our little secret [gemfot]

06.

Gemini taps his fingers rhythmically on the armrest of his sofa, the metal of his watch catching the dim light. The time ticks to 9:55 p.m. Only five minutes left, and still no sign of Fourth.

His hand clenches into a fist. Fine. If Fourth didn't show up, then he would go to him. It's as simple as that. He's never felt anger like this toward Fourth before, but right now, Gemini isn't sure if he'll be able to contain it.

The whole day, that damn photo haunted him. He couldn't get through a single task without the image of Fourth, smiling at that stranger, flashing in his mind. Every time he remembered Fourth's easy smile, his fingers hovered over the same image on his phone, and a fresh wave of anger surged through him.

At one point, he'd slammed his keyboard so hard the screen flickered, and his secretary, who usually managed every detail flawlessly, had been caught off guard as he yelled at her over a minor, almost nonexistent error. She left his office in shock, her eyes wide and unsure.

Even his employees, who knew better than to make eye contact with him, hadn't escaped his irritation. One poor soul, who passed without offering the customary bow of respect, had gotten the brunt of Gemini's frustration, receiving a scathing reprimand over something Gemini had never cared about before. Respect, fame—these things had always felt hollow to him, unimportant. But today, with his mind clouded by that single, unshakable image, everything set him off.

Gemini's patience had worn thin, his eyes glued to the clock as it ticked over to 10:01 p.m. A minute late. Still, his agitation was sharp enough to push him to his feet, hand already reaching for his keys.

He wasn't even sure where he'd go looking, but the restless energy demanded action. Just as he reached for the door, it swung open, revealing Fourth, looking equally displeased.

"You're late," Gemini's voice was cold, devoid of his usual smirk or sarcastic greeting. It was a rare tone-hard, clipped, and serious.

Fourth rolled his eyes, a trace of defiance sparking behind them. "It's just a damn minute," he retorted, voice laced with annoyance. "Blame it on the elevator."

That familiar, easy smile was absent from Fourth's face, replaced by a hardened expression that seemed almost foreign to Gemini. Without another thought, Gemini moved forward, his arm pressing firmly against Fourth's neck, pinning him to the wall.

The closeness was charged, but far from warm-Gemini's eyes burned with something far more possessive, bordering on fury.

"Who's that man?" he demanded, voice low and dangerously sharp. Fourth's expression twisted into confusion, before a spark of realization crossed his face-the blind date.

"My date. Why?" Fourth shot back, his voice cold, and he squirmed against Gemini's hold, trying to break free. But Gemini's grip was unyielding, his gaze steely and fierce, a vein pulsing visibly along his jawline.

A bitter laugh escaped Gemini's lips, a cruel smirk pulling at his mouth. "A date?" he sneered. "Am I not enough for you? Did I not fuck you enough for you to go running to another man?"

The words cut, sharp and unforgiving.
Fourth's face fell, hurt and anger twisting through his features. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Who had made this tangled mess to begin with?

Gemini's arms caged him in, fingers splayed against the wall on either side of his head.

"Did he fuck you better than me?" Gemini's voice was barely a whisper now, taunting and laced with venom. "Is he better in bed than me? Did he-"

The sound of Fourth's slap echoed in the room, sharp and unhesitating. Gemini's face snapped to the side, his cheek stinging with a blossoming red mark. He touched the inner spot with his tongue, eyes narrowing as he met Fourth's blazing gaze.