{DEVIL: Despite Everything, Villain I Loved}
Gemini Norawit has many secrets, but the boy next to him seems to have even more of them. Gem has to think over his life once again to understand who he really is. Will famous but hated by many musician f...
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Gemini insisted on showering first while Dunk drove Prim and Pond back to their own homes. He couldn't let Pond stay here, especially since Phuwin clearly didn't want him under the same roof, and Prim had been called by her mother, demanding that the girl come home and help her with something.
Gemini drank a few sips of juice and sat down in front of his desk, taking advantage of Fourth taking a shower to write about the next day in his journal. The words appeared in his mind on their own, as if without effort. He didn't have to think about anything, he just wrote what he felt. Just remembering those curious brown eyes and that saucy mouth made him grimace slightly. So far, people tended to obey him, didn't question his opinion, tried not to argue with him, because they knew it didn't make any sense, Gem would get his way anyway, and they might lose their jobs. Only this time he was on the verge of losing his job, his career. His fans still loved him, but more and more critics were emerging. More and more people saw his true colors and moved away from him. He told this boy he had to change. Yes, it was true, if he wanted to stay on top, he had to change something.
He thought of P'Erin. He wrote this down too. He sent a photo of this boy from his phone to his Google drive and pasted it into the text. He kept writing. He didn't notice the passage of time. Writing calmed him, gave him a strange sense of freedom he hadn't felt since his mother had signed that contract on his behalf. He secretly believed that if one day something happened to him (he knew too many similar stories, his behavior and his career path were not a good combination, he had many enemies), P'Erin would make sure his journal would be properly edited and published as a book. This was one of his dreams: to explain to the audience why he is the way he is, to tell them the truth about himself, without hiding anything at all.
At some point, his neck started to hurt, which made him realize that he had spent too much time in front of the laptop screen. He stood up and started moving around the room, rubbing the sore spot. Suddenly he remembered his dream: he was in a small room with two walls yellow and two pink, looking in the mirror and packing for a trip. He held two guns in his hand, one hidden in his black leather backpack, and the other put to his temple as if he was going to shoot. He did not do it. He looked at himself for a few moments with the gun to his temple, but he seemed to change his mind. He threw the gun into his backpack, styled his bangs in his favorite way, and left the room.
"If my boyfriend didn't have the right to live, you won't have the right to live either". He said to the reflection in the mirror.
He woke up screaming and one strange sentence that didn't fit anywhere.
"Not in this life, Gemi, not in this life".
"What's that supposed to mean? Did I killed someone? Myself? No it is not possible. It's just a dream. I can't panic. It's nothing. Relax. I dreamed about it because I recently watched Until We Meet Again, nothing more. It's just my imagination working. I am an artist, I have read a lot of books and watched a lot of films, hence these strange images. It's nothing," he convinced himself in his mind.
