The Best Of Me || GeminiFourth RPF

3. Lascia Andare Le Cose Che Non Puoi Controllare.

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The moment they stepped out of Milan airport, fans swarmed them, their excitement palpable in the crisp air. Fourth, still groggy from the long flight, barely registered the noise. P'Tong and his team had tried their best to make him look presentable, but no amount of touch-ups could chase away the overwhelming urge to crawl into a bed and sleep until the night swallowed the day. Yet, he had a role to play. He was a celebrity now, and with that came the duty to smile, wave, and greet the people who had supported him from the beginning.

It wasn't that he didn't love his fans—quite the opposite. His khunnoos had lifted him up, carried him to this pedestal, and he was endlessly grateful for their unwavering support. The love he received every day still felt surreal, like he had somehow stumbled into this world by accident. After all, three years in the GMMTV basement hadn't prepared him for the outpouring of affection. Even Gemini, walking ahead of him, shared the same sentiment.

Gemini.

He was already waving to their fans, looking effortlessly ethereal, as if he was born for this life. The sunglasses, the layered shirt over a t-shirt, the easy smile, and that ridiculous height—everything about Gemini screamed celebrity. It annoyed Fourth to no end. No matter how much Fourth worked out, ate his greens, and did everything right, Gemini, with his careless habits and messy sleep schedule, was the one who kept growing taller. And somehow more beautiful. It felt unfair.

But Fourth didn't allow himself a glance in Gemini's direction. Their fans were watching, eyes sharper than any camera lens, and social media was a wild place. Every movement, every look, every interaction was scrutinized, twisted into a narrative that didn't exist. He had seen it happen too many times—not just with Gemini, but with Phuwin, and anyone else he was close to. The jokes with his friends were fun, but Fourth had come to realize that those so-called "moments" needed to stop, especially with Gemini. He didn't want to upset anyone—least of all, Gemini's girlfriend.

After all, they were GMMTV's golden pair—the official duo everyone rooted for.

P'Earn ushered him toward the waiting van, and as Fourth passed Gemini, he kept his eyes trained forward, too tired to engage. He slid into the backseat and sank into the cushion, shutting his eyes before his body could even register the exhaustion fully. He didn't have the energy to talk, to even acknowledge the silent glances Gemini threw his way from the front of the van.

The drive was a blur, and when they finally arrived at the hotel, the rush of excitement from the team barely registered. Fourth let himself be dragged along, wanting nothing more than sleep. Gemini, of course, seemed recharged after a nap in the van, full of energy as they made their way inside. Fourth, however, was spent, his eyelids heavy with the weight of travel.

He felt a tiny surge of relief when he realized they would be sharing a room with two separate beds. His heart gave a tiny jolt as Gemini followed him into the room, his presence suddenly much closer than it had been all day.

"Finally," Gemini muttered, coming up beside him.

Their arms brushed, a fleeting touch, but enough to send a shiver up Fourth's spine. He exhaled loudly, trying to steady himself, but the warmth of that brief contact lingered.

"So, which bed do you want?" Gemini asked, turning to him, sunglasses now perched on top of his head, with a few stray strands of hair framing his face. He looked impossibly good, like the Milan air was made for him. Fourth turned away before he could catch himself staring for too long, tossing his bag onto the left-sided bed without a word.

He brushed past Gemini again, every touch of their skin electrifying in a way that unsettled him, before collapsing onto the bed face-first. The exhaustion was winning.