Bury You In My Heart || GeminiFourth RPF

Chapter 2: He's not my boyfriend

The paintbrush ran across the drying canvas, its artistry reflecting the ease and control of its creator. However, the artist's mind was elsewhere, wandering thousands of miles away from the painting before him. With a contemplative gaze, Fourth assessed the daring portrait he had crafted, though his thoughts were preoccupied with the recent revelation he had shared with Gemini. Since opening up about his true self, there had been an unsettling silence between them. It had been nearly three days since they had last communicated, and Fourth had immersed himself in his paintings, deliberately leaving his phone switched off. He couldn't help but wonder if Gemini was alright, their usual close contact now replaced by awkward distance.

Throughout their friendship, Gemini had been known to casually invite himself to Fourth's apartment and make himself at home, often sprawling on the sofa for a nap or engage in single player video games while Fourth painted. However, as Fourth glanced over at the sofa sitting in the middle of the living room, a sense of emptiness washed over him.

Exhaustion was becoming increasingly evident on Fourth's face, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil he was experiencing. He had no deadlines to meet, he was financially stable and he had no other issue he would want to rant about. So all his distress could be chalked up to the conversation he had with his best friend days ago. The once easy camaraderie between the boys had now given way to uncertainty, leaving Fourth feeling disoriented. When the doorbell rang, Fourth hesitated before slowly making his way to the peephole.

A wave of relief washed over him as he confirmed that it was his little sister, Front, standing outside. He had no desire to face Gemini right now, and if it had been him at the door, Fourth was ready to pretend he wasn't home.

It was undeniable that Front bore a striking resemblance to her elder brother, Fourth. Their physical similarities were uncanny, making them look like a perfect male-female pair. With her dark hair cascading around her chest and her milky white skin adorned with a natural pink blush, Front's appearance was nothing short of captivating. Her eyes, just like Fourth's, crinkled warmly when she smiled, radiating a brightness that could light up any room.

Meanwhile, Fourth, with his tall stature and dark, shaggy hair possessed the same captivating features that made him stand out. His doe-like eyes had the same tendency to crinkle into the infamous Jirochtikul blinding smile, captivating those around him. And, like Front, he too had a natural pink blush that added a touch of charm to his already striking appearance.

Most people, especially Gemini and Satang used to say that the siblings had the best genes in the group, however knowing how Gemini looked, Fourth had to disagree.

Opening the door, he was greeted by Front's disapproving expression, her knowing look suggesting that she was well aware of his habit of peering through the peephole. Despite the tension between them, Fourth couldn't help but feel a small sense of comfort knowing that his sister was there, even if their encounter began with her sneering face.

"Well, hello there hobo" Front mocked, holding a bag in his face.

He had to acknowledge that he did indeed look the part of a disheveled artist lost in his creative world, with his usually clean shaven face sporting a five o'clock shadow, his hair shaggy and clothes unkempt. He had been so absorbed in his paintings that he had lost track of time, not even realizing how late it had become. He couldn't remember the last time he had a shower or even washed his face.

"Are you here to criticize my artistic choices again?" asked Fourth, opening the door wide enough for his younger sister to roll her eyes and walk in, swinging the semi-transparent bag as she did. She was in her college uniform and that prompted Fourth to look at the clock, realizing alarmingly that it was practically the evening.