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The Saturday morning air was minty—something Fourth Nattawat hasn’t experienced in his entire 20 year old life. Thailand’s heat usually seeped into every morning, but not today, as he sat in the passenger seat of his mother’s vehicle, watching the background blur into the distance. Something about speed always managed to make Fourth’s heart soar, but it was too disappointing, his mom never speeds, especially not after… Fourth rested his forehead against the cool glass, sighing softly, as the breath misted on it. He traced his index finger on the misted window aimlessly—remembering, memorizing. Missing.

“Fourth?” His mom started, sparing a glance at her son, who was spaced out.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning to face her.

“You okay there, luk?” She asked, looking at him for a second before focusing on the road. “Am I driving too fast?”

“No—“ Fourth started, as a soft smile—a reassuring smile grazed his lips. “This is alright, Mae”

Not enough. Never enough.

Fourth’s mom nodded, but the smile she dared on her lips wasn’t permanent. He was sure that she didn’t want to delve into the past, especially since she was starting a new life with a new husband now. Fourth was genuinely happy to see her smile at her wedding, to see the gleam she’d lost years ago, return. Ever since the day she lost not one, but two of the most important people in her life, she had tried her best to take care of Fourth, since he was eight years old back then. It’s been twelve years and his mom had finally opened her heart to someone else and Fourth couldn’t be any happier. And if that new beginning brought him into a whole new neighborhood, with a step father and a step brother who was a year older than him, then that was still alright with him.

He hadn’t met Anurak Tangsakyuen’s son yet, since he had an exam on their wedding day. But from what he had heard from his mom and Anurak, Phuwin was a bright student at Chulalongkorn University and was even in the football team. That was actually the reason why Fourth knew that he and Phuwin would get along fine. Fourth was the captain of his school’s football team as well. And even though it was a local school, they even went to national events. They were a top league—probably in the top 3 best football teams in Thailand. And that’s how he earned a scholarship to Chula and why he was on his way to Bangkok from Pattaya, his hometown. 

As the city came into view, Fourth sat up, watching the vehicles zoom past and people walk around in a hurry. Bangkok was definitely not how he expected it to be. It wasn’t as cinematic as movies showed. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t picturesque. It was a sleepy old town where people sat down outside restaurants, eating, smoking, drinking. Fourth’s eyebrows furrowed even harder seeing a group of girls and boys huddle around something. He lifted himself in the seat, trying to see what they were giggling over but the scenery passed too soon. His mom was focused on the road, but even she gasped seeing how loud the city was—something neither of them had expected. 

Fourth looked over at his mother as they both burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of this town. Where did all the romance go? However Fourth’s smile faltered when he saw two boys, holding hands and crossing the street. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, sparing a glance at his mother who was watching the boys with a thin smile on her face. He blinked, looking away, as the traffic lights turned green again. 

He hadn’t really had time to date anyone in his previous school, keep away exploring his sexuality. But he had an inkling that the reason why he wasn’t dating wasn’t only because he was busy with studies and football. No one really caught his attention. And his mother had never asked him about it. Fourth sighed again, as he continued to watch the scenery blend into the background.

The Tangsakyuen mansion was enormous, and much bigger than any mansion Fourth had ever seen. There were tall trees surrounding the white washed mansion that sat in the middle, right in front of a fountain. Fourth’s mouth fell open at the beauty of it all and even his mom gasped in surprise.

“Damn” Fourth’s mom muttered, almost to herself as Fourth chuckled at her expression.

“Good work, kiddo” Fourth teased, leaning towards his mother as she turned around the corner. “You definitely married into money”

“I’ll give you pocket allowance everyday, Por kha” his mother teased back, with a soft laugh making Fourth grin as well.

They parked right at the entrance as a valet came over to open the doors of the vehicle. Fourth stepped out, into a literal dream as he took in the first breath of what would probably be the remaining years of his life. This place even smelled rich—like impossibly rich. Fourth grabbed his bag as he watched a couple of servants drag both of their suitcases inside. Before they could step in, however, Anurak Tangsakyuen walked outside, followed by a young man—closer to Fourth’s age—Phuwin. 

Anurak Tangsakyuen was a handsome man. He was tall, had broad shoulders, a mustache that framed his thin lips and dark eyes that Fourth was sure could practically see through him. He had a relaxed aura about him—something unexpected, as Fourth had only seen him in suits before, and that too, briefly. Now he was dressed in khaki slacks and a light yellow cotton shirt, untucked. 

Phuwin in the meantime was tall, just like his dad, but there was a certain beauty the boy carried that made Fourth stare. He had seen handsome boys, even pretty ones, but Phuwin was a completely different beauty. He was in black slacks and a black t-shirt that was half untucked in the back. He had wispy hair, dark brown, and his dark eyes were narrowed at Fourth who swallowed nervously. 

Phuwin was handsome, really handsome. He had doe eyes and a nose so perfect that Fourth knew he must have a girlfriend or at least admirers. He also looked well built—perhaps he went to the gym too often. Fourth rarely went to the gym, his muscles were built only from training for football matches.

He gave Fourth a once over before rolling his eyes and Fourth controlled himself from bursting out loud with laughter.

Phuwin was definitely sassy.

“Welcome, my love” Anurak started, his bass voice echoing all around the mansion as Fourth’s mom flushed under his endearment.

They were both hugged by the owner of the mansion before Phuwin was showed to the front. Fourth shook his hand, giving him a soft smile, but Phuwin just sighed and stepped back behind his father again. Fourth’s room was enormous—so much larger than the tiny, crammed bedroom he had back in Pattaya. The ceilings stretched higher than he could’ve imagined, a chandelier hanging right in the middle. The queen-sized bed was dressed in crisp white sheets, the floor polished until it reflected his sneakers, and the glass windows stretched across an entire wall, opening into a balcony that overlooked the garden and fountain.

“Woah,” Fourth muttered under his breath, dropping his bag on the carpet.

“Don’t get too excited,” a voice drawled from behind him.

Fourth turned to see Phuwin leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Up close, Phuwin looked even sharper—hair styled neatly, posture upright like he belonged in this mansion, in this perfect life. Which… he did.

Fourth wasn’t usually friendly with strangers. Hell, he stayed far from them. But Anurak wasn’t a stranger anymore. And his step brother wasn’t either. His mother had asked him to befriend Phuwin and Fourth had reluctantly agreed to it.

He smiled, trying to break the ice, as he walked from one window to the other. “You always this friendly to new people?”

Phuwin raised an eyebrow. “Only to ones who move into my house without asking.”

Fourth let out a small chuckle, not offended in the least. He had expected this.

“Fair enough. Still, you could’ve at least said ‘nice room’ or something. You know, like a big brother.”

“I’m not your brother,” Phuwin replied quickly, but his ears went a little red at the word. He stepped into the room anyway, glancing around like he was inspecting it. “Besides, my dad asked me to… show you around. So don’t think this means I like you. I’m just doing what he told me to”

“So in other words, you’re a pushover” 

“Hey!” Phuwin paused, offended.

Fourth tilted his head, amused at how defensive Phuwin was. “Relax, I’m not asking you to be my best friend.” He paused, then added casually, “But I did hear you play football.”

That got Phuwin’s attention. His brows furrowed. “Who told you that?”

“My mom. And your dad. And honestly, the way you walk kinda screams football player,” Fourth said, grinning. “I play too. Captain, actually.”

Phuwin blinked. For the first time, his guarded look cracked into something else—curiosity. “Captain? At your school?”

“Yep. Took our team to nationals. Top three in the country.” Fourth puffed his chest just a little, teasingly.

“Sure. Anyone can say that.” Phuwin scoffed, but the corner of his lips twitched upward. “Did you get here by scholarship?”

Fourth nodded, pacing his fingers on the windowsill as he looked over. Phuwin had walked closer as he stood by the other end of the window, staring at Fourth, curiously.

“You do look like a footballer” Phuwin admitted, as a mischievous smile grazed his lips. “But can you play with a football champion as myself? I’m the captain of the Chula team”

“Wanna test it?” Fourth challenged looking over at Phuwin, raising his brows. “One on one.”

That was the first time Phuwin fully smirked. “You’re cocky. But fine. After lunch, I’ll drag you to the field. Get ready to cry, Nong.”

***

Phuwin was true to his word. Fourth barely had time to finish his glass of water before Phuwin grabbed his wrist and yanked him out of the dining hall, ignoring their parents’ amused stares.

“Oi—at least let me change!” Fourth protested, stumbling after him.

“Are you scared?” Phuwin asked instead as Fourth’s eyes darkened with confidence.

“You wish!” Fourth replied, lips curling into a smile. “But I’m still in my—”

“No excuses,” Phuwin shot back, his steps brisk. “You wanted to prove yourself, right? Then let’s see what you’ve got.”

The football field stretched wide behind the school grounds, its grass freshly cut and lines painted sharp. Fourth felt his pulse quicken at the sight—it smelled like home, like every early morning practice and late-night game he had lived for. Football was home to him—and ever since he left Pattaya, he had feared that he wouldn’t get to play football again. It hasn’t even been a day yet and Fourth was already living his dream life. 

“Ball’s in the shed,” Phuwin said, tossing him one after unlocking it. “First to five goals wins.”

Fourth caught the ball easily, smirking. “Hope you’re ready to lose in front of your new little brother.”

“Oh, let’s see. Are you ready to lose in front of the captain of the Chula football team?” Phuwin asked, kicking off his shoes and jogging onto the field.

Fourth didn’t answer, but his confidence built up once again. He kicked off his shoes as well, walking into the field. Minutes later, the game began. Fourth was quick on his feet, his style more playful and unpredictable, while Phuwin was disciplined, sharp, and controlled. Their bodies collided more than once, shoulders bumping hard, laughter escaping despite themselves. Phuwin’s tense shoulders were relaxed as he let himself smile more that once at Fourth.

“You’re fast,” Phuwin admitted through panting breaths, blocking Fourth’s shot with impressive skill.

“And you’re too serious,” Fourth teased, darting past him with a grin. “Football’s supposed to be fun, you know.”

For the first time that day, Phuwin laughed—a short, unguarded sound that surprised even him. Fourth smiled to himself, as he dribbled the ball around the other, enjoying the way Phuwin was giggling so happily. And Fourth thought, maybe this new life wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

When they returned back, drenched in sweat, both boys looked like they had been through war. Fourth’s hair clung to his forehead, his shirt sticking to his skin, while Phuwin’s usually composed self was ruined by grass stains and a stubborn grin he was trying not to show.

They stepped into the living room, only to be greeted by the sight of their parents waiting on the sofas. Anurak was seated straight-backed, hands clasped together like a judge ready to pronounce a sentence, while Fourth’s mom perched beside him, smiling nervously.

“Sit,” Anurak said, gesturing to the couch opposite them.

Fourth glanced at Phuwin, raising an eyebrow. “Are we in trouble already?”

“Just sit,” Phuwin muttered, tugging him down onto the cushions.

Anurak’s voice was deep and steady. “Since this is the first day you’re living together under one roof, it’s important we lay down some ground rules. This house will only work if both of you respect each other.”

Phuwin slouched back, rolling his eyes. “I already said I’ll look after him.”

Fourth’s eyes twinkled at that statement, feeling much at home as ever. His mother looked over at him as well, sneaking a quick wink. Fourth sucked his lips in, trying to stop himself from smiling.

He has an elder brother!

“Looking after someone is not the same as respecting them,” Anurak cut sharply, making Phuwin shut his mouth. He turned his gaze to Fourth. “Fourth, as you know, Chulalongkorn University has very high standards. I’ve invested in getting you admitted, and I expect you to keep up with the discipline they demand. Phuwin can guide you.”

Fourth nodded politely, trying not to shrink under the man’s intense stare. “Yes, sir.”

His mom placed a gentle hand on his knee. “It’ll be different from Pattaya, luk. University life is… another world. But I know you’ll do well.”

Phuwin snorted. “As long as he doesn’t embarrass me.”

Fourth shot him a sideways glare. “Says the guy who almost lost to me earlier.”

“Almost?” Phuwin straightened, indignant. “I was going easy on you—”

“Enough.” Anurak’s palm came down on the armrest, silencing both of them. “I don’t care if you play football in the backyard or bicker in your rooms, but outside this house, you two represent this family”

Fourth looked over at Phuwin who was staring at his hands, as if he had committed a crime while his mother looked over at Fourth with a soft nod—assuring him. Fourth swallowed before looking over at Anurak, who stared at him for a while, waiting for acknowledgment.

“Yes… Sir” Fourth replied, voice trembling.

“Now that you’re under this roof, Fourth, there are some expectations,” he began, his deep voice echoing in the high-ceilinged room. “This family has a name, a reputation. You are no longer in Pattaya—you will begin your university life here at Bangkok—at a very prestigious university too. That place shapes leaders, not hooligans. I expect you to focus on your studies and your sport—which your mother has told me about before, and I expect you”—his gaze flicked to Phuwin—“to make sure he stays on track.”

Phuwin groaned. “I’m not his babysitter—”

“You’ll look out for him,” Anurak interrupted sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. “The two of you will be brothers from now on. I don’t want to hear of fights, scandals, or reckless behavior. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Fourth said, polite but guarded.

“Fine,” Phuwin muttered, but without any bite.

Fourth leaned back, crossing his arms. “Don’t worry. I know how to keep myself in check.”

But inwardly, he wasn’t so sure. He was finally beginning his university life, and he was already shouldered responsibilities. He swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in his throat before looking over at his mother who gave him an encouraging smile.

He had a quick shower before sprawling on his bed, letting his fingers turn the pages of the university guide that had mysteriously appeared on his bed. He stared at the accolades, the achievements, the A-liners, the sports until his fingers paused on a specific sport—street racing. He stared at it, at the racers who were in full gear, his fingers trailing along the cars. He sighed, before he turned the page to the other sports.

There was a soft knock on his door, as Fourth looked up, watching his mother walk in with a smile and a small tray filled with fruits. Fourth sat up, closing the guide as his mother gently placed the tray in front of him.

“Since when do you cut up fruits for me?” He asked, cocking one eyebrow at her.

His mother only rolled her eyes before gently slapping his head. “Is that the way to talk to your Mae?”

Fourth grinned, gently nudging her shoulder with his own, before grabbing a piece of kiwi and putting it in his mouth. His mother stared at him, affectionately.

“Are you excited for tomorrow, nhoo?”

Fourth looked over at her, still munching. “Hmm. I mean, I am. But I’m also a bit nervous”

His mother pulled him into her arms, running her fingers through his hair as he sighed, content. “Everything is gonna be alright, nhoo. I know it’s going to be tough a bit, but you’re strong—not just physically either. You’ll make new friends along with your new brother and you’ll make our family proud. I know that”

“Are you sure, Mae?” Fourth asked, lifting his head.

“Positive” She pressed a gently kiss on his head. “Now go and brush your teeth so you can sleep early and wake up early for your new university”

Fourth nodded before popping one last piece of fruit in his mouth. He watched his mother walk away before throwing the guide onto the table next to the bed. Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom, pausing when he saw a figure move outside. Fourth leaned against the window, watching Phuwin, who was dressed completely in black and a black leather jacket, jump over some bushes, sneaking out into the driveway. He stared as the boy slowly opened the gate and sneaked out before the sound of a motorcycle speeding away cut through the night.

Fourth’s eyes furrowed in confusion before he shrugged and walked into the bathroom.

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When Fourth woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly inside his room. He groaned, hiding his face in the soft pillows as the curtains were drawn by a servant he had never seen in his life before. He gasped, sitting up as the servant just bowed deeply and fled the room nervously. Fourth scratched the back of his head as he looked over at this wardrobe, where his uniform was hung, pressed and ready to wear. 

How on earth did everything get ready before he even woke up? 

“Dobby?” He muttered softly, before realizing how ridiculous he sounded.

He grabbed his phone from his nightstand, ignoring the LINE messages that kept popping up from his friends. It was 6 AM. He sighed, before dragging himself out from his comfortable bed. He had a quick shower, not dwelling on the fact that even his undergarments were ready inside the washroom, as if there actually were house elves at work in this mansion. 

The smell of warm food wafted around the mansion as he walked down the stairs, fully dressed. Anurak, his mom and Phuwin were seated at the table, as they all looked over at him as he walked down. Phuwin groaned, balancing his head on his hand as he kept chugging at an orange juice. He looked hungover.

“Good morning” Fourth grinned at everyone as Anurak gave him a nod, returning to his newspaper and Phuwin groaned again.

“Good morning, luk” his mom chirped, before patting the seat next to her.

He sat down, staring at the array of warm food spread in front of him. He blinked, before grabbing a couple of toast. Anurak folded his newspaper before looking over at the two boys who looked polar opposites.

“The driver will take the two of you today to university” he said, voice still loud and commanding. “Since Phuwin keeps forgetting the rules. But from tomorrow onwards, you’ll go with Phuwin in his vehicle. Do you understand?”

Fourth nodded before looking over at his mother who gave him a smile and an acknowledging nod. Both boys sat in the backseat of the car as it drove out the mansion and towards the university. Fourth was still excited, watching the newly awoken city get into action. Phuwin was still nursing his hangover, as he leaned against the glass with his eyes closed.

“You okay?” Fourth asked, earning a grumble from the other.

When the vehicle came to a stop at the university, the boys stepped out, and Fourth watched in wonder as university students brushed past him, talking and giggling. Some were even running towards the building, holding bags, artworks, carefully constructed miniature buildings and even large electronics. Fourth stared in wonder, as Phuwin yawned next to him.

“Go to the administration at the building over there” Phuwin said, blocking his yawn with his hand. “They’ll tell you everything you want to know”

Fourth nodded, not trusting his mouth to construct any words.

“Oh also, give me your phone” Phuwin said, stretching his hand as Fourth handed it to him, confused. He watched Phuwin’s fingers dance across the screen before he stretched it out back to him. “Call me before lunch, okay? I want to introduce you to the football coach”

And with that, he waved at Fourth before disappearing into the crowd, still holding his head. Fourth stared at him before looking at the building Phuwin pointed at and trudging towards it tiredly. His step father had informed Phuwin to take care of him, but this was the most that Phuwin did. It was valid, however. They met for the first time yesterday. Besides, Fourth can’t ask for a mile when he’s given an inch after all.

He pulled the straps of his bag before walking towards the building with his admission slip. The administration office was busier than Fourth had expected. Students were crowding the corridor, some chattering nervously while others stood in groups, laughing too loudly for such an early morning. Fourth swallowed, trying to ground himself as he checked the slip in his hand again.

The door to the office was half open, a secretary walking in and out with stacks of files. Fourth leaned against the wall, waiting for his turn, when his eyes snagged on someone across the hall.

A boy.

He stood near the counter, tall and effortlessly composed, dressed in the same white uniform shirt as everyone else but somehow wearing it like it had been made for him. His sleeves were folded neatly to the elbows, exposing lean forearms, and his shirt was tucked in just enough to look careless yet deliberate. His dark hair fell over his forehead in soft strands, catching the light, and when he tilted his head, Fourth caught a sharp profile—high nose, strong jawline, lips pressed in quiet patience.

Fourth didn’t usually stare. He wasn’t the type. But his gaze was constant on the boy like a hook in water.

As if sensing it, the boy looked up.

Their eyes met.

It was only a moment—a fleeting glance—but Fourth felt his chest tighten, heat spreading under his collar. Those eyes were darker than he expected, sharp yet… curious. For a split second, it was as though the boy wasn’t just noticing him but seeing him.

The corner of the boy’s lips tugged upward, faint, almost like a smirk.

Fourth snapped his gaze away, ears warming. He busied himself with adjusting the strap of his bag, pretending to be fascinated by the crack on the tiled floor. His heart was beating too fast, and he hated that he couldn’t control it.

Before he could steal another look, a voice called from inside the office:

“Nattawat Jirochtikul?”

Fourth blinked, realizing that was him. He shoved his slip into his pocket and hurried inside, not daring to glance back. The office smelled faintly of old paper and fresh ink. Ceiling fans creaked above, doing little to battle the heat inside. Fourth stepped up to the counter, trying to ignore the way his palms were slick against his admission slip.

A woman in her late thirties looked up from behind a desk, her glasses slipping down her nose as she scanned him with brisk efficiency.

“Name?”

“Fourth—uh—Nattawat Jirochtikul” His voice wavered slightly, and he cleared his throat.

The woman hummed, rifling through a stack of folders before pulling one out. She slid it across to him. “You’ll be joining the Faculty of Law, right? Your student ID card is inside along with your timetable, orientation details, and building map. Keep this safe.”

Fourth nodded quickly, clutching the folder like it was gold. “Khob khun krub.”

“Your first lecture starts in twenty minutes,” the woman added, already moving on to the next student. “Room 3B, east wing. Someone will guide you.”

A younger staff member stepped from behind the counter, motioning Fourth to follow. Fourth glanced once over his shoulder as he was led out—toward the tall boy he had noticed earlier—but the boy was already gone.

***

The east wing corridors were huge; spread out like wings. Students spilled into hallways, laughter bouncing off the walls. Fourth tried to memorize the path—two staircases, left turn, another long corridor—until finally the staff member stopped at a set of double doors.

“Here,” she said. “Lecture hall 3B.”

Fourth swallowed, adjusted his bag strap, and stepped inside. The hall was massive, filled with rows of sloping seats, already half-packed with students. Conversations buzzed all around. He hesitated near the door, unsure where to go, until a familiar voice called out.

“Oi! Over here!”

Fourth turned to see Phuwin waving lazily from the middle row. Relief washed over him, and he quickly made his way up the steps. Phuwin had kicked his bag into the empty seat beside him, saving the spot.

“Didn’t think you’d make it in one piece,” Phuwin teased, sliding his bag to the floor.

“You’re hilarious” Fourth muttered, sinking into the seat with a huff.

Phuwin smirked before gesturing to the two boys seated next to him. “Since you’re officially my responsibility, might as well meet my people.”

The first was almost as tall as Fourth, and an easy smile resting on his tan face. His hair was long, as he pushed the strands back on his face before offering Fourth a fist bump.

“Satang Kitiphop. Don’t believe anything Phuwin tells you about me—he’s jealous of my good looks.”

“Shut up,” Phuwin muttered under his breath, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

The second boy was taller but has mischievous eyes and his expression was calmer, more observant. His smile was warm when he offered it, though.

“Mark Pakin,” he said simply, extending a hand.

Fourth shook it, feeling the firm grip. “Fourth.”

“Fourth,” Satang repeated with a whistle. “Like the number. That’s a cool name. So you’re the new stepbrother we’ve been hearing about, huh?”

Fourth raised an eyebrow. “Already? What else did he say about me?”

“That you’re annoying,” Phuwin muttered, pulling his notebook out.

Satang chuckled. “Which probably means he likes you.”

“Ai Tang—” Phuwin started, glaring.

Fourth couldn’t help but laugh, tension bleeding from his shoulders as he leaned back in his seat. The lecturer finally arrived, an older man with silver-framed glasses and a commanding presence that hushed the room instantly. Fourth scrambled to flip open his notebook, pen poised, but the first few minutes went right over his head. Between the nerves of a new environment, the speed of the lecture, and the sheer number of students tapping on laptops like a well-trained orchestra, he felt… out of place.

His handwriting was messier than usual, the page already smudged from his palm. When the professor wrote something on the board, Fourth leaned forward, trying to copy it down. Phuwin noticed and sighed, dragging Fourth’s notebook toward him with one hand. With the other, he neatly copied the same sentence in clearer writing.

“There,” Phuwin muttered, sliding it back.

Fourth blinked at him. “What are you—”

“You’ll thank me later,” Phuwin whispered, eyes glued to the front again.

Fourth smirked faintly. He wasn’t sure if this was Phuwin being bossy, helpful, or both. By the time the lecture ended, Fourth’s head was spinning. Students stretched, shuffled, and began filing out, chattering about assignments already. Fourth groaned, leaning back in his chair.

“Intense, right?” Satang asked, slinging his bag over one shoulder. “First week’s always like this. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up.”

Mark nodded in agreement. “If you need notes, I usually type everything. Easier to read than…” he glanced meaningfully at Fourth’s notebook, “…that.”

Fourth laughed nervously. “Thanks. Might actually take you up on that.”

Phuwin yawned, stretching his arms. “Lunch?”

Satang grinned. “Cafeteria run. Let’s show our baby how bad the food is.”

“Oi,” Fourth cut in, standing. “Don’t call me baby.”

“Then don’t act like one,” Phuwin shot back, though his tone carried less venom than yesterday.

Fourth narrowed his eyes but followed anyway. The cafeteria was chaos—lines of students spilling out the doors, trays clattering, voices overlapping. Fourth hesitated at the entrance, taking in the overwhelming scene, but Phuwin nudged his shoulder.

“Stick with us. First-timers always get eaten alive if they don’t know how to order fast.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Fourth muttered.

They grabbed food—rice and stir-fry, quick and safe—before claiming a table in the corner. Satang immediately started telling a story about their football team’s last match, using exaggerated hand gestures that made even Mark laugh softly.

Fourth found himself smiling, leaning in to catch every word. He didn’t realize until halfway through the meal that Phuwin was watching him carefully, like he was trying to measure how well Fourth fit into this new circle.

Fourth caught his gaze. “What? Got something on my face?”

Phuwin shook his head quickly, stabbing at his food. “Nothing. Just… you’re quieter than I expected.”

Fourth raised a brow. “You’ll regret saying that once you get to know me.”

Satang laughed so hard he nearly choked on his rice. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

In the evening after classes ended, Phuwin decided that Fourth should meet the football coach. The football field stretched wide under the sun, a crisp green against the bleachers. Fourth squinted as he followed Phuwin across, the weight of his bag dragging against his shoulder.

“What are we doing here?” he asked, scanning the scattered groups of players warming up.

“Tryouts,” Phuwin replied casually, as though it were obvious. “You said you used to play, right?”

Fourth frowned. “Yeah, but it’s the first day.”

Phuwin smirked. “Relax. It’s just tryouts. Coach wants new blood. Worst case, you embarrass yourself and we all laugh.”

“Wow, thanks for the encouragement,” Fourth muttered, but there was no chance to argue—because suddenly Phuwin was waving him over.

“Coach! This is the… friend I told you about—Fourth. He’s solid, trust me.”

The coach, a burly man with a clipboard and a whistle around his neck, looked Fourth up and down. “Jirochtikul, right? Played midfield?”

Fourth blinked. “Uh… yeah. How’d you—”

“Phuwin’s got a big mouth,” the coach interrupted. “Good. We’ll slot you in. Change over there.” He jerked his chin toward the benches.

Mark grinned like a proud parent. “Look at you! Not even here a full day and already on the field.”

Fourth rolled his eyes, muttering, “I haven’t even agreed yet.”

But his hands were already unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, tugging it loose. By the time he jogged onto the grass in borrowed gear, the tryouts were buzzing with energy. Fourth’s muscles hummed with familiarity, and though his heart raced, it wasn’t all nerves—it was anticipation.

Mark cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted from the sidelines, “Go, Fourth! Show them what you’re made of!”

Fourth grinned at him before looking over at Phuwin and Satang, who were standing at the sidelines, watching. On the far side of the bleachers, a pair of girls had settled into the shade.

Prim Chanikarn crossed one leg over the other, sunglasses perched on her head like a crown. Everyone knew her—the kind of girl who could walk into a room and own it without a word. She was already scrolling through her phone, half-distracted, but when the new boy jogged onto the field, her attention snagged.

“Who’s that?” she asked idly.

Tu, sitting beside her with a soft smile, followed her gaze. “The new transfer, I think. Phuwin’s friend.”

Prim tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “He’s cute.”

Tu laughed lightly. “You think everyone’s cute.”

“Not everyone,” Prim said, lips curving into a smirk. “Just the ones worth noticing.”

She leaned back against the bench, arms folded, watching Fourth move across the pitch. “He doesn’t look nervous. That’s interesting.”

Tu tilted her head thoughtfully. “He looks… kind of earnest. Like he’s trying to prove himself.”

“Exactly,” Prim replied. “That makes him even cuter.”

Tu shook her head, smiling. “Don’t start. You’re still not talking to—” She stopped herself, choosing her words carefully. “…him.”

Prim waved it off with a sharp laugh. “Please. We’re off. Which means I can look wherever I want.”

And right now, her eyes were firmly locked on Fourth. The whistle blew sharp and clean, slicing through the chatter. Fourth jolted forward, sliding into position like it was instinct. The ball spun across the grass, and though the field was full of eager bodies, his eyes tracked it as if nothing else existed.

One of the senior players tried to cut him off, shoulder-checking him with a grin that was more challenge than defense. Fourth gritted his teeth and dug in his heels. He stole the ball with a swift pivot, body twisting low, and then he was off—feet pounding, weaving between players with sharp, efficient turns.

“Good footwork,” the coach muttered around his whistle, scribbling something on the clipboard. His brows lifted as Fourth sidestepped another player and sent the ball arcing cleanly across the pitch to a waiting striker.

Mark leapt to his feet on the sidelines, clapping wildly. “That’s my boy! Look at him go!”

Phuwin smirked, arms crossed, but there was pride hiding under the casual expression. From the bleachers, Prim’s lips parted in surprise. She had expected the new boy to stumble through the tryout, maybe make a fool of himself. Instead, he was moving with the confidence of someone who knew the field like the back of his hand.

“…Okay,” she said slowly, leaning forward, sunglasses sliding down her nose. “He’s better than I thought.”

Tu nodded, eyes sparkling. “He’s… really good. He looks like he belongs out there.”

“Belongs?” Prim echoed, amused. “He looks like he owns it.”

She watched Fourth chase down another pass, his movements quick and sharp, his determination almost palpable even from a distance. The sweat sticking to his hair didn’t dull him—it made him look alive.

Fourth’s chest burned, lungs screaming as the ball came back to him. A senior blocked his path, grinning cockily. Fourth faked left, then burst right, leaving the older boy cursing in his wake. With one clean strike, he sent the ball soaring toward the net. The thud of it hitting the back of the goal rang out across the pitch. Cheers erupted from the sidelines.

Mark whooped so loud it echoed. “GOAL! That’s what I’m talking about!”

Even the coach cracked a grin, scribbling furiously on the clipboard. “Jirochtikul, you might just be a keeper.”

Fourth slowed, breath ragged, but a smile spread across his face despite himself. For the first time since stepping foot in this university, he felt like he fit.

And from the corner of the bleachers, Prim was still watching him, lips curved in a slow, knowing smile. Tu clapped softly beside her, whispering, “He’s going to stand out. I can tell.”

Prim tilted her head, eyes never leaving him. “Oh, he already does.”

The whistle blew again, signaling the end of the scrimmage. Fourth bent over, hands on his knees, sweat dripping into the grass. His chest heaved, but there was a grin on his face that he couldn’t hide. It had been good—better than he expected. He’d missed the burn of the game.

“Nice work,” the coach barked, clapping his clipboard shut. “Report here tomorrow. We’ll run drills and see where to place you.”

Fourth blinked, straightening. “Wait, does that mean I—?”

“You’re on the roster,” the coach interrupted, already turning away.

Mark whooped so loud it turned heads. “YES! I knew it, I knew you’d smash it!” He rushed forward, nearly tackling Fourth in a sweaty hug. “Our rookie star!”

Fourth laughed, half-shoving him off. “Relax, I just got lucky out there.”

“Lucky, my ass,” Phuwin muttered from the bench, smirking but clearly pleased. “You actually played like you had a brain. That’s rare for you.”

Fourth flipped him off, grinning despite himself. On the bleachers, Prim crossed her legs and clapped slowly, smirk tugging at her lips. Tu smiled politely beside her, but it was Prim’s gaze that lingered—sharp, predatory. She tapped her nails against her phone, eyes locked on Fourth even as the team began dispersing.

Satang noticed first. He followed her line of sight, his jaw tightening. “Shit.”

Phuwin caught it too. His smirk dropped, replaced by a scowl. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Mark glanced between them, confused. “What?”

Satang nudged his chin toward the bleachers. “Look at Prim.”

Sure enough, Prim was openly watching Fourth, lips curved in amusement like she’d already made up her mind about something. Tu whispered something to her, but she just waved it off, eyes never leaving the field.

Phuwin cursed under his breath. “That’s trouble.”

Fourth, toweling off his face, caught their dark expressions and frowned. “What? Why are you looking at me like I just murdered someone?”

Satang gave him a long, almost pitying look. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Fourth blinked. “Know what?”

Phuwin slung an arm around his shoulder, dragging him in like he was about to explain the rules of survival.

“That girl? The one who hasn’t stopped staring at you?”

Fourth followed his gaze, heart stumbling when he realized Prim was indeed still looking his way. She gave the tiniest tilt of her head, a smile flickering across her lips before she turned back to her phone.

“Yeah?” Fourth asked slowly.

Phuwin sighed. “She’s Prim. The queen bee around here. And more importantly…” He exchanged a loaded glance with Satang. “…she’s his girl. On and off. Mostly off. But still his.”

Fourth tilted his head, confused. “Whose?”

Mark scratched the back of his neck, nervous for the first time that day. “Let’s just say… someone you really don’t want noticing you. And he will notice if she does.”

Fourth frowned, towel still in hand. “You guys are being cryptic as hell. Who is this guy? What’s the big deal?”

Phuwin clapped him on the back, tone grim. “Trust me. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Satang muttered, half under his breath, “And when you do, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

Fourth stood there in stunned silence as the three of them started packing up, still none the wiser.

Chapter Text

That evening as well Fourth watched Phuwin sneak out into the garden, but this time, Fourth was ready. He was dressed in a faded denim trouser and a black t-shirt, not putting much thought into what he wore. He sneaked out as well, following Phuwin into the cold wintry air. Fourth kept to the darker edges of the garden, trailing behind his step-brother like a silent shadow. Phuwin glanced around once or twice, wary, but never noticed him.

Eventually, Phuwin unlocked his car with a quiet beep. The headlights flared briefly before dimming back to sleep mode. He slid into the driver’s seat, and just as he was about to start the engine—

“Going somewhere?”

Phuwin jolted so hard he nearly hit his head on the roof. “Shit—Fourth!” His eyes were wide, his voice half-whisper, half-screech. “What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that?”

Fourth smirked, leaning casually against the passenger side door. “I could ask you the same thing. You’ve been sneaking out at night. Thought I’d follow and find out why.”

Phuwin groaned, throwing his head back against the headrest. “It’s been two days and you’re already a pain”

Fourth smiled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat before Phuwin could protest. “So? Where are we going?”

“I’m going somewhere” Phuwin replied, turning to face him with a grimace. “You are going back to sleep or whatever you do at night”

“Maybe I’ll go and hang out with our dad then” Fourth replied, grabbing the handle with a mischievous grin as he felt Phuwin’s hand on his wrist, stopping him.

“You’re such a pain” Phuwin groaned, leaning his head on the steering wheel before looking over at the over-excited puppy next to him. 

Fourth hasn’t even settled down completely and he was already blackmailing Phuwin into submission. Either he had to take Fourth with him and risk getting caught by his dad, or leave Fourth and risk getting caught by his dad. He’s gonna get caught by his dad either way.

Phuwin narrowed his eyes on him. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

Fourth raised his hand like he was swearing an oath. “My lips are sealed. Now drive.”

Phuwin muttered something incoherent under his breath but eventually started the car. The low rumble filled the quiet night, and soon they were slipping out onto the road. Fourth stared at Phuwin for a while noticing how different he was today compared to yesterday. 

When he first met his step-brother, he was standoff-ish, egoism and pride reeked from him in waves. After beating him in a lazy game of football that evening, Phuwin changed—letting himself smile for the first time since Fourth met him. Then he had somewhat helped him out at university too and introduced him to his friends as well. And now, Fourth was joining him in his nightly sneak outs too—albeit forcefully. The jury is still out with his friends but Fourth can confidently say that he was liking his step-brother already. 

By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, Fourth realized exactly what this was. The sound reached him first—deep, throaty engines revving in the distance, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional cheer. Then came the sight: a hidden lot, already crowded with cars parked haphazardly, neon lights glowing from a few hoods, music pounding from speakers set up in the back of trucks.

Street racing.

Fourth’s lips parted, breath catching. He hadn’t seen this world in years—not since… He quickly shoved that thought away, burying it in the same locked box he always did. His eyes were practically twinkling, as he watched the racers leaning against the hoods of their cars, chatting with their friends. To say he was familiar with street racing would be an understatement. He had his personal sneak outs back in Pattaya, just for this, and he had managed to keep that life a secret from his mom—who would be reasonably angry if she knew. Especially after the tragedy that took the life of her husband and her eldest son.

Fourth’s dad was a street racer as well, and his eldest brother—Rejoy, followed along his dad’s footsteps. Fourth was eight years old when they drove off in the newest machine Rejoy bought and crashed off a bridge. Fourth’s mom never talked about it and Fourth still didn’t know the reason why a known street racer like his father would do such a thing. Fourth knew by instinct to never ask his mother if he could do street racing too. And so, he did it in secret.

Phuwin parked near the edge of the gathering, his shoulders relaxing the moment he stepped out of the car. A grin spread over his face, the kind Fourth rarely saw in daylight, bright and unguarded.

“Phu!”

Fourth turned at the voice. Satang and Mark were already there, leaning against the hood of another car with matching grins. They were dressed just like Phuwin—dark colors and leather and Fourth wondered if there was some kind of a theme they were going for.

“You brought him?” Satang asked, eyebrows furrowing, wondering if Fourth being here was gonna be a good thing or bad.

“He followed me,” Phuwin grumbled, but there was no heat behind it.

Mark smirked. “Of course he did. You’re way too loyal to your husband to be sneaking out alone.”

Phuwin’s face went crimson. “Shut up!”

“Husband?” Fourth raised a brow, amused. “Care to explain?”

Before Phuwin could answer, a figure approached from the cluster of cars near the starting line. He wasn’t hard to miss—broad-shouldered, confident stride, the kind of presence that drew attention even without trying. His racing jacket was half unzipped, revealing a white shirt underneath, and he carried his helmet under one arm. Fourth stared in awe, wondering how he hasn’t seen one ugly man yet in Bangkok. This man, who was walking towards them, had a jawline that could even cut crystals. Phuwin cleared his throat as the man approached, breaking Fourth’s stare.

“That’s Pond Narawit” Mark whispered, getting closer to Fourth. “The love of Phu’s life”

Phuwin glared in their direction, having heard the comment, but his glare soon turned into a big and shy smile—something Fourth hadn't seen on his face since the day they met.

“Hey Phuwin,” Pond greeted, his voice warm, teasing at the edges.

“Hey,” Phuwin said, suddenly softer, as though the two of them were in their own world.

Fourth exchanged a look with Satang and Mark beside him. No wonder they called him “husband.” Phuwin was definitely in love.

The engines roared louder as racers lined up at the starting mark. People gathered on either side, phones out, placing bets, cheering. The air practically vibrated with adrenaline. Fourth stood near the sidelines with the others, the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber hitting his senses. The moment the race began, the cars shot forward, tires screaming, engines growling as they tore down the strip of asphalt.

Fourth felt something stir in him—a mix of nostalgia and hunger. His hands twitched at his sides, itching like they remembered the feel of a steering wheel, the way it shook at high speed, the rush of air when you cut a corner just right.

He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. Not when the memory was still fresh in his mind.

The race was brutal and fast. Pond held strong, taking sharp turns with flawless precision, but another car was right on his tail the entire time—a midnight metallic grey machine with the number 11—that seemed to cut through the air itself.

When they crossed the finish line, the crowd erupted. Fourth leaned over the wall, eager to see if Pond won, but to his dismay—and the gang’s—Pond came out second. The first place was won by number 11. Phuwin groaned, burying his face in his hands. Satang muttered a curse. Mark kicked at the gravel.

“Damn it. Not him again,” Satang said bitterly.

The black car screeched to a halt, the smell of burning rubber lingering in the air. Its driver stepped out, removing his helmet slowly and Fourth’s breath hitched.

It was him. The boy from the administrative building. The one who had looked at him like he saw through him. Fourth’s heart sped inside his rib cage like a bird fluttering inside a cage. Their eyes met across the crowd. Just like before, it felt like time stopped—like everything else blurred, leaving only that dark, piercing gaze locked onto his. The boy unzipped his black leather—and perhaps extremely expensive—jacket, revealing a black vest and tattoos along his collarbone which disappeared into his vest. He had one silver earring—which Fourth hadn’t noticed before and a smirk curled his lips.

“Who’s that?” Fourth asked, voice almost a whisper.

“That, my friend” Satang started, slinging an arm around Fourth’s shoulder. “Is poison personified. The bane of our existence. The spawn of Satan. The truth everyone hates to whisper. The only barricade in everyone’s lives. The one reason why not one girl in Chula is loyal to their boyfriends. Pond’s enemy. Phuwin’s enemy. Someone who ignores me and Mark like we are air”

Fourth blinked at Satang’s poetic description, confused. “… what?”

“We don’t exist to him” Mark agreed, falling by Fourth’s other side.

“That’s Chula Queen Prim Chanikarn’s ever loving asshole boyfriend—”

And they both leaned by Fourth’s face before stage whispering, “Gemini Norawit Titicharoenrak”

And then, for the second time in one day, Gemini Norawit Titicharoenrak smirked at him.

***

The race being ended a while now, the crowd slowly dispersed, engines cooling down while the smell of fuel and burnt tires lingered in the night air. Pond came jogging over, helmet in hand, still flushed from the adrenaline. His grin was wide despite taking second place. He looked like a gentle giant.

“Not bad, huh?” he teased, bumping Phuwin’s shoulder.

“You should’ve won,” Phuwin sulked, though his eyes were shining with admiration.

“You think I didn’t try?” Pond laughed, shaking his head. “Relax, I’ll take him next time.”

“You were good though” Satang teased, nudging Phuwin’s shoulder. “That’s what he meant”

Before the conversation could stretch further, another voice piped up.

“Alright, enough whining, let’s eat! I’m starving.”

Fourth turned to see a boy with a playful grin and messy hair approach. He was carrying two bottled waters, tossing one casually to Pond, who caught it with ease.

“Winny,” Pond introduced, gesturing to him. “My best friend, co-pilot, life saver. He keeps me sane.”

“And keeps him fed,” Winny added, laughing as he looked at the rest of them. His eyes lingered curiously on Fourth before he gave him an easy smile. “New face?”

“Yeah,” Satang said, slinging an arm around Fourth’s shoulders. “This is Fourth. New recruit for the football team.”

Fourth raised a hand awkwardly. “Uh, hi.”

“Football, huh?” Winny leaned back, appraising him with a grin. “You look like you’ve got the stamina for it.”

Fourth chuckled, a little self-conscious. There are so many new faces around him that he was getting a bit suffocated now.

“Actually,” Satang added, smirking, “he’s also Phuwin’s step-brother.”

The words dropped like a stone in water. Both Pond and Winny blinked in unison, their eyes swinging immediately to Phuwin, who choked on the water he was silently drinking. Fourth blinked, turning to face Phuwin, wondering why everyone was surprised by him being a step brother.

“Step-brother?” Pond repeated, eyebrows shooting up.

Phuwin scratched the back of his neck, face flushing under the streetlights. “Yeah, it’s… new. Our parents got married recently”

Winny let out a low whistle, clearly entertained. “Man, you didn’t tell us this. No wonder you’ve been acting all weird about him. Makes sense now.”

Fourth turned towards Phuwin, who shrugged at him and wiped the mess he had made with a tissue. Was Phuwin embarrassed that he’s his step brother?

Pond tilted his head, still processing. “So, family, huh? That’s… unexpected.”

Fourth frowned slightly, shifting under the sudden attention. “We’re still figuring it out,” he admitted.

“Still,” Pond said, his easy smile returning, “if he’s with you guys, he’s with us too.” He clapped Fourth on the back. “Welcome to the circle, Nong Fourth”

The group eventually piled into a small late-night diner just off the main road, the kind of place with flickering neon signs and plastic chairs. The food wasn’t fancy—fried rice, noodles, grilled meat skewers—but it was warm, filling, and tasted like comfort. Like home. 

Fourth found himself squeezed between Satang and Phuwin, watching the way Pond and Winny joked across the table, their banter so natural it was clear they’d been inseparable for years.

Mark, mouth full of food, raised a toast with his soda can. “To Fourth, the new striker! May you not embarrass us at tryouts.”

“Hey!” Fourth shoved him, laughing despite himself.

The table erupted with noise, stories being swapped, laughter spilling out into the night. And for the first time since he’d arrived at the university, Fourth felt the knot of tension in his chest ease. He wasn’t just the “new guy” anymore—he was starting to belong.

As they continued eating, Fourth spotted Gemini from the corner of his eyes. He was with that girl—Prim—who was chatting excitedly about something with her friend next to her. Gemini was barely paying attention to Prim. He looked bored, disoriented, and perhaps extremely tired. Fourth leaned sideways before dropping his head on his hand, dragging the straw around his cup.

He didn’t know why but there was something extremely magnetic about Gemini. He walked with an aura that commanded attention. The way he smiled, the way he talked, even the way he breathed made Fourth’s heart miss beats. Fourth was surrounded by his new friends and family, but his gaze was completely elsewhere.

“Don’t even think about it” Satang whispered, only for Fourth to hear. “Didn’t Phu already tell you that she’s untouchable?”

Fourth looked over at Satang, confused, before blinking with realization. 

“No, I’m not—”

“I’m serious, bro” Satang grabbed his shoulders. “She’s trouble. I thought they broke up recently but looks like they’re back together”

“Who?” Winny asked, following Satang’s gaze towards the other table. “Ah, Gemini and Prim? Honestly they’re confusing. They had a whole public break-up last week but look at how she’s practically climbing his lap right now. I bet you 100 baht, they’re back together”

Pond was glaring at the other table, as Gemini’s eyes swept across the diner, before landing on Pond and Phuwin. But then his gaze swept away from them and stopped on Fourth. He tilted his head sideways before giving a soft nod—an acknowledgment. Fourth’s hands froze on the straw, as Mark followed Gemini’s gaze and looked at Fourth.

“Oh god” he muttered. “I think that asshole picked out his latest victim”

“Who?” Phuwin asked, turning around to face Mark.

“Him” Mark replied, nodding at Fourth.

Fourth blinked at that, looking over at Phuwin and Mark who shook their heads in disappointment. “Me?”

“I told you not to look at them” Satang muttered, picking at his meat. “Now we gotta watch out for you”

Fourth’s eyes narrowed as he looked around the table at the concerned and disappointed looks. Why was everyone looking like he committed a crime just because he looked around a diner? Did they really think that he was weak? That he couldn’t stand up on his own? He’s 20 years old, for fucks sake.

“I’m not some weak—” Fourth started but Phuwin interrupted him by raising his hand.

“You don’t understand, Fourth” he said, leaning closer along with the rest of the gang. “Gemini isn’t like the rest of us. He… he’s dangerous.”

Fourth’s gaze landed on Gemini once again—who had looked away from their table and was eating now. Even the way he ate—he didn’t look dangerous at all. Honestly, he looked like a golden retriever at times. There was a guard up around him for sure—a wall. But he didn’t seem dangerous.

Fourth frowned, his fingers tightening around the cold plastic of his cup. “Dangerous how? He’s just a guy, maybe with a wall around him.”

Phuwin scoffed. “Wall? No, not a wall. A fucking moat. If you approach him, you’re going down”

Satang shook his head at Fourth’s confusion. “He’s not just a guy, Fourth. He’s the guy. His family practically owns half this city, and he acts like it. Gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. And trust me—” Satang stabbed a skewer into his plate for emphasis— “when Gemini sets his eyes on something, he doesn’t stop until it’s his or in this case, until you break.”

Mark leaned across the table, dropping his voice further. “And when it comes to people? He doesn’t date. He hunts. Plays with them. Leaves them broken. Just ask half the campus.”

Fourth glanced at the other table despite himself. Prim was laughing loudly, one manicured hand resting on Gemini’s arm, like she belonged there. But Gemini wasn’t laughing. His expression was unreadable, detached, his gaze still flicking toward Fourth every now and then like some sort of game only he understood.

Fourth quickly looked away, heart hammering. “So… isn’t Prim his girlfriend? What do you mean he doesn’t date?”

“This week” Winny gave a dry laugh. “Last week, she was throwing drinks at him outside the library. The week before that, they were posting couple selfies. It’s always on and off, but she keeps coming back. Everyone does. That’s the problem.”

Pond finally spoke, his voice laced with something bitter. His eyes were still fixed on Gemini. “Gemini’s poison. And worse, he knows it. He’s got money, power, influence, and he uses it. You don’t wanna be on his radar, Fourth. Trust me.”

Fourth bristled a little at that. “I’m not scared of some spoiled rich kid.”

“You should be,” Phuwin snapped, louder than intended. His glare made Fourth freeze. Then, softer, he added, “You’re new here. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

The table fell silent for a moment, only the clatter of dishes and Prim’s laughter filling the air. Fourth’s stomach twisted. He didn’t like being treated like he was fragile, like some clueless kid who needed protecting. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake the way Gemini’s gaze felt—sharp, deliberate, like he was already pulling him into some orbit he didn’t agree to.

Gemini shifted in his seat, leaning back lazily as if he owned the whole damn diner—which he probably might already. His arm draped over the chair behind Prim, but his eyes weren’t on her anymore. They were on Fourth. Again. Fourth exhaled slowly, forcing himself to look away, but the pull was undeniable. He hated how aware he was of Gemini’s presence across the room—the steady weight of his gaze, the way his smirk seemed to grow every time their eyes almost met.

Satang nudged him under the table. “Seriously. Don’t. Even if you’re not interested, don’t give him a reason to think you are. Because once Gemini chooses…”

He trailed off, shaking his head.

“…you don’t get to choose back.”

“Y’all make it sound like he’s the devil” Fourth replied, hand still on his cup.

“Trust me, you’ll wish he was the devil” Winny answered with a scoff before returning to his meal.

Chapter Text

Phuwin drove Fourth to university the next few days, perhaps becoming friendlier to his new step-brother. They put on an album by 4EVE and sang along to it, enjoying the ride to university. When Phuwin parked at the car park, Fourth’s eyes caught Gemini and Prim, leaning against the hood of a jeep—making out. Fourth’s face darkened in annoyance as Phuwin glared at them, morning ruined.

“Ugh” came a voice from behind them—Satang—as Fourth grabbed his backpack and closed the door. “Sucking face early in the morning?”

“I think I lost my appetite” Mark, who was walking towards them, replied. 

“Same” Phuwin answered as he locked the car.

Fourth didn’t say anything, before he glanced over at the couple and froze. Gemini’s eyes were open, mid make out and he was staring at him. Fourth blinked, looking away as Satang dropped his arm on his shoulder, dragging him away from the couple. Fourth’s fingers tightened around the strap of his backpack as they walked into class.

Fourth’s first period was in a different lecture hall than Phuwin’s. After Satang and Mark split off to their classes, and Phuwin gave him a half-hearted, “Don’t cause trouble,” Fourth found himself walking alone through the wide corridors of the faculty building.

The room smelled faintly of dust and air conditioning, the kind of cold, polished air that made him feel out of place. Rows of seats filled quickly with students chatting, laughing, opening laptops and balancing coffee cups.

Fourth hesitated before slipping into an empty seat near the middle. He pulled out his notebook, pretending to be busy while the chatter buzzed around him.

“Is this seat taken?” a soft voice asked.

Fourth looked up. A girl stood there, smiling down at him. She was beautiful in a clean, effortless way—glossy black hair, sharp eyeliner, and a presence that turned heads without her trying. Her expression was open, not intimidating.

“Uh, no. Go ahead.”

She sat down gracefully, setting her tote bag on the desk. “I’m Pahn.”

“Fourth.”

Her smile widened. “Cute name. You’re new, right? Haven’t seen you around.”

“Yeah. First week.”

Before Fourth could fumble through more small talk, another figure dropped into the seat beside her—a boy with a mischievous grin, black hair that partly covered his eyes, and an energy that seemed to fill the room. He was thin—probably the thinnest person Fourth had seen yet—and had a large smile that could light up the room.

“Hey, who’s this?” he asked, looking at Fourth with curiosity rather than suspicion.

“This is Fourth,” Pahn said smoothly. “New student.”

The boy extended a hand. “Chokun. And don’t worry, I’m the cooler half of this duo.”

Pahn rolled her eyes affectionately. “Please. He thinks he’s funny.”

Fourth chuckled, shaking Chokun’s hand. “You kinda are.”

“See?” Chokun grinned, tapping the desk triumphantly. “Validation. You’re already my favorite.”

The three of them fell into easy conversation while waiting for the lecturer. Pahn and Chokun were a couple, and they were very chatty. It was comforting for Fourth for some reason and reminded him of his friends back in Pattaya. Pahn asked how he knew Phuwin and Fourth just replied that they were friends because he didn’t know if Phuwin wants everyone to know that they’re related yet. Chokun was in basketball and kept chatting about how new people had come for tryouts and that Fourth should join as well. Fourth replied that he’s already in football. But upon Chokun’s begging, Fourth decided to give it a try as well.

During lunch break, Chokun dragged him to the basketball court, as Fourth looked around at the insane number of people seated in the bleachers watching the team. At first he just thought that maybe the Chula basketball team was popular. But then a roar of the crowd startled Fourth. He turned just in time to see the ball swish clean through the net, the sound echoing sharp and perfect in the gym. The bleachers erupted with cheers, whistles, and claps, the kind of noise you’d expect at a real game, not just practice.

At the center of it all was him. Gemini.

He landed from the dunk with a fluid grace, his teammates rushing to clap his back, tug his jersey, shout his name. The boy barely reacted. He just straightened, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, that detached expression still carved across his face. He let the others celebrate around him like it meant nothing.

“Insane, right?” Chokun grinned, elbowing him. “That’s Gemini. Shooting guard. Basically the star of the team. The whole faculty treats him like a celebrity.”

Fourth swallowed hard, trying to look unimpressed. “Huh.”

Pahn leaned against the railing, arms folded, her expression less impressed. “He knows he’s good. That’s why he’s so cocky.”

“Cocky, sure,” Chokun said, “but you can’t deny he’s got talent. We’d be dead without him.” He turned back to Fourth, eyes bright. “This is what I was telling you about! You’d be great here too. Imagine—football and basketball? You’d have fans lining up by the week.”

Fourth chuckled nervously, but his eyes betrayed him, sliding back to Gemini. He was dribbling now, sharp, controlled, weaving past two defenders before sinking another shot. The crowd roared again. And then, as if sensing it, Gemini’s head lifted mid-stride. His gaze swept lazily across the bleachers—before locking directly onto Fourth.

Fourth froze, heart stuttering. The noise of the gym blurred, faded. All he could register was that steady stare, that same unreadable tilt of the head. Recognition. Amusement. As if he wasn’t necking in the morning with his girlfriend. Fourth tore his gaze away first, as he continued walking behind Chokun, to the coach.

“Coach!” Chokun called, waving. “This is my friend—Fourth. He’s in football but I’m dragging him here to try out too.”

The coach gave Fourth a quick once-over, his brows lifting. “Football, huh? You’ve got the build. You ever played basketball before?”

“Not seriously,” Fourth admitted, shifting uncomfortably. “Just pickup games back home.”

“Well, we’ll see what you’ve got.” The coach scribbled something on his clipboard. “Chokun, run him through the basics. Warm-up, shooting drills. If he’s any good, we’ll put him in a scrimmage.”

“Got it!” Chokun grinned and clapped Fourth on the back. 

Fourth forced a smile as he let Chokun drag him toward the rack of basketballs near the sideline, grabbing one and tossing it lightly between his hands. He focused on the ball, ignoring the stare that came from the sidelines. He didn’t need to look up to know Gemini was still watching. However, curiosity won and when he finally dared a glance, there it was—Gemini leaning lazily against the post, towel slung around his neck, his eyes daring Fourth to impress him.

Fourth’s grip on the ball tightened as he exhaled and squared up for his first shot. His feet planted instinctively, the motion familiar from all those impromptu street games back in Pattaya. He bent his knees, flicked his wrist, and the ball arced cleanly—swish.

“Nice!” Chokun whooped, nudging him with an elbow. “Beginner’s luck? Do it again.”

Fourth grabbed another ball. This time, no hesitation. He lined up, shot—swish. The clean sound of the net made something hot flare in his chest. He tried again. Another swish. By the fourth ball, a small crowd of players on the bench had turned to watch. Even the assistant coach leaned forward, eyebrows raised.

Fourth’s pulse quickened, but not from nerves—from the rush. His body remembered the rhythm, the coordination honed from hours of football. The court felt different, but movement was movement. 

“Alright, let’s see you move,” Chokun said, tossing him a pass.

Fourth caught it effortlessly, pivoted, dribbled once, and drove toward the hoop. He jumped, body arching high, and the ball slammed through the net with a clean dunk. The bleachers erupted. A cheer rolled through the court like thunder, whistles and claps echoing.

“Not bad… not bad at all.” The coach muttered, turning his full attention to Fourth. 

Fourth landed lightly, heart hammering, adrenaline surging. He straightened, sweat already dampening his forehead as he looked over at Chokun and Pahn who were both cheering for him. Chokun grabbed him in a sweaty hug, patting his back as Pahn gave him thumbs up from the sidelines. Fourth laughed, enjoying the temporary happiness in full swell.

Unbeknownst to him, Gemini was watching as well, jaw twitching.

***

“Are you crazy?” Phuwin asked, dropping next to Fourth at the cafeteria table. “Are you suicidal? Be honest”

Fourth blinked at him in confusion, as he continued to wipe his sweaty neck with a towel Pahn gifted him. Behind Phuwin, Mark and Satang was making their way towards him too, talking—debating—in silence. Phuwin looked pissed off as he faced Fourth completely, eyes narrowed.

“What did I do now?” Fourth asked, gaze switching between his step brother and his friends.

“Trying out for basketball?” Phuwin replied. “And I repeat, are you crazy?”

Fourth tilted his head sideways, watching the boys surrounding him and exhaled. “Is there a rule saying that I can’t try out for basketball because I’m already in the football team?”

“Yeah” Mark replied, dropping onto Phuwin’s other side. “Gemini”

“What about him?” Fourth asked, shrugging nonchalantly.

Phuwin groaned and dropped his head on the table as Satang shook his head and sat in front of the three of them. “We warned you yesterday to steer clear from that man, Fourth. Why do you never listen?”

Fourth leaned back on his chair crossing his arms on his chest. “Well, in my defense I didn’t know that he’s gonna be there”

Mark nodded, understanding before looking over at Phuwin. “It’s all your fault, Phu”

Phuwin lifted his head from the table, eyes wide as he looked around the table incredulously. “Why am I getting blamed?”

“You didn’t explain anything to Fourth and now your brother is your target” Satang answered for Mark.

“I don’t understand why I’m getting blamed when—”

“Why are y’all scared of him?” Fourth asked, looking over at the blank faces. “He might be intimidating—” Mark scoffed. “But why do y’all act like he’s a serial killer or something?”

The boys were silent this time, gazes switching from face to face until Satang sighed and raised his hand. It was like there was a secret between them—something no one wanted to put into words. 

“Alright” Satang started, leaning back in his chair. “You want to know? I’ll tell you”

“Tang—!” Phuwin grabbed Satang’s hand, which the other boy removed immediately.

“He needs to know about this, man, or he’s gonna get backed into a corner”

Fourth was worried now, honestly very worried. 

“So” Satang lowered his voice, only for them to hear. “Gemini’s a miracle child. And no, not in the way you think. He survived some tragedy a long time ago and everyone stays away from him because they believe that he’s a miracle. His father owns the Titicharoenrak Enterprises—you might’ve seen all those large billboards that welcomed you when you came to Bangkok, right? All his. GMMTV entertainment? His. Chanel Thailand? Ambassador. We’re practically ants next to him. The only person who’s almost as rich as him is Phuwin. And now, you too. So don’t cross that man, Fourth. He’s trouble. And do not have a crush on Prim at all”

Fourth stared at him, lips twitching until he couldn’t take it anymore. He burst into laughter. The boys, and even a couple of students at the tables around them, looked at him like he was crazy. Phuwin leaned back against his chair with a groan, shaking his head as Satang and Mark exchanged confused looks. When Fourth finally came up for air, he looked around them.

“Wait, y’all were serious?” He asked, gaze switching between his friends. “God, y’all are such wimps. So he’s rich. And? He doesn’t own me. He can’t be influential enough for people to stay away from fucking basketball and racing”

“Fourth—” Satang started, gaze drifting away from the still chuckling boy.

“If Gemini is that amazing, that scary, and that insane, I will challenge him to a one-on-one match to see who will win”

“Basketball?” Mark asked, ignoring Satang’s hurried hand gestures.

“No, racing” Fourth grinned at Satang who gulped nervously.

“Wait, you know how to—” Phuwin started before he was interrupted immediately.

“Damn” a voice came from behind him as Fourth’s smile froze completely.

Mark closed his eyes and looked at the table. Fourth slowly turned around as Phuwin started hiccuping next to him. There he was—Gemini, standing right behind Fourth, staring down at him with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. He leaned forward, hands falling on the table on either side of Fourth—caging him. Fourth inhaled sharply, as a luxurious perfume invaded his nostrils. He could practically see the grey specks in Gemini’s eyes as they bore into him so deeply that Fourth felt naked in front of him. 

“You’re good at boasting. Over confident” Gemini whispered, voice low and husky and strangely addictive enough to tickle Fourth’s heartstrings. “And do you know what happens to people like that?”

Fourth couldn’t form words. His heart was beating wildly in his chest—so fast that he was positive that it might leap out from his throat. Gemini’s gaze was burning—falling across Fourth’s features before landing a couple of seconds longer on his lips. Fourth swallowed, staring at Gemini before his mouth finally formed a single word.

“W—What?”

“They die” Gemini smiled, before he pressed himself closer—lips almost brushing—and pulled back. “Metaphorically speaking, of course. I’m not a murderer”

Yet.

He chuckled humorlessly, turning away from Fourth towards his friends who laughed with him. Fourth blinked a couple million times before realizing that he had working hands and legs. He wasn’t immobilized. His eyes narrowed as his heart steadied back to the normal rhythm and he stood up, making Phuwin hiss and Satang gasp.

“Are you scared?” Fourth asked, making the entire cafeteria go silent.

Gemini whipped his head around, quirking an eyebrow at his question. All eyes were on them now—tables full of students pausing mid-conversation, forks clattering, whispers bubbling.

“What? Scared?” Gemini repeated, his tone silk over steel before chuckling. “Do I look scared?”

He did not look scared at all.

Fourth squared his shoulders, jaw tightening. “If you’re not, then prove it. One-on-one racing”

There was a pin-drop silence throughout the cafeteria and Fourth could practically hear his own heart thudding against his chest in uneven rhythms. He honestly didn’t know what he was saying. The only thing he did know was that he wanted Gemini to look back at him—perhaps as someone worth looking twice at. He craved that attention.

“You race?” Gemini asked, looking around at the table, confused.

Fourth’s lips curled up, watching the way Gemini was getting confused. “Why don’t you find out?”

Gemini’s gaze fell back on Fourth, jaw twitching as he walked up to him. Gemini was taller than him, broader than him, tanner than him. He stared down at Fourth, taking another step closer to him, as Fourth backed against the table, fingers curling around the edges. Gemini’s gaze fell on his hands, before they flew back to Fourth’s eyes—unrelenting. His lips curled up once again, into a cruel smile.

“You don’t back down, do you?” He asked, voice dropping to a low whisper.

Fourth kept his gaze steady, yet his heart was racing once again. He swallowed, shaking his head slowly. Gemini continued staring at him before he took a step back and looked around the cafeteria. Everyone was staring at them. Everyone. Including Prim, who’s furrowed gaze kept switching between Gemini and Fourth.

“Tonight at 8.00 PM” Gemini started, gaze heavy on Fourth. 

“What will I get if I win?” Fourth asked, earning gasps from around the cafeteria.

Gemini tilted his head sideways, watching him. He chuckled before he crossed his arms on his chest. “If you win, you’ll get anything you want. And if I win…”

He walked back into Fourth’s personal space, crowding him against the table as Fourth gasped. His arms were on either side of Fourth again, cornering him. Gemini didn’t stop however, as he pressed himself against Fourth who sat on the table to avoid him. Gemini just chuckled darkly before placing his lips closer to Fourth’s ears as he continued.

“… I get to do anything… to you”

***

Fourth knew he fucked up. There was no any other explanation for the dare he had put on himself. He had seen Gemini on the race track. He had seen the way he lazily got through the race letting everyone know that they’re winning until the last moment he sped up crazily and overtook the entire fleet. He had seen how unstoppable that man is, but Fourth still challenged him. Even he had to ask himself if he was crazy. 

Phuwin had long gone from the table, muttering something about “insane assholes” which was directly at Fourth. Mark had followed him as well, sighing on repeat. Only Satang sat in front of Fourth, turning the utensils over and over on his untouched fried rice. Fourth looked at him, leaning back against the chair, as he ignored the number of people who kept throwing glances at him. He was just focused on his friend.

“Alright. Get it over with. Tell me that was stupid” Fourth goaded, annoyance taking over him.

Satang dropped his utensils on the table and stared at him, before sighing. “I don’t have to say anything. You know it”

“Look” Fourth leaned across the table as Satang sighed again and grabbed his soda cup. “Honestly, I don’t know what came over me at that time too. All I knew was that I didn’t want to go back on my words. I didn’t want to—”

“You challenged the No. 1 race driver in Chulalongkorn University to race against you, Fourth” Satang replied, not even being subtle about his annoyance. “Not only are you going to be a sore loser, but you also fucked up your reputation here. Royally. People talk, yunno. And your name has been circulating around university—and not in a good way. You’re practically like a clown to them. A joke. Entertainment”

Fourth bit the insides of his cheeks, nodding. “Phuwin’s pissed, isn’t he?”

“Pissed?” Satang asked, before scoffing. “He’s beyond that. By challenging that asshole you brought attention to him too” 

Fourth sighed. He knew those complications. He knew that he fucked up. But he just couldn’t let Gemini win an argument like that. It wouldn’t cause him any losses but he just… couldn’t.

Satang leaned forward, earning Fourth’s attention once again. “People don’t know that you two are step-brothers yet. And after this little stunt, I’m sure Phuwin will keep that to his grave. He’s not someone who likes to mess things up with his family, yunno. Especially after…”

“After what?” Fourth asked, interest picking up.

Satang leaned back and grabbed his soda cup, effectively ending the topic. “It’s not my story to tell. Ask Phuwin if you want, but I’m not sure if he’ll even talk to you again”

Fourth grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest as Satang stood up from the cafeteria table. He was about to turn around and leave, but he paused, looking over at Fourth who was sulking with his untouched fried rice.

“You have my vote though” he said. “What you did was insane, but you have my vote because I tend to like stupid people”

He grinned and walked away, making Fourth grumble even more. Evening lectures was Entrepreneurship which was a joint class with BASCII. Only Fourth was in this class, however, as he lazily sat in a back row, scribbling on the margins of his notebook until the professor arrived. He was still thinking about what he was planning on doing tonight—with no vehicle, no actual experience racing. But he was pumped up with adrenaline, sheer determination and… nothing else. He had nothing.

“Fancy seeing you here” a voice drawled from behind him as Fourth’s pen froze on his notebook.

He only had one conversation with Gemini, but he could already feel the man’s voice deep in his gut. It feels too familiar for no reason. Gemini came into view next to him, as he dropped his backpack on the desk next to Fourth and sat down. Fourth stared at the margins of his notebook in which he had unceremoniously written Gemini’s name over and over, before shutting it fast. He was thankful for his fast reflexes or this man was going to think Fourth was interested in him or something.

Which he wasn’t, mind you.

“What are you doing here?” Fourth asked, willing to keep his voice steady and neutral.

“In class?” Gemini asked, lips curling into a smile that was borderline mischievous. “What do you think?”

That’s when Fourth noticed how gorgeous Gemini was. Sure, he liked looking at people and silently judging their beauty. And he rarely found people uglier than him. He had also noticed how not one person in all of Bangkok was ugly. He had even concluded that Phuwin looked the best out of everyone he had met. But Gemini? He was ethereal.

He looked like he was carved out from some anime that Fourth had poured over back in Pattaya. He had dark hair, black—almost brown, that fell on his forehead, artistically. His nose was strong, sharp and long, and it was perfection. Gemini’s eyes were dark and deep, and he wasn’t mistaken before—there were grey specks swimming in his chocolate brown pools. And they twinkled. They fucking twinkled. Fourth’s gaze dropped from Gemini’s eyes, to his lips, and he had to snatch back the gasp that almost left his own lips. 

Nope. Not going there.

Those were fucking pink and fucking wet and fucking inviting and—

“Up here, pretty” 

Fourth’s gaze snapped up at Gemini’e eyes, as the man had the fucking audacity to grin at him. “Are you assessing me or eating me?”

Fourth swallowed before looking away, as his heart sped up impossibly fast. He gripped his notebook with both hands before turning to Gemini with narrowed eyes.

“Can’t I just look at my competitor?” He asked, trusting his voice to stay steady.

“Your competitor?” Gemini asked, those beautiful brown pools widening with surprise. “Oh, I’m already your competition? How are you this confident, Nattawat?”

The way Gemini’s voice said his name sent a shiver down his spine. His neck almost snapped as he looked at Gemini, confused. How the hell did he know his name? Gemini chuckled darkly, knowing that he had malfunctioned Fourth with his name as he shook his head and pulled up his notebook.

“You’re cute” he said, under his breath—and Fourth almost didn’t hear him.

Fourth’s jaw clenched. Cute? Cute?! He wasn’t some puppy for Gemini to pat on the head.

“I’m not cute,” he muttered, turning his notebook a little too forcefully so the pages didn’t betray him again.

Gemini leaned back in his chair, spreading himself out with the kind of casual dominance that demanded attention. His knee brushed Fourth’s under the desk, deliberate, slow. “You are. Especially when you’re pretending not to care.”

Fourth’s heart was at his throat now as he willed himself to breathe normally and jerked his leg away, glaring at him. “I don’t care.”

“Mm.” Gemini tilted his head, studying him as though he could see straight through the lie. “Then why’s your pulse giving you away?”

Fourth’s hand flew instinctively to his throat. “You’re insane.”

He was positive that his red ears gave him away too much of his feelings. And with the way Gemini’s gaze was running all over his face, Fourth was positive that Gemini saw it too. But instead of teasing him, Gemini just looked away, leaning against his chair casually.

“Maybe,” Gemini said easily, smile widening. “But it’s fun watching you try so hard to convince yourself you hate me.”

Fourth scoffed, but the heat crawling up his neck betrayed him. He gripped his pen like it was the only weapon he had left. “You’re not special.”

Gemini leaned closer, breath brushing Fourth’s ear, low enough for only him to hear. “Then why can’t you stop looking at me?”

Fourth froze, every muscle in his body locking as the professor finally entered the room. Gemini leaned back in his seat as if nothing had happened, flipping open his notebook lazily. Fourth tried to focus on the lecture, but his notes came out shaky, his pen scratching nonsense while his thoughts spun in circles. He drowned out all noise and distractions and focused on the professor now, fingers tightening around his pen and notebook more than usual. And at the first ring of the bell for the end of the period, Fourth grabbed his notebook, pen and backpack and rushed out without looking back.

But he was sure, a set of dark chocolate pools was following him out.

Chapter Text

“Heard you needed a ride”

Fourth turned around, taking out the lollipop he had been sucking while leaning against a boulder at the car park to look at Pond, who was grinning from the inside of his car. It was the same car he raced with—the matte black Silvia that feels rebellious and was built for street glory, not for elegance. Fourth stared it for a while, mind racing, before he leaned down and touched the coat, fingers humming with excitement.

“Say, P’Pond, would you like to help your nong out?” He asked, putting up the biggest grin on his face, adding a little sweetness and spice.

Pond’s eyebrows quirked up as he looked away, chuckling. “I heard about what happened at the cafeteria. The streets say that the new kid is a daring sweetheart, who’s probably gonna lose it all because of his mouth.” He looked at Fourth, who’s lips were still curled up in the smile, although faltering a bit. “But I think you’re just a menace. You turn out from nowhere and fuck things up for fun”

Fourth just shrugged, arms crossing on his chest. “You’d never know, Phi, until you’ve tried me out”

Pond’s jaw fell as he shook his head in defiance. “Fourth, I—”

“Relax, phi” Fourth leaned back, chuckling. “I’m not coming onto you, don’t worry. I just need your baby”

Pond blinked, not realizing that Fourth was teasing him again. Fourth’s eyes were bright and twinkling as he placed his palms on the window sill and shrugged.

“Your car”

As Pond continued blinking in confusion, Fourth walked around the vehicle, staring at the beautiful engine with interest as he came around to the driving seat. He leaned down again, eyes taking in the sight of the plush interior.

“What do you say?” He asked, tilting his head lightly. “Are you willing to help your nong out?”

“Do you even race?” Pond asked, looking around his car.

“Would you like to see?” Fourth asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Pond wasn’t someone to believe something without actually seeing it, and before Fourth could even bat an eyelash, he was stepping out from the driver’s seat and opening the door for Fourth, who cleared his throat and slowly stepped inside. Fourth sank into the leather seat, inhaling deeply. The scent of rubber, gasoline, and Pond’s faint cologne clung to the cabin. His fingers curled around the steering wheel, reverent at first—like he was touching holy ground. Then that reverence melted into something sharper, his grin stretching wide.

“God, she’s gorgeous,” Fourth muttered, eyes flashing as he glanced at Pond standing outside with his arms crossed.

“Don’t crash her,” Pond warned, leaning down to look through the open door. “She’s my baby, and if you dent her, I’ll dent you.”

Fourth just laughed, as he watched Pond walk around and sit himself in the passenger seat. “Relax, phi. I’ll give her back to you in one piece. Maybe even make her purr louder than you ever could.”

Pond groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

Fourth smirked and hit the ignition. The machine roared to life, the guttural growl shaking through the frame. His grin widened instantly, adrenaline already coursing through his veins.

“Fuck, she sounds alive.”

Before Pond could reply, Fourth’s foot slammed on the accelerator, and the tires screamed against the asphalt as the car shot forward. The car was like an extension of him, every turn sharper than necessary, every straight stretch devoured like he’d been born for this. His knuckles were white on the wheel, yet his grin was feral, alive. He weaved between lamppost shadows and cut down narrow streets, his laughter echoing inside the car like a battle cry.

People turned their heads on the sidewalks. Some even cheered—thinking it was Pond showing off again. Fourth didn’t care. Pond gripped the handle above his seat, eyes wide as he kept looking between Fourth and the blur of neon-streaked Bangkok outside the window.

“Holy shit—” Pond muttered, teeth clenched as the Silvia swung around a tight corner, the rear fishtailing perfectly before snapping back into alignment. He glanced at Fourth, who was laughing—laughing like he was untouchable.

“Where the hell did you learn to drive like this?” Pond barked over the roar of the engine.

Fourth’s grin widened, eyes glinting in the dashboard lights. “Pattaya streets, phi. You think they’re quiet? Nah. You grow up racing buses and delivery bikes if you wanna survive.”

Pond shook his head, but there was a strange, reluctant admiration dawning in his gaze. “You’re fucking insane.”

“Yeah,” Fourth said, sliding the car between two motorbikes with inches to spare. “But isn’t it fun?”

The tires screeched again as Fourth gunned the accelerator, shooting them down a narrow stretch. Adrenaline burned through his veins—sharper, hotter—like fire in his bloodstream. He didn’t just drive the car; he commanded it, owned it, made it obey. Every shift of the gear was like music to him, every purr of the engine another note in his symphony of chaos.

Pond’s jaw tightened. He wanted to tell the boy to stop before they killed themselves, but… damn it, the kid was good. Too good. His movements weren’t clumsy or nervous at all. When the machine screeched back to the university parking lot, the engine purred down to silence, the smell of burnt rubber hanging in the air.

Fourth leaned back, chest heaving as he looked over at Pond who had his arms crossed on his chest contemplating the fact that Fourth had put Pond’s beloved car through hell. The boy’s grin was dangerous, cocky, and glowing with adrenaline.

“Well?” he asked, tossing a look at Pond. “Still think I can’t race?”

“As much as I would love to lend you my car for the race tonight” Pond started, recovering fast. “I’m a bit overly protective of my baby. But, I do have one machine that I’m working on and I’m willing to loan it to you—on one condition”

“What is it?”

Pond stared at him before leaning in. “Make that asshole suffer”

***

They cut through a few side streets and rolled up to a long, corrugated-blue building that smelled like oil and sunlight trapped under metal. A hand-painted sign read”Naravit Motors”. The bay doors were open; a pair of mechanics waved them in, tools clinking, music low and steady somewhere in the back.

“You want to see her?” Pond asked, eyes bright and twinkling. “I’ve been working on her since last season. She’s almost ready.”

Fourth followed him between lifts and toolboxes, heart still thudding from the drive. The garage felt alive — oil-stained concrete, the metallic tang of coolant, the steady thump of a compressor somewhere offstage. Pond stuck a hand on a covered shape at the far end and whipped the tarp away with a flourish.

Underneath sat a coupe painted in a deep, liquid blue that seemed to drink the light. It was lower than the Silvia, wider at the hips, the fenders flared just enough to make it look hungry. There were racing decals on the doors, numbers already taped on the hood, and a matte carbon splitter that hinted at the violence under the skin.

“You like?” Pond asked, pride all over his face.

Fourth stepped closer, palms itching to touch. “It looks… perfect.”

Pond’s chest puffed out. “That one’s a tuned Subaru — boxer turbo, short-shift gearbox, full coilovers, stiffer sway bars”

Pond kept it simple, the way he always did, and Fourth appreciated it. He didn’t need all the model numbers and tech-speak to know the car meant business; the way Pond’s hand lingered on the fender said enough.

“Can I—” Fourth started, then stopped, because he already knew the answer would be yes. Pond’s eyebrows rose.

“You want to drive her?” Pond finished for him.

Fourth’s mouth went dry. “If you’ll let me.”

Pond’s grin split his face. “Go ahead”

Pond walked him through the cockpit — how snug the seat would feel, how the harness would lock him in place, where the nitrous kill would be (if they were feeling reckless), and how the small aftermarket gauges would keep him honest. They spent the next hour swapping tires, checking tire pressures, tightening bolts, and going over a handful of basic safety checks. Pond moved like he always did — methodical, hands sure — while Fourth absorbed everything with the eagerness of someone being handed back a part of himself. By the time the sun bled down to orange, the blue coupe looked hungry and ready, every panel aligned, every gauge reset.

If he was very honest, Fourth was terrified. Not only will he be humiliated if he lost, but Phuwin and Pond now. This was Pond’s vehicle. Phuwin was his brother. If he fuck up, their reputation was in the drain too.

“What are you thinking about?” Pond asked, joining Fourth at one if the plastic seats next to the car.

“I’m thinking if I did something stupid by challenging Gemini” Fourth replied, with a small huff. “I mean, did you see how pissed Phuwin was?”

Pond chuckled, wiping his greasy hands with a cloth, before dropping it on his lap. “You already know the answer to that”

Fourth nodded, looking down as he kicked his shoes against the metal legs.

“But” Pond started, as Fourth lifted his gaze. “After seeing you drive, I’m kind of excited to see who will win too”

“You think I’m good?” Fourth asked, voice an octave higher than normal.

“Good would be an understatement, Nong” Pond chuckled, patting him gently on his back. “You’re an amazing racer for sure. But you have to be careful. It’s Gemini, and he’s ruthless. But since Gemini doesn’t know your driving skills, he’s gonna start slow and try to goad you, thinking you’re an amateur. You have an advantage there. And you’re definitely fast”

Fourth beamed, feeling encouraged for the first time today. If he could take down Gemini and wipe his arrogant smirk off his face, he’s definitely feel satisfied. He puffed his chest out, biting his lower lip with shyness. Pond was watching him with a soft smile for a while before his smile dropped and was replaced with a thoughtful curl.

“But Fourth, it’s not the race you should honestly be worried about”

Fourth turned to face him, smile dipping slightly. “Then what?”

Pond sighed as he gripped the cloth with one hand. He contemplated about his words and just as he opened his mouth, he got distracted by a figure at the door. Fourth turned around and gasped in surprise to see Phuwin, who’s smile fell immediately when he saw Fourth next to Pond.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Phuwin muttered, as he turned around and walked away.

“Phu—” Pond started, as he stood up, but Fourth grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“It’s me he’s mad at, give us a minute”

Fourth jogged after Phuwin, heart thudding fast as he caught him just outside the garage, walking towards his own car. Fourth sped up, but Phuwin was fast.

“Phu, wait—”

Phuwin spun around, jaw tight, eyes burning in that way that always made Fourth feel smaller, even when he was standing at full height.

“You’ve got some nerve,” Phuwin snapped. “First, you go mouth-off to Gemini like you’re invincible. Then you come crawling to my—to—to Pond like he’s your personal coach?”

Fourth blinked, stung. “I didn’t crawl. I asked for help.”

“That’s the same thing,” Phuwin bit back. His hands flexed at his sides, restless, like he wanted to grab something and throw it. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re always causing trouble wherever you go and you don’t even have the fucking brain to apologize when you fuck up!”

“You want me to apologize to you for what exactly?” Fourth asked, eyes narrowing. “For asking your boyfriend to help me win a race or for challenging Gemini for a race?”

Phuwin stared at him, lips opening and closing like a fish. “You know what? Forget it”

“If you come here with your weapons ready then at least get your shit right” Fourth snapped, annoyed.

Phuwin turned around once again before launching into Fourth, as they both fell on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. The concrete bit into Fourth’s back as he grunted, trying to shove Phuwin off. But Phuwin was wiry and strong, his fingers digging into Fourth’s shirt collar, teeth bared in frustration.

“You don’t know when to shut up!” Phuwin growled, his forehead nearly colliding with Fourth’s.

Fourth twisted beneath him, grabbing at Phuwin’s wrists to pry him off, but the anger in Phuwin’s grip was iron. “And you don’t know when to stop acting like you’re better than everyone else!” Fourth spat back, his voice echoing off the garage walls.

“Hey—HEY!” Pond yelled, running towards the two brothers before his arms slid between Phuwin’s armpits and he pulled his away from Fourth who scrambled to his feet, ready to fight.

“What the hell are you two doing? Are you out of your minds?” Pond yelled, head switching between the two of them. “You two are so alike I feel like y’all are actually brothers and not step-brothers. Both are stubborn and hot-headed”

Phuwin and Fourth were still staring at each other, as they turned to glare at Pond at his last remark.

“Both ready to bite all the time…” Pond continued, watching the mirrored glares as he bit back his smile. He then turned to Phuwin, while Fourth brushed the dirt off g his uniform with a grumble. “Listen, Phu. I volunteered to lend him my car because he’s your brother”

“Pond, you don’t—” Phuwin started, but his comment was interrupted by Pond again.

“He’s a good racer” Pond remarked. “I saw him drive. Phu, this kid’s got the talent. And I think he’s the only person who’d be able to overthrow Gemini from his stubborn first place. You should’ve been there”

Phuwin stared at him before crossing his arms on his chest. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying” Pond walked over to Fourth who was tucking his shirt into his pants, before slinging an arm on his shoulder. “Watch him race and win against that smug bastard”

***

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Satang asked the moment he stepped out from Phuwin’s car into the car park.

Fourth had driven all the way from Pond’s dad’s garage to the car park in his new vehicle, while Pond had fishtailed after him. Phuwin was still grumbling, while Mark watched the exchange silently. The streets were crowded today, waiting for watch the rookie’s absurd challenge against the street king. Fourth was rightfully nervous—Gemini hadn’t arrived yet, but he kept flexing his fingers, trying to calm himself down.

Pond had handed over an extra jacket he had with him, watching the way it practically enveloped Fourth completely. It grounded him, but only a little. 

“It’s too late to back out,” Fourth muttered, scanning the road.

Phuwin scoffed from where he leaned against his car, arms crossed. “You should’ve thought about that before you opened your mouth to him.”

“Helpful,” Fourth shot back, jaw tight.

“Alright, kids, stop fighting” Pond snapped at the brothers, who glared at each other and looked away.

Engines rumbled first, deep and heavy, like predators announcing themselves before the strike. Headlights cut through the lot as a matte-black car rolled in, sleek and merciless. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles before Gemini even stepped out.

Fourth gasped—he looked like a dream. He was dressed all in black—black denim trousers, black t-shirt, black jacket and a silver necklace that hung around his neck. His eyes were sharp and filled with something other than determination as he saw Fourth through the crowd—amusement. He walked towards Fourth, hands slipping into his jeans pockets as Fourth pushed himself off the good of his new car. 

“Well, well,” Gemini drawled, striding forward. The crowd parted for him without hesitation. “The rookie showed up. Thought you’d chicken out.”

Fourth straightened his spine, even as his stomach twisted. “Why would I waste my breath challenging you if I didn’t mean it?”

Gasps rippled through the onlookers, a chorus of “oohs” and muffled laughter. Pond hid a grin behind his hand, but Phuwin pinched the bridge of his nose.

Gemini’s smirk widened. “Cute. I’ll make sure the street remembers how this ends.” He flicked his gaze at Pond’s blue coupe. “You trust him with that? Or is this your idea of a joke?”

Pond stepped forward, casual but firm. “My car, my choice. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands.”

Gemini tilted his head, studying Fourth again. “We’ll see.”

His gaze slowly drifted down along Fourth’s features—towards his lips. Fourth’s breath hitched, but Gemini just smirked before he pulled his gaze away from Fourth to look at his car.

“Hm” Gemini stepped away from him to look at the car more clearly. “You’ve got a good eye”

Fourth didn’t say a word. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. Gemini’s cologne was too close and he practically felt suffocated. As Gemini straightened himself to his full height, their breaths mixed with each other—one terrified, the other confident. Gemini leaned in closer as the crowd around them gasped in shock.

“Remember the bet, pretty?” Gemini asked, voice hushed and low. “If you lose, I get to do anything to you”

Fourth blinked, turning towards Gemini who’s eyes widened ever so slightly at their closeness. “And if you lose, I get to do anything to you”

Gemini stared at him, smile falling slowly as his gaze fell on Fourth’s lips once again. “Maybe you should use those lips for something other than mouthing me off”

“Yeah?” Fourth asked, drawling. “Like what?”

A curl stretched across Gemini’s lips as he leaned in even more—their lips were only a hairline away from each other. “Lose this match and I’ll let you know”

Fourth swallowed harshly, as he closed his fists tightly. “You wish”

Gemini smirked like he’d already won, straightening with effortless grace before heading back to his black beast of a car. Fourth stood frozen for a moment, fists trembling at his sides. Then he turned and slid into Pond’s coupe, slamming the door shut like it was a declaration.

The cars lined up side by side. Pond crouched by Fourth’s window, voice low and steady despite the riot of cheers around them. “Remember what I told you. He’ll bait you. Don’t bite—save it for the stretch.”

Fourth nodded, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles whitened. He risked one glance sideways. Gemini was lounging in his driver’s seat, fingers drumming lazily against the wheel, a smug little curl tugging at his mouth. He turned his head sideways, eyes sharp and goading, as he looked at Fourth.

The starter stepped forward between the two card, scarf tied around his wrist. He looked at both Gemini and Fourth, making sure they’re ready. They both nodded in acknowledgment as the starter lifted his hands. And then, he dropped it.

The race had officially begun.

Fourth slammed the accelerator, the coupe launching forward like a bullet. Gemini’s car roared alongside him, the black machine effortlessly keeping pace. Neon lights streaked past as the two cars tore down the makeshift track, the crowd’s shouts swallowed by the chaos of speed.

Fourth’s pulse was wild, but his focus narrowed. Every flick of the wheel, every shift of the gear—it was instinct. He skimmed tight along the first corner, Pond’s car hugging the line like it was born for it. Gemini, of course, stayed just a hair ahead, taunting him with his precision.

Halfway down the first stretch, Gemini swerved dangerously close, his bumper nearly kissing Fourth’s door. Fourth growled under his breath and steadied his grip. He could almost see Gemini’s grin in the side mirror.

“He’s playing with you,” Fourth muttered to himself. “But two can play.”

He let Gemini inch ahead, just enough to make the crowd think the rookie was losing steam. Then, as the next corner approached, Fourth downshifted early—cutting sharp, hugging the curve so close sparks nearly flew. When he shot out the other side, he was neck-and-neck with Gemini again.

Gemini’s grin faltered for the first time. His jaw flexed, his eyes cutting sideways to Fourth with something darker than amusement now—interest.

Fourth’s lips curved as Gemini spared him a glance. His gaze was sharp and Fourth grinned, eyes twinkling with challenge. 

The next stretch was brutal—tight corners and a long incline that tested every ounce of control. Fourth threw the coupe into the curve, tires screaming, sparks flashing as the bumper nearly kissed concrete. The crowd erupted behind the barricades, half disbelieving that the rookie was keeping stride with the king.

Gemini wasn’t smiling anymore. His hands were steady, his focus razor-sharp, but there was something else simmering under his calm veneer. Fourth could feel it, even from inside another car. He was being taken seriously.

The straightaway loomed ahead. The finish line burned neon in the distance, taunting them both.

Fourth slammed the gearshift, Pond’s car responding with a guttural roar as it surged forward. His chest tightened, adrenaline spiking—he was right there. Side by side. The air vibrated with the scream of engines and the collective roar of the crowd.

Gemini glanced once more, his lips curling—not into a smirk this time, but something more dangerous. A promise. He shifted at the last possible second, the black beast under him leaping like it had teeth.

The final meters blurred. Fourth pushed harder, fingers white-knuckled around the wheel, vision tunneling down to nothing but the line. And suddenly his vision went black and he was pulled back into the past—his father was sitting next to him, one arm on the driver’s seat, the other grabbing onto the handle above his head. It wasn’t Rejoy who was driving this time—it was Fouth. His dad was laughing, eyes twinkling with warmth, watching his son drive. The moment his gaze fell upon the windshield, his dad’s smile dropped. 

“Watch out, son!” He yelled, as Fourth looked at the windshield.

Someone was standing in front of the vehicle, small, weak and trembling. His dad’s scream resounded in his ears as Fourth pressed the break pedal hard, and the car came to a screeching stop. The smell of burnt tire wafted around him. Fourth gasped, fingers sliding to his neck. There was a whistle somewhere, but Fourth could only hear his dad’s scream tearing through the night. He grappled at the door handle, unable to even process the basic action of opening the door. He gasped, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

People started surrounding him. The door opened and warm sweaty arms pulled him out onto the ground. His sobs finally erupted fully as someone rocked him in his embrace.

He wanted his mom.