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Si wasn’t really into bars.

Loud music, sticky floors, people grinding on each other,it wasn’t his scene. But his friends begged him to come out that night.

“Dude, just try it” Jay said. “It’s not some random bar. They’ve got live shows. Like, actual performances.”

Si raised an eyebrow “Like a concert?”

Jay grinned “Not that kind of show.”

That’s how Si found himself standing in a dim, smoky club called Eclipse. Neon lights blinked over the stage in the center of the room, where a pole rose straight into a spotlight. The music wasn’t too loud, more bass than anything, and the crowd was already gathered around.

“Trust me” Jay said, nudging him. “You’ll thank me later.”

And then he saw him.

A dancer stepped onto the stage—tall, lean, confident. His body moved like it knew every eye was on him. Tight black shorts, boots that hugged his calves, a glittery strap of fabric wrapped around his chest. But it was the look in his eyes that caught Si off guard. Cool. Dangerous and Sexy as hell.

Someone in the crowd yelled, “Gemini!” and the name echoed over the speakers.

Gemini grabbed the pole and spun once, slowly. Like he had all the time in the world.

Si didn’t blink.

He wasn’t sure what it was,the way Gemini’s fingers wrapped around the metal, or how his lips curled into a half-smile, teasing, like he was in on some secret. His movements were fluid, every sway of his hips making the crowd go wild.

But it wasn’t just sexy…it was beautiful. 

A kind of poetry that Si hadn’t expected in a place like this. The way Gemini arched backward, toes flexed, the spin so clean it looked effortless. 

The strength it took was hidden beneath elegance. Controlled. Magnetic.

“You good?” Jay asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Who is he?” Si asked, voice low.

Jay shrugged “Gemini. He’s one of the regular dancers here. Super popular. No one knows much about him though. He doesn’t really hang out after.”

But Si wanted to know more.

He kept coming back.

He didn’t plan to. After the first night, he told himself it was just a one-time thing. But a week later, he found himself sitting at the same table, nursing the same drink, eyes glued to the stage.

Gemini danced again. And again. Different outfits, different songs. But the same fire behind his movements. The same quiet confidence. 

And always that smirk, like he knew exactly what Si was thinking.

Each night, Si caught his breath during the first beat of the song. He watched the way Gemini spun, how his muscles tensed under soft lighting, how his expression shifted between detached and deadly. Every performance felt like a story.

And Si couldn’t stop watching. 

Si wasn’t sure how it happened. One moment, he was tucked into the shadows of his usual spot, watching Gemini own the stage like he always did graceful, untouchable. 

And the next, Gemini was walking toward him, boots clicking softly on the stage, head tilted like he’d just made a decision that couldn’t be undone.

The crowd stirred. A few cheers. A few whistles.

Then Gemini reached out a hand.

Not to grab, not to pull , but an invitation.

Si hesitated. His drink was sweating in his hand. Jay’s elbow jabbed his side.

“Go!” he whispered, wide-eyed. “Holy shit, dude. He picked you.”

Heart hammering, Si stood.

The lights shifted. He followed Gemini onto the stage, unsure where to look, unsure how to breathe. The bass hummed through the floor, low and thick, vibrating up through his feet. Around them, the crowd faded. There was only the stage, the heat of the spotlight, and Gemini.

Gemini leaned in, lips close enough to brush Si’s ear. “Just stand still” he murmured, voice velvet-smooth. “Be the pole.”

Si swallowed. Nodded once.

Then Gemini began.

He circled him slowly, one hand dragging lightly across Si’s shoulder as he passed. The music pulsed with a slow rhythm, each beat matching the deliberate roll of Gemini’s hips. His movements were slow, exaggerated, a living sculpture set in motion.

When he pressed his palms to Si’s chest and pushed gently. Si stepped back without thinking, and Gemini shook his head, amused.

“No” he mouthed “Still.”

So he planted his feet. Straightened his spine.

Gemini rewarded him with a grin, wicked and delighted.

Then he danced.

He used Si’s body like it was part of the stage,spinning around him, gripping his shoulders, letting his leg hook briefly around Si’s hip before he arched away in a graceful sweep. Every touch was precise. Every glance full of suggestion.

Gemini’s hands ran up Si’s sides, pausing just long enough to make his breath hitch. The scent of sweat and cologne, the scrape of glittery fabric, the warm rush of Gemini’s breath across his neck and it was all too much and not enough.

The crowd was roaring, but Si barely heard them. His world narrowed to the slide of Gemini’s thigh against his, the way their gazes locked, and how just for a second Gemini looked at him like he wasn’t performing anymore.

Like it was just the two of them, suspended in heat and light.

And then, just as suddenly, it was over.

Gemini slipped away, bowing low, the music fading into applause. Si stood there, heart pounding, knees unsteady. The stage lights dimmed.

He turned, still a little stunned, and made his way back to his usual dark corner.

Si sat down slowly. His heart was racing, his skin tingling where Gemini had touched him. It should’ve felt like a one-time thing, just part of the act but it didn’t. 

It felt real. Intense. Like something had shifted.

And now all he could think about was doing it again. Or maybe…making Gemini feel that way, too.

Gemini noticed him the first night.

He always noticed the new ones, especially the ones who didn’t hoot and holler or throw cash just for show. This one had stared. Not in a creepy way. 

More like… he was trying to understand something.

Gemini hadn’t meant to make eye contact.

But he did.

And the moment he looked into Si’s face, his breath caught in his throat. Because he knew that face.

He’d seen it before. In the back rows of lectures. In quiet glances across campus. On the covers of event posters and team highlights. Si ,the golden boy. The one everyone wanted to be near. The one who barely knew Min existed.

Gemini had spent months keeping his distance. Being invisible was easier. He could be Min in classquiet, unnoticed, tucked into his hoodie and Gemini onstage, free and untouchable.

He never imagined Si would step into his world.

He told himself it didn’t matter. That Si didn’t recognize him, and wouldn’t. The lighting was different, the makeup was enough. His voice… well Min rarely spoke in class, and Gemini almost never spoke offstage.

But something shifted when Si came back. The second night. Then the third. Fourth.

Min started to dance differently. Not for the crowd anymore.

For him.

Every time their eyes met, Min felt a pull deep inside him like a quiet longing he couldn’t shake. It was like he was reaching for something he couldn’t have, but couldn’t stop wanting either.

And when Si left each night, Min stayed behind, heart aching, hoping maybe next time he wouldn’t let him go.

Then came the night Gemini called him out to the stage.

Even Gemini didn’t know where the confidence to do that came from. Maybe it was the way Si looked at him ; steady, curious, like he wasn’t just watching a show but trying to see him. Maybe it was the quiet pull Gemini felt, the one that twisted inside his chest and made his hands shake.

“Just stand still” Gemini whispered, close enough to breathe on Si’s ear “Be the pole.”

It was the last thing Gemini expected to say, and maybe the last thing Si expected to hear.

But somehow, it made sense.

Because telling Si to “be the pole” wasn’t just about the dance. It was a way for Gemini to reach out, to connect , even if he wasn’t sure why or how.

It was like he was daring himself to believe that maybe Si could be more than just a stranger in the crowd.

And deep down, Gemini hoped this was only the beginning.

After four nights, Si finally gave in.

The fifth night, he waited until after the show, standing near the hallway where the dancers usually disappeared behind the curtains. His hands were shoved deep in his jacket pockets, and his heart pounded like a drum. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to say, only that he had to say something.

Then Gemini appeared.

No glitter, no boots, no stage costume. Just a loose hoodie, sweatpants, and a black face mask pulled low over his chin. His hair was a mess, damp and sticking to his forehead from the heat of the lights.

Si stepped forward, blocking his way without hesitation.

“Hey.”

Gemini looked up, surprised. His eyes, sharp and clear, met Si’s, and the slight smirk that tugged at his lips made Si’s chest tighten.

“You’re really good,” Si said, voice a little rough. “At dancing. It’s kind of hard not to stare.”

Gemini tilted his head, eyebrows raised “You do it a lot.”

Si flushed, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah, I guess I do.”

There was a pause, the kind that buzzed with something unsaid.

Gemini laughed, eyes flicking over Si’s face “You’re trouble.”

“Good trouble” Si said, stepping closer “You dance like you’re owning the whole damn place.”

Gemini raised an eyebrow “You been watching every night, huh?”

Si grinned “Can’t help it.”

A beat.

“So what? You planning on asking me out or just going to stare some more?” Gemini said.

Si met his gaze, voice low and steady “Depends, you want me to ask?”

“Maybe” Gemini said, stepping even closer “But you’ll have to prove you’re worth the trouble.”

Si’s smile turned wicked “Challenge accepted”

Without another word, Si reached for Gemini’s hand, tugging him toward the parking lot.

They didn’t go far. Just to Si’s car, parked around the corner. They didn’t talk much, maybe didn’t need to. Si kissed him like he’d been thinking about it for weeks (he had), and Gemini kissed back like he’d been waiting even longer.

The kiss was slow at first, soft like a question, like neither of them was sure what to do next. Si’s hands moved to Gemini’s shoulders, steadying him, holding him close. Gemini’s breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his hands find Si’s chest, fingers pressing lightly through the fabric of his jacket.

Si could feel Gemini’s heartbeat against his own, strong and steady. It was strange like how something so small, a kiss, could make everything feel so big.

The kiss grew deeper, more certain. Si’s lips parted slowly, pressing more firmly against Gemini’s. His hands slid down Gemini’s sides, feeling the curve of his ribs, the softness of his hoodie. Gemini responded, his body moving closer, his hands sliding under Si’s jacket to touch bare skin.

Neither of them said anything. Words felt unnecessary. All that mattered was the warmth between them, the way their bodies fit together, the way their breaths mingled in the small space of the car.

Si’s fingers found the edge of Gemini’s hoodie, pulling it up just a little to feel the skin underneath. Gemini shivered but didn’t stop the kiss. Si took it as a sign, his hands moving lower, tracing the line of Gemini’s waist, pulling him even closer.

Gemini’s fingers tangled in Si’s hair, holding him tight like he never wanted to let go. Si could taste the slight salt on Gemini’s lips, smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with something sweet , maybe cologne or just Gemini himself. It was intoxicating.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. They were lost in each other, two people who barely knew each other but somehow felt like they’d been waiting for this.

He hesitated just a second before sliding his hand lower, resting on Gemini’s hip. It was bold, but Si wasn’t afraid. He wanted to show Gemini that he was here, that he wanted more, but only if Gemini was ready too.

Gemini broke the kiss slowly, his breath heavy. His eyes were dark, full of feeling, but also a little nervous. He looked at Si and gave a small, teasing smile.

“Not yet” he whispered, his voice low but firm.

Si smiled back, understanding. He didn’t want to push Gemini. He wanted this to be right, not rushed.

They leaned back into the seats, still close, their hands slowly finding each other’s. The heat between them stayed, but now there was a quiet calm too.

Gemini adjusted his hoodie, pulling it back over his head. He looked at Si, eyes shining in the dim light.

“I should go” he said softly.

Si grinned but still nodded “See you soon.”

Gemini smiled, a little mischievous “You sure will.”

That small line hung between them simple, but with a secret meaning only Gemini knew.

Before Gemini opened the door, Si leaned in one last time, brushing a gentle kiss against his cheek. It was soft, tender, full of promise.

Gemini smiled shyly and slipped out of the car, the door clicking shut behind him.

Si sat back, heart still racing, a small smile on his lips. He didn’t know what was coming next, but somehow, that felt perfect.

As the nights went on, Si started coming to Eclipse more and more.

At first, he told himself it was just for the vibe,the music, the lights, the energy. But he never stayed for anyone else’s set. He always sat in the same spot. And his eyes? Always on Gemini.

Gemini danced differently when Si was there. A little bolder. A little slower. Sometimes, he’d look right at Si and hold the gaze just long enough to make Si’s heart race. Like it meant something. Like it was just for him.

And when the show ended and the lights went down, Si didn’t leave.

He stayed.

The next time it happened, they didn’t say a word. Gemini walked out in his usual hoodie and sweatpants, looking around until he saw Si waiting near the door.

He raised an eyebrow. Si nodded.

A few minutes later, they were in Si’s car again. This time, it was messier. Hotter. Gemini kissed him like he couldn’t get enough. He straddled Si’s lap, hoodie pushed up, lips on his neck, hands everywhere.

Si’s hands moved under Gemini’s clothes, slow but hungry. Gemini didn’t stop him. He leaned into it.

Afterward, they stayed close, breathing hard, hearts still racing. Then Gemini spoke.

“You keep showing up.”

Si smiled against his skin “Can’t help it.”

It became a pattern after that.

Gemini would dance, smirk at Si from the stage. Si would wait near the back. Then they’d leave together.

Sometimes they made out in the backseat. Sometimes they went to Si’s apartment. Once, Gemini pulled him into a dark storage room behind the club,Si’s hands in his hair, their kisses fast and rough.

But it wasn’t just about hooking up.

They started talking more. Sharing little things.

Si found out Gemini liked strawberry milk and night drives. Gemini learned Si used to play guitar before football took over his life. They didn’t say everything. But they said enough.

One night, after a really intense performance, Gemini came straight to Si’s car and kissed him like he needed him. Si held him tight, kissing back slow and deep.

They didn’t rush.

Clothes came off piece by piece. Gemini moved just as beautifully as he did on stage, but now it was just for Si. No lights. No crowd.

Only the two of them,hot skin, soft moans, tangled limbs.

After, lying side by side in the backseat, still catching their breath, Si whispered “I don’t want this to be just a thing.”

Gemini looked at him, quiet “Then don’t treat it like one.”

And Si didn’t.

He kept coming back.

And Gemini kept letting him.

At school, Si could barely focus on anything but Gemini. The way his body moved, the curve of his smile, the echo of his voice,it haunted Si in the quietest moments.

“So,” Jay said, poking at his rice “You gonna tell me what’s got you zoning out for the third day in a row?”

Si blinked “Huh?”

Jay raised an eyebrow “You keep drifting off like you’re in love or something. Is it that dancer again?”

Si laughed under his breath “I don’t know if it’s love. But yeah. I can’t stop thinking about him. Gemini.”

Jay smirked “You got it bad.”

Si was about to respond when he caught sight of someone walking past the canteen window.

A guy, slim build, books clutched to his chest, head ducked low like he was trying not to be seen. His dark hair curled over his forehead, and there was something careful in his walk was controlled..

“Who’s that?” Si asked suddenly, sitting up.

Jay followed his gaze “Min. From math class. Real quiet. Think he’s a top student or something.”

Si watched Min disappear down the hallway “Huh.”

“What?” Jay asked, squinting at him.

Si shook his head “Nothing. Just… the way he moved. Kinda familiar.”

Jay snorted “Maybe you’re just projecting Gemini onto random guys now.”

Si forced a laugh, but the feeling tugged at him like a thread pulling loose. He didn’t know why, but something about Min’s posture stuck in his brain, like a whisper he couldn’t quite hear yet.

Si didn’t expect to see Min again so soon.

He was walking through the hallway the next morning, earbuds in, half-distracted by a text from Jay, when he turned a corner and froze.

Min was standing by the vending machine, punching in a code for what looked like strawberry milk. He wore an oversized beige hoodie, sleeves pulled over his fingers, a pair of wireframe glasses perched low on his nose. His hair was still damp, like he’d rushed from the shower to class.

Si slowed, pulled out one earbud.

It was the way Min stood; one foot angled slightly inward, his shoulders hunched but not in a nervous way. Controlled. Like he was used to shrinking into the background. But there was still something about the line of his jaw, the way his fingers moved, precise and graceful, as he grabbed the drink from the machine.

Min turned his head just a little.

And their eyes met.

Si’s breath hitched. Something flickered in his chest, like déjà vu with a pulse.

Min blinked once and then quickly looked away.

“Hey” Si called, almost without thinking “Min, right?”

Min stiffened.

Si took a cautious step closer “We have class together, don’t we?”

Min didn’t answer. His hand clenched around the drink.

Si offered a small smile “Sorry. I probably sound weird. I just… thought you looked familiar.”

Min turned then, just slightly. Just enough to let Si see the tight line of his mouth. His eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

And then he bolted.

He turned on his heel and walked fast—too fast—down the hall, disappearing into the crowd of students without a word.

Si stared after him, stunned.

What the hell?

He could still feel the tension in Min’s body, the flash of emotion in his eyes—something between panic and… recognition?

Something was off.

Really off.

But Si couldn’t explain it.

Not yet.

All he knew was, his heart was racing. And he had the sinking feeling that Min was more than just a quiet guy from class.

Si showed up to Eclipse the same way he always did hands deep in his jacket pockets, hat pulled low, trying to act like this wasn’t the highlight of his week.

But something was off the moment he walked in.

The lights were the same. The music thumped slow and low like a steady heartbeat. The crowd pressed close to the stage, ready.

But the name wasn’t called.

Not his name.

No one shouted Gemini.

No lean figure in glitter and boots. No flash of thigh or slow smile aimed at the crowd like a dare. The pole stood under its spotlight, empty.

Si leaned over the bar, catching the attention of the nearest bartender “Hey,” he asked, keeping his tone casual “Gemini not on tonight?”

The bartender shrugged “Called out. No one knows why.”

“Will he be back?”

“Probably. Maybe.” Another shrug “Sometimes he disappears.”

Si stared at the stage for a long moment.

He stayed through the whole show, even though none of it felt right. The other dancers were fine…talented, but they didn’t pull him in. Not like Gemini did.

No one else danced like their body was a story.

He went home restless.

And he came back the next night.

And the night after that.

Three nights. Four. Five.

No Gemini.

Si sat in his usual spot each time, nursing the same drink, eyes flicking to the backstage curtain every time it moved.

Nothing.

He thought about Min. About how he’d disappeared just as suddenly.

How he’d looked at him like he was afraid.

Like he knew something Si didn’t.

It wasn’t clicking yet. But it was close. Like the answer was just out of reach, brushing against the edges of his mind.

On the sixth night, Si didn’t even finish his drink. He just stood, jacket slung over his shoulder, and left before the second set started.

The street was quiet outside the club. His breath fogged in the night air. His thoughts felt loud.

Who the hell was Gemini?

And why did it feel like he already knew?

It had been a week since Si last saw Gemini. A week of empty stages and restless nights. A week of unfinished sentences in his head.

Then came Monday.

The school cafeteria buzzed with the usual noise—trays clattering, sneakers squeaking, conversations overlapping. Si wasn’t paying attention. He was zoning out in line, tray half-filled, when his eyes caught on someone across the room.

A familiar figure, halfway through the crowd. Lean. Shoulders hunched, hoodie pulled up. Head down. Same walk that was quiet, deliberate.

Min.

Si froze.

But this time, Min didn’t disappear.

He looked up.

And their eyes met.

Everything stopped.

The way Min’s eyes widened, the way his hand clenched around the strap of his bag and Si saw it all. That flicker of fear. Recognition. Shame?

That’s when it hit him.

The shape of the mouth. The line of his jaw. The way his eyes held his gaze for half a second too long.

Gemini.

Min was Gemini.

Si stepped forward instinctively, weaving through the crowded room, ignoring Jay’s voice calling after him. His heart thudded in his chest.

“Min…” he said when he got close, breath short.

Min turned fast, like a startled animal. But Si reached out before he could move, fingers wrapping around Min’s wrist.

“Wait.”

Min stilled.

The noise of the cafeteria blurred around them. It felt like the lights had dimmed. Like the rest of the world had stepped back to watch.

Si’s voice dropped low “Gemini?”

Min didn’t say anything.

But his eyes were shining, wide, guarded that gave him away.

Si softened “I know,” he said quietly “It’s you.”

Min’s breath shook. He looked away. His lashes fluttered like he wanted to blink the moment away “You’re not supposed to know.”

“I didn’t. Not until now” Si admitted. “I just… saw you. And it clicked.”

Min tried to pull back “Please don’t…”

“I’m not here to call you out, Min. Or embarrass you” Si said, holding firm but gentle. “I just… I wanted to talk. That’s all.”

Min looked like he might cry for a second, but then he exhaled and nodded, small and slow.

“Not here” he murmured.

Si nodded back “Come with me.”

They left the cafeteria through the side doors, down the hallway near the library. Empty and quiet. Just the sound of their sneakers on tile. Si led them to a tucked-away corner with an old vending machine, out of sight.

Min leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over his chest.

Si stood across from him, searching his face “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Min laughed softly. “Why would I? You’re…you’re Si. You don’t look at people like me in class.”

“I do now” Si said.

Min didn’t look convinced.

“I kept coming back to see you” Si added, voice soft. “Not just because of the dancing. Because of you. The way you made me feel.”

Min stared at the floor “That’s just the performance.”

“It wasn’t.”

Min finally looked up. His voice was quiet but steady “I go there because it’s the only place I feel real. I’m invisible here. In class, I blend in. No one notices me. No one ever sees me unless I’m on that stage.”

“I saw you,” Si said “Eventually.”

Min shook his head “You saw Gemini.”

Si stepped closer “I see both.”

Min didn’t respond right away. He chewed the inside of his cheek, like he was debating whether to run or stay. Then his voice cracked just a little “You’re not freaked out?”

“Why would I be?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you since the first week of school” Min admitted, fast and embarrassed. “And because I dance on a pole under a fake name and wear makeup and heels and sometimes I think I’m too much for people to understand.”

Si stepped right into his space.

“You’re not too much,” he said, eyes steady “You’re just… more than I realized. And I like it. All of it.”

Min blinked up at him “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious” Si said “And I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. That it took me this long to connect the dots.”

They stood in silence.

Then Si reached for Min’s hand “Come over after school?”

Min hesitated, still unsure.

“I just wanna talk. No pressure” Si said.

Min nodded “Okay.”

And this time, when Si let go, Min didn’t disappear.

Si’s room was quieter than usual. The posters, the half-done math homework on his desk, the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air it all felt too ordinary for what had just happened.

Min sat on the edge of Si’s bed, small and careful, like he didn’t know if he was allowed to fully exist in this space.

Si dropped his bag on the floor and leaned against his desk, watching him “You okay?”

Min nodded slowly “I still feel like I’m dreaming. Or maybe like I broke some rule.”

“There are no rules here” Si said gently “Not with me.”

Min looked up at him. He was out of his hoodie now, still in his school uniform, sleeves tugged over his hands “You’re being really calm about this.”

“I’ve had time to… process, I guess,” Si said. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since the first time I saw Gemini. I just didn’t know it was you I was thinking about.”

Min gave a small smile. “I didn’t think you’d ever notice me.”

“I didn’t either,” Si admitted. “But maybe that’s on me, not you.”

They sat in silence for a moment, not awkward—just full.

Then Si sat beside him, close but not touching. “Why did you start dancing?”

Min’s voice was soft. “Because I needed a place to exist. To feel wanted. Seen. I didn’t do it for the attention, I did it because… when I’m up there, I feel like I get to be everything I can’t be at school.”

Si nodded, listening “You looked free.”

“I felt it. And then you started coming.” Min looked away, cheeks pink. “At first I was scared. Then… I wanted you to see me. Even if you never knew it was me.”

Si let that sink in.

“You were magnetic,” he said  “Not just the dancing. The way you looked at people. The way you made me feel like I was the only one there.”

Min swallowed “It was always you.”

Si turned to face him more fully “You danced like you were in love with someone.”

Min looked up “I was.”

Si didn’t breathe for a second. Then he reached out slowly, giving Min a chance to pull away.

He didn’t.

Their fingers touched.

Si leaned in “You don’t have to be Gemini here. You don’t have to hide.”

Min’s voice cracked  “I don’t know how to be anything else with people.”

“You don’t have to be anything” Si whispered  “Just… be with me.”

That’s when Min leaned in too.

The kiss was soft, tentative like something new and sacred. Like a question with only one right answer.

And when Min’s hand found Si’s jaw, Si’s thumb brushed his cheek, and the space between them vanished.

It wasn’t lust. Not now. It was recognition.

Of longing. Of hidden glances in classrooms. Of hands gripping poles in low lighting. Of two halves of the same ache finally meeting.

When they pulled back, Min was smiling for real.

“I can’t believe you’re real” he said.

Si laughed, forehead resting against Min’s “I could say the same.”

Outside, the sun was beginning to set.

Inside, two boys sat close on a bed, the air filled with quiet relief.

And for the first time, Min didn’t feel like a secret.

He felt seen.

END