtly matching Fourth's pace. That moment was perfect. Fourth laughed at one of Gemini's jokes. Their hands almost brushed. But that was the last time Gemini saw that spark in his eyes when he looked at him.

After that day, Fourth became distant.Quieter around Gemini. Careful. Gemini noticed immediately. Every time he tried to approach, Fourth would politely respond, but wouldn't linger. Wouldn't smile as much.

And Gemini had a sinking feeling he knew why.

Nani.

That night at the diner... he must've said something. Warned Fourth. Steered him away. Gemini clenched his jaw, his gaze growing darker again. He wasn't going to lose him. Not after coming this far.

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Back to the present day.

The next morning at Niyomsil High School, the air felt a little heavier for Fourth. Ever since that day Gemini sang for him, and the brief warmth they shared, things had shifted. Not outwardly. But in the silence. In the way people looked at him. Or more accurately, how they didn't look at him anymore.

Fourth tried to swap seats with one of his classmates. He just wanted to be further away from Gemini, maybe by the window, somewhere the sunlight could distract him. But every time he asked someone, they turned awkward, avoiding his eyes, offering excuses like, "I'm comfortable here," or "I need to be close to the board." Even Satang gave him a look that said don't push this.

That's when Gemini stood up.

Without a word, he walked toward Fourth. His eyes locked on him with unsettling intensity. Fourth barely had time to step back when Gemini grabbed his wrist tight. Too tight. And dragged him out of the classroom.

They walked fast, Gemini not saying anything, and Fourth trying to pull back but not wanting to make a scene. Students turned to look, but no one stopped them. No one dared. Like they knew not to.

They reached the rooftop. The wind was stronger up there, ruffling their uniforms. Gemini finally stopped near the edge of the rooftop wall, turning sharply to face him.

Fourth yanked his arm back, his voice shaking slightly. "Let go of me, Gemini. It hurts."

Gemini blinked, seeming to realize only then how hard he was gripping. He immediately released him. "Shit...sorry," he muttered, his voice softer now.

Fourth leaned back against the wall, trying to keep some distance between them. Gemini stood in front of him, too close for comfort. He wasn't touching him, but the way his eyes bore into Fourth's made it feel like he was being cornered.

Fourth glanced up, just once, catching a flicker of emotion on Gemini's face, like he wanted to say something but was choking on it. That unreadable expression scared him more than anger.

The closeness made Fourth's skin crawl, not because Gemini looked threatening, but because it felt like a trap. Like he couldn't run.

"Gemini, move..." Fourth tried to push past him, but Gemini slammed one hand on the wall beside his head. Not roughly. But firm. Final.

"Stop. Please."

Fourth froze. He could feel the heat from Gemini's body. His pulse was hammering against his ribs. He swallowed thickly, mind racing.

What is he going to do? Is he going to hurt me? Is he going to kidnap me? What if he already has a plan? What if he throws me off this rooftop? Ties me up somewhere. Oh my god what if I end up in some abandoned building with chains on my wrists and

"Why are you avoiding me?" Gemini asked suddenly, his voice strained...almost pained.

Fourth blinked. The look on Gemini's face caught him off guard. It wasn't angry. It was... wounded. Like he was the one being betrayed.

Fourth didn't know what to say. He couldn't exactly tell him I know what kind of person you are. 

So he lied.

"I'm not avoiding you. Why would you think that?"

Gemini's eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me, Fourth. You're a terrible liar. You didn't even look at me when you said that."

Fourth clenched his fists. "Why do I have to tell you anything?" he snapped, finally meeting his eyes. "Who the hell are you to demand the truth from me? You think you can control me? Fuck off, Gemini. I don't want to see your face ever again."

He turned to leave, heart pounding in his chest but Gemini grabbed both his shoulders, holding him in place. His voice dropped into something dark and possessive.

"Don't you dare run away from me, Fourth. You don't get to run. That's not how this works."

Fourth's breath caught. Gemini's grip wasn't painful, but it was firm...unchanging. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, jaw tight.

"You were meant for me," he continued, voice rough. "You just don't see it yet. And that's okay. I'm patient. I'll wait."

The wind howled between the buildings. It chilled Fourth's skin, but his body was already frozen in place.

Gemini leaned closer. His voice dropped even lower, trembling at the edges. 

"But if you try to disappear... If you think you can leave me behind like I'm nothing...I promise, you'll regret it. You think you can just walk away? After everything I've done to keep you close? No. Don't you dare. Don't you dare leave me, Fourth. You're mine. You've always been mine."

Fourth's entire body went rigid. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat. The pieces, all of them, clicked into place.

The silence from others. The way people shifted away from him in the hall. The texts that stopped. The feeling of being watched. Every little thing Gemini had done that seemed oddly convenient... wasn't. It was intentional.

And Gemini must have seen the shift in Fourth's expression. Because suddenly, his face crumpled. Just slightly. Like, even he realised he'd gone too far.

"I....wait," he stammered, stepping back. His voice cracked. "That came out wrong. I'm not trying to... I didn't mean to say it like that."

Fourth was silent. Still trembling slightly. His body screamed at him to run, but his feet didn't move.

"I just... don't want to lose you," Gemini whispered, eyes wet with emotion. "That's all. I swear."

The words hung between them like a ghost. Fourth didn't move. Didn't blink.

"Shit," Gemini muttered. He ran a hand through his hair, then let it fall limply to his side. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to say it. Please... just forget it."

But Fourth couldn't forget.

He'd just seen the real Gemini and it terrified him.

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His breathing was shallow, chest tight. He told himself over and over again that maybe he was overreacting. Maybe Gemini didn't mean it. 

People lose their tempers sometimes, right? Say things they don't mean?

But no matter how many times he repeated that to himself, it didn't sit right. Not with how Gemini had said it. Not with the way his eyes had darkened, voice cracked, hands clamped down like he couldn't let go. Not with the words.

"You're mine. You've always been mine."

That wasn't something you just accidentally said.

As much as Fourth wanted to believe it was all a misunderstanding... deep down, he knew.
That hadn't been a moment of passion, it was a moment of possession.

His legs finally obeyed him. He stepped away from Gemini. One shaky step. Then another. The distance between them grew, just slightly but to Fourth, it felt like he was pulling himself out of quicksand. 

Gemini's face shifted immediately. Panic flickered across his features, like he was watching something precious slip through his fingers.

"Wait...Fourth, please. Don't go like this," he said, voice softer now, fragile. "I didn't mean it. I just..."

Fourth looked at him. Really looked. And with a trembling breath, he whispered the only thing he could say

"Don't follow me."

He didn't wait to see Gemini's reaction.

He turned and walked back to the classroom, eyes locked forward, hands curled tightly into fists at his sides. His steps were unsteady, but he didn't stop. Not until he stepped through the classroom door and quietly made his way to his seat.

The room was half full, students chatting, scrolling through their phones, laughing quietly. Normal things. Background noise. 

But to Fourth, everything felt... hollow. Distant. He sat down. Tried to act like everything was fine. Tried not to look shaken. Tried not to feel shaken.

Then Gemini walked in.

He didn't say a word. He didn't look at anyone. His expression was unreadable, completely blank, like someone had wiped all emotion off his face. He sat down next to Fourth, as usual. But this time, the space between them felt suffocating. 

Gemini didn't glance at him. Didn't try to speak. And that silence was louder than any scream.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Fourth couldn't focus. Every sound in class felt too sharp. Every time someone laughed, it startled him. Every shadow outside the classroom door made his shoulders tense.

Gemini stayed quiet. Not just toward Fourth, but toward everyone. No teasing Winny, no sarcastic remarks during lessons. He was silent. Still. Almost robotic.

And when the final bell rang, he didn't wait for anyone. He grabbed his bag, stood up, and walked out like a ghost. Winny and Pond glanced at each other before hurrying to follow him, exchanging silent nods. They didn't say a word to Fourth.

Satang and Phuwin approached slowly.

"You okay?" Satang asked, voice low as he sat on the edge of Fourth's desk. "Gemini's... acting weird. Like, really weird. Even Winny looks worried."

Phuwin crossed his arms, concern creasing his forehead. "Did something happen between you two?"

Fourth hesitated. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

What could he even say?

That Gemini had followed him to the rooftop and said things like you're mine? That he'd threatened him, then cried? That Fourth felt like he was slowly being dragged into something he couldn't escape from?

And what about what his brother said?

Gemini's family isn't what it seems. Stay away from him.

It had sounded vague before. Like something out of a drama. But now, after what Gemini had said, after everything that had been happening, the way people avoided him, how isolated he'd become, it all felt connected.

Fourth couldn't figure out what was scarier...

What Gemini might do to him or what Gemini had already done. He finally shook his head. "I'm fine," he lied.Satang narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly unconvinced. "You sure?" Fourth nodded again, avoiding their eyes this time. "I just need to go home."

Neither Satang nor Phuwin pressed further. They exchanged a glance that said they didn't believe him, but they respected his silence, for now.

As Fourth packed his bag, his fingers trembled.

One thing was clear, He couldn't stay close to Gemini anymore. No matter how kind he had once seemed, no matter how much Fourth had wanted to believe in him...

Something about Gemini was dangerous. And Fourth was running out of time to figure out just how deep it went.

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That night, at home...

Fourth didn't even bother turning on the lights.

He entered his room and closed the door behind him with a quiet click, leaning his back against it for a moment like it was the only thing keeping him upright. Shadows spilled across the floor, broken only by faint moonlight seeping through the curtains.

He didn't move.

Not at first.

Then, slowly like each limb weighed a thousand pounds, he stumbled to the edge of his bed and sat down. His posture slumped forward, elbows on his knees, hands dangling uselessly between them. His head hung low, his body locked in place like it couldn't decide whether to fall apart or bolt out the door again.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, then gripped the back of his neck, fingers digging into the skin like he could hold himself together if he just pressed hard enough.

His body was freezing.

But he was sweating.

His shirt clung uncomfortably to his back. His skin prickled with cold. The wind from the rooftop was gone, but he could still feel it, ghostlike, brushing against his skin. And worse... he could still hear Gemini's voice.

Low. Calm. But laced with something dark, something wrong. 

"Don't you dare run from me."

Fourth flinched.

The words echoed inside his head again and again, as if they'd been carved into the inside of his skull. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the voice away, but it stayed. It clung to him. It lingered.

Had it all been calculated?

The thought slammed into him like a punch to the chest. Had everything Gemini done, the conversations, the moments that felt real, the singing, the way he stood up for him, had it all just been... a game of control?

Fourth's stomach twisted.

He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to think that all of it was fake. That he had just been another piece in some twisted obsession. But the look in Gemini's eyes today... The desperation. The possessiveness. The anger.

It wasn't something you imagined. It was real. Terrifyingly real. Fourth's fists clenched in his lap until his knuckles turned white. 

Then, suddenly, too suddenly, he stood up. The motion was sharp, unsteady, like his body was rejecting stillness.

He stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. No lights. Just darkness and the rushing sound of water hitting porcelain. He splashed his face. Once. Twice. Over and over, like he was trying to wash away everything, the rooftop, Gemini's voice, the fear tightening around his ribs like iron bands.

Water dripped from his chin as he gripped the sink edge with both hands and leaned over it, breathing hard. His reflection in the mirror was barely visible in the dark.

He looked haunted. Pale. Tired. Not like himself.

He opened his mouth, but the words got caught in his throat. They fought their way up, past the lump that had been building in his chest since this morning. 

Finally, in a voice so quiet it barely qualified as sound, he whispered:

"What did I get myself into...?"

It wasn't even a question. It was a plea. A quiet confession, meant for no one but the broken version of himself staring back through the fogged glass.

His shoulders trembled, and for a split second, he thought about calling someone...his brother, Satang, anyone. But he didn't. He just stood there, as the water kept running and the silence grew heavier around him.

He was alone. And for the first time, he truly understood what it meant to be trapped.

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That same night, in Gemini's room...

Gemini didn't move.

He sat on the cold floor, hunched in the far corner of his dark room, knees drawn to his chest, fingers tangled in his hair as if holding his head together was the only thing stopping it from shattering. The silence pressed in on him...thick, suffocating. The walls felt too close. The air, too thin.

His thoughts wouldn't stop racing. Wouldn't stop screaming. Everything had gone to hell. Everything.

Fourth knows.

He knew it the second the words left his mouth. "You're mine."

At the time, it had felt right. The words had settled on his tongue like something familiar. Something inevitable. Like a truth he had carried too long in silence. But when he looked into Fourth's eyes... all he saw was fear.

Not recognition. Not warmth. Not love.

Just fear. Like he was a stranger. Like he had become someone Fourth didn't even recognize.

Gemini pressed his hands harder against his skull, like he could crush the memory before it crushed him.

"I didn't mean it like that," he whispered to the empty room. "I didn't mean it like that..."

He kept saying it, over and over, like a prayer. Like maybe if he said it enough, the universe would undo the damage. But deep down, where the truth always lurked, he wasn't even sure that was true.

Because some part of him had meant it.

Some part of him had always wanted to say it. To claim Fourth. To keep him. Forever.

Gemini's breath hitched. His chest tightened. It felt like there wasn't enough air in the room. Like he was breathing through a straw. His vision blurred as tears welled up, slipped down his cheeks unnoticed.

His hands shook as he reached for his phone, desperate to do something, to say something. But his fingers were trembling too hard to type. And even if he could

What would he say?

There was nothing. No apology strong enough. No excuse that could erase the way Fourth had looked at him.

He lowered the phone. It fell from his hand with a dull thud against the carpet. His breathing was shallow now, sharp, uneven gasps. His throat felt tight. His eyes burned.

Why does he keep slipping away from me? 

A soft knock broke through the spiral.

"Gem?" came a gentle voice from the other side of the door. "...You okay?"

The door creaked open, and Phuwin stepped inside slowly. His eyes scanned the dark room before they landed on Gemini, curled up in the corner like a ghost of himself.

"Gemini," Phuwin breathed, hurrying over. He crouched down, his expression etched with worry. "What happened? Why are you like this?"

Gemini didn't look up at first. His voice cracked when it finally came out, hoarse and broken, 

"I... I messed up, Phu. I messed up so badly."

Phuwin reached out, gently taking Gemini's cold, shaking hands in his. "Hey...hey, look at me. It's okay. Breathe, alright? Just breathe with me."

Gemini blinked at him, tears still streaming down his cheeks. He tried to follow Phuwin's breaths, but his own were too jagged.

"He knows," Gemini whispered. "Fourth... he knows."

Phuwin's brows drew in. "Knows what?"

"I said things I shouldn't have," Gemini said, his voice trembling. "I told him he was mine. And now he knows, Phuwin. He knows how I feel. Everything."

He swallowed, his throat raw. "And I...I didn't mean to hurt him. I never meant to hurt him..."

He pressed his forehead against their clasped hands. "I just wanted to keep him. That's what love is, right? When you want to keep someone so close they can't leave?"

Phuwin's eyes softened with quiet sadness. His voice came low, calm, but firm.

"No, Gem. That's not love. That's... that's fear. That's possession."

Gemini looked up, eyes rimmed red. His face crumpled like a child who had just been told everything he believed in was wrong.

"But... how do you know it's love then?" His voice cracked again. "When it hurts this much? When you'd do anything just to make sure they stay?"

Phuwin's heart ached at the question. He shifted closer and brushed Gemini's hair out of his eyes. "It's not control, Gem," he said gently. "It's trust, and if you don't trust someone to stay... then trying to trap them isn't love. It's fear of being left."

Gemini's shoulders shook. He let out a weak, bitter laugh, barely audible.

"I don't know how to love, Phu..." he whispered. "I know how to want. I know how to protect. I know how to keep. But love... love's always been something I watch other people have. something I... imitate. I thought... maybe if I held him tight enough, if I never let go, he'd feel it too."

He looked lost. Fractured.

Phuwin sat beside him on the floor, arm gently wrapping around his shoulders. "You don't have to know everything right now," he said quietly. "But you can start by letting go of the idea that love means owning someone. It doesn't."

Gemini stayed silent.

Phuwin leaned his head against his cousin's. "I know it's hard. I know it's terrifying to change the way you've always seen the world. But you have to try. Especially if you want to love him the right way."

Gemini nodded slowly, barely, the smallest motion. But it was something. And for the first time that night... he allowed himself to cry.

Not out of guilt. Not out of fear. But because some part of him...deep down...wanted to change.

Even if he didn't know how yet.

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The next day...

The classroom buzzed with morning chatter...soft laughter, the shuffle of notebooks, the scraping of chairs...but for Gemini, it was all drowned out by the pounding of his own thoughts. He paused at the doorway, eyes sweeping over the room until they landed on Fourth.

There he was. Sitting by the window.

But something was different.

Satang. Satang was sitting beside him again.

Gemini's heart dropped.

A seat that, for the past few weeks, had always felt like it belonged to him, now filled by someone else. So he asked him to sit there again, Gemini thought bitterly. After everything, he really doesn't want me near him anymore.

The rational part of him understood, of course Fourth wouldn't want to sit next to him after what happened. After everything he said. After how he acted. But the hurt still sank deep, bitter and twisting. And worse than the seat, was the silence.

Fourth didn't even look at him when he walked in. Not a glance. Not even a flicker of acknowledgement. It was like he didn't exist.

Gemini swallowed down the burn rising in his chest. He walked to his seat without a word. Sat down. Stared blankly at his desk.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to fix everything, right now. But Fourth wouldn't even look at him. And maybe he deserved that.

He knew he shouldn't have said those words. He knew he crossed a line that could never be unseen. You're mine. He wanted to bite the memory out of his own head. He was trying. He really was.

Trying to change the way his mind worked. Trying to silence the voice in his head that kept repeating, controlling someone is the easiest way to keep them. Own them. Bind them. That's how you don't lose. 

His father's voice. Cold. Calculating. "If you want something, do whatever it takes. People are tools, Gemini. Control them, and you'll never be left behind."

Gemini had grown up in that kind of love, if you could call it that. Transactional. Strategic. Manipulate first. Apologize later, if necessary. So part of him had believed it.

Until Phuwin. Until last night, when his cousin sat beside him in the dark and told him, "That's not love, Gem. That's fear."

Gemini rested his elbows on the desk, head in his hands, trying to still the storm brewing inside him. He wanted to be better. But right now, it hurt too much to even think. Across the room, Phuwin noticed. He always did.

Gemini didn't have to look to know he was being watched. He could feel Phuwin's gaze, steady, quiet, full of something that almost felt like hope. And when Gemini finally looked up, Phuwin gave him a small, understanding smile. It was subtle. Barely there.

But it said everything Gemini needed to hear, Give him time.

It wasn't a magic fix. It didn't erase the ache in his chest or the weight in his gut. But it reminded him to breathe.

Next to Phuwin, Winny and Pond stayed unusually quiet. They hadn't said much since yesterday. They didn't even ask questions. They just watched him, carefully, like he might snap at any moment.  

Gemini clenched his jaw, tapping his fingers against his knee under the desk. He was trying. God, he was trying. But no one ever taught him how to wait. No one ever taught him how to love without holding too tight.

So all he could do... was sit there. And hope. Hope that someday, Fourth would see him again. Not as someone to fear. But someone worth trusting.

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After school.

The final bell rang, but for Gemini, time hadn't moved. He waited. Watched. Fourth left the building in a hurry, backpack slung over one shoulder, head down...like he was trying to outrun something.

Me, Gemini thought. He's trying to outrun me.

Still, he followed through the hall. Down the stairs. Past the school gate. Until he saw his chance and...grabbed his wrist.

"Fourth"

The word caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of Fourth's skin under his fingers. It felt like something familiar, something he missed. Something he didn't deserve.

He had rehearsed what to say a hundred times in his head. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was scared. I want to do better.

But before a single word could make it out, Fourth ripped his wrist away like it burned.

"What the fuck, Gemini?!"

Fourth's voice came out louder than expected, cracking at the edges. It wasn't just anger in his voice, it was betrayal. Rage. Disgust.

"Stay the hell away from me. I don't want to talk to you."

Gemini froze. The words struck like ice, like knives. He hadn't expected... that much hate. Fourth's face...twisted, trembling...looked like someone who had been pushed too far for too long. Gemini stood there, hands helplessly by his sides, heart collapsing into something small and unsteady.

His voice broke when he tried to speak. "But... I was just..."

"Don't." Fourth snapped, stepping back like Gemini was something dangerous.

Then he looked Gemini straight in the eyes and said, "You don't love me. You never did. You just wanted to own me."

It was a slap in the face. No. It was worse. It was the truth Gemini had been running from. And then, Fourth turned around...ready to leave.

To walk away again.

Something in Gemini snapped.

The apology he had prepared shattered into dust. Phuwin's words vanished into nothing. All he could think was...No. You don't get to leave. Not again. You're mine. You're supposed to be mine.

His voice came out low, shaking with suppressed emotion. "Don't talk to me like that, Fourth. Don't fucking look at me like that. I hate that look."

That look, like he was something to be feared. Something repulsive. It made him want to claw his own skin off.

Fourth stopped. Turned. And for a moment, the world held its breath. "So what," Fourth said, voice trembling but louder now, "you gonna kill me next? Lock me up somewhere? Beat me? Torture me?" His eyes...red, wet, tired...begged for an answer he was too afraid to hear.

Gemini looked at him then. Really looked. And what he saw made him sick. Fourth was crying. Because of him. Because he had done this...again.

Gemini's chest caved in. His whole body screamed with guilt, with shame. You did it again, Gemini. You hurt him. You hurt him with your fucked up love. What the fuck is wrong with you?

"Fuck," he muttered to himself. "Fuck, fuck"

Then he ran forward. And without thinking, threw his arms around Fourth...desperate. Desperate like someone drowning. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry, Fourth. I'm so fucking sorry," 

Gemini gasped, the words tumbling out like broken glass. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know what's going on in my mind. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I know it is. Please..."

And somehow, somehow, Fourth didn't push him away. Not right away. Gemini felt the tremble in his shoulders, the way Fourth clutched at his own sleeves, like he didn't know what to do either. And then...

"I hate you, Gemini," Fourth whispered, voice cracking under the weight of it. "I fucking hate you."

The words tore something open inside Gemini that hadn't been touched before. But he nodded, holding him tighter. "Okay. Hate me. You can hate me all you want. It's my fault. I fucking deserve it. I'm sorry, Fourth. Please..."

Then Fourth pulled away. Stepped back. Wiped his face with the back of his hand. His expression was hard now...icy, furious, trembling still but no longer weak.

"I still don't forgive you," he said. "I hate you, Gemini."

And then he turned and walked away. This time, for real.

Gemini stood there, alone. Still reaching. Still shaking. Still hoping he'd turn back. But he didn't. And all Gemini could do was stand there in the silence, the echo of Fourth's hate still ringing in his ears.

He meant to apologize. He meant to do better. But good intentions didn't erase damage. And if he wanted to earn forgiveness...real forgiveness...he'd have to start from scratch.

And this time... he'd have to be honest. Not just with Fourth. But with himself.

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Saturday.

The day had slipped into stillness.

Outside, the sun filtered through the curtains in soft patches, warm and golden. But inside Fourth's bedroom, it was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that wasn't peaceful...it was heavy, thick with all the things left unsaid.

He lay on his bed, one arm draped over his eyes, trying not to think. Trying to just exist. But his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A single vibration. His heart jumped before he even saw the name. He didn't need to look. He knew.

Gemini.

He reached over with a trembling hand and picked up the phone, eyes scanning the screen.

"Can we talk?"

Just four words. But something about the way they were written...plain, quiet, without drama...felt different. There was no desperation. No manipulation. Just... honesty. As if Gemini had finally dropped every wall.

Fourth stared at the message, eyes lingering longer than they should have.

He wanted to ignore it. To toss the phone aside and forget the name that still had the power to ruin his entire day. But he couldn't. Because even now...even after everything...his heart still beat a little faster whenever Gemini reached out.

He hated that. He hated that he cared.

Because when Gemini had grabbed his wrist the other day... when he hugged him so tightly and apologized like his world was falling apart... Fourth almost believed it. Almost. And that was what scared him the most.

Because the tears he shed that day weren't just from pain. They were from love.

A love so intense it burned in his chest, made it hard to breathe. A love that made him stay in that hug just a moment longer, even though he knew he shouldn't have.

He wanted to be held. He wanted to forgive. But he also wanted to scream. Because Gemini had scared him. He had hurt him. And no apology could erase the fear that clung to the memory like smoke.

Fourth's fingers hovered over his keyboard. Finally, slowly, he typed...

"What do you want?"

Not angry. Not warm. Just tired. It didn't take long before another message came.

"I was wrong. I never meant to hurt you. I've been stupid and selfish. Please. Let me explain."

Fourth read the message three times.

There was a tone in Gemini's words...one that didn't sound rehearsed this time. It was like a part of him had shattered, and this was all he could manage to offer in the wreckage.

Fourth's chest tightened. The words stirred something in him, something that ached. But pain doesn't disappear just because someone says "sorry."

His fingers moved again, slower now.

"You really hurt me, Gemini. I don't know if I can just forget that."

Another pause.

Another message.

"Can we meet tonight? I need to explain."

Fourth blinked. Tonight? Why now? Why tonight?

His instinct screamed at him to block Gemini. End it. Protect himself. Because that was what this might be, wasn't it? Just another way for Gemini to pull him in, to wrap him back up in that same cycle of control and apologies, apologies and control.

He clenched his jaw, thumb hovering over the block button.

Why do you want to meet tonight, Gemini?  To talk? Or to trap me again?

And then another message.

"I don't want to force you into anything, but I can't let you leave without explaining."

It was simple. Measured. And somehow it made Fourth's hands tremble just a bit. Please, his brain repeated, before he even saw the next notification.

The final message came seconds later.

"Please."

Just one word.

But it hit like a stone to the chest. His heart stuttered. He knew he was being stupid. He knew there was danger in reopening the door.

But still...

His breath came out shaky.

Because there was a part of him, a part he tried to bury under resentment and fear, that still loved Gemini. That missed him. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

He chewed at his lip, blinking away the sting in his eyes, the rising lump in his throat.

"What if I'm making a mistake?" he thought. "What if I'm not ready to face this?"

But he knew. He had to face it. For closure. For answers. For himself. So he took a deep breath. Steadying his fingers. And typed the words before he could change his mind.

"Okay. Where do you want to meet?"

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The night air was cool as Fourth walked along the quiet street, each step carrying the weight of uncertainty. The sky above was a shade of indigo, scattered with faint stars, but he hardly noticed. His heart thudded in his chest, every beat a drum of nervous anticipation.

The café was quiet at this hour. Just a few late-night patrons, the soft hum of music playing low over the speakers. It was the kind of place that should've felt comforting. But tonight, it felt like a waiting room before something irreversible.

His eyes scanned the windows before he stepped in, and then he saw him.

Gemini.

Sitting by the window, tucked into the far corner, like he was trying to disappear.

And for a second, Fourth almost didn't recognise him.

Gone was the poised, confident boy who always knew what to say, who stood tall with sharp words and a knowing smile. Instead, what sat in that booth was someone smaller. Dimmer. His shoulders hunched, eyes shadowed with fatigue. There was something hollow in the way he sat like all the strength had drained out of him and he didn't have the energy to hold himself together anymore.

He looked like he was made of glass. Like one wrong word might shatter him into dust.

Fourth's throat tightened at the sight. He had expected anger. Regret. Maybe even more of Gemini's usual defiance. But this...this broken version of him was something else entirely.

What happened to you? What did I do to you?

Gemini lifted his head the moment Fourth stepped inside. Their eyes locked. Neither of them moved. And for a heartbeat, the world just stilled. Then, slowly, Fourth walked toward the table.

Gemini stood up immediately, but the movement was clumsy, almost frantic, like his body wasn't keeping up with his emotions. His chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths, his lips parted like he wanted to speak but didn't know how.

"I..." Gemini tried, but his voice cracked under the weight of it. He looked down, his hands trembling at his sides.

Then he looked up again, eyes red-rimmed, wide with something between fear and desperation.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and the words broke.

Not just in sound. In spirit.

"I never should've said those things. I... I just..." Gemini's voice wavered. "I didn't know what else to do, Fourth. I thought if I controlled everything, you'd stay. That I could keep you close... and you wouldn't leave."

The words hit like waves, rising and crashing all at once. Fourth didn't speak. Couldn't.

Because for the first time, Gemini wasn't defending himself. He wasn't twisting the truth or pretending he hadn't done what he did. He was admitting it. Every wrong. Every desperate, selfish thing. With nothing but rawness in his voice.

And that scared Fourth more than anything. Gemini looked so small now. So human. Like a boy who had lost something precious and only just realized it too late.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Gemini continued, a tremble in his tone. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't even know if you can forgive me. But I need you to know that I love you. I always have."

Fourth's breath caught.

"I thought..." Gemini's eyes filled with tears, but he blinked them back. "I thought if I kept you close enough, nothing could take you from me. I thought... I was protecting us."

A silence stretched between them, thick and trembling. Fourth's fists clenched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, in his chest. It was too much. The pain. The love. The history. All of it swirled inside him like a storm with no name.

He wanted to scream. To shout that it was too late. To tell Gemini that love doesn't look like control. That he wasn't something to be caged or watched. The fear of losing someone doesn't justify breaking them.

But when he looked into Gemini's eyes... all the words died on his tongue. Because Gemini wasn't the monster he had feared for before. He was a boy who had loved recklessly. Who had loved wrong. But still... loved. And maybe that was what made it so hard to walk away.

"I don't know if I can trust you again," Fourth finally said, voice shaking under the weight of everything he was trying not to feel. "I don't know if I can forgive you. Not yet."

Gemini didn't respond. He didn't plead. He just stood there, nodding slowly, like he had expected that answer all along. But Fourth wasn't done.

His eyes softened as he looked at him. At the way Gemini's hands wouldn't stop trembling. At the faintest glimmer of tears that hadn't fallen yet.

This wasn't easy for him either.

Fourth took a breath, voice low.

"But... I know you didn't do this because you didn't care. You did it because you cared too much." He paused. "And maybe that's the problem. Maybe we both don't know how to love without hurting."

Gemini looked up at him again, eyes filled with something wordless. Something broken. Fourth sighed, chest tight with the weight of everything he couldn't fix.

"I don't have answers," he said quietly. "I don't know if there's a way back to what we were. Or if there should be. But I think..."

He swallowed, voice barely above a whisper.

"I think I needed to see that you're sorry. And I see it."

A pause.

"I see you."

For the first time, Gemini let the tears fall.

They weren't loud or dramatic. Just silent trails down pale cheeks, each one a confession of all the things he hadn't been able to say. And Fourth... he didn't move. He didn't step forward. But he didn't walk away, either.

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Fourth took a small step back.

It wasn't much...just a subtle shift of weight, a barely-there retreat but Gemini saw it instantly. To anyone else, it might have seemed like nothing. But to Gemini, who had memorized the way Fourth stood, moved, breathed... it was everything.

His heart dropped.

Something inside him...fragile, fraying, snapped like a worn string pulled too tight.

"Wait...wait, please don't...Fourth, please," Gemini's voice cracked mid-sentence, every word trembling with panic. "Please don't leave me. Don't avoid me. I'm sorry...please, I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you."

His voice was unraveling...rushed, uneven, frantic. Gemini was pleading now, the desperation raw in his tone, choking out syllables like they physically hurt to say. "Please, don't be afraid of me. I'd never hurt you, I swear. I never wanted to scare you, I just... I didn't know how else to keep you close."

He stumbled forward, like the distance between them had suddenly become unbearable. His hand reached out, but it stopped, hovering just inches from the fabric of Fourth's sleeve. He couldn't bring himself to touch him. Not without permission. Not anymore.

"Don't go." The words cracked as they fell from his mouth. Then his knees gave out.

Gemini collapsed into the nearest chair like gravity had finally won. He clutched the edge of the table like it was the last solid thing in his world, the only anchor he had left. His chest heaved with shallow, erratic breaths. Panic was setting in fast.

"I...I can't do this if you walk away," he whispered, brokenly. "Fourth, please...I'm so sorry..."

His voice disintegrated into sobs that clawed their way out of his chest, the kind that had no shape, no control just grief, sharp and jagged. His shoulders trembled as he curled in on himself, burying his face in his hands, fingers digging into his hair like he was trying to rip the panic out of his skull.

"I didn't mean it," he choked out. "I never meant to trap you, I just..." He gasped, like the truth was too much for his lungs. "I just didn't want to lose you."

Fourth's entire body locked in place. He could barely breathe. The sound of Gemini breaking like this... it gutted him.

"Gemini..." he started, but his voice was too soft, too uncertain.

"I'll change," Gemini interrupted, voice hoarse and rising like a plea. "I swear I'll change. I'll fix everything. I'll never touch your life again if that's what you want...just..."

He looked up then, tears streaking his cheeks, eyes rimmed red and wide with fear.

"Just don't leave me like this." His voice cracked, desperate and trembling. "Not without saying anything. Not when I love you this much."

He's bargaining now. Offering to vanish, to disappear completely, just to avoid being hated. Just to hold onto the sliver of hope that Fourth doesn't walk away in silence.

And then the eye contact.

Gemini looks up at Fourth with eyes full of tears and terror. He's a wreck. And in that moment, he looks like a scared, desperate kid. Nothing like the boy who once held everyone else's strings.

And there it was...laid bare. That brutal, helpless love. The kind that consumes and confuses. The kind that drowns. Gemini didn't look like the boy who always had the answers anymore. He didn't look cold or calculating or clever. He looked like a boy whose entire world was shattering in real time.

And all Fourth could do was stand there, frozen. There was a war inside him,  between everything he had endured, everything he wanted to protect himself from... and the sight of the person in front of him, unraveling.

"Gemini," he said again, softer this time. A lifeline in a sea of chaos.

He stepped closer, then slowly dropped to a crouch beside Gemini, lowering himself so their eyes were level. Gemini was still trembling, his breathing ragged.

"Breathe," Fourth whispered, gently, like he was afraid to break him even more. "You're okay. Just breathe."

That line is so simple, but powerful. It's not forgiveness. It's not reconciliation. But it's compassion. It's an anchor in the storm.

Gemini nodded too fast, like a child trying to be brave, but the sob caught in his throat anyway. Fourth hesitated then reached out. His fingers brushed over Gemini's hand, barely a touch.

But that was all it took.

Gemini let out a sob that sounded like something inside him had finally cracked open. He leaned forward, almost collapsing into Fourth's touch, pressing his forehead against the back of Fourth's hand, clinging to the contact like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.

And Fourth didn't pull away. Because now he understands. This isn't about control or manipulation anymore. This is about a love so warped by fear that it turned into possession. And Fourth sees it now, not to excuse it, but to finally understand it.

Because in that moment, he saw all of Gemini.

Not the polished top student. Not the cold, obsessive rival. Not the one who always seemed in control. But the scared boy beneath it all. The one who loved him too much. The one who didn't know how to love the right way, but still loved so deeply it broke him.

And somehow... that was enough. Enough to stay. Enough to sit in that moment. Enough to feel it all...pain, anger, compassion, grief, and something like the ghost of love still trying to survive in the ruins.

They didn't have answers. But for now, Fourth let Gemini lean on him just for a while. And that was more than Gemini had dared to hope for. 

Fourth, choosing to stay in that moment with Gemini just for now is the first step to healing, for both of them.

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Fourth didn't know how long he stood there...still, silent, suspended in the storm of Gemini's unraveling. Fourth is frozen, not because he's confused, but because what he's witnessing hurts more than he expected. 

It was like time had bent around them, stretching the seconds into something heavier. The room had fallen into a quiet so deep it hurt.

He'd seen people cry before...seen panic and fear and desperation. But never like this. Never from him. Never from Gemini. And never in a way that made Fourth's chest ache like this.

Fourth cares. Despite everything... the stalking, the isolation, the manipulation... this pain cuts deep. Because this isn't just anyone. It's Gemini. And that name, to Fourth, still carries something heavy and tender beneath all the damage.

Because no matter how much Gemini had done, how twisted things had become, this was still the same boy who once looked at him like he was worth something.

The same boy who stood beside him when his hands trembled too hard to hold a mic. Who sang for him when his throat refused to work. Who didn't mock him for being scared but met that fear with his own and stood there anyway. 

That was the moment Fourth had fallen for him. And maybe...just maybE...a part of him never really stopped.

Because it means he never stopped loving Gemini, not completely, even when things got dark. Even when he wanted to hate him.

 He exhaled shakily and sank into the seat across from Gemini. The chair creaked softly under his weight, but Gemini didn't react...his head still down, tears dripping silently onto the table.

Fourth leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet, but steady enough to cut through the silence.

"I never asked you to be perfect, Gemini."

Fourth wasn't asking for control. He wasn't asking for protection through isolation. He just wanted honesty. Humanity. Connection. And what makes it more painful is how that was all Gemini had to give at the start ans then lost.

Gemini's head jerked up. His eyes were red and glassy, his mouth slightly open like the sentence didn't register. Like it couldn't. Like it shouldn't be something Fourth could say.

But Fourth wasn't finished.

"I didn't fall for you because you had control over everything," he said, voice calm, but laced with the ghost of old pain. He swallowed, heart hammering.

"When you sang for me. When you stood up for me even though you were shaking too."

There was a pause.

"And I thought..." His voice cracked, just a little. "I thought maybe that version of you was real." His throat tightening around the words. Because he's mourning the version of Gemini he believed in.

Gemini flinched like the truth physically hurt him. Fourth's hands curled into fists on the table. His voice, now quieter, wavered on the edges of pain.

"But then everything changed," he said, eyes fixed on some distant memory only he could see.

"People stopped talking to me. Stopped looking at me. And I didn't understand why. Phuwin and Satang were the only ones who stayed"

He looked up.

"I thought I was going crazy. I kept wondering what I'd done wrong." He blinked, once. "And all that time, it was you."

It's about gaslighting, loneliness, the kind of pain that makes Fourth question his own worth. And it hits Gemini hard, because he knows. He did this. He isolated Fourth out of fear, not malice. But the damage was done.

Gemini's lips parted, the words poised to spill but Fourth gently lifted a hand, a soft stop in the air. "I'm not telling you this to hurt you," he said. "I just... I need you to understand what it did to me."

His voice thickened with emotion. "Because I wanted to believe in you. I did." He hesitated. "And maybe I still do."

Gemini's breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His eyes shimmered with tears that hadn't yet fallen, wide with disbelief...like he couldn't comprehend being forgiven after everything he'd done.

Fourth sat back slightly, his voice gentler now, but no less firm.

"You keep thinking love means holding on so tightly that someone can't leave." He looked down at his own trembling hands. "But love isn't a cage, Gemini."

The silence that followed was thick. It wasn't cold but it was heavy. Heavy with truth. With things said too late, and things still left unsaid. Fourth glanced up, meeting Gemini's broken gaze.

"Love is giving someone the choice to stay."

And there it was, the truth Gemini had never learned. The truth that turned Fourth's voice into something softer than forgiveness and sharper than grief.

Fourth is finally voicing what Gemini never understood. That love isn't about control or fear. It's about trust. About freedom. Everything he did was driven by fear... fear that Fourth would choose someone else, something else. And in doing so, he took away the very thing that makes love real... choice.

"I wanted to stay," Fourth whispered. "You didn't have to take everything else away to make me choose you."

Gemini crumpled. He wasn't sobbing now. He wasn't panicking. He was quiet—and somehow, that was worse. There was something unbearably silent about the way his face folded in grief, like Fourth's words had pierced something too deep to reach.

"I'm sorry," Gemini whispered again, but this time it wasn't frantic. It was low. Hollow. Real.
"I was scared," he said, voice breaking apart. "I didn't know how to just... ask you to stay."

Fourth looked at him then. Really looked. At the boy who had once stood beside him like a shield. At the boy who later set fire to everything he was afraid to lose. And still

Some part of him had never stopped reaching for Gemini.

"I'm not saying everything's fine," Fourth said quietly. "I don't know if it ever will be."

He paused, letting those words land.

"But I'm here, aren't I?" Fourth gives him hope. Not a fairytale. Not forgiveness. Just presence.

Gemini blinked...stunned, stunned in the way people are when they've already prepared themselves for the worst and suddenly, the worst doesn't happen.

"I haven't left yet."

And that was all Fourth could give right now. Because for someone like Gemini...who's been trying to hold love with clenched fists, Fourth staying without being forced is the most powerful act of love he could ever receive.

It's not a promise. It's not a happy ending. But it's a beginning. A thread to hold onto.

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After that, they walked in silence. Silence, not just between two people, but the kind that follows emotional vulnerability. The kind that feels sacred. It's heavy, but also gentle...neither of them trying to fill it with noise

No more apologies. No more confessions. Just the sound of their shoes against the pavement and the night pressing gently against their shoulders. The city had quieted around them... streetlamps buzzing softly overhead, distant traffic murmuring like a lullaby. 

It wasn't peace exactly, but it was... a pause. A breath. A moment between the wreckage and whatever might come next.

Gemini kept his head down, hands tucked deep into the pockets of his hoodie like he was trying to shrink into himself. His steps were quick, almost hurried, like he could outwalk the shame clinging to him.

Fourth watched him for a moment before speaking, voice light but careful.

"You always walk this fast when you're nervous?"

Gemini startled, shoulders jumping slightly as if Fourth had pulled him out of a deep spiral. He glanced sideways, his voice small and unsure. "I...I'm not..."

"You're practically speedwalking," Fourth interrupted, not unkindly. There was even a tiny flicker of a smile on his lips...just the barest hint. "I'm not going to disappear if you slow down." it's more than literal. It's about their relationship. About presence. About staying.

Gemini's steps faltered. Like the words had reached something in him he didn't know was still listening. 

He slowed, just a little, and Fourth could see how tightly wound he was. Every breath Gemini took looked like it was being weighed, calculated. He looked like someone on the verge of running or collapsing.

"I don't know what to say," Gemini admitted, barely above a whisper. "I keep thinking of what I should say, but they all sound like excuses."

Fourth tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket, exhaling quietly. "Then don't give me excuses."

There was no bite to the words. Just quiet, worn-out honesty.

Gemini nodded, eyes downcast again. Silent.

The wind picked up, tugging gently at their hair. It was a sharp breeze...one that slid into clothes and cut straight to the bone. Gemini shivered slightly, arms wrapping around himself in that thin hoodie he always wore, like he hadn't realized how cold he'd gotten.

Fourth stopped walking.

"Here," he said, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out.

Gemini blinked, confused by the gesture. "I... No, it's okay..."

"You're cold," Fourth said simply.

Gemini opened his mouth to protest again, voice cracking a little. "I don't deserve/"

"Gemini."

Just one word.

Soft.

Firm.

Enough to make him go still.

"Just take it."

And Gemini did.

He reached out with trembling fingers, brushing against Fourth's hand as he accepted the jacket. The contact was brief, but electric in its weight...how something so small could feel like everything.

Gemini looked down at the jacket in his hands like it was some sacred thing, like he didn't understand why he was being given warmth when he'd given nothing but cold.

Then he looked back at Fourth...eyes wide, almost in disbelief.

Fourth looked away, swallowing hard. His heart twisted painfully at the sight of him...so fragile, so unsure, like he couldn't believe kindness belonged to him anymore.

"I don't know what's going to happen," Fourth said honestly, voice carrying more weight than any promise. Fourth isn't making promises. He's not jumping into reconciliation or forgiveness.

"This... isn't something we can fix overnight."

"I know," Gemini whispered.

"But," Fourth continued, eyes softening as he met Gemini's gaze, "if you really meant what you said in there... if you really want to try then don't just say it."

Gemini stared at him. Eyes full of fear. Of hope. Of guilt and yearning and a hundred unsaid things.

"Show me," Fourth said gently.

A pause stretched between them, filled only by the soft rustle of leaves and a passing car's headlights flashing by. The wind curled around them again, but this time, Gemini didn't shiver. Not with Fourth's jacket now around him.

Then Fourth's voice came again, quiet but impossibly earnest.

"When you're ready," he said, "I want you to tell me everything."

He didn't look away. Didn't soften the blow.

"Not sugarcoated. Not the version that makes you look better. I want the truth. Even the ugly parts. Even the things that'll make me hate you a little, maybe." he'd rather be hurt by the truth than comforted by lies.

Gemini's breath caught.

"Because if there's going to be anything left between us..." Fourth continued, his voice trembling just enough to reveal how much this cost him, "it has to be real. If we're ever going to rebuild, we have to start from reality."

Gemini nodded. The tiniest nod. But it wasn't empty. It was shaky. Unsteady. But honest.

"I'll tell you everything," Gemini whispered. "Just... give me time. Please." Gemini not defending himself anymore. He's not trying to be perfect. He's asking. For space. For patience. For another chance.

Fourth looked at him for a long moment.really looked and then gave a single, quiet nod.

"Okay."

And in the cold night, under flickering streetlamps and the weight of all they'd been through, it was the closest thing they had to hope. 

Not forgiveness. Not closure. But something raw and real and beginning again.

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After their conversation that night, they didn't walk home together. No promises. No declarations. Just a quiet parting under flickering streetlights and the weight of what might come next.

They went their separate ways.

And Gemini thought to himself, he had to be honest.

If there was even a sliver of hope left, he needed to tell Fourth the truth. All of it. No half-truths. No edits to make himself look better. Fourth deserved everything. And he couldn't even think about courting him...not properlyuntil the ugly was out in the open.

Days passed.

Fourth didn't talk to him. Didn't message him. Didn't even glance his way in class. Not out of cruelty, Gemini knew, but because he was giving him space. Time. Room to come clean.

But to Gemini, that silence was unbearable.

Each moment Fourth acted like he wasn't there, chipped away at him. He could survive hatred. Even rejection. But indifference? That cold ache in his chest every time Fourth didn't meet his eyes?

It was too much.

So today, he was done waiting.

After class, as students filtered out, Gemini stood by Fourth's desk, awkward and stiff. He didn't know how to start this, so he just nudged Fourth lightly with his elbow and mumbled, "I... I'm ready. To tell you everything."

Fourth didn't say anything, just looked at him for a long moment. Then he nodded once, subtly. "Come on."

They walked in silence again, this time to an empty room tucked behind the library. No windows. One table. Two chairs. Neutral ground, stripped of distraction.

Gemini sat down. His palms were clammy. His chest was tight. He took a deep breath and began.

"I... I met you before the school year even started," Gemini confessed, voice trembling slightly.

"Actually, I met you the first time when we were five. Our parents were meeting about something, business stuff. You probably don't remember. But I do."

His eyes flickered to Fourth, who just listened quietly, face unreadable.

"And the second time... when we were seven." Gemini smiled faintly, almost dreamlike. "You were performing on stage. Singing that song...City, by Three Man Down."

Fourth blinked, visibly surprised.

"You were so small but so confident. You stood there under the lights and sang like the world wasn't watching. I couldn't look away. You looked enchanted. Like you were glowing."

Gemini's voice dipped, more fragile now. "After you finished and came down the stage, I ran toward you. But I tripped. Fell hard."

He chuckled dryly at the memory. "And even though you didn't know me, you came running to help. You looked so worried. Like... like you cared. And back then... not even my parents looked at me like that. Like I mattered."

Fourth's expression softened almost imperceptibly.

"And after that... I...I couldn't stop thinking about you." Gemini bit his lip. "I asked Winny to find out everything. I asked Phuwin to become your friend. To keep you safe. Please don't be mad at him," he added quickly. "He did what I asked, yeah, but... Phu really does care about you. That part was real."

He paused, letting that land.

Then he went on.

"My family...our business...it's not what it looks like. The company, NT, with the clothing line? It's just a front. What we really do is run illegal casinos. Money laundering. Scary stuff. I grew up watching people get beaten up for crossing my father. I'm used to violence. I've... seen things no kid should."

Fourth tensed slightly, but didn't interrupt.

"So when I saw you again... all I could think was...I want him. I want to protect him. I want to own him, Like something precious. A prize." Gemini winced. "I know that's messed up. I hate myself for thinking like that. I don't think like that anymore. But I did. And I'm sorry. I know that now. But that's what I was taught. If you want something... take it. Do anything to keep it."

He swallowed, ashamed.

"I didn't tell people to avoid you. Not directly. But I think..." he hesitated. "I think they picked up on my... energy. My looks. My presence. They just... backed off on their own."

Fourth gave him a look...that iconic "are you serious right now" stare.

Gemini flushed, flustered. "Okay, okay, I didn't mean it like that."

Then came the kickerr.

"...And yeah. I did tell the football club not to let you in."

Fourth raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't want people drooling over my person when my person play," Gemini mumbled, embarrassed.

Fourth blinked, his tone flat. "Since when am I your person?"

Silence.

Then Gemini crumbled under the weight of it.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Slipped out."

He quickly added, "What I meant is... I just didn't want people staring at you like that. Because you look really hot when you play. Like, stupidly hot. And I know you'd get a ton of confessions and...and I kept thinking, what if you said yes? What if someone else got you? What if you weren't single anymore?!"

Gemini's voice cracked slightly as he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Fourth, I swear, I would've killed them."

Then he froze. Realizing wat he just said.

"I...I didn't mean that! Like...not kill-kill. Obviously. That was just... dramatics. Hyperbole. Maybe. I mean, obviously I wouldn't actually...you know what, just...forget I said that!" Gemini was completely flustered now, tugging at his hair. "God, I sound like a psycho."

Fourth wasn't angry. Or scared. Just... quietly amused, maybe. The tiniest curl of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. And it only made Gemini more self-conscious.

"Anyway," he muttered, "that's the truth. I did things. Manipulated things. Because I thought I was protecting you. But it wasn't protection. It was control."

He finally looked up again. Eyes glassy.

"...Did you... do anything to anyone?" Fourth asked slowly. "The students who flirted with me?"

Gemini winced, gave a tiny, sheepish laugh.

"You... you won't like hearing it."

Fourth didn't press. Gemini wondered if it was mercy, or if he just didn't want to be traumatized. Either way, Gemini finally said, "That's everything." He let the words settle. His heart was pounding in his chest like it wanted to break free.

Then Fourth stood slowly, turning his back to Gemini. He didn't speak at first. When he did, his voice was low, a little tired, but calm.

"I need time to think. I hope you can give me space."

Gemini's stomach dropped but he nodded, even though Fourth couldn't see it. Fourth reached the door.

Paused.

Fourth walked to the door. And then...just before stepping out...he turned. And smiled. Just a tiny smile. But real. Gentle. Not mocking or pitying. Just... a sliver of warmth in all the chaos. Then he left. 

But to Gemini? It felt like a goddamn miracle. When the door closed, Gemini stayed frozen in his seat. His chest was a mess of contradictions. 

Fourth smiled at him...him, like a fucking angel or a Disney prince or someone sculpted out of the very concept of forgiveness. That smile was like sunlight. (Okay, yes, maybe he was exaggerating, but so what? He was whipped. Deep fried. Well-seasoned.)

But at the same time... Fourth asked for space. And space meant silence. And silence meant no contact. And to Gemini? That was the cruellest punishment of all.

"This world seriously hates me," he muttered under his breath. "Just kill me already."

Then paused.

"...Okay, not really. That was dramatic. But still."

Then he dropped his head onto the desk and groaned dramatically.

"God, I'm so dramatic."

He sat there. Waiting. Hoping. A little destroyed. A little reborn. And so, so in love.

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After hearing Gemini confess everything that day at school, Fourth felt like the ground beneath him had shifted. He walked home with a hundred thoughts running through his head and not one of them making sense.

He had known. At least, pieces of it. His older brother had warned him before... about Gemini's family, the NT Company, how it was all a pristine mask hiding something darker underneath. Illegal casinos. Brutal rules. Power games. 

But hearing it from Gemini's own lips, hearing how deeply he had been a part of it, how much of his school life had been unknowingly orchestrated by Gemini... that was different. That was real.

And what he hadn't expected...what truly shook him was realizing that Gemini had been revolving around his world for years.

Since he was five? Since that stage and that fall and that worried look?

Gemini hadn't begged for forgiveness. He didn't cry. He didn't grovel or try to make himself the victim. He just said it. All of it. Raw. Unfiltered. Ugly and vulnerable.

Part of Fourth wanted to run.

Everything he'd been through these past few months...the isolation, the strange silence from classmates, the closed doors, the confusion...it all suddenly had a face behind it. A name.

Gemini.

And no one, no one who loves you, should ever make you feel like a prisoner. But his heart... god, his heart was always softer than it should be.

His mind screamed this is wrong. But when he closed his eyes, all he could see was the memory of Gemini standing on that stage, singing in his place when he couldn't even open his mouth. The way Gemini's voice cracked when he said, "I never meant to hurt you." That haunted look in his eyes when he thought Fourth might walk away.

Gemini had been scared.

Scared of losing him.

Fourth didn't know what that meant yet. Didn't know if it excused anything, if it made any of it better. It didn't erase what had been done.

But it did make it harder to hate him. And Fourth had never been good at choosing the easy way out.

Maybe love wasn't always loud. Maybe it wasn't about flowers or fireworks or public confessions. Maybe it was about what happened after the storm. how you tried to fix what you broke. Maybe it was about how much you meant your apology.

He still didn't know if he could trust Gemini again. That trust had been shaken to its core.

But...

He wanted to.

And maybe... just maybe, that meant something.

Chapter Text

The next morning started like any other.

Fourth pedaled his way to school, the cool morning breeze brushing his face as he tried to keep his thoughts neutral. He was still giving Gemini space... or maybe it was the other way around. The confession still echoed in his head, and though he hadn't responded with words yet, something had undeniably shifted.

When he entered the classroom and headed toward his desk, something caught his eye. A small pink carton of strawberry milk sat perfectly in the center of his desk.

Fourth blinked.

He glanced to his right...and there was Gemini, pretending to look entirely absorbed in his textbook. His ears were a bit red, and he was trying a little too hard not to meet Fourth's eyes. Fourth bit back a laugh and turned his head away, covering his face with one hand.

God. This boy. He was trying so hard to be subtle, but it only made him more obvious.

Strawberry milk...Fourth's favorite.

It was a small gesture, but Fourth could feel the meaning behind it. An apology. A quiet "I'm thinking of you." Maybe even a "Please don't hate me." And Fourth couldn't lie to himself...he found it a little endearing.

Then came lunch break.

Fourth headed to the canteen to buy his usual rice and fried chicken, his comfort meal. Satang and Phuwin had already gotten theirs and were chatting at a table near the window. When Fourth reached the counter and pulled out his wallet, the auntie at the stall smiled and said kindly, "No need, someone already paid for you."

Fourth blinked. "Eh? Who?"

The auntie only smiled wider and waved him along. Confused, Fourth turned back...only to see Gemini a short distance away, pointedly not looking in his direction, wearing his classic "What? I didn't do anything" face.

It was so painfully obvious.

This man... puts his emotions right under his sleeves, Fourth thought with amusement. Gemini was trying. Not with flashy moves or forced apologies, but with small, quiet acts of kindness. Buying his favorite drink. Paying for his meal. Things that said, I see you. I care. I want to be better.

Fourth sat down beside Satang and Phuwin, his heart feeling strangely light.

Yes, Gemini had been scary. Possessive. Controlling. His past actions weren't erased. But... he had looked Fourth in the eyes and said he wanted to change. And that mattered.

Still, Fourth hadn't told him he was willing yet. He needed to be sure Gemini meant it...not just for a day or a week, but genuinely. Lasting change took time. Fourth wasn't about to hand over his heart just because someone said they were different.

Satang leaned over suddenly, nudging Fourth in the ribs.

"Hey," he whispered, "Gemini's staring again."

Fourth looked up. Sure enough, Gemini was glancing over...again...only to quickly jerk his eyes away the second Fourth caught him. Fourth shook his head, laughing silently. 

C ould he be any more obvious?

This became a routine. Almost... a ritual.

Every morning, a small gesture. Every lunch, a quiet act. And every day, Gemini watching from a distance like some awkward, smitten boy trying to keep his cool. Fourth didn't acknowledge it out loud but deep inside, he was taking note of everything.

Then, one day, something new happened.

As Fourth was about to enter the classroom in the morning, a boy...nervous, sweating, stepped into his path. He looked vaguely familiar, maybe a junior. He held out something with trembling hands.

"I... I really like you," the boy blurted, eyes on the floor. Then, almost in a panic, he shoved a sleek black pen into Fourth's hands. "So... please accept this pen!"

Before Fourth could say anything, the boy turned and ran.

Gone in seconds.

Fourth stood there, stunned, holding the pen. It was a nice pen. Expensive-looking. The kind of pen that meant he'd really thought this through. His heart skipped at the gesture...not because he felt anything for the boy, but because... someone liked him like that?

He turned to head inside.

And immediately locked eyes with Gemini across the room.

Gemini's expression shifted like a storm...eyes darkening, brows twitching. Possessive. Angry. Jealous. But the moment he saw Fourth looking at him, his face softened instantly, like a switch had been flipped.

Too late.

Fourth walked over and sat beside him. He nudged Gemini lightly with his elbow.

"Don't do rash things, okay?" Fourth murmured, eyes forward, voice quiet. "That boy just confessed. That's all."

Gemini didn't speak. He just nodded. But in that nod, Fourth could feel it...Gemini was trying. Fighting old instincts. Trying to listen. Fourth really, really hoped Gemini wouldn't do anything to that poor boy. Not again. Not like before.

Because this... this fragile thing they were rebuilding? It was only going to survive if Gemini truly meant what he said...about changing. About being better.

And Fourth? He wasn't walking away just yet.

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The next day at school felt... different.

Fourth could feel it in his chest...a steady, quiet rhythm that wasn't quite nervousness, but not peace either. More like... resolve. He had spent days watching Gemini from the corner of his eye, feeling the shift in him. 

The way Gemini no longer tried to control things. The small, sweet gestures. The visible effort to become someone better, not perfect, but honest. Fourth didn't know where this road would lead, but he finally knew one thing...

He didn't want to wonder what if.

So when the last bell rang and the classroom started to empty out, Fourth turned to Gemini...who was packing his bag like usual, earbuds half in, looking tired but still handsome, and grabbed his wrist without a word.

"Wha...Fourth?" Gemini blinked, startled.

"Come with me."

He dragged him down the corridor, ignoring the curious glances from passing students, and led him into an empty classroom. The door shut behind them with a soft click.

Gemini stood still, his body tense like a tightly pulled string. His eyes darted around the room, then landed on Fourth. "What's going on...?"

Fourth took a deep breath.

"I've been thinking," he began slowly, "about everything. About what you did. And what you said."

Gemini went silent, lips parting, a barely-there panic flickering in his eyes. But Fourth kept going.

"I'm not going to pretend it didn't hurt," he said honestly. "Because it did. Sometimes, it still does. I was scared of you, Gemini. I didn't know if I could ever feel safe with you again."

Gemini lowered his head, shoulders trembling, his hands curling into fists. But he didn't interrupt.

"But..." Fourth continued, "you didn't run from what you did. You told me the truth. You didn't hide it. And these past few days... I see you trying. Not with big flashy things but with little ones. Like strawberry milk. Or pretending you didn't buy my lunch."

That earned a small, shaky laugh from Gemini.

Fourth stepped closer. "I think... I'd regret it more if I didn't give you the chance to prove you really changed."

For a moment, silence.

Then, Gemini's breath hitched.

He looked up, eyes wide and disbelieving. His mouth opened, but no words came. He just... stared. Processing.

Then the tears came. Soft at first. Then faster.

A choked laugh tumbled out of him as his knees hit the ground with a dull thud. "You... You're serious? You really...?"

Fourth's heart clenched at the sight. Gemini was crying, like genuinely crying. Not out of guilt. Not out of fear. But pure, raw relief.

Fourth knelt down too, gently reaching out and cupping Gemini's tear-streaked face.

"I'm serious," he whispered. "I'm not saying everything's okay now. But I'm saying I'm willing to try."

Gemini launched forward and wrapped his arms around Fourth, hugging him like his life depended on it. His grip was tight...too tight but Fourth didn't pull away.

"I won't...I swear, I won't do it again," Gemini sobbed, voice breaking. "I'll do anything, Fourth. I'll be better, I..."

"Hey," Fourth interrupted softly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "Just... don't lie to me again. That's all I ask."

"I won't," Gemini said immediately, voice trembling. "Never again."

They sat there for a moment, hugging on the cold classroom floor, wrapped in silence and a fragile kind of warmth.

Then...abruptly...Gemini broke the hug, looking at Fourth with wide, still-watery eyes.

"So... are we officially boyfriends now?"

Fourth blinked.

"What?"

Gemini blinked back. "I mean...you said you're giving me a second chance, so... that makes us boyfriends, right?"

Fourth stared at him. And then he laughed. A full, surprised, belly-deep laugh.

Gemini looked adorably confused, his lower lip pushing out in a dramatic pout. "Why are you laughing?! That's a serious question!"

"Oh my god, Gemini," Fourth managed between laughs, "how the hell did you jump to that conclusion so fast?"

"You just said you'd try! That sounds like boyfriend language to me!"

Fourth shook his head, eyes crinkled in amusement. Gemini's pout only deepened.

Cute. That was all Fourth could think. 

Gemini is so annoyingly cute when he's like this.

"You need to do better than that if you wanna be my boyfriend," Fourth said teasingly, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his knees.

"What...hey...wait...Fourth!"

But Fourth was already walking to the door.

He turned his head just before leaving and flashed Gemini a small smile.

"Try harder."

The door clicked shut, leaving Gemini alone in the classroom, stunned, still kneeling on the floor with the most ridiculous grin on his face.

And for the first time in a long time... his heart felt full.

Chapter Text

The Next Morning

Fourth arrived at school a little earlier than usual, the morning air still cool against his skin. He wasn't really expecting anything...okay, maybe a little something, knowing Gemini but the moment he stepped into the classroom, he stopped in his tracks.

There it was. On his desk. A tiny white gift bag with a pink sticky note that read. 

"Try #1: Operation Boyfriend 💗 -Gemini"

Fourth blinked. Then slowly sat down and peeked inside the bag.

A small box of strawberry Pocky. A folded origami crane made of notebook paper. And a polaroid of a cat sitting in a ramen bowl with the caption, "This is you. Cute but chaotic."

Fourth covered his face with both hands, trying not to burst into laughter. God. He's such a dork.

He glanced sideways.

Gemini, seated at his own desk, had his chin propped up on one hand, pretending to read a textbook, but his eyes were totally sneaking glances at Fourth every 3 seconds. The moment their eyes met, Gemini immediately looked down at his book like it was the most fascinating thing in the universe.

Fourth narrowed his eyes, grinning. "You good there, genius?"

Gemini didn't look up. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh-huh."

"Maybe you're imagining things."

Fourth leaned in just a little. "Maybe you're in love."

Gemini turned bright red. "No comment."

Lunch Break

Today, when Fourth walked into the canteen, something was different.

His usual seat was mysteriously empty, but on the table, there was a small folded napkin. On it, written in blocky, all-caps handwriting:

"RESERVED FOR THE CUTEST BOY IN SCHOOL. IF FOUND, PLEASE RETURN TO GEMINI."

Fourth nearly choked on air.

Satang, sitting across the table, looked up with a deadpan face. "He's getting bolder."

"I'm scared," Phuwin said, but he was trying not to laugh.

Gemini walked by just casually passing with his tray of food, completely avoiding Fourth's eyes, but his ears were so red, it was impossible not to notice.

Fourth sat down in the seat anyway, smiling into his rice.

After Class

As students began filing out, Fourth took his time packing up. Gemini waited by the door, fidgeting, like he wanted to say something but was trying to play it cool.

"Hey," Fourth said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "So. Operation Boyfriend?"

Gemini straightened up like someone had just called him to attention. "Yes. We're on Day Two of the mission. Target appears receptive."

"Oh, I'm the target now?"

"Well, technically, you're the mission goal. But yeah. Target. Subject of affection. Muse. Future boyfriend, if all goes well."

Fourth raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. "You're really something."

Gemini smiled sheepishly. "I'm trying."

Fourth looked at him. The boy who once made him feel like a ghost in his own life... now stumbling through awkward declarations and pink sticky notes. It was almost hard to believe.

"Come on," Fourth said, nudging him with his elbow. "Walk me home?"

Gemini's face lit up like a kid getting picked for dodgeball. "Yes. Absolutely. I've trained for this moment."

"You're so weird," Fourth mumbled, shaking his head.

But his smile never left.

On the Walk Home

They walked side by side, their bags swinging quietly, the sky painted with soft orange and pink.

"Hey," Gemini said suddenly, "what if I made you lunch tomorrow? Like, personally. Handmade. Bento box. Cute little heart-shaped eggs and everything."

Fourth glanced at him. "Can you cook?"

"Nope," Gemini said proudly. "But I can YouTube aggressively."

Fourth burst into laughter. "God help my stomach."

"Too late. You agreed to try. This is part of the boyfriend trial period."

"Trial period, huh?"

Gemini looked at him, eyes soft. "Yeah. I'm gonna make you fall for me again."

Fourth blushed and quickly looked away. "...You're getting there."

Gemini grinned.

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The Next Morning

Fourth arrived at school feeling... strangely nervous. Which was ridiculous. It was just another day. Just another Thursday. Just—

Oh.

There it was again. On his desk.

A bento box. Wrapped neatly in a pink-and-white checkered cloth. A tiny handwritten note on top:

"Mission: Feed the love of my life 💘 (PS: I Googled everything. Please don't die.) – Gemini"

Fourth stood still for a second, biting his lip so he wouldn't smile too hard. His heart, traitor that it was, did a little flip.

He glanced sideways.

Gemini was at his desk, chin on hand, looking way too casual to actually be casual. He wasn't even trying to make eye contact this time...just playing with a pen like his life didn't depend on Fourth opening that box.

So, of course, Fourth sat down quietly. Untied the cloth.

Inside was a complete (very much homemade) bento set:

– heart-shaped tamagoyaki
– slightly overcooked rice shaped like a bear
– star-shaped carrots
– and two mini sausages that... vaguely looked like octopuses if you squinted.

It was adorably tragic and tragically adorable.

Fourth couldn't stop the giggle that slipped out.

Gemini whipped his head around like he'd heard a fire alarm. "What? What?? Is it bad? Did something explode?"

Fourth covered his mouth, trying not to laugh again. "No. No explosions. But you gave the rice a nose. It's... impressive."

"That's supposed to be a bear," Gemini muttered, now absolutely mortified. "I followed a video. A very aggressive Japanese lady said it was easy."

Fourth looked up at him, face softening. "It's cute. Really."

Gemini blinked. "...Seriously?"

Fourth nodded. "Seriously. You tried. That's what matters."

"Yeah but... like, is it edible?"

"I'll let you know after I eat it," Fourth teased, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Mm. Crunchy."

Gemini held his breath.

Then Fourth picked up a bit of egg with his chopsticks and said, voice low and teasing, "Open your mouth."

Gemini blinked. "What?"

"You made it. Taste test."

And before Gemini could even panic, Fourth leaned forward just enough, holding the egg out.

Gemini slowly opened his mouth, cheeks turning a dangerous shade of red as he ate it. "Oh my god," he whispered. "Are we flirting right now?"

Fourth tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe."

Gemini nearly died.

Later, at Lunch Break

The whole class had heard about the Bento Boyfriend Attempt, and now they were all buzzing...Satang and Phuwin pretending to gag at how sweet it was, while secretly loving every second.

"Man's in his cooking era," Satang said. "Next thing you know, he's gonna knit you a sweater."

Gemini, flustered but proud, muttered under his breath, "If he's cold, I would."

Fourth, sipping his strawberry milk, glanced over. "You say that like I wouldn't wear it."

Gemini looked like he was malfunctioning. "You...would???"

"I mean," Fourth said casually, "if it's pink and has little bears on it."

Gemini actually clutched his heart. "You're trying to kill me."

Fourth just smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "You started it, Bento Boyfriend."

Later that Day – Text Exchange

Gemini:
So. Scale of 1 to poisoned, how was lunch?

Fourth:
3 Michelin stars. Or maybe just 1. But your effort gives you bonus points.

Gemini:
!!!

Fourth:
Also. If you ever put a rice bear in my lunch again, I'm calling it "Gemini Jr."

Gemini:
I'm naming our rice child after you. Fourth-son. He will carry our legacy.

Fourth:
You're the weirdest person I've ever liked.

Gemini:
Wait. Did you say LIKE?? Capital L?? 👀

Fourth:
Typing error.
Autocorrect.
Goodnight.

Gemini:
I'm never sleeping again.

Chapter Text

Final exams were fast approaching, and the usual buzz of teenage chaos had been replaced with stressed yawns, highlighters, and endless notes. Even Fourth had traded his humming-in-the-corridor habit for serious study mode.

He'd already told Nani everything...well, almost everything...about Gemini. He didn't want him worrying anymore. Nani had listened quietly, then simply said, "Be careful. People don't change overnight."

Fourth nodded and promised to stay cautious. But he didn't mention the other part. The part where his heart skipped a beat every time Gemini smiled at him. The part where he was slowly falling for him.

Because Nani was still skeptical. And Fourth wasn't ready to explain how someone who once terrified him now made his heart flutter with the smallest gesture. Especially when Gemini had been doing a lot of gestures lately.

It started after that day Fourth told him, "Try harder."

And Gemini, being Gemini, absolutely did.

First came the origami...a neatly folded crane left on his desk.  Then came the bento boxes. Somehow, Gemini learned that Fourth skipped breakfast when studying.  Fourth laughed so hard he nearly cried. And lately, there had been flirting. Light, teasing lines dropped like petals here and there.

"You look cute when you're trying to multiply things in your head."

"Bet I could memorize you faster than the periodic table."

"Did you bring a calculator, or is it just your smile making my heart race?"

It was... honestly kind of ridiculous. And adorable. And very effective.

So when Gemini texted him that afternoon

"Study session at mine? I'll pick you up."

Fourth blushed and typed a quick "Okay."

As soon as he hit send, he regretted it...

Wait, am I blushing? What is this, a romcom? 

But he left his room anyway, fixing his hoodie, heart oddly fluttery. After all, it would be his first time going to Gemini's house, not counting childhood memories that had long since blurred.

Ten minutes later, another message buzzed in.

"Outside :)"

Fourth peeked out the window.

And then froze.

Gemini was standing by the back door of a sleek, black car, shiny enough to reflect the whole street. It had a chauffeur. A real chauffeur. And Gemini, dressed in a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled, extended his hand toward the door with the smoothness of a drama prince offering a dance to his leading lady.

Fourth blinked.

Was this a fever dream? He came out quickly, cheeks tinged pink, and mumbled something like, "Stop being dramatic," but he still took the offered hand. Gemini just grinned like he'd won a prize.

The ride was quiet but comforting...filled with occasional side glances, nervous leg tapping (on Fourth's part), and Gemini's smug little smile.

Then they arrived.

And oh.

The house wasn't just big. It was massive. It looked like a mini-mansion...marble steps, ivy trailing the sides, a sleek fountain bubbling in the garden.

"Your house?" Fourth whispered. Gemini shrugged, totally casual. "Yeah. Kinda old, though."

Fourth wanted to roll his eyes. Of course, the rich boy would say that.

Inside, things were already bustling. Phuwin, Winny, and Pond were seated around a large dining table-turned-study-station, textbooks and snacks spread everywhere. It felt oddly like a scene from a cozy group project movie.

"Welcome, Fot," Phuwin said with a warm smile.

Fourth returned it, a little stiffly.

The bitterness hadn't quite faded yet, he hadn't forgotten that Phuwin had befriended him under Gemini's orders, but something inside him also knew, their friendship, however it started, had grown into something real. He could feel it. So he pushed the bitter feelings down, trying to let now matter more than then.

The study session at Gemini's mansion had been surprisingly smooth. Fourth was focused, surrounded by open textbooks, highlighters, and the occasional sound of Phuwin softly humming while solving a formula. Pond and Winny were locked in a heated debate about who could finish their flashcards faster. It was chaotic, but oddly comforting.

And then there was Gemini, of course.

Leaning a bit too close, brushing his hand "accidentally," whispering answers near Fourth's ear even though he could have just written them down.

"Stop doing that," Fourth muttered, nudging Gemini with his elbow.

"Doing what?" Gemini asked innocently, blinking at him.

"That thing where you flirt in the middle of a math question."

Gemini smirked, clearly unbothered. "I'm multitasking."

Then, he slid a folded piece of paper across the table, all casual.

Fourth eyed it warily. "What now?"

"Just open it," Gemini said, chin in hand like he was way too pleased with himself.

Curious (and a little suspicious), Fourth opened it and found a piece of notebook paper with three chemical elements carefully written out:

Underneath, in neat handwriting: 

"Why are you so Sodium Radium Potassium?"

Na
Ra
K

Fourth stared.

Then blinked.

Then burst out laughing, covering his mouth to muffle the sound.

"You used the periodic table... to call me cute?" he asked, half-choked from laughing.

Gemini beamed. "Chemistry, babe."

Fourth rolled his eyes so hard he could see the past, but he was grinning too much to stop. He didn't even realize his cheeks were bright pink until Pond looked up and whispered to Winny,

"Look, Fourth's blushing again."

Fourth immediately threw a cushion at them.

"Careful," Fourth whispered when Gemini's arm brushed his. "I'm trying to focus."

"You're my favorite subject," Gemini whispered back, utterly shameless.

Fourth threw an eraser at him. (And blushed.)

By the end of the night, they were exhausted. And still... not dating. Not officially.

Gemini drove him back (chauffeur again, of course), and this time, they sat side by side in comfortable silence. No teasing. Just the soft, quiet hum of the night.

When they arrived, Fourth stepped out and waved goodbye. Gemini didn't say anything, just smiled at him like he was the brightest thing he'd seen all day.

Then the car drove off.

Fourth turned back to his front gate, the cool night air brushing against his skin. He fumbled for his keys...

...and stopped.

A chill ran down his spine. He suddenly felt it. A strange, creeping sensation that he wasn't alone. That someone was watching him.

He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to maybe see Gemini's car still nearby.

But no.

The street was empty. The night is still. And yet, his heart beat faster. He scanned the bushes. The trees. The shadow by the neighbour's fence.

Nothing.

"Probably just nerves," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. But even as he turned the key and stepped inside, he couldn't shake the feeling completely.

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The sun had barely risen, but the halls of Niyomsil High were already buzzing with anxious energy. It was exam day, the final showdown...the day that would determine who would claim the top rank of the semester.

Fourth was already seated in his classroom, tapping his pen against the desk, his foot bouncing under the chair. His stomach fluttered with nerves, and his mind was replaying formulas, essay outlines, and vocabulary drills like a broken playlist.

Did I study enough? What if I forget everything halfway? What if...

"Hey."

A familiar voice snapped him out of the spiral.

He looked up and there was Gemini, walking toward him with that usual confidence, eyes soft but bright.

Without a word, Gemini took both of Fourth's hands in his.

His touch was warm and grounding.

"You're going to ace this exam," he said gently. "Trust yourself."

The sincerity in his voice made Fourth's throat tighten a little. But before he could say anything in return, Gemini's expression changed.

"Though," Gemini added with a cocky smirk, "I'm still going to beat you and take that number one spot."

Fourth blinked. Then laughed...a genuine, surprised laugh that bubbled out and instantly melted his stress. Of course. 

Only Gemini could make him laugh right before a major exam.

Fourth squeezed his hands and shook his head. "Thanks... but no. I definitely have a good feeling I'll be on top this time. Get ready to taste defeat."

Gemini raised an eyebrow. "Confident today, aren't we?"

Fourth smirked. "I should be. I studied so hard I was dreaming about textbook pages."

Just as Fourth thought he'd won this little banter match, Gemini stepped in closer, leaned down until his breath was warm against Fourth's ear, and whispered:

"Good luck with that... baby."

Then he winked and strolled off like he hadn't just dropped a nuclear-level flirtation.

Fourth froze.

...What?

His heart did a full somersault.

"Did he just...did he just call me baby??"

His hands flew up and he slapped both cheeks, trying to reset his brain. "Get it together, Fourth. This is not the time to be flustered. Focus on the exam. Focus!"

He shook himself like a soaked puppy, took a deep breath, and marched to his exam room.

Thankfully, the exam itself went smoother than he expected. Everything he studied appeared, his mind was clear, and his pencil practically danced across the page. Even the trick questions felt like puzzles he wanted to solve just to show off.

When it was over, he stepped out feeling lighter, relieved, proud, and more than a little sleepy.

His phone buzzed.

Gemini [2:14 PM]:
Meet me at the music club room.

Fourth blinked. Then texted back.

Fourth [2:15 PM]:
Why couldn't you just tell me face to face? We were literally in the same building.

Gemini [2:15 PM]:
Where's the fun in that? 😏

Fourth rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the smile tugging at his lips. "Unbelievable."

Still, he slipped his phone into his pocket and made his way toward the music club. His footsteps echoed down the now-quiet hallway. Most students had gone home, and the school felt strangely hollow after the earlier chaos.

As he reached the third floor, a chill danced across the back of his neck. He slowed down. That feeling again. The creeping sensation that someone was... watching him.

He paused, glancing over his shoulder. The hallway was empty. Silent. The kind of stillness that pressed against your ears and made your thoughts louder. His eyes scanned the end of the corridor, the space between lockers, the stairwell.

Nothing.

It's nothing, he told himself. 

Probably just the adrenaline wearing off. Or maybe I'm still flustered from Gemini's "baby" comment. Ugh.

He shook his head and forced himself to keep walking. The music club wasn't far now. 

Just focus on Gemini. Focus on that smug idiot and whatever dramatic thing he has planned now.

Still, he couldn't fully shake that uneasy feeling. Like there were eyes just out of sight, hidden by the walls, or waiting just around the next corner. But he put it away. For now. Because right now, Gemini was waiting. And Fourth wanted to know what came next.

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The music club room was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun filtering through the curtains in golden beams that dusted the room in warmth. Fourth stepped in, expecting... well, he didn't really know what to expect.

But definitely not this.

There, sitting on a small bench near the center of the room, was Gemini.

A microphone stood in front of him. A sleek acoustic guitar rested in his lap. His usual confidence was still there, but there was a new softness in his eyes. A kind of nervousness that was strangely endearing.

"Sit," Gemini said gently, nodding toward a chair placed directly in front of him, like a private audience seat made just for Fourth.

There was something different in his voice. No teasing. No games. Just... hope. Fourth hesitated, but something in his chest tugged him forward. He sat. The distance between them was small... barely a meter but the silence carried weight. Something about the stillness in the room made the air feel sacred.

Gemini took a breath. Fingers settled on the guitar strings.

"I wrote this for you," he said. His voice was low. Steady. "It's... a confession, I guess. You don't have to say anything. Just... listen."

And then he began.

His fingers strummed the first gentle chords... soft, acoustic, delicate... like raindrops hitting the surface of a quiet pond. The melody unfolded like a letter being opened slowly, lovingly. Then his voice joined, smooth and melodic, carrying a fragile kind of warmth that went straight to Fourth's chest.

Lueak dai mai hai chan lueak arai dai mai
(Can I choose? Is it possible for me to choose?)

Fourth's breath caught. He wasn't sure what he expected, but not this. Not a song. Not this song.

Hakwa chan lueak mai dai
(If I can't have that luxury)
Ngan ko kho pen tua lueak hai thoe loei laeo kan
(Then let me be your choice)

Gemini's eyes never left him.

Each note was delicate but sure, like every syllable had been written with Fourth in mind... not just his name, but his laughter, his glances, the way he tilted his head when he was curious, the exact way his lips curled when he was caught off guard.

Yak cha kho chai thoe laek boe chan
(Can I trade my heart for your number?)

Fourth felt his heartbeat stumble. There was something raw in Gemini's voice now, as if he had peeled himself open and laid everything bare. There was no mask, no games, no clever lines.

Just him.

Rak thoe laeo chai ko misiang phleng
(Falling for you I became a music lover)
Mai yok yok na rueang ching na
(Not joking, it's the truth)

The corners of Fourth's eyes began to sting, and he blinked quickly, pretending it was nothing.

But it wasn't anything.

It was everything.

Love, love... I need somebody to love
Tae khon nan tong pen thoe
(But that person must be you)
Phawana hai thoe na rak kan
(I pray for us to be true)

The chords swelled, and so did Fourth's chest.

Gemini's voice became steadier... still soft, but braver now, like he had passed the point of hesitation and was leaping headfirst.

Ko khoen thuk khrang ton thi khun yim ma
(Feeling shy every time my crush gives me a smile)
Chai man lala loi yak cha daithi phakphing
(My heart flies high, it needs something to lean on)

Fourth's hands trembled on his lap. He didn't know where to look... at Gemini's fingers brushing over the strings, at his eyes full of meaning, or at the stupid beautiful smile that threatened to destroy him completely.

Cha hai chan mup pai nai pai ha thoe
(Where could I move on to, this unmovable heart is set on you)

Fourth bit the inside of his cheek. It didn't work. He was so gone.

Rak laeo mai mi wan cha kot Undo
(This is the love I'll never hit undo)
Mi khae thoe... only you
(I will have only you)
Lae chan cha rak thoe pai thuk wan
(And every day I will love you)

As the last chord faded into the stillness of the room, Gemini's voice lingered in the air like smoke... warm, haunting, unforgettable. He lowered his guitar gently, not breaking eye contact.

No one spoke.

Fourth stared at him for a long, long second, lips parted, breath shaky. He had never heard something so beautiful. Not just the melody, but the intention. The vulnerability. The truth in it.

"You... wrote that?" he asked finally, voice small.

Gemini gave a short, quiet nod. "For you."

Fourth blinked rapidly, then covered his face with both hands, trying to hold back a sound between a laugh and a sob. His shoulders shook.

"That's not fair," he mumbled from behind his fingers. "You... you can't just do that to people."

Gemini leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper. "You told me to try harder."

"Yeah," Fourth said, uncovering his face. His cheeks were burning. His eyes were glassy. "And now you're winning."

Gemini smiled... wide, relieved, radiant.

"Then let me win you. Slowly. Every day. Until you say yes.

And then Gemini stood up. Still holding the guitar in one hand, he gently set it aside and walked toward Fourth. With a slow, almost reverent movement, he knelt on one knee in front of him.

"W-What are you doing?" Fourth whispered, his heart threatening to explode.

Gemini didn't answer right away. Instead, he took out a small, velvet red box and opened it. Inside was a delicate silver necklace, with a small charm shaped like the letter 'F'-Fourth's initial. Then Gemini looked up at him, his voice steady but thick with feeling.

(a/n: this necklace)

"Will you give me the honor... to be your boyfriend, Fourth Nattawat Jirotchtikul?"

Fourth's breath hitched.

"I promise to always make you smile... to never lie to you. To savor every single moment we have together. To love you and to protect you. You've bewitched me, completely. Every time I watched you from across the room. Every time I caught myself smiling when you were too busy talking to notice."

He smiled softly, then continued, voice trembling now.

"That day I sang for you... I didn't even think. I just knew you needed someone in that moment. And I wanted to be that person."

"I don't think I ever knew how to love someone properly," 

Gemini said, looking down for a moment before meeting Fourth's gaze again. 

"I used to think love was wanting someone so much it hurt... like if you held them tight enough, they wouldn't leave. But that was never love. That was fear."

"Fear of losing you. Fear of not being enough."

He took a shaky breath.

"I don't know if I love you the way they write about in books or sing about in songs. I don't know if I'm doing it right. But when I look at you... I feel something real. Something that makes me want to be better. Not to keep you but to deserve you."

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"And if you let me... I'll spend as long as it takes proving that I mean it."

Then he smiled again...gentle, reverent and said, in a voice so tender it could've melted the stars,

"And to end it right...  This is the love I'll never hit undo, I will have, only You, and every day I will love you "

Fourth was frozen.

He couldn't even describe what he was feeling...warmth, disbelief, wonder, joy, tears threatening to escape at the corners of his eyes. It was like every secret hope he had was suddenly handed to him wrapped in music, words, and a silver necklace.

Gemini stood slowly and, with trembling fingers, unclasped the necklace and placed it gently around Fourth's neck. His thumb brushed against Fourth's skin, and for a moment, everything was silent again. Then Gemini leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Fourth's forehead.

Not rushed. Not teasing. Just... pure. Fourth closed his eyes, his heart overflowing. He couldn't remember a time he had ever felt so loved.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Fourth sat still in the chair.

His fingers slowly reached up to touch the delicate silver necklace Gemini had just placed around his neck, the small "F" charm resting right above his heart. It was simple... but beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes you want to cry for no reason. Because it meant something.

Because he meant something. Because Gemini had just said it... not in those three exact words, but in every word that came before, every note of that song, every breath of that confession.

I love you.

And Fourth... Fourth didn't know what to do with all of it. His heart was full to the brim, but his mind? His mind was spinning.

He was remembering everything. The weeks of silence. The loneliness. The confusion. The stolen glances in class. The tension between them. The heartbreak of realizing he cared. The aching hope that maybe...just maybe...Gemini cared too.

And now, sitting here, with that voice still echoing in his ears, with that necklace around his neck and the warmth of that forehead kiss still on his skin... It was all crashing down at once.

He looked up. Gemini was now standing in front of him, watching him closely...eyes glossy, lips parted, unsure of what Fourth might say next. Fourth stood up slowly, steadying his breath, his voice soft but certain.

"You always looked fearless before," he said, eyes never leaving Gemini's. "The smirks, the confidence... like nothing could shake you."

There was a pause.

"But now... I don't think it's real. Not all of it, at least."

Gemini blinked, startled. Fourth took a slow step closer.

"You're scared. Just like me. Scared of losing me." His voice cracked slightly. "And I'm scared of needing you." 

Silence. Only their breaths. Only the space between them, charged and heavy. Fourth's voice grew gentler.

"Even after everything... I never stopped remembering that moment." He smiled faintly. "That time you sang for me in front of everyone. When I was too frozen to move, too afraid to even try... and you stepped in. The way you looked at me back then..." He looked away for a second, then back. "It was the first time I ever felt safe with someone aside from my family."

Gemini's jaw tensed.

"I know it probably sounds like... not that big of a deal. But it is. To me." Fourth took another breath, his voice trembling. "I'm still learning how to forgive you. I'm not perfect, and we're not perfect... but I don't think love is about always getting everything right." 

He reached up, slowly, and cupped Gemini's face with both hands, thumbs resting gently against his cheekbones. "I think love is about choosing someone. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard."

Gemini's hands instinctively came up, holding Fourth's wrists tightly, grounding himself in his touch like he was afraid to let go. Fourth leaned in, until their foreheads were touching. A breath. A pause. The space between their heartbeats narrowed to nothing.

"So let's start from here," Fourth whispered, eyes closed.

They stayed like that for a moment...forehead to forehead, warmth between them, no longer pretending, no longer hiding. But when Fourth pulled back slightly, he noticed it.

Tears.

Silent, warm tears were spilling down Gemini's cheeks.  "Hey..." Fourth murmured, eyes softening as he gently wiped them away with his thumbs. "I love you, crybaby."

 Gemini's breath hitched with a shaky laugh, still crying, but smiling now. "I love you always," he whispered. "And I'm your crybaby." 

That made Fourth laugh too, light, warm, a little shy. 

Then Gemini sniffled and wiped at his face, trying to regain composure before flashing a grin. "So... let's go on a date this weekend." 

Fourth's eyes widened, completely thrown off. "Wait...huh?" 

Gemini smirked, now fully back in flirt mode. "Our first date," he said with a wink. "I'm taking you out."

Fourth's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away, grinning like a lovestruck idiot. "Okay," he whispered, almost too shy to say it aloud.

Gemini leaned in closer, voice teasing but tender. "Clear your schedule, alright? I'm picking you up at ten. The place is a secret." 

Fourth rolled his eyes but was still smiling, eyes twinkling with joy. "Okay... okay."

They both stood there for a moment, hearts thudding in unison, smiles exchanged like promises. No grand fireworks. Just them. And it was enough.

Chapter Text

After the confession with Fourth, Gemini couldn't stop smiling the entire ride
home. His fingers kept brushing against the empty space where Fourth's warmth had lingered just minutes ago. He could still hear his voice in his
head.

"We start from here."

But when he arrived at the grand, modern villa nestled in the heart of Bangkok's elite neighborhood, that warmth began to fade.

Sky...his father's long-trusted assistant was already waiting at the foot of the marble staircase.

"Your father wants to speak with you," Sky said, his tone polite, but the undercurrent clear: Now. No excuses.

Gemini's smile slipped. He gave a curt nod and turned toward the study. As he walked down the dimly lit hallway, the air grew colder. Quieter. He could already sense the tension bleeding through the door before he even reached the room. His fingers paused on the polished brass doorknob for a second too long.

Click.

He stepped in and shut the door behind him. The study was dark, moody, and exuded power.

His father, Go Gosin Titicharoenrak, sat at his monolithic desk...a figure carved from stone, unmoving, unreadable.

Without a word, Gosin gestured to the sleek black tufted leather sofa across from the desk. Gemini walked over and sat down silently, posture rigid but composed.

Then Gosin rose. Slow, deliberate. He walked around the desk and sat opposite Gemini on the matching leather sofa. A wide, glass table separated them. Still no words.

Then, with a sharp flick of his hand, Gosin pulled a manila envelope from the table drawer and scattered a series of photographs onto the glass surface.

Gemini's breath caught. His eyes darted to them...half a dozen glossy prints.

Him and Fourth.

Some of them are just taken recently. Gemini kissed Fourth's forehead when he done singing. Walking together after school. One of them even showed. Fourth smiling...pure, unguarded Gemini's heart sank. Then it ignited.

His hand clenched the edge of the table as he looked up at his father, voice seething

"You fucking hired someone to stalk me?"

Gosin didn't even flinch.

"This is weakness, Gemini," he said coldly.

"You've made yourself vulnerable."

Gemini's jaw tightened, but Gosin kept talking, like a judge passing sentence

"You shouldn't be in a relationship with someone who can be used against you. Love is a weakness. Do you even understand what that is? What you feel for this boy? That's not love. That's foolishness."

He tapped one of the photos with a ringed finger, his voice dripping with disgust.

"This boy...he should not be part of our world. If he's just a toy... throw it away before you catch feelings. And if..."

SLAM.

Gemini stood so fast the sofa jolted beneath him, his voice sharp and raw

"Fourth is NOT a fucking toy! He's my boyfriend. And I will protect him...even if it costs me my life. I don't care what it takes. I will do anything...anything to keep him safe."

A pause. Gosin leaned back, lips curling into a bitter smile. A mockery of amusement. He stood now too, towering over the table between them.

"See, Gemini?" he said. "This is exactly what I meant. This is weakness." He stood now too, towering over the table between them.

"What if someone kidnaps him to get to us? Do you think I haven't thought of that? Do you think we don't have enemies, Norawit?"

His voice darkened, the carefully placed façade cracking with every word.

"Our family isn't normal. We may wear silk suits and smile at politicians, but underneath that, we own people. We run an illegal gambling empire. Hundreds of men are under our payroll. Thousands owe us. We have blood on our hands. And you..." his voice sharpened, "...you bring a boy like him into this?"

The shadows in the room seemed to lengthen, swallowing the warmth from the air.

"He will destroy you. And he will destroy us." Gosin's final command was ice. "Break up with him. Now."

Silence.

Then Gemini straightened his spine, eyes blazing, voice like steel.

"No."

A beat.

"After everything I've been through to make him trust me...to make him mine you think I'll throw him away now?" His voice cracked with raw fury. "Over my dead body."

And with that, Gemini turned and stormed out, fists clenched, heart pounding like war drums. Behind him, his father's voice roared with rage, yelling something...orders, threats, commands...but Gemini didn't hear it.

He didn't care. He pushed past Sky, sprinted up the grand staircase two steps at a time, and slammed the door to his room behind him.

Boom.

Silence.

He stood there, chest heaving, shaking. He could still see the photos in his head. Could still feel the coldness of his father's words trying to poison everything he'd finally found with Fourth.

But no.

Not again.

Never again.

He walked to his window, looking out at the city lights, hands pressed against the glass, whispering to himself.

"I'll protect you, Fourth. No matter what."

Because for the first time in his life, Gemini didn't want power. He just wanted him. And he would fight the world to keep it.

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The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Gemini sat on the edge of his bed, fingers tangled in his hair, eyes fixed on the floor as if it held the answer to everything crashing down around him.

His heart still raced from the earlier confrontation with his father. The darkness of his room mirrored the weight pressing down on his chest.

Then...knock knock.

A soft voice followed. "Hey... it's me. Can I come in?"

Gemini's head snapped up slightly at the sound. It was Tontawan...his older sister. He blinked, caught off guard. She's back? He hadn't even realized she had returned from the U.S. Tontawan rarely came home.

Her visits were like shooting stars—brief and beautiful, but fleeting. She hated this house just as much as he did.

"...Yeah," he replied quietly.

The door creaked open and Tontawan stepped in, her frame relaxed but her eyes serious. She closed the door gently behind her and walked over, sitting beside Gemini on the bed. He was still hunched over, lost in a storm of thoughts, eyes distant.

She started softly, her voice unusually tender. "Hey, Gem... I heard your argument with father earlier. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I swear."

She hesitated, drawing in a shaky breath before continuing. "And I'm sorry. For not being around much. For barely talking to you. It's just...this house. It never felt like a home to me. It still doesn't. It's suffocating, you know? But I came back. For you. Because I don't want you to think I don't care."

Gemini didn't speak. His silence wasn't cold...it was wounded.

Tontawan glanced at him with sad eyes, then reached for his hand. "I know it's hard for you. I can't imagine being in your place. But you need to know...I'll always be there for you. Always. You just need to call, or text, anything. I'll come."

She paused, then asked gently, "Can you tell me what happened? I mean... the full story?"

Gemini turned his head, finally meeting her gaze. His voice trembled at first, like the surface of a still lake before a storm.

"I... I'm dating someone. His name is Fourth." He swallowed hard. "It took me so long to make him trust me again... to make him mine." His voice broke, a single tear slipping down his cheek. "I love him."

Tontawan's expression softened immediately. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh my heaven," she whispered with a little laugh, trying to keep it light despite the emotion in her voice. "My little brother's in love... I'm overwhelmed."

Gemini sniffled, voice cracking. "Tu...".

Tontawan chuckled gently, still hugging him. "Sorry, I'm just shocked. But listen...Gem. I need you to listen carefully, and don't interrupt me, okay?"

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Her expression shifted—serious now, firm, almost scary. Gemini nodded quietly. He knew when she used that tone, he better listen.

"First," she said, "What's Fourth's full name?"

"Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul," Gemini replied without hesitation.

Tontawan tilted her head, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "...Jirochtikul?"

Gemini was about to ask why she reacted that way, but before he could speak, she raised a hand, eyes flashing a warning: Don't. Interrupt. He sat back and sealed his lips.

"What Father said... is partly true," she said slowly.

Gemini's brows furrowed in confusion, but he didn't dare speak.

Tontawan continued, her voice heavy with a mix of concern and logic. "Fourth is a weakness to you, Gem. Not because love is weak, no. But because our world...our family...is dangerous." Her voice was low, deliberate.

"We handle illegal operations. Gambling, laundering, backdoor trades...things we hide behind shiny smiles and high-end charity events. People don't see it, but we're deep in the underworld. We've made enemies. Lots of them."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with an older sister's fear. "And Fourth... he's the golden ticket. If anyone finds out about him...someone you love that much? They'll take him. For ransom. Or worse, to hurt you. To hurt us. You know what they're capable of. They could kill him, Gem." Her voice cracked.

"You'd lose him. You'd lose yourself."

Gemini's jaw clenched, hands shook slightly. He didn't say a word, but his heart thundered in his chest. She was right. As much as he hated it, she was right.

"Now," Tontawan said, her voice calm but commanding. "You have two choices."

Gemini held his breath.

"One: Break up with him. Cut off all contact. Let him go."

Gemini opened his mouth in protest, but she held up a finger.

"Two: Ask him to live here."

Gemini blinked. "W-what?"

Tontawan smirked, the tiniest glint of mischief returning to her face. "I know you'd never choose option one. So I gave you one you could live with."

His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in disbelief. "I'm obviously going to ask him to move in. There's no way I'm breaking up with him. Not even if you kill me."

Tontawan smiled softly, her fingers brushing his hair back affectionately. "I knew you'd say that. But listen...Fourth's not going to say yes easily. He doesn't know the world he's stepping into. He'll resist. But you have to try, Gem. For both of your safety."

Gemini nodded firmly, determination already building in his chest. Then, as she stood to leave, she turned to him one last time. "I'm just one call away, okay?"

He smiled, and for the first time that day, it reached his eyes.

"I know."

As the door clicked shut behind Tontawan, Gemini sat back on his bed. The storm inside him hadn't disappeared but now he had a plan. And most importantly... he wasn't alone anymore. Love in this house was rare.

But for once, in this suffocating mansion built on secrets and power, Gemini felt it. And he would fight tooth and nail to protect it.

After Tontawan left, Gemini stayed sitting on his bed, the weight in his chest finally starting to lift. For the first time in days, he felt a sliver of hope. A solution. A direction. And more importantly, someone on his side.

He leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his hair, thinking about how to bring up the idea to Fourth. He couldn't just drop the "hey move in with me because our lives are possibly in danger" bomb. No, not yet. It had to come gently, naturally... carefully.

For now, he just wanted to feel close to him again. To feel the comfort of their love.

So he picked up his phone and opened the chat with Fourth. Without even thinking too hard, his fingers typed:

"Sweet dreams, FotFot 💭🛏 Think of me and dream of me tonight, okay? Don't forget our date tomorrow...I'll pick you up at 10AM ( ˘ ³˘)♥"

He stared at the message, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was about to set the phone down when...buzz.

A reply.

Gemini's heart skipped.

"What if I have a nightmare if you enter my dreams (¬'‸'¬) and no, I didn't forget our date, GemGem ヽ('ー｀)ノ"

Gemini's eyes widened instantly. "GemGem?" he whispered aloud, stunned. And then...chaos.

He squealed into his blanket, rolled side to side like a flushed otter, kicking his feet in the air like a boy who just got his first love letter. His face turned ten shades of red.

He clutched his phone to his chest. "He called me GemGem. I'm gonna pass away." With a racing heart and butterflies invading his stomach, he quickly typed back:

"You won't have nightmares, baby (◞‸ ◟) 💧 because I'll be in your dream smuggling you with endless hugs and kisses 😘💋💞 AND PLEASE CALL ME GEM MORE PLEASE I'M BEGGING (≧ヮ≦) 💕"

The reply came just seconds later.

"Definitely nightmares ╭(･ㅂ･)و ̑̑and goodnight too, GemGem (°◡°♡)"

That was it.

Gemini let out a loud, giddy laugh, tossing his phone on the bed beside him. He buried his face in his pillow and let out a happy scream that was totally muffled (thankfully, because if his dad heard that, they'd be back to arguing). He kicked the air again...this time out of pure joy.

"GemGem... he really said it twice," Gemini giggled to himself like a teenage boy in love. Which, well, he was. He rolled onto his back, the smile still plastered across his face as he stared up at the ceiling. The darkness of his room no longer felt heavy...it felt warm, like the soft glow of fairy lights wrapping around his heart.

Reaching out, he placed the phone gently on the nightstand.

"Goodnight, Fourth..." he whispered into the quiet of the room, eyes fluttering shut.

"I love you."

And with that, the world faded out, leaving only sweet dreams, soft giggles, and the warmth of a love worth fighting for.

Chapter Text

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but for Gemini, it felt like the most important day in the world...their first date.

He woke up earlier than usual, his heart thrumming with anticipation. Today, he would make Fourth smile more than ever.

At 6 AM, he sent a message, playful yet soft:

"Morning, baby. It's our day. Get ready, okay? I'm picking you up at 10. Can't wait to see you."

Then he showered, humming under his breath, unable to stop the grin that kept tugging at his lips.

But after the shower, he glanced at his phone.

No reply.

That was fine. Maybe Fourth was still asleep. It was early.

At 8:14 AM, he checked again. Still nothing.

A flicker of unease crawled up his spine. Fourth wasn't the type to ignore messages.

So he called. Once. No answer.

He called again. Twice. Still nothing.

"Pick up, Fourth..." he murmured, trying to steady his voice. By the third call, his heart was hammering, his breaths short.

Something was wrong. He felt it.

Gemini didn't think, he just grabbed his car keys and drove, every red light he passed making his anxiety spike. Every second felt too long.

By the time he reached Fourth's house at 9 AM, his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He practically leapt out of the car, knocking on the door.

No answer.

He tried again. Harder. "Fourth! It's me!"

Still nothing.

A cold wave of dread washed over him. He gripped the doorknob, twisted it and it was unlocked.

His heartbeat plunged.

He stepped inside, cautiously but fast, scanning the living room. Silent. Too silent.

"Fourth?" His voice cracked.

He moved deeper into the house. Nothing felt out of place. No signs of a break-in. No overturned furniture. Just... emptiness.

When he pushed open Fourth's bedroom door, his stomach dropped.

The room looked like Fourth had just been there. His laptop was still on, a soft glow on the desk. Clothes were strewn across the bed, hangers still attached as if he'd been deciding what to wear. The bathroom door was wide open, lights off.

But no phone. No Fourth.

It was like he had vanished.

Gemini's hands shook as he ran them through his hair. His breathing grew ragged. No. No. NO.

"This doesn't make sense," he whispered, scanning every inch of the room. The front door hadn't been locked, Fourth wouldn't just leave like this. And his things were still here. He didn't pack. He didn't plan.

Gemini swallowed hard and forced himself to think. Nani.

He rushed out, heart racing, and drove to the diner where Nani worked. Maybe Fourth had gone there. Maybe he was fine.

But when he arrived, he saw Nani behind the counter, calmly serving customers. He clearly didn't know anything. He'd been at the diner since dawn.

Fourth... hadn't gone to him.

Gemini couldn't bring himself to tell Nani yet. Not until he knew.

He called Pond and Winny, voice trembling.

When they arrived at Fourth's house, Gemini explained everything, how he'd been supposed to pick Fourth up, how the house was unlocked but empty, how there were no signs of struggle, no phone, nothing.

Winny frowned deeply. "The diner opens at 6. That means Nani left early. Fourth must've been taken... after 6 AM."

Pond glanced at Gemini, who stood there like a shadow of himself, eyes empty but burning, hands shaking, his chest rising and falling too fast.

"Gem..." Pond said gently.

But Gemini wasn't listening. He was unraveling.

"WHO TOOK HIM!?" His voice erupted, loud and raw, bouncing off the walls.

He staggered forward, gripping the edge of the table like it was the only thing anchoring him. 

"They took him...someone took him, Phu, and I..." his voice cracked. He couldn't breathe. He was hyperventilating, clutching at his chest.

Phuwin arrived then, running into the room after Pond called him. The moment he saw Gemini, he froze. He had never...never seen his cousin like this.

"I can't lose him," Gemini gasped, tears streaking his pale face. "I can't, he's everything, he's the only thing..."

Phuwin pulled him into a tight embrace. "Gemini, breathe. Just breathe."

But Gemini shook his head violently, voice broken. "I'll burn everything down. I swear..." His fists clenched so tightly his nails cut into his palms. "I'll tear this city apart if I have to. Just bring him back. Please... bring him back..."

That's when Tontawan arrived.

She'd heard the rampage echoing through the house. She stormed in, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. When she saw Gemini...her unshakable little brother...on the verge of collapse, something in her face shifted.

"What happened?" she demanded.

Phuwin's voice cracked as he explained. "Fourth... he's gone. We don't know who took him."

Tontawan froze. Just last night, they had talked about keeping Fourth safe. And now? It was too late.

She turned to Gemini, who was trembling, his usually sharp eyes glassy with terror. She walked over, kneeling down, and cupped his face.

"Gem," she said softly but firmly, "look at me."

He met her gaze, his own desperate.

"Take a deep breath. Fourth needs you now. Don't lose yourself. We need to be smart, not reckless. Remember what I told you last night? I'm here. I will always be here for you. And I promise we will get your boyfriend back."

Her eyes hardened, dark as steel. No one touches my family.

Behind them, Phuwin had silent tears rolling down his face. Seeing his cousin, usually so untouchable, broken for love shattered something inside him. Pond stood beside Winny, fists clenched, jaw tight. They'd seen dark things before but kidnapping an innocent boy?

It made their blood boil.

The room was heavy with silence, fear, and a single, unspoken vow:

They would find Fourth. No matter what it cost.

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The room was thick with silence. The aftermath of Gemini's outburst still hung in the air, like smoke lingering after a fire, sharp, acrid, suffocating.

They were in Gemini's room now.

Phuwin sat slumped on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples. Pond leaned against the wall, arms crossed but eyes uneasy, glancing between Gemini and the others. Winny sat on the floor, quietly watching, his jaw tight.

Tontawan stayed close to Gemini, her hand lightly on his shoulder, grounding him. She could feel the way his body trembled, not in fear, but in the violent restraint of someone holding back a storm.

Then

The door slammed open.

Gosin stepped in. His presence was loud without a single word, but this time his voice did thunder, rough and sharp.

"You. Do you even realise what you've done?!"

Everyone froze. Pond straightened immediately. Phuwin's eyes widened. Winny didn't flinch but watched cautiously.

Gemini didn't move. He stayed seated, his expression unreadable.

Gosin threw a handful of papers on the bed. Photos slid across the sheets. Fourth was tied to a chair, a black hood over his head. A note was attached.

"They sent this to me," Gosin said, his voice like a whip. "Anonymous. They say they have your boy. They'll kill him if we don't give them what they want."

Gemini's fingers tightened on his knee, but he didn't speak.

Gosin's glare burned into him. "I warned you, Gemini. I told you this boy was nothing but trouble for us. Look at what your weakness has brought!"

Before Gemini could reply, Tontawan stood, her voice sharp and trembling.

"Stop it!" she snapped. "This is not his fault. Can't you see he's suffering too? Can't you, for once in your life, act like a normal father?!"

Tontawan's eyes brimmed with frustrated tears. This family... this man... why does he always have to make it worse?

Gosin turned his sharp gaze to her. "Stay out of this, Tawan. This is between me and Gemini."

"No," she shot back, voice low but steady. "You will not put this on him alone."

Gosin's lips curled. "You're soft. Just like your brother."

Before she could argue further, Gemini finally moved.

He stood up slowly, and when his eyes met Gosin's, they were calm. Too calm. Like the sea before it swallows a city whole.

"Let me handle this," Gemini said quietly, but his voice carried a weight that made even Gosin pause. "I'll deal with them. And I'll make sure they know they picked the wrong person to mess with."

Gosin studied him for a beat, then nodded curtly. "You better. They want five hundred million USD by Monday. You have three days."

And then he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him like a final warning.

The silence he left behind felt heavier than before.

Tontawan exhaled shakily. "...The money isn't the problem. That amount is pocket change for our family. But the time... we only have three days."

Gemini nodded slowly. His face was unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes were no longer the desperate ones from earlier. They were cold. Focused. Sharp.

Tontawan recognised that look. It was the same look their father had before crushing an enemy. But this wasn't for power. This was for love.

"I know a guy who can prepare anything you need. Weapons, vehicles, whatever," Tontawan said.

Gemini turned to her, finally speaking with quiet steel. "Call him. Tell him I want everything ready."

She nodded without question and left the room. She'd handle it.

Gemini picked up his phone and dialled another number.

The line clicked. "Yo?"

"Perth." Gemini's voice was low, controlled. "I need you here. Fast. I have something for you to handle."

Perth didn't ask. "I'm on my way."

Gemini hung up.

He dialled again.

"Joong."

"Gem? What's wrong?"

"I need some of your men. Bring them. To my house."

There was a beat of silence on the other end. "...Understood."

Gemini hung up again, his gaze distant.

"This wasn't random," he said suddenly, his tone cold and analytical. "They waited until Fourth was alone. They knew exactly when Nani left. They knew my schedule. They knew when I'd come."

Winny's brows furrowed. "Which means..."

"They're watching us," Gemini finished, his voice tight. His fists clenched at his sides.

Pond exhaled sharply. "Should we check Fourth's place? Maybe there's something they left behind. A clue. Anything."

Phuwin nodded. "It's worth a shot. There might still be traces."

Gemini didn't speak, but the look on his face made everyone fall silent.

Because this wasn't just a rescue anymore.

This was war.

Chapter Text

The sun was beginning to sink low when they reached Fourth's house. The time was around 3 PM, yet the place felt unsettlingly silent...too still, too empty. Nani was still at work, unaware of the chaos unfolding in the background.

Phuwin, Pond, Winny, and Gemini slipped inside, spreading out quietly, each scanning every inch of the house for the faintest clue. It was strange...nothing was out of place. No signs of a break-in. No overturned furniture. It was like Fourth had vanished into thin air.

Then

A faint metallic glint.

Gemini froze. His sharp eyes caught it at the edge of Fourth's desk. He stepped closer, brows furrowed. It was a simple pen, sitting innocently as if forgotten. But something about it didn't feel right.

He picked it up. Turned it in his fingers. His thumb brushed against the smooth surface until he felt the faintest seam that shouldn't be there. There was a subtle mechanical shift...too precise to belong to an ordinary pen.

"Hey..." Gemini's voice was low, dangerously calm. "I think I found something."

Winny came over first, his hacker's instincts immediately kicking in. He took the pen, examining it with sharp eyes. Then he stilled.

"This isn't a pen," Winny said, his tone hard.

Phuwin and Pond looked over, their expressions stiffening when they saw the tiny lens glinting at the top. Winny turned it slightly and revealed an almost invisible micro-mic nestled under the casing.

Phuwin's stomach dropped. "It's a spy cam..." he whispered.

Pond's voice was quiet, but there was an edge of rage in it. "They've been listening. Watching. Waiting. Monitoring everything he said, everything he did..."

The realisation hit like a punch. Whoever took Fourth had been planning this. They didn't just snatch him randomly, they'd been inside his world. Listening. Waiting for the perfect moment.

Gemini's fingers tightened around the pen, his knuckles turning white. He stared at it, something about it gnawing at the back of his mind. Where had he seen it before? Then it clicked.

The boy who confessed.

The random student who had run up to Fourth at school, shoved this very pen into his hand, and fled without even looking at him. It hadn't been shyness...it had been a delivery.

"Son of a..." Gemini's jaw clenched. "It was that boy."

Phuwin, Pond, and Winny exchanged grim looks. So the confession had been a setup.

They left Fourth's house carefully, making sure to erase any trace of their search. Back at Gemini's place, the air was tense, heavy with unspoken rage.

Gemini sat down, his voice low but sharp. "Winny. Hack the school's database. I want everything on that boy. His name. His background. His connections. Everything."

Winny's fingers flew across his laptop. Within minutes, he frowned. "This student's file is... wrong. It's too clean. Too perfect. Like it's been fabricated. He doesn't exist in any official registry beyond the school."

Pond leaned closer. "So he's just... a cover?"

Winny smirked humorlessly. "Exactly. But wait..." He pulled up the school's CCTV footage. "Let's see who he's been meeting with."

Hours of footage flashed by until Winny paused and zoomed in. The boy wasn't alone. He had a group. A quiet, tight-knit one. And they weren't from the school. They had the look of people who didn't belong but knew how to blend in.

Winny cross-referenced the faces with his black-market database. "They're connected," he said grimly. "Not students. Mercenaries. Operatives. And from the looks of it... They're holed up somewhere in Bangkok."

Gemini's eyes darkened to something lethal.

"For now," Winny said, "we spy first. We confirm their base. Then we move."

Gemini stood, his voice cold. "Good. Because once we find them... there's no going back."

The room fell silent. The hunt had just begun.

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Night fell heavy over the city.

Nani arrived at Gemini's house around 8 PM, his face pale and rigid with restrained fury. He hadn't even sat down before his voice cracked like a whip.

"Where is my brother, Gemini?!"

Gemini didn't flinch. Sky and Tontawan were already beside Nani, trying to calm him. Sky, ever composed, placed a firm but gentle hand on Nani's shoulder, while Tontawan spoke softly, "P'Nani, listen. We're already working on it. Losing control won't help Fourth."

Nani's eyes darted to Gemini, and in them was raw fear...anger, yes, but fear even more. "If anything happens to him..."

"It won't," Gemini said quietly, his voice calm but carrying the weight of a vow. "I'm bringing him back. Alive."

Nani clenched his jaw. He wanted to say more, to demand more—but the steady fire in Gemini's gaze made him stop. It wasn't just a promise. It was an oath sealed in blood.

The next day.

Joong and Perth arrived at Gemini's house early morning. They didn't waste time with greetings. Gemini led them to an abandoned apartment...his emergency base.

The place was dimly lit, its cracked walls covered in maps of Bangkok, pinned photographs, and a whiteboard scribbled with possible movement routes. Several monitors flickered with hacked CCTV feeds of key areas. The air smelled faintly of dust and tension.

They were all there now.

Perth, just 18, a genius in tracing and detecting locations through digital and physical clues.

Joong, 19, quiet but calculating, the one who provided spies and gathered underground intel.

Pond, strong and fast, the fighter who could take down anyone in close combat.

Winny, the hacker, already cross-referencing CCTV and data trails.

Phuwin, level-headed but sharp, who could keep the group grounded.

And Gemini himself, the center of it all, the one with the most to lose.

Joong was the first to speak, sliding a small envelope across the table. "Visuals of the hideouts in Bangkok used by the group you mentioned. My contact saw movement in one last night."

Inside the envelope were grainy photos of a rundown building in the outskirts. Dim figures moved in the shadows...armed, watchful.

Gemini nodded once. "Good. Thank you for coming."

He briefed everyone on Fourth's kidnapping, on the spy pen, on the false student who had infiltrated the school. He explained why they couldn't involve the police or his father's men.

"I trust only you," Gemini said simply. "No one else."

They assigned roles. Perth would track the signals from the spy cam and narrow the coordinates. Winny would hack into nearby CCTV for any live movement. Joong's contact would send a silent spy team to confirm numbers. Pond would lead the strike if it came to force.

The plan was forming but before they could finalize it, a sudden knock on the apartment door froze them.

Winny's fingers paused mid-typing. "We weren't expecting anyone else," he muttered.

Pond's hand went to his taser. Phuwin stiffened, already calculating escape routes.

Gemini, however, lifted a hand, calm, controlled. "Wait."

He knew that knock.

The door creaked open.

A tall figure stepped in. Sharp eyes. Calm presence. Dew Jirawat. Twenty-four. A quiet storm wrapped in a man's frame.

"Your sister sent me," Dew said simply, voice deep and even. "Said her little brother needed help, and might cause trouble."

Phuwin's mouth twitched slightly. "...She's not wrong."

Dew didn't smile. Instead, he stepped forward, placing a black case on the table. With a flick, it opened.

Inside were compact stun weapons, custom smoke bombs, EMP jammers, silent grappling tools...all sleek, precise, non-lethal but designed to incapacitate instantly.

"I don't do messy," Dew said, his voice like steel. "These are clean. Fast. Silent."

Joong let out a low whistle. "You built all this?"

"Last week," Dew replied flatly. "There's more in my van."

Phuwin, still processing, asked, "Why did Tawan send you now?"

Dew's sharp eyes flicked briefly to Gemini. "...Because she knows her little brother's about to burn down half of Bangkok for someone he loves."

The room went quiet.

Dew didn't ask who Fourth was. He didn't need to. He saw it plain in Gemini's face. That dangerous mix of love and fury that meant he'd do anything.

Gemini nodded once, his voice low. "Tell her... thank you."

Dew smirked faintly. "Thank me after we bring him back."

And just like that, they were no longer just a group of desperate kids.

They were a unit. A strategist. A tracer. A hacker. A spy. A fighter. A weapons expert.

Together, they would be unstoppable.

Chapter Text

The room was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on everyone's chest. Gemini stood at the center, tall and unyielding, in a sharp black turtleneck and leather gloves. The dim light overhead caught the cold glint in his eyes. 

He wasn't the same boy who'd been panicking hours ago; every trace of desperation was gone, replaced with pure, controlled wrath.

That version of Gemini who had begged, cried, and screamed for Fourth was locked away. What stood here now was the son of Gosin, the heir to a world built on shadows, trained to command, to strategise, to destroy.

"Listen carefully," Gemini's voice was calm. Too calm. The type of calm that made your stomach twist because it promised violence. He tapped the whiteboard, where a timeline and three red pins marked potential locations.

"Fourth was taken from his home at approximately six a.m. Saturday. It was clean. No forced entry. No alarms. That means it was planned, watched and executed quietly."

He slowly scanned the room, his gaze cutting through each of them.

"They knew P'Nani wouldn't be home. They knew he didn't lock the back gate. They knew exactly how long it would take me to notice."

A tense pause.

Perth, sitting with his laptop, raised his eyes. "That means..." he hesitated, voice tight, "they've been watching him longer than we thought."

Gemini nodded once, sharp. "Exactly. Longer than we thought." His gloved hand rested on the table, fingers curling. "The pen camera confirmed it. They were listening. Waiting. And now..." 

His eyes darkened to pure black, "...now they're going to regret existing."

Everyone was silent, frozen by the weight of his words.

Joong stepped forward, slidin three photographs onto the table. "My contact saw movement in her...industrial district, south Bangkok. Looks like a holding point. But they could shift locations if they sense anything off."

Gemini stared at the map like it was prey. "Then we won't give them time to shift." He lifted a laser pointer and aimed it at one of the red pins. "This one. This is the likeliest. Too many blind spots for outsiders, but enough internal space to keep someone hidden."

Pond, leaning against the wall, finally spoke. "Wha's the plan?"

Gemini didn't look at him. Instead, his voice cut through the room like steel.

"Winny," he called, eyes still on the map.

Winny straightened.

"You'll hack into the street cams around this sector. I want real-time visuals. Heat signatures. Internal schematics of the building...every vent, every hallway, every exit. Find me the security blind spots and the timing of their shifts. If there's even one second we can use, you find it."

Winny nodded firmly.

"Joong," Gemini continued, turning his gaze toward him. "Reach out to your people. Get me movement reports. If there's even a shadow in or out of that building, I want to know who it belongs to. No detail is too small."

Joong gave a curt nod.

Gemini's focus shifted to Pond.

"You're the extraction lead. You enter with me and P'Dew. Your job is to neutralise anyone who gets in our way. Non-lethal... unless necessary."

Pond gave a sharp smirk. "Necessary might happen."

Gemini's eyes flicked toward him, cold and unreadable. "If it does, I'll be the first one pulling the trigger."

The room fell silent again. Not a soul moved.

Then he turned to Dew, who stood calmly with his arms crossed. "You and I will go in from the west loading dock. You'll handle traps and suppress their exits. I want three escape routes rigged in case we need to split. Smoke, EMP, whatever it takes to keep them blind for ten seconds. That's all I need."

Dew nodded without hesitation.

Then Gemini reached into his jacket. He pulled out a single photograph, a candid shot of Fourth laughing in the sunlight. He placed it on the table, face down. His fingers lingered on it for a fraction of a second before he spoke.

"This," Gemini said, voice low, controlled, almost a whisper but deadly enough to chill the room. "This is what they took from me." He looked up, eyes sharp and burning. "No one touches what's mine. I don't care if they're hired thugs, mercenaries, or someone's pawn. I want them to feel what it's like to be hunted. I want them to know fear."

Silence. The air felt electric, tense, almost suffocating.

Winny swallowed. Phuwin looked away, the edge of dread creeping up his spine. Pond clenched his fists. Joong's usual calm was shaken for a moment.

But Gemini... Gemini stood tall, eyes unwavering.

He straightened his back, voice steady as steel.

"Now. Tell me what else you need. Gear. Transport. Drones. Inside help. Whatever it is, you have one night to get it ready." He glanced at the map one last time. "We move tomorrow. One chance. No mistakes."

A long silence followed. Not because they were scared.

But because they all understood, Gemini wasn't just planning a rescue.

He was planning reckoning.

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The clock ticked past noon. The air in the room felt heavier with each passing second.

It had been twenty hours since Fourth was taken. Twenty long, excruciating hours where Gemini's mind kept spiraling into the darkest places. What were they doing to him? Was he hurt? Scared? Hungry? Or worse...

No. Gemini shook his head. He couldn't waste another second.

On the far side of the room, Perth was hunched over his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard, his sharp eyes scanning multiple feeds at once. His screen was split into grids of city cameras, traffic monitors, satellite overlays, and heat signature maps. Winny leaned beside him, helping sort through the data stream in silence.

Then

"Found something," Perth said, voice low but urgent.

Every single head snapped toward him.

Gemini moved quickly, his shadow stretching across the monitors. "Explain."

Perth replayed the footage in slow motion. A black van appeared on the screen, captured for only two seconds in the corner of a traffic light camera before the feed glitched. "Look at this," Perth muttered, zooming in.

Winny leaned closer. "That's... not natural."

Perth nodded grimly. "Someone jammed the feed. They didn't just hack it, they manipulated the CCTV stream itself. Whoever did this knows what they're doing. This isn't some street-level amateur. This is someone professional. The only reason I caught it is because I'm scanning the raw data loop. See this..." he pointed at the faint frame skip, a fraction of a second delay where a blur overlapped. "...they forced the system to replace real-time footage with a pre-recorded clean loop. To the city, the cameras never saw the van at all."

Phuwin blinked, baffled. "Meaning..."

Perth's voice darkened. "Meaning they've been covering their tracks the whole time. Only someone at my level or Winny's could have spotted it."

On the screen, the black van reappeared for just long enough to reveal a partial plate number before disappearing into an off-grid sector. Perth zoomed out, overlaying a map.

"This van," he continued, tracing its last known trajectory, "headed toward the abandoned textile factory. Shut down two years ago. No operational cameras. No public access. If you wanted to hide someone and stay invisible... that's the place."

The room fell silent.

Gemini's eyes sharpened like a blade. "Mark it."

Perth's fingers flew again, tagging the location and sending the encrypted coordinates to Winny and Joong simultaneously.

Joong, who had been leaning back calmly in the corner, finally spoke. "So." He glanced at Gemini. "You want stealth... or chaos?"

For a moment, Gemini didn't answer. His gloved fingers rested against the edge of the table.

Then slowly, a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Both."

That one word made the air in the room shift.

From the corner, Dew finally looked up from the compact EMP device he was polishing. He had been silently working, quiet and calculating. But now, there was a faint, almost amused smile on his face.

"If you want chaos," Dew said, his voice calm and measured, "I'll prep your toys. Smoke bombs. Signal disruptors. Shock mines. Silent dart charges. And maybe..." he tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming, "a little surprise no one's seen yet. Not even Tawan."

Gemini turned to him, unflinching. "Use it."

Dew's lips curved into a slow grin. "Thought you'd never ask."

Gemini turned back to the others, his eyes burning with cold fury.

"Tonight," he said, voice low but commanding, "no one sleeps. No one breaks focus. I want armor, comms, fallback protocols. Winny..." he glanced at the hacker, "...you're our eyes in the dark. Perth, you're our path. P'Dew..." he nodded toward the weapons expert, "...make sure if they touch us..." Gemini's voice sharpened like a knife, "...they bleed for it."

Pond clenched his fists, ready. Joong leaned forward, expression unreadable but clearly set. Phuwin, though still worried, was resolved. Winny and Perth exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgement of the risk.

The war room roared to life again. Plans scribbled across the whiteboard, digital maps lighting up with their infiltration route, weapons being unpacked and calibrated. They moved like a unit, fast, focused, lethal.

Because tonight?

Tonight, Gemini was bringing hell.

Chapter Text

The clock read 6 PM. Three hours until they moved. Three hours until they tore apart the factory that dared to cage Fourth.

The room was heavy with silence. Not fear... no, this was sharper. Purpose.

Gemini stood at the head of the table, his sharp black attire almost absorbing the dim light. His expression was unreadable, carved from something colder than stone. It wasn't the frantic, desperate boy from earlier. This was someone else...calm, calculating, deadly.

Perth and Joong exchanged quick glances, silently communicating their unease. Pond leaned back slightly, arms crossed, but his mind was clear: 

Whoever took Fourth... they're not making it out alive.

Around the table sat Joong, Pond, Perth, Winny, Phuwin, all waiting like soldiers for their commander's word. Near the corner, Dew was cross-legged on the floor, hands working with precise rhythm as he assembled a compact smoke detonator. Every soft click of his tools echoed like a countdown.

Finally, Gemini spoke.

"The textile factory where Fourth's being held has three floors. Most windows are boarded shut. Security feeds are blacked out. There's only one way in."

He paused, eyes scanning the faces of his team.

"But we're not going through the front door."

Gemini turned, his gaze locking on Pond and Joong.

"You two...duct entry. Quiet. You'll be extraction. Go to the lowest level and find Fourth. Get him out. No matter what happens..."

For a fleeting moment, Gemini's voice softened. Just barely.

"Don't let him out of your sight."

Pond nodded silently. Joong's jaw tightened.

Gemini then shifted his gaze to Winny and Perth.

"Support team. Winny, keep us updated with every single movement...patrol changes, any noise, any blip. Perth, you monitor comms and shut the power the second we're inside. No lights, no alarms. We make them blind."

Both of them nodded, focused.

Then Phuwin spoke up. His tone was firm.

"What about me? I'm going in too. I want to save Fourth. He's my friend."

Gemini turned to him, eyes unreadable.

"You stay with me."

Phuwin blinked.

"You're going in?"

Gemini's response was calm. Too calm.

"I'm the distraction. While the others do their job."

Phuwin frowned, shaking his head.

"That's not smart"

Gemini cut him off, voice colder than steel.

"it's personal"

No one dared argue after that.

Gemini lowered his gaze to the single photograph on the table...Fourth's face staring back at him.

"I need him to see me first. I need him to know I never stopped looking. They took something from me. But I swear to every star in the sky..."

His jaw clenched, voice dropping to a whisper laced with fire.

"I'll burn that entire building down if I have to."

The air in the room stilled.

Then Dew stood, slow and deliberate. He slid a black case across the table. It opened with a soft click. Inside lay compact weapons, smoke charges, a custom silencer, and Gemini's personal knife, the blade Dew had reforged just for him.

Dew's voice was calm, but there was weight behind it.

"Distraction's going to need toys. These are yours."

Gemini picked up the knife, the steel glinting under the dim light.

Dew looked around at the others, his tone serious.

"I've wired six pressure-triggered flash rounds around the outer ring. We get one shot, use it smart. Joong, Pond, you trip the secondary line if extraction goes bad. But once that knife leaves Gemini's sheath..."

He glanced at Gemini.

"...They won't know what hit them."

Gemini stepped forward, gaze sweeping across his team...his friends, his family, the ones willing to follow him into fire.

"We move at nine. No mistakes. No second chances."

He slipped the knife into its sheath.

"This ends tonight."

One by one, they stood. The war for Fourth had begun.

Chapter Text

Fourth's 3RD POV

The day was supposed to be perfect.

It was Saturday. Their first date. Gemini promised he would pick him up at 10 AM sharp.

Fourth woke before the sun even rose...5:45 AM, his heart fluttering like it never had before. He stood in front of his mirror, pulling out half his closet. Shirts were scattered across his bed, still with hangers attached. Nothing felt good enough. 

Too casual... too formal... oh god, what if he thinks I'm trying too hard?

He even opened his laptop and typed, "what to wear on a first date" into the search bar.

The faint sound of his brother's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Fourth! I'm leaving. Can you take out the trash later?"

Fourth padded down the stairs, nodding.

"Okay, I got it."

Nani grabbed his keys and was out the door in seconds. The house fell silent again.

Fourth made himself a light breakfast to calm his nerves. He glanced at the clock. 

Still early... plenty of time.

He picked up the bag of trash and stepped outside. The air was cool, the street unusually quiet. He walked toward the dumpster behind the house, thinking of how Gemini would look when he arrived.

And then...it happened.

A hand clamped over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. Another hand covered his mouth with a rough cloth.

A sharp, chemical smell. Sweet but sickening.

Fourth thrashed violently, muffled screams clawing their way out of his throat. His nails scratched at the stranger's arm. His lungs burned.

Then... everything grew fuzzy. His knees buckled. The strength bled out of his body.

The world went black.

Then, he woke to buzzing.

A single light bulb hummed faintly above, flickering in a room that smelled of damp concrete.

It was cold.

His wrists burned. They were tied with something coarse...rope? No, rougher. His ankles too. He tried to move, but the restraints bit into his skin.

He was slumped against a wall. His breath came in shaky pulls, fogging the chill air.

The room was... empty. Bare. Silent.

And then he saw it.

In the corner, high up, a tiny red dot.

A camera. Watching him.

Fourth's stomach twisted violently.

I've been... taken. I've been abducted.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, loud enough that he swore they could hear it through the walls. His throat felt tight.

Why? Why him?

Fear clawed up his spine.

No one knows I'm gone. P'Nani's at work... he thinks I'm safe at home. Gemini...

His mind flashed to Gemini. To his smile. To the way he called him baby just yesterday.

Would he notice? Would he come?

Or would he just... disappear here, in this cold, windowless box?

No tears fell but his whole body shook. His lips trembled as his thoughts spiraled.

What if no one finds me?

What if this is it?

Would they hurt him? Would they kill him?

He bit his lip hard to stop the sob clawing its way up.

No. He couldn't break. Not yet.

But the fear was there. Wrapping its icy fingers around his chest. Slowly, painfully squeezing.

Gemini...

Please... find me.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Hours? Days?

The single light bulb still buzzed overhead, its faint glow mocking him. His stomach twisted with hunger, but he couldn't eat the scraps they left. His mouth was dry, lips cracked. Every sound in the silence became louder.

They came in once in a while. Silent, faceless. They slid a food tray inside and left without a word.

This time, though... they made a mistake.

When they changed the tray, they left something behind.

A knife. Small. Dull. Probably for peeling fruit. But still, a knife.

Fourth's heart pounded violently. His fingers trembled as he gripped it. He forced himself to breathe...quiet, slow.

He crept to the far corner, crouching into the camera's blind spot. His wrists burned with each sawing motion. The rope was thick and rough. It chewed into his skin, but he didn't stop.

Come on... come on...

Finally...snap.

It fell loose.

His wrists were raw, bleeding slightly. But free.

Fourth didn't wait. His legs were weak...too weak but he forced himself upright, staggering toward the door. It was locked. Old. Rusted. He pressed his shoulder into it, testing. It groaned slightly.

I can break it. I can...

Footsteps.

Shadows shifting under the door.

No. No. NO.

Fourth gripped the knife tighter, pressing himself flat against the wall. His breath came fast, sharp.

The door creaked open.

A man stepped in. Young. Early 20s. Sharp eyes, cold smile.

Before the stranger could react, Fourth lunged, knife raised...

But he was too slow.

The man caught his wrist mid-swing. Twisted.

A sickening CRACK tore through his shoulder.

The knife slipped from his fingers, clattering to the concrete.

Then the blows came.

A fist slammed into his ribs. Once. Twice. Again.

A sharp kick drove into his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs.

Fourth gasped soundlessly, crumpling, but another strike cracked across his jaw. The world blurred.

He couldn't breathe. His chest screamed. Each punch was heavier than the last, deliberate and brutal.

Finally, the man grabbed a fistful of Fourth's hair, yanking his head up. His voice was a low snarl.

"You're smart. But not smart enough."

Fourth wheezed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The man dragged him across the floor like he weighed nothing. Fourth's back scraped against the concrete, his body too weak to fight.

This time, they didn't use rope.

Chains.

Cold, heavy steel bit into his wrists and ankles. They rattled as the man secured them, locking them tight.

Fourth slumped. His vision swam. His entire body shook uncontrollably.

The man crouched, looking at him closely. Then... he smirked.

"You're feisty," he murmured. "But damn... up close? You're really pretty for a boy. Even after I've beaten you like this."

Fourth froze. His stomach turned to ice.

The man's hand traced down his cheek. Fourth flinched weakly, but he couldn't stop him.

A thumb wiped the blood off his face.

"Sorry for ruining that beautiful face..." he said mockingly.

His hand began to wander lower, fingers lingering, a darkness in his gaze that made bile rise in Fourth's throat.

No. No, no, no

Then

A faint buzz.

The man stiffened. A tiny earpiece in his ear gave off a short signal. A warning.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Tch. You're lucky someone's watching," he muttered.

He stood, stepping back. His eyes burned into Fourth one last time before he slammed the door shut.

The silence came crashing back.

Fourth sagged against the chains, trembling. Pain radiated through every inch of him. His chest ached with every breath.

This is it.

This is how I die.

His eyelids grew heavy. His voice cracked into the empty room.

"...Gemini..."

A whisper. Barely there.

"I'm... sorry..."

And then, darkness swallowed him whole.