Gemini Norawit knows only two things: that he wants to become a king of Magical World and that he absobulety hates Fourth Nattawat. They have to compete against each other to win a crown. But what if one of them is only pretending to be someone else...
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Everything happened very quickly in the casino. Perth Tanapon recognized Norawit and decided to get rid of him. He took out his gun and pointed it at Gemini. At the last moment, someone brutally pushed Gem to the floor and stood in the line of fire. A loud bang tore through the evening silence filled with typical casino music and conversations and the shouts of the players.
Gemini opened his eyes and saw that next to him on the floor was none other than Fourth. He hadn't expected this. After all, this wasn't what they had agreed!
People started running around them in panic, pushing to the exit, some screaming. There was an indescribable commotion. Tanapon disappeared, but Norawit quickly stopped thinking about him; he had other, more important things on his mind.
Gemini crawled over to Fourth. A worrying, red spot appeared near his heart. His eyes were closed. Gemini was full of the worst premonitions.
“I told you to stay home!!! How could you not listen to me?”
His scream seemed to be heard miles away. Fourth was lying on the floor completely still. His chest wasn’t moving either, which meant he wasn’t breathing. Gemini panicked. He didn’t know what to do, the fear for the person closest to him had robbed him of all his memories of training and practice. He began shaking Nattawat’s body as if that would help.
“You were supposed to stay the fuck home!”
Suddenly, someone pushed him aside. Before he could realize what was happening, a slightly shorter, well-muscled blond man with dark hair dressed in an Alpine team shirt was already leaning over Fourth, performing heart massage as skillfully as if he had been a paramedic for many years. He remained remarkably calm.
It took Gemini a moment to realize who he was looking at.
It was Pierre Gasly, but he looked and acted completely different from the man they had met a few months earlier in Bangkok. And when he spoke, Norawit was surprised to discover that his voice was different too!
“What are you doing?! Leave him alone, he's pregnant, you'll hurt them!” Gemini screamed at the top of his lungs and tried to push Gasly away by force, but the athlete was stronger. Again, he gently but firmly pushed Norawit aside and spoke in a composed, pleasant voice.
“Easy, Gemini, I can see he's pregnant. Let me help you. I don't want to scare you, but for a fetus, every second without a heartbeat from its mother, or in this case, its father, could be fatal. Trust me.”
Gemini was torn between wanting to kick Gasly in the ass and scold him or even kill for what he had done to them, and his desperate desire to save Fourth at all costs. In the end, his common sense won out. He didn't know why their greatest enemy suddenly wanted to help them, but he had a feeling that without this help, it would end in tragedy. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then crouched down next to him and watched carefully as Pierre performed skillful, rhythmic chest compressions. Only now did he notice the change in Nattawat's body.
