A Late-Night Serenade

The festival had ended, but the town still carried its lingering warmth, a soft, humid breeze sweeping through the streets as the night stretched on. The air hummed with the afterglow of the evening's celebrations, and Gemini found himself awake when sleep refused to settle in. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, the quiet outside only making his thoughts louder. The moon was high, its silver glow pouring into his room, and he had the inexplicable feeling that something was calling to him.

Unable to rest, he slipped out of bed and wandered toward the town square, where the festival had been held. The crowd had long dissipated, but the streets still held a faint buzz, the distant sounds of a celebration lingering in the air. His feet led him to the café—the one place that had always felt like a refuge. He wasn't sure why, but something about it felt like the right place to be at this hour.

When he arrived, he expected to find the door closed, the lights off. But to his surprise, soft music drifted out from the café, caressing the still night air. He paused, intrigued. His heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of curiosity pulling him closer. Without thinking, he pushed the door open just a crack, his gaze falling upon the inside.

There, sitting behind the counter with an acoustic guitar in hand, was Fourth. The strings were gently strummed, his fingers moving with ease, and the sound that filled the space was almost ethereal. His voice, soft but sweet, carried a melody that Gemini didn't recognize—a song that felt as if it had been pulled from the quiet corners of his heart. The sound was raw, unpolished, but undeniably beautiful.

ใต้แสงจันทร์ (Under the Moonlight)

เธอรู้บ้างไหม ว่าคืนนี้ดูพิเศษกว่าเดิม

(Thoe ru bang mai wa khuen ni du phiset kwa doem)

"Do you know that tonight feels more special than before?"

Gemini's breath caught in his throat, the words slipping into his chest like a secret. He stood frozen, unable to look away.

มีเพียงเราสอง อยู่ตรงนี้ใต้แสงจันทร์

(Mi phiang rao song yu trong ni tai saeng chan)

"It's just the two of us here, under the moonlight."

The melody wrapped around him, quiet but powerful, stirring something deep inside. The way Fourth's voice wove through the chords, the way the night seemed to hold its breath as the song continued—it felt as if time itself had stopped, leaving just the sound of Fourth's voice and the moonlight pouring through the window.

ลมพัดเบาๆ หัวใจฉันก็สั่นเหมือนกัน

(Lom phat bao bao hua chai chan ko san muean kan)

"The soft breeze blows, and my heart trembles too."

When Fourth's voice dipped low, Gemini's heart did the same. He stood there, caught in the beauty of it, his hands cold and his pulse quickening. It was a song, a simple tune, but it felt like more—something meant just for him, something that reached inside and touched a place he hadn't realized was there.

เมื่อเธอยิ้มมา โลกก็หยุดลงชั่วคราว

(Muea thoe yim ma lok ko yut long chua khrao)

"When you smile, the world seems to pause for a moment."

Gemini took a step closer, heart pounding in his chest, but his feet felt as though they were moving without his permission. The music seemed to wrap itself around him, drawing him deeper into the moment. His breath steadied, the air heavy with something unspoken between them. His gaze never left Fourth, who continued to play, oblivious to the fact that Gemini had been standing there, listening.

Without thinking, Gemini pushed the door open wider, stepping into the café. The soft creak of the door startled Fourth. He nearly dropped the guitar, his eyes wide in surprise. "You—! How long have you been standing there?" His voice was a mixture of surprise and a hint of embarrassment.

Gemini grinned, the light of mischief flickering in his eyes. "Long enough to know you have a nice voice."

Fourth scowled, shaking his head. "It's nothing special." But there was a softness in his eyes, a quiet vulnerability that made Gemini's smile widen.

Gemini moved to sit down across from him, the air between them light but charged with something deeper. "Sing it again."

Fourth hesitated, his fingers resting on the strings of the guitar, as if weighing the request. But Gemini's gaze was gentle, steady—there was something in it that made Fourth pause, as if asking without words for him to keep going.

With a small sigh, Fourth began to strum the chords again, the melody a little slower this time, a little softer, just for Gemini. The air seemed to hum with the weight of the song.

หากฉันจะเผลอ คิดไปไกลกว่านี้

(Hak chan cha phloe khit pai klai kwa ni)

"If I accidentally think too far beyond this moment…"

Fourth's voice lingered in the space between them, and Gemini leaned forward slightly, his focus on every note, every word. The vulnerability in the lyrics was almost too much to bear, yet Gemini couldn't tear his eyes away.

เธอจะเข้าใจ หรือเพียงแค่สายลมพัดไป

(Thoe cha khao chai rue phiang khae sai lom phat pai)

"Would you understand, or would it just pass like the wind?"

Gemini could feel his heart beating louder in his chest. This was something unspoken between them, a moment too intimate to be shared with anyone else. But it was theirs, just theirs, and no one else needed to understand.

ไม่ต้องมีคำพูดใด แค่คืนนี้มีเธอก็พอ

(Mai tong mi kham phut dai khae khuen ni mi thoe ko pho)

"No words are needed, just having you here tonight is enough."

This time, when Fourth sang, it felt like he was singing just for Gemini—his voice wrapped in a softness that only he could hear. The song seemed to speak the words neither of them had dared to say aloud. There was no need for anything else. No need for explanations. Just this, just them, here in the soft glow of the moonlight, under the weight of the music that had brought them closer than anything else could.

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