There's no love in hostility,
There's no hostility in love,
But as fate decides to cross their paths, is it possible for love to intertwine with hostility? Can a journey of hostility be embarked upon with love?
"What about we make a deal, Mr. Presid...
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FOURTH IGNORED his ringing alarm and kept himself staring above the white ceiling of his room blankly. He felt so tired: physically, mentally, and emotionally. Physically because weeks had passed, he pushed himself further to rehearse and the exhaustion he didn't feel those times was now crushing him. A day before yesterday, after kicking the trash bin mercilessly, he was starting to feel pain in his feet and it was too heavy to move even a small movement could wince him. In addition, talking to Gemini's twin was enough to feel his mouth numb. Mentally unstable since their conversations on the rooftop swallowed his mind which caused him to doubt things and even himself. And emotional? He's wrecked as a sinking boat. He felt like he was weighing all the problems in the world where the solution to his misery was only a guy whose first letter of his name was G.
Fuck I'm screwed. He slapped his forehead and screeched afterward as he felt the pain that he caused.
Then a desperate knock on the door jolted him followed by a high-pitched voice of his twin awoken his not-so-conscious body. "Hey, Fourth! Pick your ass up now or you'll get a shower in bed?! Hurry up! Dang!"
Annoying!
He threw a pillow on his closed door before burying his face on his spare pillow. "Just let me live in my dream, Gun! Annoying!"
Gun laughed sarcastically and it pissed him off. "Really? Do you have a dream? That's new! Wooh!" His jolly voice turned into annoyance. "Aren't you going to get up or I'll stab your soccer ball until the air flew out?! You left your precious crystal ball in the living room. What do you think, dummy?!"
His body automatically moved. "Don't you dare! Fine! Acting like my mother!" He knew his brother too well, Gun threatened him by using his stuff as an alibi if he was being stubborn, his twin would make him taste his stubbornness without hesitation if he wouldn't take action. He frantically got out of bed, turned off his alarm, and prepared himself before he went downstairs before Gun could trail his fingers on his precious soccer ball.
He made himself into the kitchen and as he slid inside, his twin was already sitting on his signature chair while shooting daggers at him. He only rolled his eyes and sat in his chair beside his grumpy twin facing the food on the table that their mother prepared.
"Oh, our little four is finally here." His mae who was on the counter started approaching them with a big size bowl of tum yum in her hands and sat across them. Her floral dress, her long wavy hair, and her light makeup suit her so well that you won't believe she's in her 40s already.
Fourth scoffed. "Yeah, mae." He didn't like to be called by his baby nickname again but here his mae was. Come on I'm a fine young ass man now mae! He turned his gaze to his twin who was sitting next to him. "What the heck are you looking at?" The look of Gun at Fourth was like judging his existence.
