Police in Love

I finally got back to the familiar place, but it seems like my heart won't come back.

 

“Sigh, turn off the lights and go to sleep, Dragon.”

 

A long sigh escaped the room, and the clock struck five.

 

It was half past 7:30, which was quite late for bedtime, but his round eyes were still wide open, staring at the ceiling with a confused mind.

 

On the wide bed, a large brown teddy bear, placed against the wall, was still smiling brightly at its owner. It seemed as if it had no idea how confused its owner was.

 

"The person who gave you this is so cruel, Bear. I don't like flirtatious people."

 

“That day, we yelled at each other.”

 

The words echoed back in my head, and my thoughts were drawn back to that day, the day I was shouted at in that fierce tone.

 

That day...the day he asked for a divorce… And on the actual day of the divorce, not a word was spoken from the police lieutenant's mouth. He only walked to the bus station to see him off, then got in the car and returned to Mae Sai, and the relationship ended.

 

I hand-picked up the phone and entered the chat box. Messages from someone popped up first every time. There were hundreds of notifications from that person, but Mangkorn had never thought to open them and read them. He had pressed the mute button since the day he returned. As for the phone number, let alone rejecting every call that came in.

 

“I don’t want to talk to someone who has two minds.”

 

Who is wrong in this equation?

 

Inspector Thiartha wasn't wrong, and he wasn't in the wrong either. If no one was wrong, then why did it hurt so much?

 

That person has been an open flirt the whole time. I've seen it with my own eyes, I've known it in my heart. He fell for the trap of sweet words, actions that seemed to have meaning, and in the end, we got hurt.

 

During this time, I cut off all communication channels and tried to take care of myself as much as possible, knowing that we would have to come back together in the future. I hoped that by then, these feelings would have faded. He disappeared, and he would be able to respect Inspector Thiar as a respected senior as before.

 

I admit that at first, I just wanted to help the police lieutenant. I didn't think about his feelings or romantic relationship. It was almost impossible for him to fall in love with someone like that. But it turned out this way.

 

It's not worth getting involved in.

 

The gesture of raising one's hand to cover one's forehead indicates that one is extremely troubled.

 

“It will pass, dragon.” No one is successful in love. That is understandable.

 

But right now, he just wants his heart to be strong enough to handle the remaining feelings. Even though it still hurts deep down,

 

A new morning has arrived, but it doesn't help. The atmosphere brightened up a bit, and the dragon continued to get up and do his routine. Do your normal daily routine, shower, get dressed and go out. Working as usual, but the eyes look tired, and the face that used to smile has lost its brightness.

 

The police station this morning was quieter than usual. Everyone could feel the change in the police sergeant, but no one said it directly.

 

"Brother Phu, Brother Mangkorn is not cheerful at all. Phlab is not okay at all," Lukphlab whispered to his husband. This senior, who likes to tease and joke, can speak like "Toi Hoi", but today he couldn't say anything. He couldn't help but feel worried.

 

"I've warned Thiar already." Because of his playfulness, everything turned out like this.

 

"And will Inspector Thiar feel the same way as Brother Mangkorn does?"

 

"Phlab, trust me. That crazy dog ​​will come soon."

 

“P'Phu, what do you mean?”

 

"He called me so hard that the line was burning."

 

Phuwin still hadn't told Thiartha the truth, that he already knew the whole story. However, his close friend's condition was not much different. If he hadn't thought of anything, how could he have called him three times a day after meals, wanting to know about the dragon? But he called him instead.

 

“Go and keep the dragon company. Take him out and do something outside.”

 

“Yes, Phu.”

 

He loved and cared for the dragon like a younger brother. The more he saw the other party like this, the more worried he became. The dragon he knew was not like this.

 

What did Thiar take from my brother?

 

That afternoon, Lukphlap and Fak Fang brought the depressed police sergeant out to change the atmosphere outside. Mae Sai Police Station was left in silence. There was only the sound of papers turning back and forth as Phuwin sat clearing documents.

 

However, the silence was soon broken when the young police lieutenant's office door was knocked on. Before he could even ask permission, someone outside took the liberty of opening the door and entering.

 

“Hey, man. We haven’t seen each other in a while. Did you miss me?”

 

Thiar's greeting sounded with a playful smile, paired with an expression of complete disinterest. But Phuwin, who was sitting behind his desk, just looked up, not surprised to see his close friend storming in.

 

Here you are, you crazy dog.

 

“Why did you come?”

 

"Oh, I wanted to come." He still looked unbothered as he walked over and sat down in the chair opposite, with a relaxed expression.

 

"You came this way, go back that way."

 

The tone of voice that came out was calm and without any emotion or anger, just like a normal statement.

 

"Why? I didn't come to flirt with my wife."

 

"You're playing with my brother's heart."

 

"I want to play. What are you doing?"

 

One spoke in a playful tone, but the other did not play along. The irritation that had been there before suddenly surged up. Phuwin's tall figure stood up and ripped his friend's shirt, wrinkling it, trying his best to suppress his emotions a bit. Because you're like this, Thiar, that's why I don't know what you did to the dragon.

 

"What's going on, Phu? You can't joke around anymore."

 

"Do you know what your playfulness has done to him?" Phuwin said in a stern voice, his eyes shining with determination.

 

"So, what did I do?" Why is he so angry?

 

"I didn't kill anyone."

 

I'm afraid!

 

His patience was running out, and a heavy punch slammed into his close friend's chin, nearly knocking him off his chair. Phuwin didn't hesitate to rush out from his desk and slam his fist into his handsome face.

 

The first punch was one he played too much, and even covered up the story first. The second punch that played with the dragon's heart

 

"What's wrong with you, Phu?" Thiartha blurted out as he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

 

"You're the one who's crazy," Phuwin shouted back.

“You never think about what you do. Do you know what you’ve done to yourself?”

 

"Why would a dragon marry someone like you?!" Phuwin shouted as he clenched his fists and raised them for the third time. His sharp eyes shone with anger. He must think he's very smart, that cunning Inspector.

 

"I know..."

 

"Hey, Thiar!" "Yeah, you know everything. You're playing with my brother's heart. Do you think it's fun?

 

“I didn’t play. I didn’t mean for it to be like that.”

 

“I just… I want to protect the dragon. I don’t want him to get hurt again,” Thiartha tried to explain. But who could understand his feelings better than himself?

 

“Protect? You call what you did protective. You married him to change your fate, but you played with his feelings. Do you love him, Thiar? Or do you just not want to lose him?”

 

The two young police officers' arguments echoed far outside. Lukphlab, who had just returned, rushed inside in a panic, afraid that the situation would escalate further. Meanwhile, Fakfang, who had followed them in, let out a startled cry.

 

"Phi Phu! Inspector Thiar, stop!" Phuwin wanted to rush in and punch Thiartha in the face again. Lukphlap entered between them, his white hands trying to push Phuwin away, while FakFaeng hurriedly went to support Thiartha, whose face was covered with blood at the corner of the mouth.

 

The dragon standing nearby was stunned by the sight. His large eyes trembled with shock. He had not thought that the two seemingly reasonable officers were fighting each other. Thoughts began to race through his mind, but at that moment, the sharp gaze of the visitor looked up and met his round eyes. The dragon's heart suddenly twitched throughout his body.

 

"Dragon..." The voice that called his name was loud and filled with longing and concern. His gaze was so gentle and soft that the dragon didn't dare look back for long.

 

Why? Why did you come here?

Why did you come? He really doesn't want to see this person.

 

Without waiting for the brain to give the command, the legs ran out of there. Just seeing each other for a moment, all the accumulated efforts were destroyed in the blink of an eye.

 

"Dragon! Dragon! Wait for me," Thiartha called after him, trying to get up but being pulled by Phuwin.

 

"Go back, Thiar," Phuwin said, still angry. His thick hand grabbed his best friend's arm tightly.

 

"Phu, let go of me!" Thiartha became angry and could only watch as his younger sibling ran away until he was out of sight.

 

It hurts, it hurts.

 

“I won't let you go.”

 

“Let go of me, Phu. I’m going to find the dragon.”

 

“Stop both of you!” A stern and powerful voice sounded from behind him. Jesada, the director of Mae Sai, walked into the room with a sharp, fierce gaze.

 

“Both of you, go talk to me in my office now.”

 

The sound made the two police officers pause. Although they were unwilling, they could not deny Jesada's power. Thiartha let out a long sigh before shaking off Phuwin's grasp and standing up first. Phuwin looked at his friend with irritation, but eventually followed quietly.

 

The atmosphere in the director's office was tense, almost stifling. Jessada stared at the two people standing in front of him with a calm gaze, his large hand slowly tapping a pen on the table, as if waiting.

 

A reasonable explanation from both sides.

 

"We're all grown-ups, so why are you fighting like kids?" Jessada asked in a calm voice.

"I'm sorry, Director," Phuwin said first, his voice slightly remorseful.

 

"I'm sorry, sir," Thiartha said as the second person to follow. Jessada looked back and forth between them before placing his pen on the table.

 

"Inspector Phu and Inspector Thiar, tell me what exactly happened."

 

“I came to see the dragon, sir. I want to see the dragon.”

 

“Another misunderstanding.”

 

"A person like you isn't worthy of being with the dragon, Thiar. Didn't you say yourself that you don't like people in the same profession?"

 

Upon hearing that sentence, he was shocked, as if an arrow had shot straight into his heart. He had truly said that, and he wouldn't argue with it. But anything can change, right?

 

“People can change all the time,” and he wanted to change.

 

“Is this a fight about dragon?”

 

“Change? Why did you change? Because you got hurt playing and you want to come back and fix it?”

 

Sigh.

 

Jessada let out a long sigh. He had received a report from Asin that Thiartha would be coming here, and he also knew Thiartha's purpose. "Sir, I would like you to order Thiartha to return to Chiang Mai," Phuwin said in anger, not wanting to look at him.

 

“No, sir. I will stay.”

 

"Then why are you staying, Inspector Thiar?"

 

"I will stay until the dragon forgives me." I will definitely not go.

 

Something tells me that if he lets this opportunity slip away, there will never be a day that I get my younger brother back in my arms.

 

“Hee, do you think the dragon will forgive you so easily?”

 

"It's none of your business, Phu."

 

“Then try it. If you hurt the dragon again, don’t come back. Don't step foot here and get lost.”

 

Those words were like a prophecy, but Thiartha was not afraid. No matter what he had to do, he would ask his ex-wife for another chance.

 

I'm giving you a chance.

 

I'm sorry.