"There were kisses on your skin that didn't belong to me. And yet I kept leaving mine - desperate, reckless, as if carving them deep enough would make you mine again." Gawin was a creature of beauty and ruin, worshiped and desired, yet untouched by any tether of affection. To him, love was a fleeting amusement; Sex, a temporary shelter; People, mere moments on an endless road he never meant to walk with anyone. Joss knew this. Joss stayed anyway. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!

A serial killer Gemini, nicknamed "Laughing Man" escapes from prison. What will happen when he breaks into the house of two lovers? *** GeminiFourth one shot; Please keep in mind that this story is a work of fiction. That does not accurately depict people in their real lives. It is purely for entertainment purposes. Inspired by tiktok trend.

"Maybe in.. another universe?" His voice was shaking. "What if this was the only universe you asked me to get on the gondola?" -- This is a small story based on the song 'Sailor' by Gigi Perez. I took a few references from a few poems I saw under this sound. I tried to write something different although I'm not very good at this genre. I used my comfort characters, the people I'm comfortable writing with. So I hope you'll enjoy it! #geminifourth

my own version of ticket to heaven

Gemini Norawit, a renowned doctor, practices at a Bangkok hospital owned by his family. Despite his young age of 26, he has achieved remarkable success in his profession. However, his relentless pursuit of excellence has taken a toll on his health. Concerned for his well-being, his parents decided to grant him a few months of rest to focus on his health. Seeking a peaceful retreat, the renowned doctor searched for a secluded house, ideally situated far from any bustling neighborhoods. After an extensive search, he finally found the perfect place.However, he was surprised to learn that the owner of the house was a blind man.

Every night at 12:05 AM, the messages come. He ignores them. But his body doesn't. The bruises. The whispers. The pleasure-felt but never given. Someone is trying to take him. Or maybe, he was never his to begin with.