A Love Story || GeminiFourth RPF

9. Flashbacks

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Fourth's room and bathing his wrapped up frame. He slowly peeled his eyes open, blinking into the sun. His throat tasted bad but his head was worse. He sat up—hair sticking up in all possible sides—and yawned.

"Shit" he moaned, as he held his head, that was throbbing as if he had migraine.

This was possibly the worst hangover he had had for the entirety of his 21 years and he couldn't possibly blame anyone but himself. Groaning, he fell back on the bed blinking against the familiar cotton. Last night was a complete blur. All he remembered was Win's singing and him hitting shot after shot with the truth or dare game.

And then he puked his guts, right? He remembered hogging the toilet bowl as if it would keep him steady. And then...

Wait a minute.

Fragments of last night started surfacing in Fourth's brain making him sit up on the bed. It was incomplete and it made him want to crack open his brain and search for it.

"... Let's get you cleaned up..."

Who was that? And why is that voice so familiar? Was it Win? Or Jan? No, wait. It was a male voice. So Win? Or some complete stranger?

"Fourth, look at me..."

Not a complete stranger, maybe. But why is that voice so familiar?

"No, don't. I look ugly"

Fourth was starting to feel embarrassed. Why the fuck was he talking about physical appearance when he was drunk as a skunk?

Now the memories were starting to make sense with complete sentences, but Fourth couldn't for the life of him, remember who it was.

"You're not ugly. Listen to me, you're definitely not ugly"

Whoever it was saw Fourth as handsome, apparently. Fourth grinned before rolling over.

Hold on. Today is...

"SHIT THE MATCH"

Fourth slid out of bed with incredible speed that if he had time he would actually be patting his back about it. He checked his phone and noted a couple of missed calls from some of his teammates and even the coach. Looking at the time, he paled.

He practically had half an hour before the match took place.

And it would take a longer time to even drive there by his motorcycle. Should he call Win?

Suddenly his phone rang and his entire being froze up seeing Gemini's contact (that weirdly had a heart next to it—he didn't remember inserting a heart in his name). Why was Gemini calling him at that time?

"Hello?"

"I'm downstairs" came Fourth's favorite voice, "I'll take you to the match"

Fourth simply said "Okay" before hanging up because he really didn't have time to dilly-dally about the fact that his crush just called him and wants to take him to the match. He ran to the washroom, to brush his teeth and have the quickest shower on earth, and then he dressed up in his football uniform. He grabbed his shoes and socks and plunged them into his backpack along with a couple other essentials before grabbing his phone and dorm keys and rushed down the stairs.

Gemini—like the angel he was—was leaning against his vehicle waiting for him. Fourth felt enamored by him. And he looked absolutely ethereal as he always did. He was dressed in casual jeans, a light blue shirt that had a couple too many buttons open at his chest and he was wearing sneakers. He looked up from his phone when he saw Fourth coming down and unlike other days, he didn't smile sunnily at him. Fourth tried to see the expression in his eyes but he was wearing sunglasses as well.