SECRET MELODIES || PORTEETEEPOR

SECRET MELODIES || PORTEETEEPOR

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• • • · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · English isn't my first language, so please excuse any mistakes as I'm translating this story slowly from another language! 🥹 • • • · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · let's go to an other porteeteepor ff ! ♡ Por was only supposed to write the music ,, and TeeTee was only supposed to sing it. But somewhere between midnight practice sessions,, soft glances across the piano, and all the things left unsaid,, their song becomes more than just a melody. It becomes the space where they hide,, where they breathe, and where their hearts begin to say what their lips still cannot. This is s slow-burning story about longing,, quiet devotion, and two people falling for each other in the spaces between notes. - music. - soft & fluff. - slow burn. - soft ,, meets dreams. - etc ! · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · • • •
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Por is the top student in his grade-quiet, precise, and always distant with everyone. He walks the hallways like a shadow with a purpose. Then there's Teetee Wanpichit-sunlight personified, with paint on his fingers, friends at every corner, and a laugh that makes people turn around. They sit two rows apart in literature class. They've never spoken. But Teetee keeps stealing glances, and Por keeps writing secret poems in the margins of his notebook-about someone with a voice like spring and eyes like storms. One unexpected group project. One rainy afternoon under the library eaves. And suddenly, it's not just pens and notebooks anymore. It's heartbeats, jealousy, hesitation, and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe... they're not as different as they seem.

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