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“A vampire.”
“Yes.”
Phuwin stares at him blankly, like he’s rethinking all the life choices he’s ever made that lead him to be right here, sitting in Gemini’s small, cozy bed in the middle of his room.
“A vampire,” he says again, slowly. “You think your neighbor is a vampire.”
“I do not think so,” Gemini emphasizes. “He is a vampire, my friend.”
“A vampire,” Phuwin shoots him a look, scanning Gemini’s face like he just grew an extra head. “Like— what, Dracula and stuff?”
“Yup.”
Phuwin opens his mouth; closes it— opens it.
“Well,” he drawls, leaning back on his hands, eyebrows raised, “I didn’t know you were a Twilight fan. Good job hiding it from me.”
“Ha-ha,” Gemini pokes out his tongue, which in itself isn’t very mature, but. It makes Phuwin’s mouth curl up in a half-smile, amused. “Make fun of me all you want, but I have solid proof.”
“Do tell,” Phuwin says, tilting his head like he’s curious, but the twinkle in his eyes says otherwise. He’s passed the incredulous phase and currently very entertained. “Like what, exactly?”
Doesn’t matter. Phuwin can be skeptic all he wants; Gemini is gonna prove it to him.
“First and foremost, he’s ridiculously handsome,” he says, raising up his index finger.
Phuwin snorts.
“What does that have to do with anything?” he quirks an eyebrow. “There’re lots of handsome guys out there.”
“No, you don’t get it. I know there’s a bunch of attractive people, but he’s not just handsome,” Gemini shakes his head. “He’s ridiculously so. Impossibly. He’s unreal.”
Gemini would know. He’s seen the guy a lot of times before; after all, their dorms are next to each other.
Here’s the thing; people are pretty. Gemini knows. There’s always something attractive about people in his eyes, especially when they’re nice. This guy, though? He’s beautiful; in a breathtaking, mesmerizing way— messy black hair; cute, button-like nose; thick eyebrows; ridiculously long, curvy eyelashes; a sprinkle of moles; dainty, pretty lips; rosy cheeks; beautiful, devastatingly charming doe-eyes.
Not only his face, but everything about him was attractive, and impressively magnetic— the aura around him, the way he carried himself, the way he pulled up the sleeves of his uniform-shirt to his elbows, his many piercings decorating the shell of his ear; his delicate, slender hands, the well-defined, strong-looking arms, the wide shoulders, the slope of his collarbones; the curve of his back; the column of his long neck—
He was unreal. Absolutely bewitching. Gemini didn’t want to sound exaggerated, but objectively speaking, his face was a goddamn work of art. Someone up there spent lots of time and care into making him.
“Okay,” Phuwin concedes after Gemini gets quiet; the smile he shoots Gemini is very suspicious. “What else?”
“He has a nice smile, too,” Gemini says— oh, his smile. It was something else. Flashing white, gentle, really cute. “He’s smiled at me a couple of times when we greet each other in the elevator, or when we bump into each other in the hallway, and I’m telling you, it’s really fucking cute. All bright and wide and stupidly adorable. And, kid you not, he has pointy fangs. I’ve seen them.”
Phuwin’s left eyebrow meets his hairline. “Pointy fangs.”
“Yuuup,” Gemini points at his own teeth. “Really sharp, I swear. I’ve seen his smile many times.”
“Sounds like you’re fixated on it,” Phuwin chuckles, somewhat cheeky.
Gemini pouts. “He’s really smiley.”
“Mhm,” Phuwin hums, nodding like he thinks Gemini has other reasons beyond thinking he’s a vampire to be staring at another guy’s really cute smile. Which he doesn’t, thank you very much. He’s being falsely incriminated. “Many people have sharp teeth, Gem.”
“Nooo,” he juts out his bottom lip. “Not like that! And I’ve only seen him at night, or in the evening, or pretty early in the morning in the rare chance I’m awake. Which means— oh yes, he’s never out in the sun!”
He gestures wildly with his finger at Phuwin’s face.
“Huh? Coincidence? I don’t think so!”
Phuwin facepalms himself.
“Maybe he takes night classes? He’s an early bird? He works out in his room on the day?” he offers. “How would you know? Many people prefer night classes.”
“You’re not getting the point here.”
“Don’t I?”
Gemini frowns. “No!”
Phuwin opens his mouth to counter with something, but Gemini interrupts him, a memory resurfacing in his mind—
“Oh, here’s another one,” he says. “One day, he ordered pizza—”
“Okay. Like many modern vampires,” Phuwin deadpans.
Gemini pays his sarcasm no mind, “—but the delivery guy got the apartment number wrong, and he knocked at my door instead and was all like ‘a large one for Nattawat? Pepperoni, chili, extra veggies, no garlic.’”
He pauses, expectant, but when he gets no response more than a blink, Gemini gestures wildly at his friend.
“You hear?! No garlic.”
“So?”
“Garlic!” Gemini punctuates, flailing. “That’s like, an universal rule for vampires! No garlic.”
“Maybe he’s allergic,” Phuwin shrugs, then points at Gemini. “Maybe he doesn’t like it. You’re a picky eater, you’re the least person to judge what other people eat.”
Gemini gapes. “I’m not picky!”
Phuwin quirks an eyebrow.
“—I’m not that picky,” Gemini corrects.
“Sure.”
“Anyhow!” Gemini huffs. “He’s also— hear this, super-duper mega strong. Crazy strong. Vampire-like-level of strong.”
“I’m wondering how arbitrary this scale is.”
“I’ve seen him carry huge boxes in the hallway and he’s always helping me with my supermarket bags. He also helped me move my sofa. He’s hella strong; he did it in one go. Besides, he once lifted me up and got me into my room— don’t look at me like that, I was a bit drunk and spent like ten minutes trying to break into his dorm thinking it was mine— then he helped me up because I couldn’t stand straight and he just— swoop, did it with one arm, and so easily! I was pretty wasted at that time but I still remember that and, I’m telling you, it was very impressive and cool. He did it bridal-style, which is a very— I was both in awe and dying.”
Phuwin looks like he has many things to say at that, and none of it relates to the main, very important topic at hand.
“I wish I could’ve seen that,” Phuwin grins. “I bet you were so flustered.”
Gemini splutters.
“Point is,” he coughs. “He’s strong!”
“You’re not that heavy, Gem.”
Gemini arches both eyebrows. “May I remind you that you couldn’t carry me alone to my car for just two blocks. Had to call Pond to help.”
“May I kindly remind you that that was an excuse to talk to him, in case you forgot—”
“Still!”
“I feel like we’re getting in circles here.”
“That’s because you’re not listening!” Gemini groans. “I have very strong arguments.”
“Debatable,” Phuwin says, smiling dryly. “Do you have another one?”
Gemini nods. “Last but not least—” because this one was really crucial into his list, “—his eyes are hypnotic. Like, charming. Alarmingly charming. I feel like he could easily make you do things with those eyes.”
Phuwin clicks his tongue, looking equally parts amused and fondly exasperated.
“So,” he remarks, “Just to confirm, let me see if I got it right. You’re telling me he’s a vampire, because he’s… handsome, strong, has pretty eyes and a cute smile?”
Gemini frowns. “You make it sound like I’m talking about a crush here.”
Phuwin inhales deeply, shoots him a Look. “Really?”
“And you forgot the not going out in the sun, no garlic,” Gemini adds, counting with his fingers. “Pretty important points!”
“Mmmmm.”
Phuwin keeps looking at him the same way as he hums, pensive, and Gemini is getting puzzled here.
“So?” he tilts his head. “What do you think?”
Phuwin licks his lips, presses them together as if trying to suppress a smile.
“Oh, I’m thinking a few things here, but I’m not sure if you want to hear them.”
Gemini scrunches up his nose. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing,” Phuwin shakes his head, but his eyes don’t leave Gem. “Just… you might be onto something here. Not sure if it’s what you think, but… I suppose you’ve really stepped into something with this mysterious guy, Gem.”
Gemini beams, bubbly and happy, lighting up when his friend agrees with him.
It’s not until later that he realizes Phuwin meant an entirely different thing than him.
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“I think he wants to drink my blood.”
Phuwin looks up from his book to meet Gemini’s eyes. They’re supposedly studying at one of the cafeteria tables, but Gemini can’t concentrate because he keeps thinking back to the recent events involving his very cute dorm neighbor.
“What do you mean?”
Gemini doesn’t know how to explain it. “He’s been acting weird lately.”
“How so?”
“He keeps calling me cute,” Gemini elaborates. “All the time. Every time we have a conversation, he manages to bring that up — I don’t know how he does it, it’s kind of smooth, really — and he’s also been kind of… I wouldn’t say clingy, but… touchy? Maybe I’m paranoid, but it’s just… his touch, it lingers, and it’s kind of hard not to notice because it’s him, you know? He ruffles my hair, pats my head, squeezes my shoulder, sometimes puts his hand on my back or my waist… And it’s not like it makes me uncomfortable, but I have this feeling that he’s doing it on purpose. Maybe I’m just hyper-aware of him, I don’t know…”
He’s rambling at this point, but Phuwin listens to him attentively and doesn’t say a word.
“Oh! And you know the event the university does for the summer festival? The mini-carnival and all?” Phuwin nods, and Gemini hits the table with both palms, hard enough that the students behind them startle. “Well! The other time, we were talking about it on the hallway and he asked me if I wanted to go to his room to watch the fireworks show with him.”
Phuwin pinches the bridge of his nose. He exhales through his nose, long and deep.
“Gemini.”
He frowns, confused at the tone of his friend’s voice. “What?”
“That’s called flirting,” he says, looking like this entire conversation is detrimental to his mental health. “He’s flirting with you, Gem.”
He blinks. “What?”
“Yeah,” Phuwin gives him a half-sympathetic look. “You’re really dense, aren’t you?”
“Wait— that explains why he has this seducing aura around him,” he says, thinking back to it.
After all, his neighbor had been looking extra charming lately. With all the smiles and pretty eyes and cute voice…
He shakes his head. Focus, Gem.
“My point still stands!” he utters. “He’s trying to seduce me so he can drink my blood! Maybe that’s why he asked me to go to his room. He wants us to be alone, and he wants me to have my guard off.”
Phuwin rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “I think he was just asking you out on a date.”
Gemini rolls his eyes.
“I’m being serious! Not only that, but I’ve been weird too,” he says. “I think he made something to me.”
Phuwin hums. “Explain weird.”
“There’s this— strange thing happening to my body,” Gemini clutches his chest, feeling the erratic palpitations pulsing under his skin just by thinking about Fourth’s face. Is it something that works long-distance as well? Like telepathically or something like that? “He has this— effect on me. My heartbeat picks up every time he’s near, and I have this weird ache in my chest that comes and goes every time I see him. I get all nervous around him. All flustered and sloppy and I can’t think straight when he’s in sight.”
Phuwin snorts. “Oh, I know why you can’t think straight when he’s around.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Phuwin hurries to mumble, faking innocence. “Just making my own theories. Connecting the dots.”
“I don’t know, I also have this visceral reaction every time he touches me or gets too close,” Gemini says, bottom lip jutting out. “But I just can’t keep myself away from him either way. It’s frustrating. I think he has some magnetic force that pulls me into him or something.”
“Well,” Phuwin drawls. “I think that’s called attraction and, call me crazy here, but I think you’re in love with him.”
A beat of silence.
Another.
He blinks, mouth hanging open in silent confusion. His mind buzzes like radio static.
“What,” Gemini finally asks, feeling like he’s going to fall of his chair any moment.
“Yep,” Phuwin answers, simple. “Big shocker to you, I know, but it does sound like you’re in love, Gem.”
He splutters, incoherent and stupid and very much malfunctioning. What? In love? What?
Huh?
Phuwin laughs, apparently very amused at Gemini’s internal meltdown.
“Excuse you!” Gemini squeaks, kicking Phuwin under the table. “I’m struggling here!”
Phuwin snickers. “Does it really surprise you this much? You’ve been infatuated with him since the start.”
“I—” Gemini retorts, oh-so-eloquently. “No?”
Phuwin quirks an eyebrow. “Mmm.”
“I’m not in love with him.”
“Then you’re very, highkey attracted to him at least.”
Gemini huffs. “No?”
Eyebrow raised, Phuwin counters, “That sounded like a question.”
“No!”
“First stage: denial.”
Gemini pouts, fuming in silence. Phuwin reaches out to affectionately pat his head.
“Why are you sulking?” he asks, sounding all too fond. “It’s cute that you have a crush on someone.”
“I do not.”
Phuwin tilts his head. “Or maybe you just wouldn’t date a vampire?”
“I’d date him, but that’s not the point here—” Gemini pauses. Wait. “Oh fuck.”
Phuwin claps.
“Fifth stage: acceptance!” he congratulates. “Good job, you skipped a lot of stages there.”
“Would you stop—”
Gemini’s brain spirals into a crisis. Does he really have a crush on his cute neighbor? Does he?
“No, I’m having fun, actually,” Phuwin half-shrugs.
Gemini glances at him in new resolution. “I’ll prove that he’s a vampire.”
Phuwin gives him a look. “Is this you trying to get back to the denial stage?”
“I’ll prove it!”
“Okay. Back at it, then. Take your time.”
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He doesn’t have a crush on Fourth.
They’re friends, at the very least. He’s kind and nice and very sweet, so it’s obvious they’d be friends. He’s also fun to be around, of course Gemini likes him.
As a friend. Likes him as a friend.
Yes.
…yes.
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It’s confusing.
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(“Oh!” Gemini says, an idea popping into his mind. “I know!”
Phuwin doesn’t look very enthusiastic about Gemini’s brilliant new plan.
“What do you know?”
“A way to discover if he’s a vampire or not!”
“Shouldn’t you be doing other stuff?” his friend inquires. “I don’t know, finishing your thesis, maybe?”
“This is more important.”)
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“Remind me again why am I your best friend?”
“Because you think I’m the funniest, most amazing guy to ever exist and I think you’re cool?” Gemini grins.
“Try again,” Phuwin deadpans.
“I don’t know, man,” he says, throwing an arm around Phuwin’s shoulders. “Maybe because I love being silly and I make you laugh, it’s that simple. Symbiotic.”
Phuwin snorts.
Gemini’s grin widens. “Or maybe because we’re both nosy as fuck, you choose.”
Phuwin rolls his eyes, but he’s mirroring Gemini’s smile. “Smartass.”
Gemini laughs, then clicks on his phone, getting back to the — pretty vital — mission at hand.
“I’m curious, though,” Phuwin says. “Isn’t he being under the sunlight right now contradicting your vampire theory already?”
“The sunlight is not too intense today,” Gemini arguments. “He could’ve used sunblock.”
“Of course, because all modern vampires use that,” Phuwin says blankly.
“You’re being sarcastic, but you can’t know for sure if it’s true or not. Many of them lived before we were ever born. Before the sunblock was invented. Maybe it was the solution all this time.”
“Or,” Phuwin utters. “Maybe he’s not a vampire.”
“He is.”
“Then explain how is it that he’s the soccer team captain of the Law Faculty, because he has — I figure — training and matches under the sun all the time.”
“He could be a half-vampire, maybe?” Gemini ponders.
“Half-vampire?” Phuwin asks, like he doesn’t even want to know.
“Yes, like, not pureblood or something…” Gemini gestures vaguely. “Like, maybe his mom is human and married a vampire. Or vice versa.”
“Oh wow,” Phuwin arches both eyebrows. “This theory is getting wilder already.”
“I know!”
They’re quiet as Gemini lifts up his phone, trying to get a good angle.
“Really, Gem,” Phuwin huffs. “There are better ways to get a photo of your crush, you know?”
“He’s not my crush.”
“Well, whatever you want to call him,” Phuwin scratches his cheek, leg bouncing at Gemini’s side. “I’m telling you; someone is gonna see us and think we’re creeps, just because you’re trying to prove he doesn’t show up in photos.”
“I don’t think so,” Gemini shrugs, nonchalant. “He’s the captain, I’m sure many people try to take his picture—”
“What are you two doing exactly?”
Both him and Phuwin startle, jumping on their seat, phone almost slipping off Gemini’s fingers.
“Ah,” he utters, looking down at the guy who’s curiously peeking at them— curly hair, tentative smile, attentive eyes. “Hi…”
“Hello,” the guy greets back and — surprisingly — grins at them; it actually looks genuine. He points over his shoulder with his thumb. “Were you trying to get a secret photo of Fourth? Because, to tell you the truth, that wasn’t very sneaky,” he chuckles. “He’s my friend. If you are his fan and wanted a selfie, you could’ve just asked him, you know?”
Instead of looking mad in behalf of his friend, he looks very entertained with the situation. It reminds Gemini of certain very-unsupportive-of-conspiracy-theories best friend.
“I’m not— this was for researching purposes only.”
The guy looks confused at Gemini’s diplomatic answer. “For what?”
Phuwin sighs.
“I’ll explain this briefly,” he points at Gemini. “My best friend here is incredibly smart, but also incredibly dumb.”
Gemini glances back at him.
“Huh?”
“He thinks your friend there is a vampire,” Phuwin further elaborates.
The guy blinks at them before he starts laughing, loud.
Around a minute later, he realizes neither of them are laughing with him.
“Oh,” he utters, blinking. “You’re not joking.”
Phuwin shakes his head no, lips pressed together.
The guy opens his mouth, “And I thought Fourth was delusional.”
Phuwin shrugs back. “Gemini is pretty delusional himself when he wants to.”
“Oi.”
The guy’s grin resembles that of the Cheshire’s cat one.
“A match made in heaven,” he says, glancing at Phuwin.
“Oh, absolutely,” he agrees immediately.
“Hello?” Gemini waves. “I’m here!”
Curly-Hair Guy just chuckles.
“Sorry, I’m just joking,” he says. Then, he looks back at Gemini, reaches out to pat his knee and whisper to him in complicity. “Just between us— sorry to break your bubble, but Fourth is not a vampire. Amazing conspiracy theory, though. I’ll give you that.”
He finger-guns at Gemini.
“And he’s definitely interested in you,” he says, perpetual grin plastered on his face. What? “He’s actually the one who told me to ask you if you wanted a selfie with him.”
What?
The guy sing-songs the last part, like he finds it particularly merry.
“I’m just saying,” he shrugs, seemingly elated when Gemini just stays there in flustered, fidgety confusion. “In case you want to shoot your shot.”
Phuwin and him share a look, like they’re onto some inside joke Gemini isn’t aware of. Which doesn’t make any sense, because they hadn’t met before this.
He looks down at the field instead and, as if result of some mastermind destiny and fate, Fourth looks up from where he’s wiping the sweat on his forehead with his shirt. They meet eyes, just after Gemini forces himself to look away from the strip of naked, firm abdomen that shows up when he does that— there’s well-defined abs, and sun-kissed skin, and the hint of a hipbone, and Gemini is about to lose his goddamn fucking mind— mouth getting dry, blood buzzing on his ears, pulse skyrocketing to Jupiter.
Gemini’s eyes shoot up abruptly, mind reeling, and they meet eyes. Across the field. Like some cliché romance movie. Gemini is too flustered for a moment for being caught staring to register the irony.
Fourth smiles at him— sweet and toothy and absurdly cute; flashing white, pointy fangs his way.
“Hey, Gem!” he yells, waving.
Gemini splutters, sloppy and nervous and stupid under the spell of Fourth’s charming smile, phone almost slipping off his hands for the second time. Fourth laughs, and Gemini gives a single wave back as he gets a hold of his phone, shy and fidgety as he tries to hide himself in the collar of his shirt. He can feel his cheeks getting warmer.
Ah, fuck.
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Because he’s a very lucky bastard (sarcasm), he gets caught as he stares at Fourth’s door, hand awkwardly hovering midway where he’s pondering over knocking or not.
“He’s not on his dorm yet,” a voice behind him says.
“Ah, I’m just—” he starts, turning around to explain himself.
He’s met with a smiley Fourth.
Oh god. Someone please kill him.
“AH!” Gemini utters, panicking. “It’s you. I— um. I was just… uh.”
He wants the floor to swallow him whole and leave nothing behind.
Fourth looks down at Gemini’s hands, currently cupping a bag of—
“Is that uncooked rice?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.
Gemini blinks. “Yes…?”
“Oh,” Fourth says, smile disappearing from his face as he steps closer to Gem. He points at the bag. “Can I count it?”
Gemini gapes.
Wait—
Oh my god.
Oh my god, he’s—
“Are you serious?” he asks, almost squeaks. “Oh my god, you—”
Fourth starts giggling then, eyes twinkling. He presses his lips together a second later, as if trying to suppress his laughter.
“Ah,” Gemini blinks, realizing. “You’re joking.”
“I’m joking,” Fourth chuckles— a breathy, bubbly sound. It swells Gemini’s chest with warmth, honey-like and syrupy, sticking everywhere inside his body.
Gemini groans into his hand, embarrassed, trying to hide behind his fingers. Fourth reaches out to pat Gemini’s head, fingertips carefully brushing his bangs off his forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear gently. His touch is soft and electric, vibrating and lingering on Gemini’s skin even after it’s gone; still ghosting over his very soul.
“Sorry,” he says, voice soft. “I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, but you’re cute when you get excited.”
Gemini peeks at him between his fingers, “I guess your friend already told you…”
“Well. I did notice you at the soccer game,” Fourth says. “I was so happy to see you there. So I told P’Mark to go ask if you wanted an exclusive photo with me.”
Gemini winces, thinking back on it. “…Yeah, he told me that much…”
“So, imagine my reaction when he came back, and then tried to explain to me that my crush wasn’t actually trying to sneakily take pictures of me, but trying to prove that I was a vampire.”
Gemini blinks.
A beat of silence.
Another.
His mind buzzes like radio static. He’s malfunctioning.
“Your crush…”
Fourth grins, eyes sparkling. “Yes.”
Gemini’s arm falls to his side. He croaks a very choked, “Your crush.”
Fourth’s grin widens, eyes crinkling in the corners; dimple visible on his left cheek. God, he’s so pretty. Gemini is about to lose his mind.
“Yes,” Fourth confirms yet again. “Didn’t he tell you I was interested in you?”
Gemini opens his mouth— closes it. Opens it again.
“He did,” he finally says. “He did, but—”
But.
“But.”
His mind sounds like radio static. His heart ripples against his neck, pulse vibrating at an erratic pace. His mouth feels dry when he gulps. His hands are trembling, fidgety and nervous. He’s suddenly hyper-aware of himself and every part of his body buzzing at Fourth’s confession.
He’s malfunctioning.
Fourth offers a gentle smile, eyes fond and endeared. He’s gotten this look by Phuwin before, but his friend mostly acts fondly exasperated, meanwhile Fourth looks at him like he could bite Gemini’s cheeks and kiss his whole face with how adorable he thinks Gem is.
“You’re really cute,” he says, almost cooing.
Gemini sizzles at the sweet voice and affection in Fourth's eyes; like he's made of electricity, or a hot-pot about to explode.
“You’ve said that many times,” Gemini mumbles— lips wobbly, heart racing, very much overwhelmed.
“That’s because you are very adorable,” Fourth chuckles. “You make it easy for me to call you cute all the time.”
Gemini opens his mouth, but nothing comes out; not a single sound.
Fourth laughs.
“So,” he says, when Gemini keeps quiet. “If I asked you out on a date, would you say yes? Or do I have to pretend to be a vampire?”
Gemini shakes his head vehemently, too shy to say anything verbally.
Fourth’s grin turns cheeky and coquettish; eyes sparkling with flirty glee.
“Because if you want me to bite your neck, I certainly can do that.”
Gemini is pretty sure he hears the sound of his brain crashing down, smoke coming up in volutes out of his head. Error; it keeps screeching, over and over again. 404 Not Found. Zero results to being flirted by the most beautiful guy to ever exist. Error; error; error.
“I—” he pointedly ignores the mental image of Fourth caging him against the wall, there with Gemini up in the kitchen counter, legs tangled behind Fourth’s back as Fourth tucks under the crook of his chin, very fixated on biting down on Gemin’s neck, hard. He gulps again. “You don’t. Have to do that.”
Gemini's voice cracks at the end.
Fourth’s smile is devastating. So, so utterly lovely. He’s the prettiest person alive. Happiness and amusement looks good on him. Gemini would set the world on fire if it meant Fourth would smile at him like this forever. Or maybe just be a clown all his life.
“Not on the first date, got it,” Fourth says.
Then, he steps closer to Gemini. (Even closer. Gemini can't breathe properly for a moment).
“So,” he says, tilting his head, searching for Gem’s eyes.
His grin is angelic, flashing pointy fangs and criminally beautiful lips.
He’s the prettiest person alive.
“Would you go on a date with me?” he asks.
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(Gemini says yes.)