CHP - 3

The night felt unreal.

Teetee still couldn’t believe Por was actually beside him.

Not behind a screen.

Not through headphones.

Right beside him.

They walked slowly through the park while the city lights reflected softly around them. Their hands stayed together the whole time, warm and comfortable, like they belonged there naturally.

Neither wanted to let go first.

Por looked around with wide eyes.

“Bangkok is prettier at night.”

Teetee looked at him instead.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly.

Por turned to him suspiciously.

“You’re not looking at the city.”

Teetee immediately looked away.

“You talk too much.”

Por laughed softly.

God.

That laugh was dangerous.

They stopped near a small drink stand inside the park. Por bought two cold drinks even after Teetee said he wasn’t thirsty.

“You always forget to take care of yourself,” Por complained while handing him the drink.

Teetee blinked.

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do.”

Teetee suddenly felt warm inside.

Por remembered small things about him.

Too many small things.

They sat together near the fountain after that. People passed around them while soft music played from somewhere far away.

Por sat close.

Very close.

Their shoulders touched lightly sometimes whenever either of them moved.

Every small touch made Teetee’s heartbeat faster.

“So…” Por spoke softly while looking at the fountain. “This is where you live.”

“Mhm.”

“You really grew up here?”

“Yeah.”

Por smiled a little.

“I used to imagine it.”

Teetee looked at him.

“My city?”

“No.” Por looked back at him slowly. “Your life.”

The way he said it made Teetee’s chest ache.

Because Por sounded like someone who missed him even before meeting him.

Silence settled between them again.

Comfortable.

Heavy.

Warm.

Por suddenly leaned closer to show something on his phone, and Teetee accidentally breathed in his perfume again.

Sweet.

Clean.

Addicting.

Teetee’s eyes slowly moved to Por’s lips without meaning to.

Por noticed.

His breathing paused for a second.

Neither spoke.

The tension between them became stronger again.

Like a string pulling tighter and tighter.

Then suddenly—

A kid ran past them screaming loudly.

Both of them moved away immediately.

Por coughed awkwardly.

Teetee wanted to disappear.

“…We should walk again,” Teetee mumbled.

“Yeah,” Por answered quickly.

Neither mentioned what almost happened.

But after that, their fingers stayed locked together tighter than before.

—

By the time they left the park, it was already 8:30 PM.

The streets were glowing with city lights while cars passed around them.

Teetee stretched slightly.

“You should go check into your hotel.”

Por froze.

“…About that.”

Teetee narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

Por looked suddenly nervous.

“I forgot to book one.”

Silence.

“You WHAT?”

“I was busy!”

“Doing what? Crying at the airport?”

Por looked offended.

“That happened only once.”

Teetee laughed loudly.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Por rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I can just find one nearby—”

“You can stay at my place.”

The words came out naturally.

Both of them froze immediately after.

Por blinked slowly.

“…Really?”

Teetee suddenly felt nervous too.

“It’s just one night,” he mumbled. “And hotels are expensive.”

Por stared at him for a moment before smiling softly.

“…Okay.”

The way he said okay made Teetee’s stomach flip.

—

They booked a cab together.

The ride felt strangely quiet.

Not awkward.

Just…

Heavy.

Por sat beside him in the backseat, close enough that their thighs touched slightly every time the car turned.

Neither moved away.

Bangkok lights passed outside the window beautifully, painting soft colors across Por’s face.

Teetee glanced at him quietly.

Por looked tired now.

But pretty.

Very pretty.

Por suddenly turned his head.

Caught him staring immediately.

Teetee looked away fast.

“You keep doing that,” Por whispered.

“Doing what?”

“Looking at me like that.”

Teetee swallowed nervously.

“Like what?”

Por didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked at Teetee for a long moment before speaking softly.

“Like you want to kiss me.”

Teetee stopped breathing.

The car suddenly felt too small.

Too warm.

Por’s eyes slowly moved down to his lips again.

And Teetee realized something terrifying.

If the driver wasn’t there—

Something would’ve happened already.

Por looked away first this time.

His ears were slightly red.

“…Sorry,” he whispered.

Teetee’s heartbeat was going insane.

“No,” he answered quietly. “Don’t apologize.”

Por looked at him again after that.

And neither looked away for the rest of the ride.

—

Teetee’s apartment building was quiet when they arrived.

Por followed him inside while looking around curiously.

“You live here alone?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re rich.”

“I’m not rich.”

“This place literally smells expensive.”

Teetee laughed while unlocking the door.

The apartment was clean and cozy.

Warm lights.

Soft grey couch.

Small decorations.

A gaming setup near the wall.

Por stepped inside slowly.

Then smiled.

“It feels like you.”

Teetee looked at him quietly.

“What does that mean?”

“Comfortable.”

Teetee’s chest hurt again.

Por kept saying things so naturally.

Things that sounded too soft.

Too affectionate.

Too dangerous.

Teetee cleared his throat awkwardly.

“You can shower first.”

Por nodded.

“Okay.”

Teetee gave him extra clothes to wear while Por disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the apartment after that.

Teetee sat on the couch and tried to calm himself down.

It wasn’t working.

Por was here.

Inside his apartment.

Using his shampoo probably.

Touching his things.

Sleeping here tonight.

Teetee buried his face into a pillow dramatically.

“I’m gonna die.”

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened slightly.

“Teetee?”

Teetee looked up immediately.

And almost stopped breathing.

Por’s hair was wet.

His cheeks slightly pink from the hot shower.

And he was wearing Teetee’s black shirt.

The shirt was slightly oversized on him.

Which somehow made him look even prettier.

“What?” Por asked softly.

Teetee stared too long.

Por smiled slowly.

“…You’re staring again.”

Teetee cleared his throat quickly.

“You forgot your towel.”

“Oh.”

Por stepped closer to take it from him.

Too close.

Again.

Everything with Por became too close.

Their fingers touched slightly while passing the towel.

Neither moved immediately.

Por looked at him quietly.

Teetee looked back.

The apartment suddenly felt very silent.

Very warm.

Por’s wet hair dripped slightly onto his neck.

Teetee’s eyes followed the drop of water without meaning to.

Por noticed.

His breathing became slower.

“Teetee,” he whispered softly.

Teetee stepped closer before he could stop himself.

Por didn’t move away.

Not even a little.

Their faces were so close now.

One more inch.

That was all.

Teetee could feel Por’s breath against his lips.

Por’s hand slowly grabbed the edge of his shirt carefully.

And then—

RINGGGGG.

Both of them jumped apart immediately.

Teetee groaned loudly.

North’s name flashed on the screen.

Por buried his face into the towel while laughing weakly.

“You should answer,” he mumbled.

“I should block him forever.”

Por laughed harder.

Teetee answered angrily.

“What.”

North sounded confused.

“…Why do you sound like I interrupted something?”

“You’re annoying.”

“Oh my god I DID interrupt something.”

“GOODNIGHT, NORTH.”

Teetee ended the call immediately while Por sat on the couch laughing into a pillow.

“You’re evil,” Teetee complained.

“You looked so offended.”

“I almost killed my best friend mentally.”

Por smiled at him softly.

Worth it, his eyes seemed to say.

And suddenly—

The tension returned again.

Quiet.

Heavy.

Por stood up slowly.

That was when Teetee noticed it properly.

Por was wearing shorts.

Very short shorts.

His smooth pale legs were completely visible under the soft apartment lights.

Teetee immediately looked away.

Too late.

Por noticed.

A slow smile appeared on his lips.

“…See something you like?”

Teetee almost choked.

“You’re insane.”

“But you’re staring.”

“I’m respectful.”

“Mhm.”

Por stepped closer again.

Dangerously close.

Teetee’s back nearly touched the kitchen counter behind him.

Por looked up at him quietly.

“No more interruptions this time?” he whispered.

Teetee’s heartbeat became uneven.

“Por…”

Por’s hand slowly touched his wrist.

Softly.

Carefully.

Like he was asking permission.

Teetee answered by stepping closer instead.

That tiny movement changed everything.

Por inhaled softly.

Then finally—

Finally—

He leaned in.

Their lips touched gently at first.

Soft.

Warm.

Careful.

Like both of them were scared the other might disappear.

Teetee’s eyes slowly closed.

Por’s hand tightened slightly around his wrist.

And suddenly the kiss became deeper.

Needier.

A whole year of missing each other pouring into one moment.

Teetee grabbed Por’s waist instinctively while Por moved even closer against him.

Neither wanted to pull away.

Neither could.

By the time they finally separated, both of them were breathing hard.

Por rested his forehead against Teetee’s shoulder quietly.

And then—

Teetee’s phone buzzed again.

One message.

From North.

NORTH: don’t do anything stupid

Teetee stared at the message.

Then slowly looked at Por.

Por smiled lazily.

“…Too late?”

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