GeminiFourth Oneshots!

Guess we're both a little unusual then

The clock ticked closer to midnight. The atmosphere inside the dimly lit bar was electric, the warm golden glow of string lights wrapped around the wooden beams above mixing with the vibrant chatter and clink of glasses. People laughed and celebrated, glasses raised high in a final toast to the year that had just begun to fade away. But Fourth stood at the edge of the crowd, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, untouched.

He wasn't exactly sure why he had come to this party. It wasn't his scene. He wasn't much of a social person, preferring the quiet hum of his apartment and the company of his books over the raucous energy of New Year's Eve revelry. But his best friend had insisted. "It'll be fun!" she had said. "You won't regret it, I promise!" She was probably right, but right now, he wasn't so sure.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he fished it out. A message from his best friend:

"Hope you're having fun! Are you having fun?"

He stared at the screen for a moment, before typing back a simple reply:

"Yeah, it's okay."

He was lying. The music was too loud. The people were too close. Everything felt like a blur of noise and motion, and he longed for the stillness of his own home. As the countdown to midnight began, the room began to pulse with excitement. Fourth took another sip of his drink, trying to ignore the fluttering of nerves in his stomach.

"Hey, you look like you could use another drink."

The voice was calm, cool, and unexpected. Fourth turned to find a stranger standing next to him, leaning casually against the bar. The man was taller than him by a few inches, with a sharp jawline, dark eyes, and hair styled just messy enough to make it look intentional. He wore a well-fitted blazer over a casual shirt, and despite the festive chaos around them, he seemed completely composed.

"Uh, no thanks," Fourth replied, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

The man smiled—a small, knowing smile. "Are you sure? I'm buying you a drink whether you like it or not."

Before Fourth could protest, the stranger waved to the bartender, who nodded and began to prepare a drink. Fourth raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you?"

The stranger raised his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, I guess I should've introduced myself first." He extended his hand, his smile widening. "I'm Gemini."

"Fourth." He shook Gemini's hand awkwardly, surprised by the firm but gentle grip.

Gemini chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You don't look like you're having much fun, Fourth."

"I'm... not really a party person," Fourth admitted, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck. "My friend dragged me here. I was hoping to just enjoy a quiet night."

"Ah, I see," Gemini said, his gaze thoughtful. "You're not the only one."

"You don't seem bothered by it."

Gemini's smile softened, and he shrugged nonchalantly. "I've been to a hundred parties like this. But it's just noise, you know? It's the people that make it interesting."

Fourth was about to respond, but the bartender arrived with their drinks. Gemini took his with a thankful nod, then handed one to Fourth. "I know it's not your scene, but it's New Year's Eve. Let's make a deal. You try to have fun, and I'll help you with that."

Fourth took the drink, still unsure about the situation, but he couldn't deny the curiosity that stirred within him. There was something intriguing about Gemini—his calm demeanor, the way he seemed so at ease in a room full of people, as if he was the center of the storm and not swept up in it.