A Song in the Wind

The festival had ended, but the warmth of that night lingered.

Gemini found himself thinking about it more than he expected—the quiet way Fourth had watched the fireworks, the way his expression softened under the glow of the lights. It wasn't just the moment itself that stayed with him, but the feeling that came with it.

A strange kind of stillness. A connection he hadn't been looking for, but somehow, couldn't ignore.

The next afternoon, as Gemini wandered through town, his feet carried him toward the café before he even realized it.

The door was open, the scent of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the air. He was about to step inside when something made him pause—

Music.

A soft melody floated through the open window, carried by the ocean breeze.

It wasn't from a radio. No, this was different. Raw, unpolished… personal.

Gemini frowned slightly, curiosity sparking in his chest. He stepped closer, listening. The tune was delicate, the sound of fingers brushing against guitar strings weaving into the hush of the afternoon.

And then, without thinking, he pushed open the door.

The café was empty except for one person.

Fourth.

He was sitting on a stool in the corner, an acoustic guitar resting on his lap. His fingers moved with ease over the strings, his body swaying slightly with the rhythm. He looked completely at peace, lost in the quiet pull of his own music.

Gemini had never seen him like this before.

For a boy who spoke so little, he seemed to say so much when he played.

Gemini hesitated, not wanting to interrupt, but as he stepped forward, the old wooden floor let out a small creak beneath his weight.

Fourth's fingers stilled.

His head snapped up, his dark eyes meeting Gemini's in surprise.

Gemini gave a sheepish smile, resting his arms against the counter. "You play?"

Fourth hesitated for half a second, then nodded. "Yeah."

"That sounded really good," Gemini said honestly.

Fourth set the guitar down beside him. "It's just a hobby."

Gemini smirked. "You say that like it's nothing, but I think you're hiding some real talent."

Fourth looked away, his ears tinged pink. "It's not a big deal."

But to Gemini, it was.

He had always believed that music revealed things people couldn't always say out loud. And right now, something about Fourth's playing—**the gentleness of his touch, the quiet emotion in the melody—**felt more honest than words ever could.

Before he could say anything else, Fourth's fingers found their way back to the strings, plucking out another tune.

A familiar melody.

เพลงสายลม (Phleng Sai Lom) – Song in the Wind.

Gemini's breath caught slightly as Fourth's voice, soft yet steady, filled the empty café:

เธอได้ยินเพลงของสายลมหรือเปล่า?

(Ther dai yin phleng khong sai lom rue plao?)

"Do you hear the song in the wind?"

The words drifted between them like a whisper, weightless yet full of meaning.

เสียงกระซิบเอ่ยชื่อเธอเบาๆ

(Siang krasip oei chue ther bao bao)

"A whisper calling out your name."

Fourth's eyes remained lowered, his gaze focused on the guitar, but his voice held something unspoken.

A quiet longing.

แม้ดวงดาวจะค่อยๆ จางไป

(Mae duang dao ja khoi khoi jang pai)

"Even when the stars grow dim."

The song wrapped around them, delicate yet lingering, like the breeze swaying through the open window.

แต่ท่วงทำนองยังไม่เปลี่ยนไป

(Tae thuang thamnong yang mai plian pai)

"The melody will stay the same."

Gemini swallowed, feeling something tighten in his chest.

Music had always had a way of reaching places words couldn't.

And right now, this song was speaking louder than anything Fourth could ever say.

The moment stretched between them, quiet but unbroken.

Gemini's curiosity deepened.

And so did something else.

Something he wasn't ready to name just yet.

* * * * * * *