Thai BL- One Shots

we used to be close

AN: This is a friends to enemies to lovers, so a little angst ahead.

The fluorescent lights of the audition room buzzed, casting an eerie glow on Fourth's nervous face. He glanced at Gemini, who was surprisingly calm, a reassuring smile gracing his lips.

"Ready?" Gemini asked, his voice a low rumble.

Fourth nodded, his throat suddenly dry. "Yeah, let's do this."

Their performance was electric. Fourth, with his raw talent and charisma, ignited the room. Gemini, an unexpected addition, provided the perfect counterpoint, his voice a soothing balm to Fourth's fiery energy. The judges, initially surprised by the impromptu duo, were captivated.

The news came a week later. They had both been impressive, the judges raved, but ultimately, only one spot remained. "We believe Gemini possesses a unique vocal quality with immense potential," the agent explained, his eyes fixed on Gemini. "Congratulations."

Gemini, caught off guard, looked at Fourth. He saw the flicker of hope in Fourth's eyes, the unspoken expectation that he would refuse. "I... I'll do it," Gemini said, his voice barely a whisper.

Fourth's smile froze. The blood drained from his face. "You... you're serious?"

Gemini nodded, avoiding Fourth's gaze. "This is a great opportunity. I... I can't pass it up."

The silence that followed was deafening. Fourth felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Betrayal. That's what it felt like. He had brought Gemini along for support, a shoulder to lean on, not to steal his thunder.

"Congratulations, Gemini," Fourth managed to choke out, his voice laced with bitterness. He turned and walked away, leaving Gemini standing alone, the weight of his decision crashing down on him.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Fourth vanished from Gemini's life. Phone calls went unanswered, texts met with stony silence. The joy of his newfound success was tainted by the constant ache in his chest. He missed Fourth terribly, missed their easy banter, their shared dreams. He realized too late that his ambition had come at a devastating cost.

One rainy evening, Gemini found himself outside Fourth's apartment building, an impulse he couldn't explain. He stood there for hours, watching the rain fall, each drop a tiny echo of his regret. Finally, he left, defeated.

Weeks later, a package arrived at Gemini's doorstep. Inside, a single cassette tape lay nestled in tissue paper. On the label, a single word: "Goodbye."
Gemini pressed play. Fourth's voice, raw and aching, filled the room. It was a song, a beautiful, heartbreaking song about friendship, betrayal, and the enduring pain of a broken heart. As the music faded, Gemini wept, the tears washing away the last vestiges of his triumph.

The fluorescent lights of the dance studio reflected off Fourth's sweat-slicked skin. He pushed himself harder, each move a silent scream of frustration. Gemini's face, plastered across every billboard and magazine cover, haunted him. The constant reminders of his own failure, of the friendship he had sacrificed, fueled an insatiable hunger within him.

He had to prove something, to himself and to Gemini. He had to show him that he didn't need him, that he could achieve greatness on his own. The anger, a venomous serpent, coiled around his heart, driving him forward. He spent hours honing his craft, his voice roughened by countless hours of practice, his body aching from relentless training.

Then came the audition. The series, "Echoes," was unlike anything he had seen before. It was raw, honest, a bold exploration of love and identity. And the role, a struggling musician grappling with his sexuality, resonated deeply with him.