Police in Love

"Why did Thiar come in so early today?"

 

“Coming in early isn’t unusual, Captain Kanin.”

 

"I'm asking Thiartha, not you, Captain Nadol," Kanin said, teasing Nadol slightly. The other man sighed at his playful behaviour and finally walked away.

 

"You haven't answered me yet. Why are you here so early?"

 

“I’ll hurry up and finish my work, hurry out, and go get the dragon.”

 

"You can have me go get him for you."

 

"No need, it's me."

 

After saying that, Thiartha did not give Kanin a chance to argue and hurried straight to his private office.

 

After that day, the dragon was shot. Fortunately, the bullet only grazed it and didn't cause a deep wound. However, he still needed close monitoring in the hospital.

 

Today, he woke up at 5 a.m., quickly finished all his work, and prepared to go to a meeting so he could pick up another person on time.

 

The clock showed six fifteen. The determined man began picking up the documents piled on the table and opening them to read. His sharp eyes scanned. His hands worked together to grab the pen and sign in a matter of seconds.

 

Everything went according to plan. Meanwhile, my mother kept sending me pictures of the sick person reporting in the chat. Just seeing Mangkorn’s sweet face beaming with smiles gave me the strength to keep working.

 

However, amidst the silence, there was a sudden knock on the door from outside. A young female employee, Makham, walked in and reported with a serious expression.

 

"Sergeant, the director called for you."

 

“Right now, Ms Makham?”

 

"yes"

 

His dark blue eyes glanced at the two hours that had passed. He had to leave for a meeting outside before eleven o'clock sharp, but he had to follow orders.

 

"Yes, I'll go."

 

The handsome man let out a small breath, picked up the jacket draped nearby, put it on, and stepped out of the room.

 

The director's office at Chiang Mai City Police Station is on the left, next to Thiar's office. When I knocked on the door and opened it, Asin was waiting.

 

“The director called me. Is there something wrong?”

 

"Please have a seat, Inspector."

 

"I just want to talk about the Black Bull gang."

 

“Um… are you in a hurry?”

 

Thiartha did not sit down as the owner of the room invited him, but instead asked in a calm tone, although her expression looked a little rushed and flustered.

 

"Is anything up?"

 

“Uh, it's...”

 

"If you don't say anything, I'll reply, 'I'm in a hurry,'" in Asin's style, who likes to tease just as much.

 

"I have to hurry and get the Dragon, sir."

 

“Does it have to be you, Inspector? Can’t anyone else?” The director raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile that seemed to know what was going on.

 

No matter how you refuse, the listener is silent for a split second; the answer is known in their hearts, even if they cannot.

 

“Yes, sir, very important.”

"What's important is whether to pick up Inspector Thiar or not."

 

The question left Thiartha speechless for a moment. A faint blush began to appear on his normally composed face. The young sergeant tried to avert his gaze slightly before replying in a softer voice.

 

“Both.”

 

“I wonder if it’s not a marriage to change your fortune. I’ll call you.

 

Ah Sin himself had known all along that moving the dragon here would require him to see the reason, including the marriage. His father's personality was still the same, as always. He wanted to get what he wanted.

 

“Then hurry up, Inspector. Someone will be waiting.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

The meeting ended at exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, and someone immediately drove to the hospital in the city centre. The elevator slowly moved up to the top floor of the inpatient building. Both hands were full of the things they had bought for the sick person, and they planned to fulfil their promise when they were discharged from the hospital: to take the dragon to eat shaved ice.

 

The long legs strode along the hospital corridor, then slowed. The room door seven, two, one was pushed open by a large hand, but the sight that struck the sharp eyes was the junior that he had met this morning, gently stroking the dragon's hair.

 

How did it come?

 

Immediately, a feeling of dissatisfaction arose. The sweet smile that he thought Mangkorn would give him, but it was given to Kanin instead. Thiartha walked into the room with a face that was almost tense.

 

A dissatisfied ray came out.

 

"Oh, Thia's here already, my child?"

 

“Yes, mother.”

 

"So, what's the problem? Is it hard work, Thiar? Why do you look so serious?"

 

If the father's question hadn't entered his ears at all, his ears were now listening to the conversation of the other two people who were talking with great gusto.

 

"What happened? We got shot," Kanin asked in a teasing tone.

 

“A little bit, Mr Kanin. It’s like being a real police officer.”

 

“Hmm, how about us?”

 

"He was shot."

 

“We are so talkative.”

 

Thiartha stared at the scene in front of him without realising it. His sharp eyes flickered to the dragon absentmindedly. He was here...here. Dragon, did you see him? Or did you not even care? And what was that for? A large bouquet was placed beside the sick person's bed.

 

Whose is this again?

 

“Ahem”

 

I can't stand it anymore. Finally, a throat-clearing sound stopped the conversation between the two of them. It worked. It made the younger one wave hello and give me a slight smile.

 

“Aren’t you going to the meeting, Mr Kanin?”

 

“Wow, you remember the schedule so well. Just stopping by, Inspector. I’ll be right back.”

 

"Brother Kanin, you'll be late."

 

“Someone is worried about me. I’ll be going now. See you later.”

 

"yes"

 

Before leaving, Kanin still raised his hand to pinch that soft cheek again.

 

I'm so fucking annoyed.

 

Someone had secretly turned away to avoid seeing those images. But if everything that had happened had been recorded in the eyes of the Lady Pharadda, she would sit and smile to herself. Her son was showing signs of being very upset.

 

“Has the meeting been adjourned?”

 

“Yes, I’m here to take you home.”

 

“I’m so happy. I can leave now.”

 

"But I still need to rest."

 

Thiar spoke as he walked over and sat down next to the patient. It was as if there was some kind of gravitational pull that made him unable to resist, so he raised his hand and stroked Mangkorn’s soft hair for some unknown reason.

 

"Inspector... What are you doing?" The dragon paused for a moment, his large eyes looking up at the young inspector in surprise.

 

“Just… checking if you’re okay.”

 

“Patting my head?”

 

“You look so cute when you’re hurt like this. I just like you.”

 

What the hell is the sergeant talking about?

 

The pair of round eyes immediately lowered after hearing this, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and his usually slow heart was now beating rapidly.

 

"Ahem, Mom's still here, boys," the lady's voice interrupted, accompanied by a sly smile towards her son.

 

Thiartha immediately froze. The hand that was stroking his soft hair was quickly pulled back. He tried to hide his feelings, but the heat that was spreading up his face was too much to hide.

 

"I guess Mom needs to get checked for diabetes," said the father, his tone teasing, making the sitting dragon feel embarrassed.

“What is it, Mom? It’s nothing,” Thiartha tried to deny, but his deep voice was clearly higher and nasal.

 

“I’m just kidding, dear. But I think when you pat someone’s head like that, there must be some feeling involved, right?”

 

“There’s no need to feel anything at all. There’s no need at all.”

 

The smile that had been on his face for a moment had faded from this sentence. An indescribable palpable feeling escaped his chest. That was it. How could he feel anything?

 

It's just a simple head pat... He doesn't feel anything.

 

I really don't feel it.

 

Other matters, the dragon gave a slight smile before changing his words.

 

"The doctor should be here soon."

 

Pharadha excused herself to leave as an unemployed housewife would. She didn't forget to turn and give her son and daughter-in-law a sweet smile in name before leaving the room. Thiartha could only watch after her, exhausted, before sighing gently and continuing with his duties.

 

“Are you ready to go back?”

 

“Yes, ready.”

 

The tall man carefully supported the small person as they walked out of the patient's room, then headed towards the parking lot. The engine sounded louder along with the cool wind from the Air conditioners that help relieve the fatigue of the day. 

 

The evening atmosphere on the streets of Chiang Mai province is filled with cars driving slowly, their red taillights long and honking at intervals. The route that should be moving to the city's outskirts is now stuck in the middle of the economic district.

 

The beautiful car weaved through the heavy traffic until it finally turned into a small alley lined with restaurants and cafes, beautifully lit in the evening. The dragon's round eyes glanced at Thiartha in confusion.

 

There must be something wrong with that.

 

“How about we park here and go choose the restaurant you want to eat at?”

 

"Yes?" There was a blink of confusion.

 

“The shaved ice you want to eat.”

 

Thiar spoke with a sweet smile, causing the hearts of those watching to tremble. The police lieutenant remembered what he had said about wanting to eat shaved ice. He had just remembered this a moment ago.

 

“Does making that face mean you don’t believe me?”

 

“Oh, just a little bit.”

 

“Let's go down.”

 

A faint smile appeared on Mangkorn’s face. The dragon hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, followed by a tall man. Someone was spoiling the sick person to the utmost extent, to the point where one couldn't help but be curious. No matter what the younger one asked or asked for his opinion, there was not even the slightest refusal or argument.

 

"Then let's go to this shop." The shop on the left is a white cafe decorated with green grass.

 

"Um, I'll take care of it myself."

 

“Really? Then I’ll eat it until the police sergeant is done. Just you wait and see.”

 

“I can easily support you for the rest of my life.”

 

As usual, the sly tone and gestures that accompanied the raising of one eyebrow and the sparkling eyes made him extremely irritated. The thin lips slightly twisted, he kept telling himself in his mind over and over again, " Don't fall for this sly police officer's words. He quickly walked into the shop without paying attention.

 

The shop was filled with the aroma of sweet treats and fresh coffee. Many menus were beautifully arranged on small tables near the counter. Thiartha let Mangkorn choose as he pleased, and soon the orders started to arrive one by one. Sweet and delicious shaved ice followed by cake, and A smooth and creamy chocolate and matcha blended drink.

 

Someone didn't hesitate to deal with the shaved ice in front of him first. A bright smile lit up his face, so much so that Thiartha couldn't help but stare. His sharp eyes stared at the side of his younger brother's face, unable to look away.

 

“Is it that delicious?”

 

“Yes, it was delicious. The hospital only had bland food.”

 

“Is this sweet enough?”

 

“If it’s too sweet, I’m afraid I’ll get diabetes.”

 

Then, tasting the taste of your wife's kiss to change your fate would also lead to diabetes. Suddenly, an absurd thought came to mind.

 

Thiartha secretly laughed softly.

 

Damn, how could you even think that?

 

“What are you laughing at?”

 

“No, just thinking about something.”

 

His tone was casual, but the faint smile on his handsome face seemed a bit strange, too, a bit suspicious. The person who was about to put the shaved ice into his mouth paused, his large, round eyes staring intently. There must be something funny about him. He couldn't let it pass.

 

"The sergeant told me straight out. He suddenly started laughing."

 

“Hmm, do you really want to know?”

 

“Don’t you want to know? Why are you asking? You’re a weird person.”

 

If you want to know something, you have to understand it. There was a slight shake of the head before the young police officer moved closer. His sapphire eyes moved slowly, staring intently. He then slowly raised his hand to caress his clear cheek gently.

 

Your body odour is fragrant, your cheeks are soft, and you also make me worry a lot.

 

"I just thought..."

 

"Sa Inspector"

 

“Do you think your kisses will give me diabetes?”