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The aroma of grilled seafood and the soft murmur of Thai filled the private room at Gemini’s favourite riverside restaurant. It was a bittersweet occasion, a small, intimate dinner to celebrate the retirement of P’Yui, the woman who had been his rock since he was a gangly, hopeful fifteen-year-old with dreams as big as the Chao Phraya River.

Gemini, now a celebrated twenty-three-year-old idol under the powerhouse GMMTV, raised his glass of iced tea, a genuine smile gracing his lips despite the underlying sadness. Around the table, his friends and fellow GMMTV artists – the ever-mischievous Phuwin, the laid-back Perth, the intensely focused Ohm, and the charming Pond – echoed the sentiment, offering their own anecdotes and well wishes to P’Yui.

P’Yui had been more than just a manager; she had been a second mother. She’d navigated the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry for him, shielding him from the harsh currents while pushing him towards the glittering shores of success. She understood his boundless energy, his occasional impulsive decisions, and somehow managed to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground. The thought of navigating this unpredictable world without her steady hand sent a tremor of unease through him.

The topic of his new manager hung in the air, an unspoken question mark. P’Yui had only revealed that the individual had been personally hired by the CEO, a detail that sparked more questions than answers within the tight-knit GMMTV circle. Was it an experienced industry veteran? Perhaps someone from overseas, bringing a fresh perspective? No one, not even the notoriously well-informed P’Beam, Perth’s manager who seemed to possess an uncanny ability to know every bit of company gossip before it even happened, had any clue. Gemini imagined a stern, middle-aged man with a booming voice or a sharp-tongued woman with an even sharper sense of business. The possibilities swirled in his mind, none of them quite fitting the comfortable familiarity he had with P’Yui.

“I am going to miss you,” Gemini said, his voice softer than usual as he finally addressed P’Yui directly, the festive atmosphere momentarily fading around them.

P’Yui reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I know, my dear. And I am going to miss you too. But look at you, all grown up. Twenty-three! You’re no longer that chubby-cheeked boy who used to cause me so many headaches.” She teased, her eyes twinkling with affection.

“I have never had chubby cheeks!” Gemini protested, feigning offense, though a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, you did,” P’Yui insisted, leaning forward to pinch his cheeks affectionately, her touch light and familiar. “Don’t worry too much, okay? You will be in good hands.”

“I know,” Gemini repeated, the reassurance not quite reaching the knot of apprehension in his stomach. “But I am still going to miss you.”

P’Yui’s smile softened, her gaze filled with a motherly warmth that always made Gemini feel safe. “I know, sweetheart. I will miss you too. But you will do great, Gem. You are destined for greatness. Your career will reach even bigger heights, you’ll see.” Her words were spoken with such conviction that for a fleeting moment, Gemini allowed himself to believe her, even as the uncertainty about the unknown manager lingered. The end of an era was here, and a new, perhaps daunting, chapter was about to begin.

Gemini had been expecting a confirmation about his new manager arriving today or tomorrow. Apparently, he was flying in, the CEO’s assistant had mentioned vaguely. Right now, however, his mind was focused on the upcoming GMMTV concert. He was in the dance studio with Phuwin, Perth, Ohm, and Pond, the familiar burn of his muscles a comforting sensation amidst the swirling uncertainty about his new management.

Suddenly, Pond burst into the studio, his eyes wide with excitement. “Dude! I think we have a prince visiting the company!”

Perth, ever the pragmatist, raised a skeptical eyebrow. “A prince? Really, Pond?”

“I am telling you!” Pond insisted, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “He’s impossibly handsome, a head shorter than Gemini, probably around Perth’s height, with two imposing bodyguards with him. They arrived in a Rolls Royce!”

Gemini tried to focus on stretching his hamstrings, though Pond’s dramatic pronouncements had piqued his curiosity. “I think we would know if a prince was visiting our company,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. Still, the image of his new manager, whoever he was, kept flickering in his mind. He’d been picturing someone much older, more… weathered.

“Yeah. I agree with Gem,” Phuwin chimed in, taking a swig from his water bottle.

Just then, the studio door swung open, and two figures filled the frame. They were undeniably imposing, easily towering over Gemini's already significant height of 183 centimeters. Dressed in sleek black suits that screamed authority, they moved with the coordinated precision of CIA agents. They parted slightly, revealing a man standing behind them. He was indeed impossibly handsome, with sharp features and an air of quiet confidence. He looked to be around Gemini’s age, maybe a touch younger. His gaze swept across the room, and when it landed on Gemini, a warm, genuine smile bloomed on his face, instantly softening his otherwise striking appearance.

He walked towards Gemini, his steps measured and graceful. “Hello, Gemini Norawit. I am Fourth Nattawat, your manager.”

Pond, who had been mid-sip of his own water bottle, promptly choked, sputtering and coughing as Phuwin patted him on the back with amusement.

“My manager?” Gemini echoed, a surprised and slightly disbelieving tone in his voice. This was definitely not the middle-aged man he had envisioned.

“Yes,” Fourth replied, his smile unwavering. “I am sorry for the delay. I had some personal business to attend to. But rest assured, from now on, you will have my undivided attention.” He tilted his head slightly, gesturing to the two men who had positioned themselves discreetly behind him. “These are my assistants, Kurt and Kuwait. Can’t live without them, and now they’ll be helping me. Help you.”

Pond, finally recovering from his watery near-death experience, leaned towards Phuwin, his eyes wide. “Holy shit! That’s the prince!” he whisper-yelled, completely disregarding the fact that the ‘prince’ was now standing right in front of Gemini.

Fourth briefly turned his gaze towards Pond, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes before settling back on Gemini.

“I am sorry to have to leave so soon. Kurt and Kuwait will give you my contact details and will, of course, tend to your needs. I will be seeing you tomorrow for a debriefing. Is that fine with you?” Fourth said, his tone polite yet carrying an underlying air of authority.

“No, it’s perfectly fine with me, Fourth,” Gemini replied, a little flustered by the unexpected appearance and departure.

“Excellent,” Fourth said, his smile widening just a fraction. He then turned his attention to his two assistants. “Please ensure his needs are met and he is safe at all times.”

“Yes, Master Jirochtikul,” Kurt responded, his voice deep and even.

“Yes, sir,” Kuwait echoed, his tone equally formal and unwavering.

Gemini and his friends exchanged bewildered glances. “Master Jirochtikul?” The formality was jarring, almost theatrical. Gemini felt a strange sense of displacement, as if he had somehow stepped into the world of a high-budget K-drama, the kind where the protagonist suddenly finds themselves entangled with a rich chaebol. And apparently, this impeccably dressed, handsome newcomer was his manager.

“Well, see you tomorrow, Gemini. Su su na,” Fourth said, adding a touch of colloquial Thai to his otherwise polished demeanor. His smile widened, crinkling the corners of his eyes, making him appear younger and surprisingly approachable despite the initial intimidation.

As Fourth turned to leave the dance studio, his assistant – the one Gemini had already mentally categorized as ‘more bodyguard than assistant’ – gently placed a hand on his arm, halting his progress.

“Master Jirochtikul,” Kurt said, his expression serious.

“What is it, Kurt?” Fourth asked, his tone patient.

“Will Master be fine without our protec—assistance?” Kurt asked, the slight hesitation before the word ‘assistance’ not going unnoticed by Gemini.

“I will be perfectly fine. You don’t need to worry,” Fourth reassured him with a smile. Kurt gave a curt nod, and just like that, Fourth was gone, leaving a lingering scent of expensive cologne and a room full of bewildered idols.

Gemini and his friends looked at each other again, a silent conversation passing between them. This was definitely not how they had imagined Gemini’s new management would look.
Kurt and Kuwait stood there, their imposing figures somehow filling the studio even more in Fourth’s absence. They were both looking directly at Gemini, their expressions unreadable. They seemed to be awaiting… instructions? Questions? Gemini wasn’t entirely sure. He blinked at the two assistants, these unexpectedly formal guardians now seemingly tasked with assisting him. Or was it protecting him? The line felt increasingly blurred.

The silence in the dance studio stretched, punctuated only by Pond’s occasional nervous cough. Kurt and Kuwait remained statuesque, their dark suits a stark contrast to the colourful tracksuits and casual wear of the idols. Gemini finally broke the silence.

“So…” He began, feeling a little awkward under their intense gaze. “Contact details?”

Kurt immediately produced a sleek, black cardholder from an inside pocket of his jacket. He extracted a card and presented it to Gemini with a slight bow. Kuwait mirrored his action, offering an identical card. The cards were heavy, embossed with a simple, elegant logo Gemini didn’t recognize and two phone numbers each, presumably one for Kurt and one for Kuwait.

“You can reach us at any time, for any matter, Gemini Norawit,” Kurt said, his voice formal but polite.

“Any matter?” Phuwin echoed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Like, if we run out of snacks?”

Kurt’s gaze flickered towards Phuwin for a fraction of a second, his expression remaining impassive. “If it pertains to the well-being or schedule of Gemini Norawit, then yes.”

Pond snorted with suppressed laughter, earning him a subtle glare from Kuwait.
“Right,” Gemini interjected, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. “Well, thank you. It’s… nice to meet you both.”

“The pleasure is ours, Gemini Norawit,” Kuwait replied, his tone leaving little room for argument.

The air still felt thick with unspoken questions. Gemini glanced at his friends, who were doing their best to suppress their amusement and curiosity.

“So, what exactly will you… be helping with?” Perth asked cautiously, picking up his discarded towel.

“We will be assisting Master Jirochtikul in ensuring Gemini Norawit’s schedule is adhered to, his personal needs are met, and his safety is maintained,” Kurt explained, his answer concise and to the point.

“Safety?” Ohm finally spoke, his brow furrowed slightly. “Is there something we should know?”

Kurt and Kuwait exchanged a brief, almost imperceptible look. “Master Jirochtikul believes in being prepared,” Kurt stated simply, offering no further explanation.

The response only deepened the mystery. Gemini couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehow acquired two very serious, very efficient, and possibly overprotective bodyguards masquerading as assistants.

“Well, I think we were just about done with practice for today,” Gemini said, deciding it was probably best to end the rather strange encounter. “We should probably head out.”

His friends readily agreed, gathering their bags and water bottles with unusual haste. As they walked towards the exit, Phuwin sidled up to Gemini, his voice a low whisper.

“Dude, your new manager is like a character straight out of a drama!”
“I know!” Gemini whispered back, equally incredulous. “And those two… they call him ‘Master’!”

“Maybe he’s secretly royalty?” Pond chimed in, his earlier ‘prince’ theory seemingly gaining traction in his mind.

“He did arrive in a Rolls Royce,” Perth conceded, looking thoughtful.

Ohm simply shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “This is going to be interesting.”

As they reached the door, Kurt stepped forward. “Gemini Norawit, we will escort you to your vehicle.”

Gemini blinked. “Oh. That’s… not necessary, thank you. My driver is waiting.”

“Nevertheless, it is our duty,” Kuwait said firmly.

Defeated, Gemini simply nodded. He exchanged another bewildered look with his friends as Kurt and Kuwait flanked him, their presence attracting curious glances from other GMMTV staff members they passed. He felt a strange mix of unease and amusement. His life had just taken a decidedly dramatic turn, and he had a feeling this was only the beginning.

The walk from the dance studio to the parking garage felt oddly formal with Kurt and Kuwait flanking him like silent, watchful sentinels. Other GMMTV trainees and staff members they passed couldn’t help but stare, their eyes widening in curiosity and perhaps a touch of apprehension at the sight of the imposing duo surrounding Gemini. Gemini tried to act casual, offering a polite nod or smile to those he recognized, but the stiffness of his escorts was hard to ignore.

“So,” Gemini ventured, trying to break the silence as they approached his usual parking spot. “You… work for Fourth directly?”

“Yes, Gemini Norawit,” Kurt replied, his gaze sweeping over the parked cars as if assessing potential threats.

“We have been working for Master Jirochtikul for a number of years,” Kuwait added, his tone equally measured.

“Right,” Gemini said, trying to piece together the puzzle. Years? Fourth looked barely older than him. What kind of work required such… intense loyalty and formality? He briefly considered asking about Fourth's Rolls Royce, but decided against it. He had a feeling he wouldn't get a straight answer, or perhaps an answer that would only deepen the mystery.

They reached his usual parking bay where his driver, Uncle Som, was already waiting, leaning against the familiar black van. Uncle Som, a kind-faced man who had been driving him around for years, straightened up as he saw Gemini approach, his usual warm smile ready. However, the sight of Kurt and Kuwait caused his smile to falter slightly, replaced by a look of mild surprise and perhaps a touch of concern.

“Sawadee krap, Khun Gemini,” Uncle Som greeted, opening the van door. He then offered a polite nod to Kurt and Kuwait, a silent question in his eyes.

“Uncle Som, these are Kurt and Kuwait. They are… assisting my new manager,” Gemini explained, feeling the need to downplay the unusual situation for Uncle Som’s sake.

Kurt and Kuwait offered a formal nod in return, their expressions remaining unchanged.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Gemini Norawit. Please do not hesitate to contact us should you require anything,” Kurt said, handing Gemini his card again, just in case he had somehow misplaced the first one.

“Yes. We will be in touch regarding tomorrow’s schedule,” Kuwait added, his gaze lingering on Uncle Som for a moment before returning to Gemini.

“Alright. Thank you,” Gemini said, a little relieved that the escort was over. He slipped into the van, and Uncle Som closed the door behind him. As they pulled out of the parking garage, Gemini watched in the rearview mirror as Kurt and Kuwait stood like silent guardians, their figures unmoving until the van had completely disappeared from sight.

“Everything alright, Khun Gemini?” Uncle Som asked, his voice laced with concern as he glanced at Gemini through the rearview mirror.

Gemini sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Everything is… different, Uncle Som. My new manager… he’s something else.” He didn’t elaborate, knowing it would be difficult to explain the bizarre encounter. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the ‘prince’ comment from Pond, or the ‘Master Jirochtikul’ from Kurt and Kuwait.

He leaned back in his seat, the familiar comfort of the van doing little to quell the whirlwind of confusion in his mind. One thing was for sure: his predictable, well-structured life under P’Yui’s guidance had just been replaced by something entirely unpredictable and undeniably intriguing. He had a feeling tomorrow’s “debriefing” with Fourth Nattawat was going to be anything but ordinary.

The office that had once held P'Yui's comforting clutter now bore the distinct imprint of Fourth's efficient minimalism. The warm, slightly worn furniture had been replaced by sleek, modern pieces in muted tones. A large whiteboard covered one wall, currently blank but radiating an aura of organized precision. Gemini found himself standing in the doorway, a strange mix of nostalgia and curiosity washing over him.

Fourth, dressed in surprisingly casual yet undeniably stylish attire – a fitted black t-shirt and dark wash jeans – greeted him with a welcoming smile. “Gemini. I am glad you could make it.” He gestured towards a small table set with a steaming cup of coffee and a covered plate. “I asked Kurt to get you breakfast. I assume you haven’t eaten.”

“No. Not yet,” Gemini replied, accepting the offered coffee. The aroma was rich and inviting.

“Excellent,” Fourth said, his smile widening slightly. “We can eat while we go through your schedule.”

“Okay,” Gemini nodded, feeling a sense of unexpected comfort in Fourth’s attentiveness. He settled into a chair as Kurt entered silently, placing a perfectly arranged breakfast of jok (Thai rice porridge) and crispy pa tong go (Chinese fried dough sticks) in front of him.

Fourth pulled up a chair opposite him, a tablet in his hands. “Right then. Let’s take a look at the next three months.”

What followed was an exercise in meticulous planning that left Gemini both impressed and slightly overwhelmed. Fourth navigated through the complex web of brand endorsements, concerts, photoshoots, interviews, and overseas appearances with effortless ease. Each event was meticulously plotted, timings down to the minute, with surprisingly generous pockets of free time slotted in between. Considering Gemini was the face of forty-two different brands, and an ambassador for almost a third of them, having any free time at all was usually considered a minor miracle.

“You’ve managed to… condense everything,” Gemini commented, genuinely surprised as he sipped his coffee.

“Efficiency is key,” Fourth replied, tapping on his tablet. “And your well-being is paramount. Overworking you benefits no one.”

Then came the introduction of something entirely new. “I’ve also assembled a dedicated team specifically for you,” Fourth announced, a hint of pride in his voice. He tapped his tablet again, bringing up a series of names and photos. “We’re calling it ‘Team Gemini.’”
He began to introduce the members. “First, we have Lulu. She’s an incredibly talented makeup artist and hairstylist. Her work has been featured in numerous magazines, and she has a keen understanding of your personal style.” A photo of a vibrant woman with an infectious smile flashed on the screen.

“Next is P’Sizzy. She’ll be your fashion stylist. Her portfolio is extensive, and she’s worked with a variety of high-profile magazines and celebrities. She has a fantastic eye for detail.” A picture of a chic woman with impeccable taste appeared.

“And finally, we have P’Ben. He’s your fitness and wellness coach. He’ll be working with you on your diet and exercise regimen to ensure you’re always in top shape.” A photo of a muscular, encouraging-looking man popped up. “Of course, Kurt, Kuwait, and myself complete ‘Team Gemini.’”

“Wow,” Gemini said, taking a bite of his pa tong go. This was certainly a step up from his previous arrangement. While P’Yui had been incredible, she had mostly handled everything herself with some assistance from general GMMTV staff. This level of personalized support was unexpected. “That’s… quite a team.”
“I believe you deserve nothing less,” Fourth said, his gaze meeting Gemini’s. “You’ll meet everyone tomorrow. We’ll have a proper team introduction.”

“So,” Fourth asked after they had gone through the rest of the schedule, his tablet now resting on the table. “What do you think?”

“Quite thorough,” Gemini replied, nodding slowly. It was more than thorough; it was a well-oiled machine designed for maximum efficiency and his personal comfort. He couldn’t deny a sense of excitement bubbling within him. This new chapter, with Fourth at the helm, felt like the start of something significant.

The next day, Gemini arrived at the GMMTV office with a sense of anticipation he hadn’t felt in a while. He found Fourth waiting for him in a larger conference room, a group of people chatting animatedly around a long table. This was it – his new team.

“Gemini, good morning!” Fourth greeted him with a bright smile, gesturing towards the group. “Everyone, this is Gemini Norawit.”

The chatter immediately died down, and all eyes turned towards him. A warm wave of smiles greeted him in return.

“Gemini, this is Lulu,” Fourth began, introducing the vibrant woman from the picture, her energy practically radiating from her. “She’s going to be your go-to for all things hair and makeup.”

“So excited to work with you, Gemini!” Lulu exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “We’re going to create some amazing looks!”

Next, Fourth introduced the chic woman. “And this is P’Sizzy, your stylist. She has a fantastic eye, as you’ll soon see.”

“Welcome to the team, Gemini,” P’Sizzy said, her voice calm and sophisticated. “I’ve already started pulling some ideas together. I think we’ll have a lot of fun experimenting.”

Then, he gestured to a fit-looking man with an encouraging smile. “This is P’Ben, your fitness and wellness coach. He’ll be keeping you in top form.”

“Ready to help you reach your peak performance, Gemini,” P’Ben said, offering a firm handshake. “We’ll focus on a healthy lifestyle that fits your demanding schedule.”

Finally, Fourth turned to the two imposing figures standing slightly behind him. “And you already know Kurt and Kuwait. They will be assisting with… well, everything else,” he finished with a slight, knowing smile.

Gemini returned their smiles, feeling a genuine sense of excitement. This team felt… different. P’Yui had been incredible, but this level of dedicated support was something he had only dreamed of. He could already sense the individual passion and expertise each member brought to the table.

“It’s great to meet all of you,” Gemini said, his own smile widening. “I’m really looking forward to working with such a talented team.”

“We’re just as excited to have you, Gemini,” Lulu chirped.

“Alright everyone,” Fourth said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s grab some coffee and go through Gemini’s schedule for the next couple of weeks. We can discuss any specific needs or ideas you might have.”

The team settled around the table, and the discussion began to flow. Lulu immediately started talking about upcoming photoshoots and the different looks they could explore. P’Sizzy shared some mood boards with potential outfit choices for various events. P’Ben inquired about Gemini’s current dietary habits and exercise routine, offering gentle suggestions for improvement. Kurt and Kuwait remained mostly silent, their presence a steady, reassuring backdrop as they subtly observed the interactions.

Gemini felt a sense of optimism he hadn’t realized he was missing. This team, carefully curated by Fourth, felt like a breath of fresh air. They were all experts in their respective fields, and their enthusiasm was infectious. He looked at Fourth, who was leading the meeting with a quiet confidence and an easy smile, and a warmth spread through him. He still didn't know the full story behind his new manager, but one thing was becoming increasingly clear: his career was about to enter a whole new level, and he had a feeling it was going to be an incredible ride.

The company function was abuzz with energy. Journalists from various media outlets mingled with GMMTV executives and artists, a constant hum of conversations filling the air. This was Gemini’s first official event since P’Yui’s retirement and Fourth’s arrival, and the air crackled with anticipation.

As Gemini stepped out of the waiting van, he couldn’t help but notice his team. Lulu, P’Sizzy, Kurt, and Kuwait stood waiting near the entrance, a unified front in their matching outfits: black jeans, pristine white sneakers, and white T-shirts emblazoned with a stylized Gemini logo on the front. On the back, in bold black lettering, read “Team Gemini.” Even the perpetually stoic Kurt and Kuwait sported the casual look, although their addition of mirrored sunglasses, even indoors, was a touch comical. Fourth stood slightly apart, his soft cream cashmere cardigan adding a touch of relaxed elegance to the otherwise casual ensemble. His Fendi sneakers, in muted grey and white, completed the effortlessly stylish look.

Gemini couldn’t help but smile at the coordinated effort. It was a bold statement, a clear indication of a new era. He felt a surge of warmth towards his new manager for orchestrating this.

As he walked towards them, Lulu beamed, making a final adjustment to his hair. “You look incredible, Gemini!”

“Definitely a fresh look,” P’Sizzy added, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “I told you, your proportions are magnificent! This fitted shirt really showcases them.”

Gemini chuckled, feeling a newfound confidence in the way he was styled. Lulu’s makeup was indeed a departure from his usual look – a more natural, clean aesthetic that highlighted his sharp jawline and expressive eyes without feeling heavy. Even his hair, usually styled with more volume, was now neatly swept back, giving him a sophisticated edge.

“Ready to make a statement?” Fourth asked, his eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement as he watched Gemini’s reaction to the team’s attire.

“Definitely,” Gemini replied, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness. This was his first time stepping out without P’Yui, but having this dedicated team around him, so visibly united, eased his anxieties.

As they entered the venue, the subtle buzz intensified. Heads turned, and camera flashes immediately started popping. Gemini walked confidently, his team forming a protective yet stylish circle around him. Kurt and Kuwait, despite their casual attire, maintained their vigilant watch, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd.

During the press conference where upcoming projects were announced, including details about Gemini’s highly anticipated solo concert, his team remained a constant presence in the background. Fourth fielded most of the managerial questions with ease and charm, occasionally turning to Gemini for his personal insights and thoughts.

Later, as they navigated through the crowded reception, Gemini felt a sense of pride looking at his team. They weren’t just staff; they were a unit, a dedicated force working towards his success. He caught Fourth’s eye across the room, and his manager offered him a subtle, encouraging nod. For the first time since P’Yui’s departure, Gemini felt a genuine sense of excitement for the future, a future that looked bright and full of possibilities with “Team Gemini” by his side.

Later in the evening, amidst the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses, Gemini found himself cornered – in a friendly way, of course – by Phuwin, Perth, and Pond. Ohm had been whisked away for an impromptu interview with a popular online magazine.

“So, spill the tea,” Phuwin said, his eyes wide with curiosity as he leaned closer. “This whole… well, the whole entourage thing. What’s the deal?”

Gemini chuckled, taking a sip of his water. “You saw them. That’s Team Gemini.”

“Team Gemini?” Pond echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously? Like a superhero squad?”

“Pretty much,” Gemini laughed. “Fourth’s idea. He thinks having a dedicated team will help elevate my brand, give consistency to my image, and all that jazz.”

“Wait…” Pond’s eyes widened further. “They’ll be with you… all the time? Like, whenever you have a schedule?”

“Yeah,” Gemini confirmed. “Pretty much. Even Kurt and Kuwait, surprisingly. Although I still haven’t quite figured out what their exact roles are beyond looking intimidatingly efficient.”

“He even got you a personal trainer?” Phuwin asked, a hint of envy in his voice.

“P’Ben is a wellness and fitness coach,” Gemini corrected. “So, it’s not just about working out. He’ll be assisting with my overall well-being – making sure I eat properly, get enough rest, and not just focusing on the exercise part.”

“Impressive,” Perth said, nodding slowly. “Truly impressive. It sounds like Fourth knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“I guess,” Gemini shrugged, though a small smile betrayed his true feelings. “I was nervous with the whole transition thing after P’Yui left, but actually, now I’m quite happy. Fourth even managed to carve out some proper free time in my schedule.”

Phuwin’s jaw dropped. “Free time? In this industry?” He stared at Gemini with mock disbelief. “Okay, what sort of magic is your manager weaving because I want in on that. Seriously, my schedule looks like it was designed by a sadist.”

“Me too!” Pond exclaimed, throwing an arm dramatically over Phuwin’s shoulder. “Lord knows I could use some free time to actually, you know, live a little.”

Gemini laughed at their exaggerated reactions. “I don’t know his secret, honestly. He just… seems to have everything very well organized. And he’s very insistent on me having downtime. Says it’s crucial for creativity and avoiding burnout.”

“Well, tell this Fourth guy he’s a miracle worker,” Phuwin said, shaking his head in amazement. “Maybe he can give P’Jack some pointers.” He glanced over at his manager, P’Jack, who was currently deep in conversation with a group of reporters, looking slightly harried.

Gemini nodded, a comfortable feeling settling in his chest. The initial apprehension about his new manager was slowly being replaced by a sense of excitement and trust. Fourth Nattawat was definitely an enigma, but so far, he was proving to be exactly what Gemini needed, even if he hadn't known it himself. The future looked promising, and for the first time in a long time, Gemini felt a genuine sense of calm amidst the whirlwind of his celebrity life.

Life with Team Gemini settled into a comfortable rhythm. Gemini found himself genuinely enjoying the company of Lulu and P’Sizzy, their creative energy and playful banter making even the most grueling schedules feel lighter. P’Ben, true to his word, curated a meal plan that was both healthy and surprisingly delicious, banishing Gemini’s fears of endless bland salads. Even Kurt and Kuwait, despite their initial formality, revealed themselves to be incredibly kind in their own stoic way. They were always there with a bottle of water or a discreet snack during long shoots, and the memory of Kurt’s unexpected piggyback ride after Gemini’s minor ankle twist still brought a smile to his face. They were undoubtedly bodyguards, a fact Fourth never explicitly stated, but their unwavering vigilance regarding Gemini's safety was a constant reminder. Yet, they were unfailingly polite and respectful to everyone around them.

And then there was Fourth.
Gemini had initially been apprehensive, unsure if he could ever forge a genuine connection with someone so seemingly reserved and authoritative. But Fourth had proven to be surprisingly… everything. He possessed a dry wit that often caught Gemini off guard, making him laugh until his sides ached. He was also incredibly sweet and attentive, always anticipating Gemini’s needs before he even voiced them. And then there was the undeniable fact that Fourth Nattawat was breathtakingly good-looking. Add to that his inherent charm, a touch of endearing awkwardness that occasionally peeked through his polished exterior, and a subtle bossiness that Gemini found inexplicably… adorable.

Yes, Gemini Norawit, one of Thailand's biggest idols, was undeniably, irrevocably, and quite possibly catastrophically crushing on his manager.

The realization had hit him like a rogue wave during a late-night photoshoot. Fourth had been observing him intently, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration, and then a small, encouraging smile had touched his lips. In that moment, something had shifted within Gemini. Embarrassment, unprofessionalism, and the sheer impossibility of the situation had washed over him in a dizzying tide.

It wasn't his fault, he reasoned internally, trying to rationalize his burgeoning feelings. How could anyone spend this much time in Fourth’s proximity and not fall at least a little bit in love? Was that even biologically possible? Perhaps he had a competence kink, Gemini mused, the thought immediately followed by a mental facepalm. Or maybe it was simply that Fourth was genuinely, objectively pretty, and also happened to be adorably flustered when Gemini teased him about his surprisingly extensive knowledge of obscure boy bands. Oh God, this was mortifying. Especially for him, Gemini, who was not exactly known for his poker face.

He often caught himself staring at Fourth, a goofy, heart-eyed expression he desperately tried to mask. He wondered if the rest of the team noticed. Did Lulu and P’Sizzy exchange knowing glances? Did Kurt and Kuwait’s ever-watchful eyes see more than he intended them to? The thought sent a fresh wave of self-consciousness through him. He really needed to get a grip. His manager was his manager. End of story. Except, his heart didn't seem to have received that particular memo.

The carefully constructed bubble of Gemini’s new routine was unexpectedly burst by a wave of sudden and intense media attention. A rumour, unfounded and completely fabricated, started circulating online about Gemini supposedly being romantically involved with a fellow artist from another agency – a rumour fueled by a misinterpreted photo taken at a recent charity event.

Within hours, social media exploded. Hordes of fans expressed their opinions, some supportive, others less so, and a significant portion were outright hostile towards the other artist involved. The rumour mill churned relentlessly, various online news outlets picking up the story and adding their own speculative twists. Gemini’s phone buzzed non-stop with notifications, a chaotic symphony of speculation and opinion.

He found himself increasingly anxious, the negativity seeping into his usually optimistic outlook. He knew the drill – this was the nature of the industry, but the intensity of this particular rumour felt different, more invasive. He usually relied on P’Yui to navigate these situations, her calm demeanor and strategic responses always managing to quell the storm. Now, he wasn't sure how to handle it.

As the online frenzy escalated, Kurt and Kuwait became even more vigilant, their presence around Gemini a constant, reassuring shield. Lulu and P’Sizzy did their best to distract him, filling their downtime with lighthearted banter and discussions about upcoming projects. But the worry gnawed at Gemini. He hadn't spoken to Fourth about it yet, unsure of how to broach the subject.
Finally, unable to bear the mounting pressure any longer, Gemini found Fourth in his office, his brow furrowed as he stared at his laptop screen, presumably monitoring the situation.

“Fourth?” Gemini began hesitantly, his voice a little shaky.

Fourth looked up immediately, his expression softening as he took in Gemini’s obvious distress. “Gemini. Come in. I was just about to call you.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk.
Gemini sat down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I… I saw the news. It’s everywhere.”

Fourth nodded, his gaze serious. “Yes. It’s unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected in this industry. We need to address it strategically.”

Gemini waited, feeling a wave of relief wash over him simply knowing that Fourth was taking charge.

“Here’s what I’ve been working on,” Fourth continued, turning his laptop screen to face Gemini. He had already drafted a concise statement, refuting the rumour and emphasizing Gemini’s focus on his upcoming concert and projects. He had also scheduled a brief, controlled interview with a reputable magazine known for its fair reporting.

As Fourth explained his plan, his voice calm and reassuring, Gemini felt a sense of trust solidify within him. Fourth wasn’t just efficient; he was understanding and proactive. He was handling this with the same meticulous attention to detail he applied to everything else.

“What do you think?” Fourth asked once he had outlined the strategy.

Gemini nodded, a genuine smile finally breaking through his worry. “It sounds perfect, Fourth. Thank you.”

Fourth leaned back in his chair, his own expression softening into a gentle smile. “That’s what I’m here for, Gemini. We’re a team, remember?”

In that moment, the chaotic storm of online rumours seemed to recede into the background. All that mattered was the quiet reassurance in Fourth’s voice and the unwavering support in his eyes. Gemini knew, with a certainty that warmed him from the inside out, that he wasn’t alone in navigating the turbulent waters of his career. And as Fourth continued to discuss the next steps, Gemini found himself looking at his manager not just with gratitude, but with a deeper, more profound sense of… something. The embarrassing crush suddenly felt a little less embarrassing, and maybe, just maybe, a tiny bit less impossible.

The smoky aroma of grilled meats hung heavy in the air at Ohm’s latest culinary obsession – a newly opened BBQ joint that promised authentic American-style ribs. Gemini and the rest of the group were digging into their platters, the conversation as relaxed and comfortable as the worn wooden tables around them.

“You know,” Pond started, wiping a smear of sauce from his cheek, “now that we’ve had Fourth around for a while… there are some things I’ve been meaning to ask.” He glanced pointedly at Gemini.

Gemini, happily gnawing on a juicy chicken wing, raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Well, for starters,” Phuwin chimed in, leaning forward conspiratorially, “that man has serious money, right?”

Gemini paused, a vague recollection of his initial curiosity about Fourth’s background surfacing. He’d been so consumed by his feelings lately that he’d almost forgotten the subtle clues. “Yeah, I guess so. I noticed his clothes are… nice.”

“Nice?” Perth snorted, carefully cutting into his steak. “Gemini, those ‘nice’ clothes probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. And his car? That Porsche he occasionally drives when Kurt picks him up? That’s not exactly a standard manager vehicle.” He paused for dramatic effect. “And the jewelry! Subtle, yes, but definitely the kind that comes with a hefty price tag.”

Gemini flushed slightly, realizing he’d been rather oblivious. “I… I didn’t really pay that much attention.”

“No surprise there,” Pond muttered under his breath, earning a playful shove from Phuwin.

“But it’s more than just the money,” Perth continued, looking thoughtful. “Did you guys notice how comfortable he is around our CEO? Like, really comfortable? Almost… chummy.”

“Now that you mention it…” Gemini trailed off, a memory of seeing Fourth and the CEO laughing together in the company cafeteria flashing through his mind. Their interaction had seemed more akin to friends than boss and employee. This had inadvertently sparked some whispers among other staff members, suggesting Gemini was receiving preferential treatment due to his manager’s connection, a notion his friends knew to be utterly false. Gemini was one of the hardest-working idols in the industry; his success was a result of sheer dedication.

Then Ohm, who had been relatively quiet, finally spoke up, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually, I saw Fourth the other day. At the Sepang International Circuit.”

“You went racing?” Gemini asked, knowing Ohm’s passion for motorsports.

“Yeah, my usual weekend thing,” Ohm replied. “And guess who I saw in the VIP lounge? Fourth. With the CEO of InnoTech.”

InnoTech. The name sent a ripple of recognition through the group. It was a multinational tech giant, a behemoth in the industry.

“The CEO?” Phuwin’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Was it a business meeting?”

Ohm shook his head. “Didn’t look like it. They were talking, laughing, seemed really familiar, like old friends catching up. Fourth didn’t even seem to notice me.”

The pieces started to click into place, forming a fragmented yet intriguing picture in Gemini’s mind. The expensive clothes, the Porsche, the comfortable relationship with the CEO, and now a casual meeting with the CEO of a major tech company. Who exactly was Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul? The question hung in the air, a shared curiosity buzzing amongst the friends amidst the lively chatter of the BBQ joint. The enigma of Gemini’s charming and incredibly efficient manager was deepening, and they all had a feeling that the answer might be more surprising than any of them could have imagined.

The newfound questions about Fourth lingered in Gemini’s mind long after the last of the BBQ sauce had been licked from their fingers. He found himself observing his manager more intently, his casual glances now laced with a detective-like focus. He scrutinized Fourth’s choice of accessories – the understated but clearly expensive watch, the designer phone case, the impeccably tailored (even when casual) clothes. Each detail seemed to whisper of a life far removed from that of a typical talent manager.

He even found himself surreptitiously Googling Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul late one night, huddled under his duvet like a teenager trying to sneak past curfew. The search results were surprisingly sparse. There was a professional LinkedIn profile that simply listed his role as a Talent Manager at GMMTV. No previous work history, no mention of family ties. It was as if Fourth had materialized out of thin air. The lack of information only fueled Gemini’s curiosity further.

His attempts at casual inquiry with Kurt and Kuwait proved equally fruitless. They answered every question with polite but vague responses, their loyalty to “Master Jirochtikul” unwavering and impenetrable. Gemini even tried to subtly pump Lulu and P’Sizzy for information, but they had only been hired recently, just like him, and knew as little about Fourth’s background as he did.

Amidst this amateur sleuthing, Gemini’s feelings for Fourth continued to blossom, much to his own internal chagrin. The mystery surrounding his manager only added another layer of intrigue to his already captivating personality. He found himself even more drawn to Fourth’s quiet confidence, his sharp wit, and the occasional glimpses of vulnerability that he allowed Gemini to see.

During a particularly hectic day of back-to-back schedules, Gemini had felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He had been quietly battling a headache and trying to maintain his usual cheerful demeanor for the cameras. Fourth, ever observant, had noticed his subtle fatigue. Without a word, he had instructed Kurt to fetch Gemini a cooling eye mask and a bottle of his preferred electrolyte drink. The small gesture, delivered with quiet concern, had sent a fresh wave of warmth through Gemini.

Later that week, during a late-night script reading for an upcoming project, Gemini had stumbled over a particularly complex line. He had mumbled an apology, feeling his frustration rise. Fourth, instead of offering a correction, had shared a self-deprecating anecdote about his own struggles with Mandarin pronunciation, making Gemini laugh and instantly easing the tension.

These small moments, these glimpses into Fourth’s thoughtful and surprisingly relatable side, only served to deepen Gemini’s affection. His heart would do an involuntary little flutter whenever Fourth’s gaze lingered on him for a moment too long, or when their hands accidentally brushed while reviewing documents.

The crush was no longer just a fleeting infatuation; it felt like something more substantial, something that made his chest tighten and his palms sweat at unexpected moments. He was walking a tightrope of professional conduct and burgeoning feelings, and the fear of tipping over into utter embarrassment was a constant companion. He tried to play it cool, to maintain a professional distance, but every now and then, a goofy, love-struck smile would betray him, especially when Fourth did something particularly charming or witty. He could only hope that his friends, with their knowing glances, were the only ones who noticed the chaotic symphony playing out in his heart. The mystery of Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul’s identity was intriguing, but the mystery of what those stolen glances and quiet smiles truly meant was what kept Gemini awake at night.

The mystery surrounding Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul, it turned out, wasn’t as deeply buried as Gemini had imagined. In fact, the truth was about to slap him in the face with the subtlety of a rogue wave crashing onto the shore.

Gemini had a rare hour of unscheduled downtime and, as had become his habit, found himself gravitating towards Fourth’s office. The door was slightly ajar, and the murmur of a phone conversation drifted out. Thinking nothing of it, Gemini pushed it open a little further, intending to ask if Fourth needed anything.

He froze, the casual greeting he was about to utter dying on his lips. Fourth was speaking in fluent Mandarin, a language Gemini only understood a smattering of, but the key phrases he did catch sent a jolt of icy shock through him.

“…yes, Father. The evaluation is complete. All the necessary data has been compiled. The potential for growth is substantial, as anticipated.” Fourth’s tone was calm, businesslike, devoid of the playful warmth he often showed Gemini.

Then came the words that made Gemini’s blood run cold. “Yes, the acquisition of GMM is finalized. The contract was signed this morning.”

Gemini’s breath hitched in his throat. Acquisition? GMM? Fourth was talking about his company, their company, the place that had been his home for the past eight years. And Fourth, his incredibly efficient, adorably bossy, possibly secret billionaire manager, was orchestrating its takeover.

He stood there, just outside the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. The casual familiarity he had come to share with Fourth, the stolen glances, the shared laughter, the burgeoning crush – it all suddenly felt tainted, like a carefully constructed illusion. Was this why Fourth was so attentive? Was “Team Gemini” just a way to gain inside access? Was his entire presence a meticulously planned corporate strategy?

He wanted to barge in, to demand answers, to scream at Fourth for this perceived betrayal. But a strange paralysis gripped him. He felt a confusing mix of hurt, anger, and a deep, gut-wrenching sense of disappointment. The man he was starting to care for, the man who had brought order and a surprising amount of joy into his chaotic life, was seemingly here under false pretenses.

Fourth continued his conversation, oblivious to Gemini’s presence. “Yes, I understand the need for discretion. The official announcement will be made next week. Until then, it’s business as usual.”

Business as usual? Gemini’s mind reeled. How could anything be “business as usual” when the very foundation of their professional world was about to shift so dramatically? And how could Fourth act so… detached, so purely professional, when Gemini felt like his entire world had just tilted on its axis?

Quietly, carefully, Gemini backed away from the door, his mind racing. The image of Fourth in his expensive clothes, arriving in a Rolls Royce, his close relationship with the CEO – it all suddenly clicked into place with a sickening finality. The prince Pond had jokingly speculated about? He might not have been far off.

He retreated to the empty dance studio, the familiar scent of sweat and polished wood usually comforting now feeling sterile and cold. He sank onto a bench, his head in his hands. So, Fourth wasn’t just a manager. He was something much, much more. And whatever that was, it felt like it had just driven a wedge between them, a wedge wider and deeper than Gemini could have ever imagined. The catastrophic crush suddenly felt less embarrassing and more like a monumental, heart-wrenching mistake.

The following day, the scheduled "debriefing" with Fourth felt heavy with unspoken tension. Gemini arrived at the familiar office, his steps slow and his expression carefully neutral. He couldn’t quite meet Fourth’s eyes as he took his usual seat.

Fourth, as always, greeted him with a warm smile. “Gemini, good to see you. Did you sleep well?”

The casual question felt like a punch to the gut. Did he sleep well? He had spent half the night tossing and turning, the revelation about the acquisition replaying in his mind like a broken record. The charming, attentive manager he thought he was getting to know was, in reality, an emissary of a corporate takeover.

“Fine, thank you,” Gemini replied, his voice a little flat.

Fourth didn’t seem to notice, launching into a discussion about upcoming schedules and brand commitments. Gemini nodded along, his mind a million miles away. Every detail Fourth mentioned – every meticulously planned event, every seemingly thoughtful gesture – now felt suspect, viewed through the lens of this newfound knowledge.

Finally, unable to contain it any longer, Gemini interrupted Fourth mid-sentence. “Fourth, I… I overheard you on the phone yesterday.”

Fourth’s smile faltered, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. He closed the tablet he was holding and placed it on the desk, his full attention now on Gemini.

“You did?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a hint of caution.

Gemini nodded, his gaze finally meeting Fourth’s, a mixture of hurt and accusation in his eyes. “I heard you talking about… the acquisition of GMM.”

The air in the office thickened. Fourth remained silent for a moment, his gaze steady and unwavering. Then, he sighed, a hint of resignation in his expression.

“Yes, Gemini. That’s… the situation.”
“So, it’s true?” Gemini asked, the disbelief still lingering. “Your family… they’re buying GMM?”

“It’s a business decision,” Fourth said, his tone becoming more formal. “My father believes it’s a sound investment with significant potential.”

“And you? What’s your role in all of this?” Gemini pressed, the hurt in his voice more pronounced now. “Were you… sent here?”

Fourth hesitated for a fraction of a second. “My father asked me to come and evaluate the company’s potential. To get a firsthand understanding of its operations before the final decision was made.”

“And ‘Team Gemini’?” Gemini asked, gesturing around the office with a touch of bitterness. “Was that part of the evaluation process too? Getting close to the talent? To me?”

A shadow crossed Fourth’s face. “No, Gemini. That… that was not part of the initial plan.”

“Then what was it?” Gemini challenged, needing to understand the truth behind their connection. Was any of it real? Or was it all just a carefully orchestrated performance?

Fourth looked directly at Gemini, his eyes holding a depth of sincerity that made Gemini’s confusion even greater. “Gemini, what I told you yesterday… about your well-being being paramount? That was the truth. Regardless of the acquisition, regardless of my father’s plans, my priority as your manager has been, and still is, your success and your happiness.”

Gemini stared at him, searching for any hint of deception. But in Fourth’s earnest gaze, he saw something that resonated with the kindness and attentiveness he had experienced firsthand. The situation was far more complicated than he had initially thought. The “debriefing” had definitely taken an unexpected turn, and the truth, it seemed, was just beginning to unravel.

“So where do we go from here?” Gemini asked, the weight of the revelation still heavy in the air, but a fragile seed of hope beginning to sprout.

“Not much has to change on the artists' side. It will mostly be more in the changes in management. Trying to come up with a management style that is more artist-focused, that way if our artists are happy then they would renew their contract with us and they would perform in a way that they would want their contract to be renewed by us,” Fourth explained, his tone measured and professional. But Gemini couldn’t care less about the business logistics right now. That wasn't the answer he needed. He needed to know about them, about the confusing tangle of burgeoning feelings that had taken root between them.

“What about us?” Gemini asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched as Fourth visibly tensed, his gaze flitting away for a fleeting moment before he forced himself to meet Gemini’s eyes again.

“We will have a working relationship together. Since I will be taking over another role, we will find a suitable manager for you. One that we are both happy with,” Fourth replied, his words carefully chosen and devoid of any personal inflection.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Gemini said, stepping closer. “Or have I imagined everything that has happened between us?”

The question seemed to crack the carefully constructed facade of professionalism that Fourth had been wearing. His gaze drifted towards a point somewhere over Gemini’s shoulder, his posture slumping almost imperceptibly as he took a shuddering breath.

“Did I imagine all of it?” Gemini pressed, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I- I…” Fourth stammered, finally forcing his gaze back to Gemini. His eyes were softer now, filled with a heart-wrenching vulnerability that tightened Gemini’s chest.

It was in that moment that the full weight of his emotions crashed down on Gemini. This wasn’t just a crush; he was irrevocably, hopelessly in love with Fourth. The thought terrified him. If he had somehow misread everything, the signals, the moments they had shared… it would truly be the most heartbreaking thing he had ever experienced.

“No… you didn’t imagine it,” Fourth admitted, his voice a raw whisper. Relief flooded through Gemini, so potent it almost buckled his knees. He inhaled sharply, exhaling slowly as if he had momentarily forgotten how to breathe.

“It’s complicated… with everything that is to happen… you know we can’t—I can’t…” Fourth trailed off, his gaze dropping away from Gemini’s.

Gemini took two steps forward, willing his runaway heart to stay within his ribcage. He took another two steps until he was close enough to gently cup Fourth’s face in his hands. He had half-expected Fourth to flinch or recoil, but instead, Fourth closed his eyes, taking another sharp breath as he leaned into Gemini’s touch.

“It’s complicated, not impossible,” Gemini said, his voice an almost inaudible whisper as he stroked Fourth’s cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Fourth leaned further into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He blinked his eyes open, looking up at Gemini, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension.

“It could get messy,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Gemini smiled softly and nodded.

“It could,” Gemini agreed, his thumb continuing its gentle caress. “But I like you. I like you so much.”

“Gem—” Fourth began, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes searching Gemini’s.

“I like you so, so much,” Gemini repeated, his voice filled with a sincerity that echoed the depth of his feelings.

And just like that, Fourth leaned up, bridging the remaining distance between them. His lips met Gemini’s in a soft, gentle kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The world outside the office seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that charged, intimate moment. It was a kiss filled with tenderness, hesitation, and a promise of something more, something complicated, but undeniably real.

When the soft kiss ended, Fourth looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and filled with a tenderness that made Gemini’s heart ache in the best possible way. He took another shaky breath. “Gem…”

Gemini cut him off with a gentle peck on the lips, his fingers still cupping Fourth’s warm face. “Don’t say it,” Gemini said softly, resting his forehead against Fourth’s. “Please don’t.”

“We need to do what’s best for your career,” Fourth said, his voice barely a whisper, the weight of responsibility evident in his tone.

“Not if it means I can’t have you,” Gemini said, his grip on Fourth’s face firm, tilting it up so their eyes could meet. “I don’t live a life of regrets, and not having you… sacrificing what this could be for my career… I don’t want that.”

“You are putting me in an impossible situation, Gemini,” Fourth said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite his words.

“You are a genius. You can make this work,” Gemini said, his own smile widening. The absurdity and the possibility of it all fueled a surge of hope within him.

The compliment earned a small, deprecating laugh from Fourth. “I am not a miracle worker.”

“I believe in you,” Gemini said, his thumb stroking Fourth’s cheek with gentle reassurance.

Fourth closed his eyes, leaning further into Gemini’s touch, another slow breath escaping his lips. “I like you too… so much so that any sense has well and truly left the building.” He opened his eyes, his gaze locking with Gemini’s, a newfound vulnerability shining through.

His relationship with Fourth blossomed in the sheltered bubble of their professional lives. The members of Team Gemini, while offering no explicit commentary, weren’t blind to the shift in dynamic. Kurt and Kuwait exchanged knowing glances whenever Gemini and Fourth lingered a moment too long, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Lulu, ever the romantic, would often sport a delighted, shipper-like expression whenever their eyes met across a room or a shared smile lingered.

As for Gemini and Fourth, their "debriefing sessions" became less about schedules and more about stolen moments. Fourth would valiantly attempt to work through itineraries and contracts, only to be derailed by Gemini’s playful flirting, which inevitably led to Fourth straddling his lap, their lips locked in passionate kisses instead of poring over paperwork. The day Kurt walked in on one such session was etched in Gemini’s memory; the normally unflappable bodyguard had turned a remarkable shade of crimson, quickly retreating with a mumbled apology.

Their relationship deepened to the point where Gemini routinely spent his nights at Fourth’s sleek, modern house, waking up tangled in the expensive sheets of Fourth’s bed. When Kuwait arrived in the mornings to chauffeur Fourth, he offered only a discreet, knowing smile, no questions asked.

Even Lulu, the ever-observant makeup artist, took the evidence of their late-night rendezvous in stride. When her expert concealer was needed to camouflage a rather enthusiastic love bite on Gemini’s neck before an early morning shoot, she simply muttered to a slightly sheepish Fourth that perhaps future displays of affection could be confined to more discreet locations.

Two months passed in this blissful, clandestine bubble. Then came the official announcement: Jirochtikul Holdings had acquired GMMTV for a staggering billion Baht. The official unveiling of the new CEO was scheduled for the annual company press conference.

In the midst of this professional upheaval, Gemini and Fourth had also found a new manager for Gemini. Keera, a veteran in the industry with nearly fifteen years of experience, was in her late thirties. She was known for her sharp mind, meticulous organization (bordering on OCD, Gemini suspected), and a surprisingly kind heart hidden beneath a no-nonsense exterior. Both Gemini and Fourth felt confident in her ability to navigate his career moving forward.

Gemini knew that with Fourth stepping into the role of CEO, their professional dynamic would inevitably change. They had discussed the implications for their personal lives at length. Fourth had even spoken to his parents, who, while perhaps initially surprised, had ultimately been accepting, provided that Fourth and Gemini handled their relationship with discretion and professionalism in their public lives.

The Jirochtikul PR management team, anticipating the potential for their relationship to be exposed, strongly suggested a formal announcement before they were potentially outed by the ever-present media. They also advised that Gemini take an unofficial hiatus from taking on any new acting projects for the time being, although he would continue to fulfill his obligations to his forty-two endorsement deals. Fourth had initially resisted this, worried about Gemini’s career momentum. However, Gemini had reassured him, stating that while he would step back from acting for now, he would instead focus on his music, finally dedicating time to work on his long-awaited album. This compromise seemed to appease everyone, allowing them to navigate the complex landscape of their intertwined personal and professional lives.

The day of the official announcement felt charged with an almost electric tension. Gemini sat with Phuwin, Perth, and Pond in a designated area for artists, the nervous energy in the room palpable. The staff members and other artists buzzed with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity regarding the change in management. Gemini’s own heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of hushed whispers.

When Fourth finally took to the stage, the room fell silent. He looked utterly breathtaking. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, his hair impeccably styled, he exuded an aura of quiet power and undeniable charisma. Gemini’s breath hitched. It still felt surreal that this stunning man, who was currently commanding the attention of the entire company and the assembled press, was the same person he had spent the previous night tangled in sheets with. The thought sent a wave of heat rushing through him. He couldn’t believe he got to kiss Fourth, touch him… and tonight, he knew exactly what he would be doing.

Fourth’s speech was, in Gemini’s admittedly biased opinion (perhaps a little very biased), incredibly inspiring. He spoke of innovation, collaboration, and a renewed focus on the artists, his passion for the company and its talent shining through. Gemini found himself captivated, not just by the content of his speech, but also by the sheer magnetism of Fourth in a position of authority. There was something undeniably hot about it, a thrill that ran through him at the thought of this powerful man being his. He had a feeling he would be finding plenty of excuses to visit the CEO’s office in the near future, ostensibly to discuss work, but in reality, to shamelessly flirt and steal kisses.

His friends, meanwhile, were gaping at the stage, their initial shock slowly giving way to a barrage of questions directed at Gemini.

“Wait… that’s your Fourth?” Phuwin whispered, his eyes wide.

“The one with the bodyguards?” Pond added, equally astonished.

“He owns… this?” Perth asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

Gemini simply offered a vague smile and a shrug. “I told you I had a new manager.” He had conveniently forgotten to mention the part about his new manager secretly being the heir to a billion-dollar empire about to acquire their entire company. He had introduced them briefly to Keera earlier, and they had found her professional demeanor and sharp gaze far more intimidating than Fourth’s initial coolness.

Across the room, as Fourth concluded his speech and began shaking hands with various businessmen, his eyes briefly met Gemini’s. The look was subtle, fleeting, but it held a wealth of unspoken communication. A hint of a smile played on Fourth’s lips, a promise of what awaited Gemini later that night. Gemini felt a blush creep up his neck, his cheeks warming despite his best efforts to remain composed. Oh yes, he was definitely going to get thoroughly ‘dicked down’ tonight if Fourth kept sending him those looks. He just hoped his friends, still reeling from the news, hadn’t noticed him turning the colour of a ripe tomato.

The weeks following the CEO announcement settled into a comfortable, if slightly surreal, rhythm. The initial shock and flurry of media attention gradually subsided after Jirochtikul PR released their carefully crafted statement. It was a masterclass in subtle confirmation, acknowledging the relationship between Fourth Nattawat and Gemini Norawit without delving into any personal details, simply requesting that the public respect their privacy.

True to the PR team’s recommendation, Gemini retreated from the immediate spotlight. His days were now spent in the haven of Fourth’s house, specifically in the surprisingly well-equipped recording studio Fourth had somehow managed to install. Immersed in his music, Gemini found a sense of peace and purpose he hadn’t realized he’d been craving. He poured his emotions, the whirlwind of the past few months, and his deep, unwavering love for Fourth into his lyrics and melodies. Being away from the constant demands of acting allowed him to reconnect with his passion, to explore new sounds and stories. He loved Fourth fiercely, a love that had blossomed amidst unexpected circumstances, and every note he sang felt like a testament to that bond.

The moment the official statement dropped, his phone had exploded. A chaotic stream of texts and calls from Phuwin, Perth, and Pond flooded his screen. They were a mixture of utter shock, unbridled excitement for him, and a healthy dose of continued disbelief at the unfolding saga of his life. He’d spent the better part of an afternoon fielding their frantic questions, reassuring them that yes, it was real, and no, he still couldn’t believe it himself sometimes. Underneath the playful teasing and exaggerated gasps of surprise, Gemini felt a genuine warmth from his friends’ happiness for him.

Life with Fourth was both exhilarating and grounding. Fourth, now juggling the immense responsibilities of CEO, still made time for Gemini. Evenings were often spent in comfortable silence, sharing a meal, or with Fourth listening intently as Gemini played his latest tracks. There were still stolen kisses and whispered confessions, a quiet intimacy that had deepened with the public acknowledgment of their relationship. The "complicated, not impossible" gamble they had taken felt, for now, like it was paying off. The future was still uncertain, the path ahead undoubtedly filled with its own set of challenges, but for the first time in a long time, Gemini felt truly, completely happy. He had his music, he had his friends, and most importantly, he had Fourth. And for Gemini Norawit, that was more than enough.