The floral shop| GeminiFourth

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Fourth packs up for the closing of his store, his parents and sister weren't back yet which made him even more concerned than he was. He went out to bring in some of the potted flowers, arranging them neatly next to each other inside the store. The small bell on the door rung, indicating a customer. "Sorry, we are closed," Fourth informed the stranger, looking up at them and realising it was just Gemini. "What are you doing here?" Gemini smiles, walking towards Fourth. "Let me help you," Fourth frowns but nods, appreciating Gemini's help.

Fourth and Gemini sat down on the chairs, exhausted. Gemini chuckles before getting up, "Let's take a walk around here, you seem to have a lot in your mind," Fourth looked up at Gemini, wondering if he was actually that easy to read. Fourth nodded, going up to grab his phone first and the keys to lock up the area. He went back down to spot Gemini waiting for him outside. He quickly locked up the doors and rushed towards Gemini with a bottle of sweet drink. Gemini thanked him as they started walking slowly to wherever their legs take them too. Fourth enjoyed the gentle wind blowing past him as well as the sound of nature's calling. Birds fly and tweeting, crickets screaming and the stepping on dead leaves. Fourth found it comforting. Gemini looked over to calmed Fourth. "So, what's been on your mind constantly?" Gemini asked the other. "It's just that...My parents were called to my sister's school all of a sudden and it's been hours since they've came back without updating me at all..." Fourth sighed, explaining his worry. Gemini smiled reassuringly, patting his back. "I'm pretty sure your sister is fine, your parents are with her," Gemini said. Fourth nodded, stopping on his track and looking at Gemini. "Can we hug?" Gemini nods, opening his arms, allowing Fourth to walk closer to close it. Fourth hugged him tightly, arms wrapped around his torso as he rest his head against Gemini's chest. Gemini hugged Fourth's waist, arms seemingly fitting the waist of the other perfectly. He leaned against Fourth's head gently, letting the other feel comfort.

Ping sighed, throwing his assignment on the bed and looking at his iPad with a blank face. He was exhausted from all of the sudden task thrown to him. Projects, assignments, small tests and many more projects. He sighed, flipping his iPad shut and getting off his bed with his phone and keys. He left his dorm room, going down to get himself some snacks and drink while taking in some fresh air for a clearer mind. He shivered to the sudden cold air from the convenience store, taking a basket and filling it up with cup noodles, chips, drinks and bread. He walked to the cashier, passing him the items, preparing to pay for the item through his phone. He thanked the worker who helped him pack all his items into a plastic bag. He left the area, feeling much more refreshed with a cleaner mind. As he walked closer to his dorm, he noticed a familiar tall male standing outside, by the lobby, on his phone and what seemed like a bouquet of flower. "Meen?" Ping called out the male who looked right up to him. "So this is where you have been. Been trying to contact you but you weren't responding," Meen said, getting closer to the younger and taking some of the bags from Ping's hand to help him. "Oh, thanks. Sorry, was settling with my food stock," Ping briefly explained, leading Meen up to his dorm room. "You sure? This mainly look like unhealthy snacks..." Meen commented, studying the bag filled with chips and chocolate. "As long as I get my energy and work done," Ping smiled, exiting the elevator and walking down the hallway towards his room, unlocking it with his keys and letting Meen in first. Meen places the bags on the counter by the kitchen and chuckled at the state of Ping's room. The living room where the couch and television sat was relatively clean but the pillows on the couch was everywhere, the table where the television was resting sat Ping's wallet and opened letters. He walked to the living room to take a sit, peeking and seeing Ping's room. The quilt was messily pushed to the corner of the bed, pillows randomly thrown on the bed, white papers scrambled on the bed with an iPad preventing it from flying away. He looked back to the front and noticed Ping preparing a cup of drink before walking over to him and passing the beige cup to him. "Why did you drop by?" Ping asked, sitting at the opposite corner of the couch and bringing his own cup of warm chocolate to his mouth, sipping the rich chocolate drink. "I just wanted to meet you," Meen smiled warmly, taking a small sip of the chocolate and hummed softly from the satisfying soft bitterness of the drink along with the warmth it wraps around his throat. He then remembered the bouquet of flower, picking it up and passing it to Ping.

Ping looked at Meen with confusion and disbelief. He took it shyly, unsure what to do or say. Meen sat closer to Ping and took the warm cup away from his hands, placing it on the table in front of him and held both of Ping's hands. He caressed the warm soft hands of Ping's, smiling at him sweetly as Ping stared at the older with doe eyes. "Ping, I will be straightforward with you. I love you, I love you more than just friends and brothers. I love the way you react whenever I tease you about yourself and how cute you are. I love how you lowkey care about me but acts all unbothered when I catch you doing so. Look at you, you didn't scold me for dropping all of a sudden on a Monday evening but instead welcome me warmly into your house. I'm always thinking of you. I think of you as soon as I wake up, wondering what you would be doing or eating. I think of you when I drive to school, wondering if you are already in school and waiting or hanging out with your friends. I think of you when I'm eating, wondering what you would be eating for lunch or still stuck in class with your stomach rumbling. I think of you when I'm with you, wondering how I am so lucky to be close to you, lucky how I could see your sassy, happy, sad and angry expressions. I think of you at night before I sleep, wondering if you are getting a proper rest and good night sleep or flooded with assignments and staying up all night. I think of you all the time because thinking of you makes me relax and happy. This is from when I learnt that I love you..." Meen confessed. Ping had a smile on his face, admiring the male in front of him confessing his love for him and seeing his sincere warm eyes that he always felt shy when he made eye contact. Ping pulled Meen closer, hugging him tightly and nodding his head. "I love you so much, Meen. I definitely will be your boyfriend and I am also lucky to have met you," Ping replied to Meen's confession, pulling away and looking at Meen. The older had a relieved and touched expression, the sincerity never had left his eyes. He leaned close and closed the gap in between them, letting their lips touch. Ping's arms moved up to Meen's neck as he leaned back to the hand rest of the couch. One of Meen's hand caressed Ping's back and another went up to the younger's baby soft cheeks. The air around them became hot as everything went more sensual and sexual. Meen easily carried the young male up by his waist and let him into the messy bedroom, continue their make out, removing the pieces of cloth around his body, letting that evening be about them and only them.