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Fourth sat sprawled on his oversized chair, one leg lazily slung over the other, both feet propped up on the glass table in front of him. A fresh edition of Vogue was in his hand, pages flipping slowly as he skimmed through his own photos. Behind him, the wall was lined with framed magazine covers. His magazine covers. From his first shoot at five years old to now, they traced the evolution of a boy who’d grown up in front of the camera.
Modeling wasn’t just something he did. It was who he was. The way clothes transformed on his body, how he could sell out a designer’s entire line just by wearing it once,those weren’t just perks. They were proof. He’d been offered acting gigs, brand ambassador deals, even a spot in some film festival’s opening ceremony. But he always turned them down. Acting wasn’t his thing. Red carpet politics didn’t excite him. Modeling, that moment where the flash hits, the shutter clicks, and the whole world holds its breath for a frame, that was the high he lived for.
He was known as the LV boy of Thailand, a familiar face in luxury campaigns and one of the few local names designers consistently looked out for. Just last month, he’d been invited to Paris Fashion Week, seated front row in a simple, greyish outfit that drew attention. A photo of him from that day, calm expression, relaxed posture, ended up circulating and becoming viral on Twitter, quickly gaining traction. People praised his styling, his poise, the way he carried himself without trying too hard. He didn’t comment on the buzz. He never needed to. The photos did enough on their own.
Just as he flipped the page to one of his more dramatic spreads, a knock came at the door.
"Come in," he called out, not bothering to look up.
His manager, Phi Jack, stepped in with a folder tucked under his arm. “Morning, Fourth.”
“Morning, Phi,” Fourth replied, tossing the magazine aside onto the table with a soft thud. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms up for a second. “Photoshoot came out good,” he remarked casually, nodding toward the magazine.
Phi Jack gave the glossy spread a brief glance and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it did.”
Then he looked up from the table. “We’ve got another one.”
Fourth raised an eyebrow, his head tilting slightly. “With who?”
“ GQ Men .”
That made Fourth smile, even just a little. GQ was special. One of the first big magazines that took a chance on him when he was still a teenager. That shoot had skyrocketed his career. The name brought back a wave of fondness, nostalgia almost.
“I’m in,” he was about to say, until Phi Jack added, “It’ll be a duo shoot. With another model.”
Fourth’s expression shifted. Slight furrow in his brows. That wasn’t what he expected. He almost never shared a shoot with anyone. Not because he couldn’t, but because most of the time, the brands didn’t want him to. He was the face. The main event.
“Who?” he asked slowly, the edge of suspicion creeping into his tone.
Phi Jack flipped open the folder and read off the name like it was nothing. “Gemini Norawit. A new face.”
Fourth’s reaction was immediate. His nose scrunched up slightly and his lips pressed together in a look of disbelief. “Me. Sharing a cover. With some new face ?” he said, incredulous. “They must be joking.”
He didn’t mean to say it that loud, but he did, and Phi Jack heard it.
“They think the pairing will look good,” the manager replied calmly, but his eyes were already watching Fourth closely.
Fourth leaned forward, dropping his feet off the table. He was already shaking his head. “No. I’m not doing it,” he said, flat and final.
The room went quiet for a beat. Phi Jack just stood there, arms loosely crossed, his mouth a flat line. He didn’t argue. He didn’t push. He just waited.
After a few seconds, Fourth glanced at him again. The stare Phi Jack returned wasn’t angry,it was just waiting. He finally spoke, voice light but firm, “So… you want me to turn GQ down?”
He said it like he wanted Fourth to really think before answering. Like he knew GQ wasn’t a name you tossed aside easily.
Fourth groaned, leaned back again, and raked a hand through his hair in frustration. His fingers tugged slightly at the strands.
“This is annoying,” he muttered at last, tone begrudging.
“Fine, I’ll do it.” He huffed, grabbing the Vogue again and flipping it open with a flick, like that would distract him from how annoyed he already felt. “Let’s just get it over with.”
//
It was the day of the shoot and Fourth arrived in style, his manager in the passenger seat as their sleek black car pulled up in front of the studio. The set was elaborate, almost like a dreamscape built from scratch just for this shoot. Everything had been perfectly arranged,the lighting rigs already humming above, the crew bustling around with clipboards and headsets, and racks of designer outfits lining the walls.
As soon as he stepped out of the car, Fourth was greeted by the photographer, someone he’d worked with plenty of times before. They exchanged a firm handshake and a few friendly words, the kind of casual rapport you build after years of professional shoots together. Fourth was polite, even warm, a side of him that only showed when he was comfortable.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone else.
A man, bowing politely to almost everyone on set. He wasn’t just doing the standard nod,he was actually bowing , back straight, hands by his sides, respectful to a fault. Fourth watched him for a few seconds, puzzled.
Phi Jack leaned in, barely whispering in his ear. “That’s the guy. Gemini.”
Fourth gave a tiny nod, eyes still fixed on the man in question. From where he stood, he could see Gemini moving around the set, talking to the crew, thanking the stylists, even laughing quietly with the lighting assistant. Every few steps he bowed again. It wasn’t fake, if anything, it looked like he was just that naturally polite. But to Fourth, it already felt like brewing frustration.
This is gonna take forever, he thought, rolling his eyes subtly.
A moment later, Gemini started walking toward him. His pace was relaxed but there was a visible excitement in how his shoulders bounced slightly with each step. When he reached Fourth, his face lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery.
“Hi!” the man said, smiling so wide it practically reached his ears. “I’m Gemini.”
He extended his hand confidently, still grinning.
“I’m a huge fan of yours,” he added, his voice warm and sincere.
Fourth looked at the hand for a second, then another. It hung there in the space between them, steady, waiting. Eventually, he took it, briefly. “Fourth,” he said, short and to the point.
Gemini nodded eagerly. He looked genuinely happy just to be there.
“I’m still starstruck,” he admitted with a slight laugh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this shoot with you .”
Fourth muttered under his breath, “So am I.”
But then he forced out a smile, just enough to be polite, and nodded toward the set. “Let’s get to it.”
Gemini flashed that blinding smile again, the kind that could probably sell anything. He looked thrilled, like his dream had just walked up and shaken his hand.
Fourth sat on the chair, eyes closed as the makeup artist began working on him. This was his usual routine,quiet, calm, letting the brushstrokes lull him into a moment of stillness. He always used this time to center himself before a shoot. But today, something was off. He could hear chatter behind him, scattered voices and the occasional laugh that weren’t part of the usual buzz. His brows creased slightly. He didn’t bother opening his eyes. He already knew who it was.
Once makeup was done and his skin looked flawless under the soft prep lights, the director of the shoot stepped forward to give the rundown. “We’ll be doing some close-up shots of both of you,” he said, gesturing with his hands like he was shaping the frame in the air. “I want some of the photos to have your faces really close to each other. Not touching, but close. Give us fashion.”
Fourth nodded. He understood the direction immediately. He’d done this kind of setup at least a hundred times. It was about tension, symmetry, and expression,all while making it look effortless. Across the room, Gemini nodded too, trying to mirror Fourth’s quiet confidence.
“Great,” the director said, grinning as he stepped back toward his spot beside the cameraman. “Give it your best, boys.”
The energy shifted as the camera lights flicked on and the assistant called out the frame numbers. The director began giving his instructions. “Closer. Just a little more. Good. Now look at each other’s face.”
They followed in sync. Fourth softened his gaze immediately, angling his face just right, letting his cheekbones do half the work. He knew this side of his profile like the back of his hand. He tilted his head slightly, just enough to give dimension, his expression calm but striking.
Next to him, Gemini stood stiff. It was obvious he didn’t quite know what to do. He was too focused, too tense. His shoulders were high, his jaw was clenched, and even his eyes looked like they were trying too hard.
“Relax your jaw,” the cameraman called out. “Don’t clench it. Breathe.”
Gemini gave a quick nod and exhaled, visibly trying to loosen up.
“Good. Now soften your eyes a bit,” came another command.
“Tilt your head just slightly to the right.”
“Not too much,yeah, like that. And don’t turn away from the camera too much.”
The instructions kept coming, one after another, and Gemini kept trying to adjust with each one. His efforts were clear, but so was his inexperience. Meanwhile, Fourth stayed in his element, barely moving, barely blinking, already finding the shot before the shutter clicked.
The shots still weren’t coming out right. The director, clearly trying to stay patient, eventually had to step in. He walked over to Gemini and demonstrated a few poses himself, adjusting Gemini’s posture, even mimicking how to angle the jaw or soften the gaze. Gemini kept apologizing,again and again,bowing quickly to both the director and the cameraman, his voice small but genuine.
Fourth, who had been holding it together, was slowly starting to feel the irritation build. He understood that Gemini was inexperienced,of course he did,but standing still under hot lights for this long while the shoot dragged on was getting to him. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, trying to calm himself. But when the instructions kept piling on, he found himself biting the inside of his cheek. A sigh escaped before he could catch it.
Gemini must’ve heard it. He turned immediately, face pale, eyes wide with guilt. “I’m very sorry,” he said quietly, all the brightness from earlier completely gone. His voice was tight, and there was a visible flicker of fear in his expression. Fourth could see the slight tremble in his shoulders, how his gaze kept slipping, unfocused. Sweat had started to gather on his forehead,partly from the pressure, partly from the heavy studio lights.
“Let’s take a break,” Fourth said, not exactly with warmth, but not cold either.
The crew didn’t hesitate. The director nodded and called for a short reset.
The makeup artist rushed in with blotting papers and powder, quickly dabbing at Gemini’s forehead. Fourth watched quietly from his seat. Gemini sat frozen in place, not even blinking, his jaw tight. He wasn’t just shaken,he looked like he was spiraling. Like he was internally scolding himself for messing up in front of people he respected.
And for a moment, Fourth remembered. He remembered the day of his first big shoot. How his hands wouldn’t stop sweating. How he stood under the lights, dizzy, stiff, and convinced that one wrong angle would end his entire career.
He exhaled slowly, lips forming a flat line.
Once the break ended and the crew began moving again, both models returned to their positions. Fourth took a quiet step closer and reached out, resting a hand on Gemini’s back. He rubbed gently, thumb moving in slow circles.
“Relax,” he said softly, his tone low and even. “Take your time. It’s okay.”
He didn’t know if it would help, but he kept his hand there. Gemini blinked, then glanced at him, his eyes softened. Something in his shoulders loosened. He gave a small nod.
“Breathe in,” Fourth said, “and out.”
Gemini followed without speaking.
Fourth nodded again, then asked quietly, “Can we try now?”
Gemini nodded once more.
They got into position. As they moved in sync, Gemini reached out and grabbed Fourth’s hand. His grip was firm, palm warm and damp with nervous sweat. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t posed. He probably just… needed it. Needed something steady.
Fourth didn’t pull away. He let him hold on.
This time, things started to click. Gemini responded to the instructions quickly. His movements became more natural. He tilted his head, softened his jaw, held the pose,and through it all, his hand stayed on Fourth’s.
“Okay, great. Now bring your faces closer,” the director called, eyes trained on the monitor.
Without missing a beat, Gemini leaned in. His cheek brushed up against Fourth’s.
Fourth stiffened, just for a second. The contact caught him off guard. Gemini’s skin was warm. Soft.
But he recovered quickly. Swallowed. Posed.
“Good, now give me more angles,” the director called, adjusting his camera.
Gemini surprised him again. This time, he took the lead, angling his face smoothly while keeping close,too close. He turned, eyes flicking to Fourth. Then he leaned in further, his nose gently brushing against Fourth’s cheekbone. His lips hovered just a breath away from Fourth’s skin.
“Brilliant!” the director shouted, voice alive with excitement now, eyes locked on the monitor like he’d just struck gold.
And it wasn’t Gemini who was trembling anymore.
Fourth’s heart was beating a little too fast, pounding beneath his ribs like it didn’t know how to settle. It wasn’t just the pose. It wasn’t the heat of the lights or the pressure of nailing the shot.
He could feel the warmth radiating from Gemini’s body, close enough to wrap around him. There was the soft scent of cologne,clean, crisp, oud like, and it hit just right. Not overwhelming. Just enough to notice. And in that moment, he noticed the small moles scattered across Gemini’s face, the way his lashes curled ever so slightly at the ends. Details he wouldn’t have cared about seconds ago suddenly felt like things he shouldn’t look away from.
“Perfect, this is great, guys. Thank you!” the director called out, beaming now, genuinely pleased with the results. There was clapping from one or two crew members, a sign that the shoot had finally hit its mark.
Just like that, it was over.
Gemini slowly pulled back, stepping away from the pose with gentle movements. His hand slipped away from Fourth’s, the contact ending like a quiet exhale. Then he smiled,soft, sincere,and bowed slightly.
“Thank you very much,” he said, still smiling at him with that same warmth he’d carried from the start. Fourth blinked. He could only manage a small nod in return, his expression tight, stunned. Something had shifted. He could feel it.
//
“That went well, didn’t it?” Phi Jack asked as he slid into the driver’s seat, glancing at Fourth through the rearview mirror.
Fourth was already sunk deep into his seat, legs lazily stretched out, his phone in one hand. He didn’t respond right away. He was too busy scrolling. As soon as they got in the car, he’d opened Instagram and typed in a name.
Gemini Norawit.
He clicked on the profile and started going through the photos. Mostly selfies, a few modeling shots, a handful of behind-the-scenes posts from shoots and events. There were also random snaps,food, street views, a cat.
“Yeah,” he finally muttered, eyes still locked on the screen. “Really well.”
He kept scrolling. One of the selfies made him pause. It was just Gemini, grinning under the sun, his skin a little flushed, hair messy like he’d been running around. Fourth instinctively pinched the screen to zoom in. His thumb hovered over the corner of the image for a second longer than he meant to. His lips curved ever so slightly.
“He’ll be at the LV show this Wednesday,” Phi Jack said casually as he turned onto the main road.
Fourth’s head shot up. “He is?”
“Yes.” Phi Jack didn’t even need to look at him to confirm. He was already busy steering the car.
Fourth blinked. Then slowly turned back to his phone.
He scrolled up, and found the most recent post Gemini had made. It was from today, just a photo of the shoot setup. The caption read, GQ debut today. Got to shoot with the Fourth. Still feels unreal.
Fourth smiled wider. He set his phone down on his lap and stared out the window, eyes a little softer now, mind already drifting forward.
He couldn’t wait for the show this Wednesday.
//
Fourth stepped out of the car dressed in a crisp white collared shirt, delicate beads shimmering subtly along the edges of the collar. Over it, he wore a soft, cream-toned coat that sat perfectly on his frame, and below, a pair of faded light blue jeans that made the whole look feel effortless. His ash-blonde hair was styled, catching the light just right, and contrasting beautifully against the pale palette of his outfit.
Cameras spotted him instantly. Flashes began the moment he set foot on the carpet. He turned, giving them practiced angles, one hand in his pocket, chin tilted just slightly, gaze soft but steady. Years of doing this made the motion feel natural.
Once the brief whirlwind of photos settled, he slipped inside the venue. A few familiar faces greeted him along the way,other models, designers, stylists he’d worked with over the years. He offered polite hellos, nods, short hugs where needed. But even as he moved from group to group, exchanging quick pleasantries, his eyes kept scanning for someone.
He had just started a casual conversation with P’Off, commenting on the crowd tonight, when he suddenly heard it. A voice,low, warm, laced with laughter. Not loud, but distinct enough that Fourth turned toward it without hesitation.
There he was.
Gemini stood near the entrance, mid-conversation with someone from the crew, his head thrown back just a little as he laughed. He was dressed in a soft purplish shirt, layered with a checkered coat that mixed deep green and navy. A silk blue tie hung neatly around his neck, and his pants were khaki, pressed clean and sharp. His curly bangs fell slightly over his forehead, softening his features.
He looked perfect. Effortlessly so. Fourth didn’t realize he’d been staring until Gemini’s gaze suddenly found his.
And just like that, Gemini lit up.
His entire face brightened. That smile,the same one from the shoot, the one that looked like he meant it,spread wide and easy as he started walking straight toward Fourth.
“Hey. Hi,” Gemini greeted, cheerful and full of that same warmth he carried with him like sunlight.
Fourth smiled, his lips curling in return before he could even stop them. “Hi, Gemini,” he replied, voice a little softer than usual.
And there it was again,that familiar, unwelcome thudding of his heart.
"Let’s take a picture," Fourth said suddenly. Gemini blinked, surprised, his eyes going a little wide. But then he nodded quickly, that grin returning, even bigger than before. “Okay, yeah,” he said, clearly thrilled.
Fourth pulled out his phone and held it up between them. Gemini leaned in close without hesitation, their shoulders brushing slightly as Fourth clicked the shutter. The photo came out good.
“I’ll tag you on Instagram,” Fourth said casualy as he lowered the phone, his thumb already hovering over the app.
Gemini smiled back at him, still glowing. A couple of people nearby must’ve noticed them, because the moment the phone went away, a few cameras turned their way. Fourth was used to it. He adjusted his posture and nudged Gemini lightly with his elbow. They posed,first just standing side by side, then a shot where Gemini tilted in a bit closer, his hand almost brushing Fourth’s arm. After a few clicks, they both turned back toward the entrance, already being ushered into the main venue for the show.
They ended up seated next to each other for the runway, tucked in among the front-row elite. Fourth crossed one leg over the other and adjusted his coat as he glanced around. Gemini plopped down beside him, not stiff or awkward, just relaxed, leaning a little too close.
The lights dimmed and the show began. Models started coming down the runway one after another, each look more dramatic than the last. But Fourth couldn’t focus. Not really. His eyes were technically on the show, but his attention kept drifting sideways.
Gemini was right next to him. He looked good under the lights, skin warm-toned and glowing slightly from the champagne he’d sipped earlier. He kept whispering little comments under his breath, his voice just loud enough for Fourth to hear.
“That fit looked fire,” Gemini said after one of the models strutted past them.
Fourth let out a small chuckle. The show wrapped up not long after, the lights coming back on as applause filled the room. People started rising from their seats, chattering, ready to shift to the next part of the night,the after party.
Fourth found himself with a glass of wine in hand, gliding through the crowd. He offered a few nods and brief greetings here and there, but his focus wasn’t really on mingling. After a few minutes, he slipped past a group of photographers and made his way to a quieter corner of the venue, away from all the flashing lights.
The music was louder here, bass pulsing in the background, but the shadows gave him a moment to breathe. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.
He pulled out his phone and started flipping through the photos they’d taken earlier. There were a few selfies,some slightly blurry, some perfectly framed,and a couple of press shots snapped by photographers nearby. All of them had that easy glow, that unforced energy. Fourth looked at one where Gemini was laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners, head tilted slightly toward him. A soft smile tugged at Fourth’s lips as he stared at it for a second longer than he meant to.
“Staying away from the crowd?” a voice came suddenly, light and familiar.
Fourth looked up and found Gemini standing in front of him, a champagne glass in hand, his other tucked loosely into his coat pocket.
“Yes,” Fourth answered, a small smile still lingering on his lips. “What about you?” he added, shifting slightly to make space beside him.
“I…,” Gemini said, walking closer, “I was looking for you.”
That made Fourth raise an eyebrow. His smile grew just a bit.
“I didn’t get to thank you properly the other day,” Gemini said, stepping into the quieter space. “For your help.”
Fourth waved him off with a little chuckle, not taking the credit too seriously. “Nah, I didn’t do much.”
“No, really,” Gemini insisted, setting his glass down on the ledge behind them. “It would’ve been a total disaster if you hadn’t stepped in.”
Fourth leaned against the wall, sipping his wine again. “It’s just…you just reminded me of my first time doing a big shoot.”
Gemini’s expression lit up with recognition. “Your first GQ cover? The one you shot in Singapore?”
That actually caught Fourth off guard. He looked at him, eyebrows lifted in genuine surprise.
Gemini laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I told you. I’m a huge fan.”
There was a slight blush creeping up his cheeks now, just visible under the dim lighting. “Even just talking to you feels kind of surreal,”
Fourth smiled as he stepped in a little closer, reaching up to fix Gemini’s collar with a light touch. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric, adjusting it with a care that felt oddly intimate.
“You look good in this,” he said casually, eyes flicking from the collar to Gemini’s face.
Gemini glanced down, watching Fourth’s fingers linger there for a moment, then slowly lifted his gaze to meet his eyes. “So do you,” he replied, voice softer than before.
Fourth’s hand froze. Just for a second. Neither of them moved, caught in the stretch of silence that seemed to hum between them. Fourth’s lips parted slightly, almost like he was about to speak,but nothing came out. He just kept looking at the man in front of him, feeling the warmth in his veins, the buzz of something else entirely rising to the surface.
Maybe it was the champagne. Maybe it was the dim lights, the quiet tucked-away corner, the way Gemini was looking at him like there was no one else in the room. Whatever it was, Fourth leaned in, just a little. Hesitant.
To his surprise, Gemini leaned in too, and their lips brushed. A soft, tentative kiss, almost weightless. Just skin against skin. But neither of them pulled away. Their lips stayed close, still ghosting over each other, sharing the same breath. The air felt warmer now. Thicker.
Something shifted.
Fourth was just about to move when Gemini reached up and held his face, cupping his cheek gently,and kissed him again. This time, it was real. Not hesitant, not shy. It was deeper. Consuming. The kind of kiss that made everything else fade, the kind that left Fourth dizzy and breathless, his heart thudding so loud he swore Gemini could hear it too.
He didn’t know how long they stood like that, wrapped up in the moment. But eventually, Fourth pulled back, panting lightly. Not because he wanted to stop, but because he physically needed to breathe. He rested his forehead against Gemini’s, both of them catching their breath, their hands still tangled somewhere between their bodies.
A quiet chuckle slipped out of Fourth’s mouth. Gemini laughed too, the sound soft and breathless, his forehead still resting lightly against Fourth’s.
“Let’s get in,” Fourth whispered, his lips barely brushing the air between them. His voice was low, almost playful. “Before they find us,” he added, grinning as he pulled back just enough to meet Gemini’s eyes.
And just like that, they walked out of the shadows and back into the light. The second they stepped into the main area, camera flashes sparked in their direction. A wave of photographers turned to capture the sight,two familiar faces stepping in side by side, their energy unmistakable.
As if they’d done it a hundred times before, both of them turned toward the cameras and posed, effortlessly slipping into their public selves. The crowd buzzed. Phones were already out. The moment wasn’t just being seen,it was being documented.
And within minutes, Twitter was in chaos.
Someone posted one of the clearer press shots, both models side by side, eyes glowing, skin flushed, lips just a little too red.
The caption read: Is it just me or do both their lips look bruised?
And the retweets began.