❒ gemini has suspicions about his husband.
or,
where gemini, despite swearing not to care, began questioning fourth's whereabouts after the boy stopped wearing their wedding ring on his finger.
** uppercase intended.
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"You kissed Fourth?!" Satang gasped out loud.
Gemini's hands flew over his face to cover it. "No. He kissed me." The raven corrected.
"My baby boy finally lost his lip virginity!"
He chokes on a cough at that, head snapping to give his friend a disgusted look. "What the fuck?" Gemini cursed as Satang began dramatically clapping his hands.
"This isn't good. I still don't know if he likes me, Tang!"
The other, eyes sharpening in an instance, then slams both of his palms against the desk. He leaned closer to Gemini,
"You're grown men. This is not the age to talk about feelings." The man emphasized, voice now stern. "You're married. You have to kiss him for the rest of your life anyway!"
Gemini released an audible groan at that thought.
Rest of his life? Not if his husband leaves him for his classmate!
Despite his dark face, Satang's lips slowly stretched out into a smirk. He scooted closer to Gemini's chair, before talking in a hushed tone,
"Now tell me all the details, bro. How was the kiss? How did you do it? Could you do it? How long was it?"
This only deepened his grimace. With a nasty glance at his coworker, Gemini roughly pried Satang's fingers off of his arm. "You're acting weird! Have some shame in the workplace." He grumbled despite collectively blushing.
The other scoffed. "Oh my god, you idiot. This is nothing. You're worried over talking about a simple kiss? Wait till—"
"I'm not telling you details. About anything."
—
It's lunch break now.
Gemini stood in line at the cafeteria, his eyes scanning the menu displayed on the board above the serving counter. The scent of instant coffee and day old bread mingled amidst the air. Inside, it's bustling with activity as employees chat about tiresome meetings and compete about who had the most work to finish today.
The line for lunch is currently packed, leaving him to stand there as he awaits his turn.
Behind Gemini was a known coworker of his, who peered from over his shoulder with curiosity. "You never eat from here. What's up?" The man arched a brow.
Truth be told, he's pretty well known amongst his colleagues for complaining about the food here. They served stale, tasteless food and the portions weren't generous either. Now he looked like a total hypocrite sweating in line for his turn.
However, the fever got the best of him. He felt too sick to prepare something the night before, or even buy anything from outside. Therefore he really had no other option today.
