The First Touch

They didn't talk about it.

About how comfortable they had become with each other. About how their days felt incomplete without the other.

It was an unspoken understanding, woven into the quiet moments they shared—morning coffees, late-night walks, sitting side by side without the need for words.

Neither of them questioned it.

Neither of them dared to.

It had become routine, the way their lives intertwined so easily, like waves meeting the shore—effortless, inevitable.

And today was no different.

The café was quieter than usual that afternoon. The post-lunch rush had faded, leaving behind only the steady hum of the ceiling fan and the distant sound of waves crashing along the shore. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, warm and familiar, wrapping around them like a soft embrace.

Gemini sat at his usual spot near the counter, one hand lazily scrolling through his phone while the other rested beside his half-finished iced coffee. The condensation from the cup had left faint rings on the wooden surface, smudged slightly where his fingertips traced patterns out of boredom.

Across from him, Fourth sat with his own drink, flipping through a notebook filled with scribbled-down song lyrics. His fingers drummed lightly against the pages, pausing every now and then as if lost in thought.

The silence between them wasn't awkward. It never was.

It was the kind of silence that felt natural—something that didn't need to be filled with unnecessary words.

Outside, the afternoon sun filtered through the café windows, casting a golden glow across the space. The light caught in Fourth's hair, turning the dark strands into warm shades of chestnut.

Gemini found himself watching the way Fourth's brow furrowed slightly as he read over his notes, the way his lips parted just a little when he concentrated.

He didn't even realize he was staring.

Not until the moment happened.

It was small. So small that if he hadn't been paying attention, he might've missed it.

Fourth reached for his drink.

His fingers brushed against Gemini's hand.

It was barely a touch. A second. Maybe less.

But Gemini felt it.

Like a spark—quick, fleeting, yet impossible to ignore.

His breath hitched, his fingers twitching slightly in response. The warmth lingered on his skin, despite how brief the contact had been.

It wasn't just him.

Fourth must have felt it too because Gemini noticed the way his fingers tensed slightly before pulling away. He moved as if pretending it hadn't happened, as if brushing against Gemini's hand was nothing more than an accident.

But the way he quickly turned his head, the way his ears turned the faintest shade of pink, told another story.

Gemini grinned, resting his chin on his hand. "You're blushing."

Fourth stiffened, shifting in his seat. "No, I'm not."

"You totally are."

Fourth huffed, grabbing his drink a little too quickly, as if it could somehow shield him from Gemini's teasing. He turned his head farther away, clearly trying to avoid eye contact, but it was useless—the evidence was right there.

The slight pink dusting the tips of his ears.

The way he was gripping his cup just a little too tightly.

Gemini chuckled, tapping his fingers against the table. "You're so easy to read, you know that?"

Fourth shot him a quick glare, but there was no real annoyance behind it. If anything, there was something shy about the way he looked away, something hesitant yet… soft.

Gemini's smile faltered just a little.

Because for the first time, it hit him.

How dangerously easy it was to get used to this.

To the rhythm they had fallen into, to the quiet warmth that settled between them like a second skin.

To the way Fourth looked right now—flustered, but not pushing him away.

It was a fleeting moment. A simple touch.

But Gemini felt it everywhere.

His fingers curled slightly, as if trying to hold onto the feeling a little longer.

Outside, the wind carried the scent of the ocean, the waves rolling gently against the shore. The world continued moving as if nothing had changed.

But to Gemini, something had.

And maybe summer really was magic.

Because every moment with Fourth felt like something rare and fleeting.

Something he wanted to hold onto for as long as he could.

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