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The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft golden light over the streets of Paris. Teetee was already wide awake, as usual, his face alight with excitement as he bounced around the hotel room
“P’Porrrrrr! P'POR!” he shouted, practically vibrating with energy. “We’re in Paris! We need to go outside and see everything, I can’t believe we’re here!”
Por, buried under a pile of blankets on the bed, grumbled in response, his face half-hidden in the pillows. “Five more minutes, Teetee…”
“No way! Wake up Por! It’s our first day here!” Teetee bounded over and yanked the blankets off him in one dramatic swoop, only to find Por’s eyes still closed, lips in a lazy pout.
“I thought we agreed on no morning adventures…” Por muttered, clearly still in the fog of sleep. “Can’t we just… eat pastries? The kind that comes to us in bed?”
Teetee’s eyes practically sparkled. “I was thinking we could do that and go see the Eiffel Tower! And the Louvre! And—”
“I’m not walking all the way to the Louvre. And especially not before breakfast.”
Teetee dropped to the bed dramatically, leaning close to Por’s face and blinking those wide, hopeful eyes. “P’Por, I love you, but you’re being a grump. Come onnnn. ”
Por’s gaze softened. He could never resist Teetee when he looked like that. It was one of the many reasons he loved him—impossibly cute (and exhausting).
“Fine,” he sighed, sitting up reluctantly. “But I’m getting a croissant the size of my face. And you’re carrying it.”
“Deal!”
Por barely had time to rub the sleep from his eyes before Teetee had already thrown open the curtains and was peering out at the city below, his invisible tail practically wagging.
“It’s so pretty phi”
Por, still half-asleep, squinted at the view and grumbled. “It’s just buildings…”
“Come on, let’s get you a croissant.”Teetee grinned, pulling Por’s hand into his and giving it a playful squeeze.
Por couldn’t help but smile a little at Teetee’s enthusiasm. It was so Teetee—always dragging him into the fun, no matter how much Por tried to resist. And as much as he loved his naps and his quiet moments, he could never be mad at the guy who brought so much joy into his life.
“Alright, I’ll get up… but only if you promise not to drag me through the entire city in one day.”
Teetee bounced on his toes, all wide-eyed and giddy. “No promises, we’re gonna see everything, P’Por Every single thing”
Por sighed and shook his head, following him out the door. He was already certain this was going to be a long day. But as Teetee grabbed his hand and pulled him down the streets of Paris, Por couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading through his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he’d enjoy this more than he was letting on.
— — —
The streets of Paris were still sleepy as Teetee dragged Por along, weaving between quiet café tables and flower stalls. Teetee’s face was a picture of pure bliss, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds, while Por followed, rubbing his eyes still half asleep.
“You’re lucky I love you, Tee” Por grumbled, half-chuckling to himself.
Teetee just flashed him a bright grin over his shoulder. “You say that like it’s a chore,” he teased, already bouncing ahead a few steps. “Come on, P’Por, let’s get you that giant croissant you wanted”
“You’re impossible,” Por replied with a roll of his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile. He couldn’t stay mad at Teetee for long, not when Teetee looked so pleased with himself, practically glowing with joy.
They found a small, charming cafe tucked along a narrow side street, the kind that felt like it belonged to a secret corner of Paris. The scent of freshly baked bread and butter lingered in the air.
“Two of the biggest croissants you have” Teetee ordered with a grin. “And two café au laits, please.”
Por slid into a seat at the table, trying his best to look like he wasn’t about to fall asleep right there. “How are you this energetic at seven in the morning?” he asked, more to himself than Teetee.
“Because we are in paris!" Teetee said, handing him a pastry the size of his face with a bright, beaming smile. “And you're gonna love the view of the Seine from here. It’s the perfect spot for breakfast.”
Por raised an eyebrow but accepted the croissant, taking a big bite. His eyes immediately closed in pleasure as the buttery flakiness melted in his mouth.
“…Okay, fine. You were right about the croissant. Not bad for an early morning.”
“Told you. I know how to pick the best stuff.”
They sat there for a while, enjoying the quiet morning as the world around them slowly came to life. Teetee kept trying to get Por to laugh by making goofy faces or talking excitedly about what they could do next. Meanwhile, Por was starting to enjoy himself more than he’d expected although he was still a little groggy.
After finishing their breakfast, Teetee was already on to the next thing, bouncing up and grabbing Por’s hand.
“Let’s go, p’por. The Seine’s just down the street! I bet we can find a little boat ride,” Teetee urged, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Por didn’t even have time to respond before Teetee was already pulling him along.
Eventually, they reached the banks of the Seine. The water sparkled under the soft morning light, and Teetee immediately went to the nearest dock, practically bouncing with excitement.
“I’ve always wanted to take one of these boat rides.” he pointed at the line of little boats tied to the dock. “Look, P'por. It's perfect.”
Por took a slow, measured step back, eyeing the boat warily. “I’m not getting on one of those. What if I fall in? I’m not good with water"
Teetee immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him forward with that boundless energy of his. “But it's Paris! It’s supposed to be romantic. Come on, you’ll love it! And if you fall in, I’ll jump in after you, okay?”
Por rolled his eyes but let himself be led. “You’re impossible.”
After a bit of cajoling, Por finally agreed, partly because he couldn’t resist Teetee’s enthusiasm and partly because he secretly wanted to see the city from the river too. They stepped into a small boat, and as the boat began to float down the Seine, Teetee’s face lit up with pure joy, while Por found himself, enjoying the view.
They passed under ancient bridges, the sunlight reflecting off the water’s surface, and Teetee leaned over the side, gazing up at the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
“Look at that! It’s even more beautiful than I imagined!” Teetee beamed, pointing toward the tower. His excitement was contagious, and even though Por was trying to act nonchalant, he couldn’t help but glance over at Teetee’s face, soft with awe.
Por sighed, his hand subconsciously reaching out to take Teetee’s. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but there was a fondness in his voice that made Teetee’s heart skip a beat. “But… I’ll admit, this is kind of nice.”
“See? Told you Paris was magical,” Teetee said, squeezing his hand. “And I’m so glad I’m here with you.”
Por’s cheeks pinked slightly, and he leaned against Teetee’s shoulder, looking out at the sights as the boat drifted along the Seine. The city felt different somehow—more alive, more special, and maybe, a little more wonderful because he was with Teetee.
— — —
By the time they reached the Eiffel Tower, the morning had blossomed into a perfect afternoon. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city. Teetee couldn’t contain himself as they approached the tower. He practically dragged Por across the courtyard, ignoring the growing crowd of tourists.
“There it isss” Teetee exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe. “It’s even bigger in person than I imagined”
Por, on the other hand, stood back, arms crossed, giving the Eiffel Tower a skeptical glance. “It’s just a giant metal tower,” he said, though the tiniest flicker of admiration passed through his eyes. He was always a little more reserved than Teetee, but even he couldn’t deny that the sight was impressive.
Teetee, not one to be held back by any reservations, tugged at Por’s sleeve. “Come on phi, let’s go up, it’ll be so fun! We can see the whole city from the top!”
“You want me to climb up all those stairs? Are you serious?”
Teetee’s grin widened, and with a mischievous sparkle in his eye, he dropped his voice into a teasing whisper. “Well… you could always take the elevator,”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
Por rolled his eyes, but that soft, affectionate smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You know I hate stairs.”
“Then it’s perfect.” Teetee’s hands were already grabbing hold of Por’s and pulling him toward the entrance of the tower. “Come on, let’s do this together, P'por. ”
Por sighed dramatically, but the slight tilt of his lips betrayed how fond he was of his overly enthusiastic boyfriend. “I’m going to regret this…”
But he didn’t regret it, not really.
The climb was slow and exhausting—Teetee was practically skipping up the stairs, while Por lagged behind, dramatically clutching the railing every few steps. “I swear, I’m going to need a nap the moment we’re back on solid ground,” he muttered, though his voice had a trace of fondness.
“Come on Phi! You can do it! It’s just… what, a hundred more steps?”
“You’re insane,” Por muttered, but he was secretly trying to keep up. He was trying.
As they neared the top, Teetee looked over at Por, who was struggling to breathe a little harder than usual. “You okay?” he asked, his expression softening. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this, you know…”
Por gave him a tired but fond look, his hand still clutching the railing. “No… no, I’m fine,” he said, though there was no hiding the slight wheeze in his voice. “I just… hate stairs.”
Teetee slowed down a little, walking next to him now. He bumped his shoulder against Por’s. “You know, we could always stop and rest for a second. You don’t have to be all grumpy about it.”
Por rolled his eyes. “I’m not grumpy.”
“You’re totally grumpy. But that’s okay, I’ll still love you anyway.”
They reached the top of the tower, and as Teetee had promised, the view was breathtaking. The entire city stretched out before them—rooftops and winding streets, the distant Arc de Triomphe, the shimmering waters of the Seine. it was perfect.
Teetee couldn’t contain himself. He spread his arms wide, feeling the wind tug at his hair as he looked out over the city. “This is amazing! Look at this, P'Por! I’ve always wanted to be here.”
Por, who had been silently leaning against the railing, couldn’t help but smile. There was something so endearing about Teetee in moments like this—so full of joy and excitement, completely in love with the world around him. And despite his own grumbling, Por was happy to be here too, especially by Teetee’s side.
“It’s nice, I guess,” Por said nonchalantly, though his tone was soft. He was still leaning against the railing, his eyes scanning the view. “But it’s... kind of terrifying up here. I feel like if I move too fast, I’m going to fall.”
Teetee immediately spun around, his eyes wide with concern. “You’re not going to fall, Por,” he said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. “And even if you did, I’d jump after you.”
Por snorted lightly “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re adorable phi. Now, come on. Take in the view with me.”
Por blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the soft, affectionate look Teetee gave him. And before he could protest, Teetee was pulling him into an embrace—no hesitation, no hesitation at all, just pure Teetee energy.
Por found himself sighing in contentment, the sound of Teetee’s heartbeat steady and warm against his own chest. He rested his head against Teetee’s shoulder, allowing himself a moment of peace in the chaos of their adventure.
“This is... alright,” Por admitted, his voice quieter now, his usual sharp edge softened by the closeness. “I guess you were right.”
“I always am,” Teetee teased, squeezing him tighter.
Por rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t fight the smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, fine. You win, Teetee. Paris is amazing… with you.”
Teetee grinned, his arms tightening around Por’s waist. “Best. Day. Ever.”
They both stood together, their hands intertwined, both staring out at the sprawling city beneath them. The wind ruffled their hair, and the golden sunlight bathed everything in a warm glow, but for a moment, the world around them seemed to quiet, leaving just the two of them.
Por was still leaning against the railing, his eyes scanning the horizon. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d stopped resisting, stopped acting so stiff. The view from up here was breathtaking, but there was something else—something more significant than the sights of Paris itself.
Teetee, of course, had been too busy gazing at the city with wonder, lost in the magic of the moment. But as his gaze drifted to the side, he caught a glimpse of Por, who was now standing with a subtle, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. It was rare for Por to let down his guard like this and Teetee’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re so quiet, Phi,” Teetee said softly, stepping a little closer to him, his voice lighter than before. “Are you still mad about the stairs?”
Por glanced at him with a small smirk, his tone warmer now, almost teasing. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just enjoying how ridiculous you look right now.”
Teetee’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Ridiculous? I’m ridiculous?” he teased, clearly amused. “I think you’re just admitting how much you love being here with me.”
“I’m not admitting anything,”
Teetee’s grin faded slightly, replaced by something quieter, more sincere. He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from Por’s face, his fingers lingering for a brief second. “I’m glad you’re here with me,” he said, his voice dropping into something a little more tender, the excitement from earlier now replaced by the warmth of the moment.
Por blinked, clearly surprised by the sincerity in Teetee’s tone. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could find the words, Teetee’s hands were gently cupping his face.
“Teetee…” Por started, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. But Teetee was already leaning in, the distance between them shrinking until their lips were only inches apart.
“You’re so important to me, P’Por,” Teetee murmured, his breath warm against Por’s lips.
Por’s heart skipped a beat. He had been trying to resist it all day—the affection, the constant tug in his chest when Teetee was near. But there was something about the way Teetee was looking at him now, something in the way he said his name, that made him feel all kinds of things he didn’t know how to put into words.
Without saying anything more, Teetee closed the small gap between them, his lips meeting Por’s in a soft, tender kiss.
For a moment, everything else disappeared—the height of the tower, the busy city below, even the sounds of tourists’ chatter. It was just the two of them, their lips locked in quiet affection, their connection grounding them in a way words never could.
Por’s initial surprise melted away as he leaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way to Teetee’s waist, pulling him closer. Teetee’s hands slid up to cup Por’s face, his thumbs gently brushing across his cheeks in a way that made Por’s heart race.
The kiss wasn’t hurried or frantic, it was soft, gentle and it conveyed the feelings words could never. Teetee pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against Por’s as he smiled, his eyes still closed.
“You’re so cute when you’re all serious like this,” Teetee whispered, his voice low and full of affection.
Por’s cheeks flushed, a smile that tugged at his lips. “I’m not ‘serious,’” he muttered, but the words lacked any real bite. “I just… don’t know how you do it.”
Teetee chuckled, kissing the tip of Por’s nose before pulling back to look at him fully. “I do it because I’m completely in love with you,” he said with such ease, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.
Por’s breath caught in his chest at the sincerity in Teetee’s voice. He allowed himself to fully embrace the feeling of being loved in a way that was so pure, so genuine.
“Alright, alright,” Por said, his voice a little rougher than usual, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him as he let out a soft chuckle. “You’re insufferable.”
Teetee’s grin was brighter than ever. “You love me anyway,” he said, wrapping his arms around Por’s shoulders and pulling him into another tight hug. “Even when I’m ridiculous.”
Por let out a deep sigh, but he didn’t pull away. He just rested his head on Teetee’s shoulder, a quiet peace settling over him. “Yeah,I do,” he admitted quietly, allowing himself a moment to just be with Teetee, with Paris, with everything they shared.
— — —
The sun began to dip toward the horizon and Teetee and Por found themselves walking hand in hand along one of Paris’s many bridges. The sky above was streaked with hues of pink, orange, and purple, painting the Seine with a warm glow. The air was cool now, the rush of the day starting to slow, and the city felt quieter, more… intimate.
“Paris is even more beautiful at sunset,” Teetee mused, looking up at the sky with a wide smile. He had his usual energy, but there was a peacefulness about him now, as if the day’s excitement had settled into a contented hum in his chest.
Por, on the other hand, was a little quieter, his gaze lingering on the flowing water below, where the fading light reflected so surreally. His hand, still holding Teetee's, felt warm against the cool evening air. It was moments like this—simple, yet profound—that made everything else fade into the background. The hustle of the day, the tourists, the crowds—none of it mattered now. It was just them, and this moment in time.
“I think I understand now,” Por said softly, his voice a little distant, though not in a way that made him seem closed off. It was more like he was absorbing everything around them.
“Understand what?”
“Why you love this city so much,” Por continued, his thumb gently brushing over Teetee’s hand. “It’s not just the sights or the food or the Eiffel Tower… It’s the way everything here feels alive. The energy, the history, the romance—it’s like the city is holding its breath, waiting for something amazing to happen. And I think that’s why you wanted to be here so badly.”
Teetee’s smile softened, his eyes searching Por’s face as if reading the words there. “I wanted to be here with you, P’Por” he said, his voice quiet, soft, almost secretive.
Por’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to respond. The words hung between them, unspoken, but both of them could feel the truth of it. The city, the adventure, the sights—they had all been wonderful. But there was something more important than that.
Por squeezed Teetee’s hand, pulling him a little closer, as the world around them seemed to slow down even more. The twilight hour made everything feel dreamlike, the buildings along the river bathed in warm hues, the boats gliding quietly under the bridges. It was the kind of scene that felt straight out of a movie, and for a moment, it felt like time had paused itself just for them.
Por’s lips quivered into a smile. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but his voice was softer now, the teasing words carrying a warmth he couldn’t quite hide.
They paused at the center of the bridge, where the view stretched out before them—the Seine glittering like liquid gold under the sunset sky, the distant silhouette of the Eiffel Tower.
“I’ll remember this forever. This moment, right here. It’s perfect.” Teetee spoke, voice still soft, secretive, as if the moment is only made for them.
Por nodded, his gaze following Teetee’s as the city below shimmered in the last rays of daylight. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, “perfect.”
Without warning, Teetee grabbed Por by the waist, spinning him around playfully. Por let out a surprised laugh, his hands instinctively gripping Teetee’s shoulders to steady himself.
“Hey!” Por chuckled, trying to push him away in mock protest, but Teetee held him firm, his laughter infectious.
Teetee stopped spinning and pulled him into a hug, his arms wrapping around Por tightly as the last light of the sun slipped below the horizon. “I’m so glad we’re here together,” Teetee whispered into Por’s ear, his voice full of sincerity. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Por’s heart fluttered, and for a moment, he let himself relax into the embrace. “Yeah,” he whispered back, his voice quieter now, softer, “me neither.”
The world around them faded into the coolness of evening, the streetlights flickering on, and the sounds of the city softening as the night took over. They stood there, just holding each other, watching the city come alive under the soft glow of the street lamps. The river flowed below them, the bridge stretching across it like a quiet witness to their moment, and the world felt as if it had shrunk down to just the two of them.
“I think I’m gonna miss this,”
“You can always come back, Tee”
Teetee pulled back just enough to look into Por’s eyes, his smile tender. “I meant… I’m gonna miss being here with you.”
Por blinked, a wave of warmth washing over him at the sincerity in Teetee’s words. He didn’t know how to respond right away, so instead, he just smiled back, his hand finding Teetee’s once more.
And for the first time all day, Por didn’t feel the need to rush or resist. He just let it all sink in—the beauty of the sunset, the charm of Paris, and the warmth of Teetee’s love surrounding him.
“I’m glad you’re here, Teetee”