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CHAPTER ONE: “Like You A Latte”
The rain had been relentless for hours, tapping against the windows of DMD Café in a steady, soothing rhythm that was both calming and melancholic. It was nearly midnight, and Teetee moved slowly behind the counter, wiping down the polished surface as he waited for the last few stragglers to finish their drinks and slip into the night. The café, usually bustling with late-night patrons, felt unnervingly empty tonight—just him, the soft hum of the coffee machine, and the sound of rain drenching the streets outside.
With a heavy sigh, he reached for his phone, scrolling absentmindedly through his X feed as his thoughts drifted. And then, just as his finger hovered over the screen, a familiar name caught his eye.
Por.
The name alone made Teetee's pulse skip. Por. The main vocalist of DVI, the T-pop group Teetee had been following since their debut. The group had slowly carved a place in his playlist, with their catchy tunes and captivating performances. But Por—well, Por was the standout. The man was…breathtaking. Sharp jawline, eyes that could hold a universe in their depths, a dancer whose movements were both effortless and magnetic, and a voice that could melt the coldest of hearts and leave you breathless. He was everything Teetee had ever dreamed of—and more.
Teetee is a fan. He owned every album, followed every social media account, and had posted countless TikTok dance covers of their songs, each more passionate than the last.
But Por? He was different. Por wasn’t just a bias. He wasn’t just someone Teetee admired from afar. No, Por had become a crush; a crush that was so intense it felt almost surreal.
He stared at a recent picture of Por, dressed in a sleek black suit from a high-profile award show, looking like he had just stepped out of Teetee's dreams. Perfect. Too perfect. Almost unreal. Teetee let out a dreamy sigh, lost in the image, his heart fluttering with the kind of longing only a true fan could understand.
Then, the sharp jingle of the café door cut through his reverie, followed by the gust of wind that swept in with it. He glanced up, expecting nothing more than another gust of rain and a late customer, but what he saw made his heart stop.
There, standing in the doorway, drenched and shivering, was Por.
Por.
THE Por.
IN HIS CAFE.
Teetee's mind went blank. For a full three seconds, he forgot how to breathe, his thoughts scrambled in a haze of disbelief. The world seemed to slow down around him as he tried to process the sight of his idol—his
crush
—standing right there, in front of him, dripping rainwater onto the polished wooden floor.
Por shook his head, sending droplets flying, his dark hair now clinging to his forehead. He looked... real . Not like the polished, perfect images Teetee had admired from afar, but human, raw, and utterly captivating. Every inch of Teetee's body screamed in disbelief.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Teetee could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the sound of the rain outside suddenly deafening. And then, with a slight tilt of his head and the faintest smile playing on his lips, Por spoke, his voice breaking the silence like a dream come true.
”Hello.”
Por pushed back his wet hair, his face tired but still breathtakingly handsome. His dark hoodie clung to his toned frame, the fabric soaked through from the rain. His lips were slightly parted, as though he’d been running, his breath coming in quiet bursts.
“Uhm… h-hi?” Teetee stammered, nearly dropping the cloth he was holding in his rush to keep himself together.
Por chuckled softly, the sound low and smooth, a perfect match for his calm demeanor. “Hey. Sorry for barging in so late. The rain’s insane.”
Teetee nodded quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. “N-no, it’s okay! Welcome to DMD Café! Uhm, what would you like to order?”
Por rubbed his arms, clearly chilled from the cold night air. “Something hot. Maybe… a Spanish Latte?”
Teetee blinked, his mind briefly short-circuiting. A Spanish Latte ? That wasn’t what he expected.
He frowned slightly, trying to steady his thoughts. “I—uh, sorry, but don’t you usually drink bitter coffee?” He immediately regretted his words, feeling his face heat up. He had just sounded like the world’s most awkward fan.
Por raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Oh? You know my coffee preferences?”
Teetee’s face turned bright red. “I—I mean, I just—uh—well, you always drink Americano in interviews, so I thought… um—” He winced, feeling himself dig deeper into embarrassment.
Por’s smirk turned into a full, genuine laugh, warm and amused. “That’s cute.” He gave Teetee a kind look, as though putting him at ease. “But yeah, I do like bitter coffee. Sometimes. But on nights like this, I like something sweet.”
Teetee couldn’t get the Spanish Latte together fast enough. His hands were shaking as he prepared the drink, his mind too scattered to focus on anything but the fact that he was standing mere feet away from Por, the idol who was sitting in his café, chatting with him . By the time he slid the cup in front of Por, his fingers were still trembling, but Por didn’t seem to notice.
Por wrapped his hands around the warm mug, sighing contentedly as the heat from the drink seeped into his cold fingers. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice softer now, carrying a quiet appreciation. He took a slow sip, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the flavor. “Mmm. Perfect.”
Teetee smiled, a little breathless, but still feeling the quiet thrill of the moment. Por was here, drinking a coffee he made, in the café he worked at, talking to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. It felt surreal, but at the same time, strangely... normal. And that was the beauty of it—no over-the-top fanfare, just a simple moment of connection between two people, however unlikely it seemed.
As Teetee struggled to regain his composure, Por tilted his head slightly, studying him with a quiet curiosity. His gaze was steady, almost too intense, and it made Teetee’s heart race. "You’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know?"
Teetee’s brain immediately short-circuited.
WHAT?!
“H-huh?” was all he could manage, his voice barely more than a squeak. His mind was in chaos, racing to understand what had just happened. Por chuckled softly, the sound warm and teasing, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah. You’re adorable when you get all flustered like that.”
Teetee’s face turned an alarming shade of red. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he could feel his entire body heat up with embarrassment. He wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here.
Por didn’t seem to notice—or if he did, he found it endearing. He leaned casually against the counter, his chin resting on one hand as he continued to watch Teetee, the soft smile never leaving his lips. “What’s your name?”
“Teetee,”
“Teetee,” Por repeated thoughtfully, rolling the name around in his mouth like he was savoring it. “It suits you.”
Teetee’s heart skipped a beat, and it felt like his soul might have just left his body. That was definitely a compliment. “So, Teetee,” Por continued, his voice playful now, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes, “you recognized me right away. Are you a fan?”
Teetee’s brain went into overdrive. Do I admit it? Do I lie? What if I sound like a crazy fan?
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Uh… well… yeah,” he said, barely able to meet Por’s gaze. His cheeks burned with the weight of his confession. “I’ve been a fan since DVI debuted. I watch all your performances. Y-you’re… amazing.”
Por’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure. “Really? That makes me happy.” There was a brief pause, and then something seemed to click in his mind. “Wait. Teetee... Teetee... That sounds familiar."
Teetee blinked in confusion. “Huh?”
Por pulled out his phone, his fingers quickly scrolling through something, then, with a sly smile, he turned the screen toward Teetee.
Teetee froze.
No. This couldn’t be real.
There it was, on the screen—his own TikTok video. Teetee, dancing to DVI’s latest comeback, a cover he’d posted just a few days ago. His heart leaped into his throat, and he felt the heat in his face intensify.
“You’ve seen my videos?” he squeaked, his voice tiny and high-pitched, as if he could barely believe it himself.
Por’s smile grew even more amused. “I have. You’re really good.”
Teetee’s mind was still trying to catch up, but at this point, his body had turned into a walking ball of nervous energy. His stomach was in knots, and he could feel every nerve in his body buzzing with a combination of embarrassment and something else—a thrill, maybe. “T-thank you,” he stammered, his words barely a whisper.
Por casually took another sip of his latte, clearly enjoying the moment. He set the cup down with a quiet clink before looking at Teetee again, his expression almost teasing. “You know… I was actually going to repost one of your covers last week. But I got distracted.”
Teetee's mind went blank. He blinked a few times, trying to process what had just been said.
Wait. WHAT?
Teetee stopped breathing.
Por. Por from DVI. Was going to repost his dance cover?!
“Y-you—wait—what?” Teetee stammered, his brain short-circuiting faster than he could comprehend.
Por grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos he was causing. “I’ll do it tomorrow. If you give me your number.”
Teetee felt like his mind had just shut down completely.
Por wanted his number? What in the world was happening?! This was real. This was actually happening.
“You’re joking,” Teetee whispered, more to himself than to Por, half-expecting to wake up from some kind of bizarre dream. Por leaned in, resting his elbow on the counter as he fixed Teetee with a look that was both teasing and surprisingly serious. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
Teetee’s pulse thudded in his ears, his heart threatening to leap out of his chest. His hands were trembling uncontrollably, but somehow, he managed to grab a napkin from the counter. He scribbled down his number, every digit coming out in a shaky scrawl, before sliding it across the counter with a nervous glance up at Por.
Por picked up the napkin, smirking in that way that made Teetee’s knees feel weak. “Good boy.”
Teetee swore he almost died on the spot. He could feel his entire body flush with embarrassment and disbelief. Good boy ? He was going to combust.
The clock above the counter chimed 12:59 AM, and Por glanced up, his expression shifting to something more thoughtful. “Guess I should head back before my manager starts sending a search party.”
Teetee blinked, still in a daze. “Y-yeah.”
Por stood up, pulling his soaked hoodie back over his head as he prepared to leave. He paused at the door, then turned back to Teetee, flashing him a smile so dangerously charming that Teetee thought his heart might actually stop.
“I’ll text you,” Por said, voice low and smooth, making Teetee’s knees tremble.
And just as Teetee was about to regain some semblance of control, Por added, his voice taking on a playful edge, “And maybe next time, you can teach me some of your moves.”
Teetee completely melted.
The door clicked shut behind Por, and with it, the only sounds left in the café were the soft patter of rain against the window and the lingering scent of coffee in the air.
Teetee stood frozen in place, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away into a state of total disbelief. Did that really just happen?
Por. From DVI. Had just asked for his number.
Teetee let out a long, exasperated groan and buried his face in his hands, feeling the weight of the moment crashing down on him.
How the hell was he supposed to function after this?