Gemini adjusted his white coat as he stood outside the ER, sipping a cold can of black coffee like it was the only thing holding his soul together. The hospital was still buzzing with post-shift adrenaline, but his brain was elsewhere. Not on patients. Not on his charts.
But on him.
He pulled out his phone, careful no one was watching, and opened YouTube. His thumb hesitated before clicking on the thumbnail.
"Fourth Nattawat Compilation – The Cutest Bad Boy of Thai Drama!"
Gemini exhaled. “Just one more clip,” he muttered like an addict convincing himself it was his last hit.
On-screen, Fourth was laughing in slow motion, drenched from a rain scene, brushing his wet hair back like a shampoo commercial. Gemini choked on his coffee.
“Bro. You okay?” Pond’s voice cut in, startling Gemini so hard he almost yeeted his phone across the nurse’s station.
“W-What? Yeah. Just... hot coffee,” Gemini said, coughing violently.
Pond raised an eyebrow. “Sure. Totally believable. Your ‘hot coffee’ just happened to have dimples and perfect collarbones.”
Gemini groaned. “Shut up.”
“You’ve watched that clip, like, ten times this week. I’m starting to think you like him more than coffee. Which, considering your caffeine addiction, is a bold statement.”
Gemini blushed, dragging a hand through his slightly messy black hair. “Whatever. He’s just... charismatic.”
“Oh, now he’s charismatic? Is that what we’re calling ‘I want to climb him like a tree’ these days?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t. You hate that you’re a closeted actor-obsessed doctor with emotionally constipated parents and a secret subscription to a Fourth Nattawat fan page.”
Gemini slapped Pond with a file.
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Later that night, after a double shift, Gemini didn’t go home.
Instead, he went to the acting studio.
The classroom smelled like old wood floors, stage makeup, and ambition. The moment he stepped in, he felt something shift in his chest—like he was breathing for the first time all day.
Acting was freedom. Not that he could tell his parents. His mom thought theater was "for bored rich kids who don’t like science" and his dad believed men who wore eyeliner couldn’t do sutures.
But he was getting good. Good enough that when a casting assistant dropped in during class for a BL audition, he dared to sign up.
He never expected to get the part.
And he definitely never expected Fourth to walk into the rehearsal room as his co-star, smirking like the devil in a denim jacket.
“Hey, P’Gemini,” Fourth said with a wink. “I guess we’re lovers now.”
Gemini blinked. “Wh—what?”
“BL series. Us. Onscreen. Lovers. You top, I bottom.” He leaned in close, eyes dancing with mischief. “Better start practicing.”
Gemini’s soul left his body.
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Fanfiction"Scripted Hearts: The BL That Became Real" "When destiny scripts the unexpected, love takes center stage." Gemini Norawit was destined to be a doctor-or so his parents believed. But after secretly chasing his dream of acting, he lands the lead role...
