Police in Love

"Can I have this little persimmon?"

 

"Brother Mangkorn, come down. I'll have someone else do it for you."

 

Lukphlab had a worried expression. No matter how he tried to stop or reprimand him, Senior Sergeant wouldn't listen at all. The mango tree in the police quarters had been climbed almost to the top because Lukphlab had quietly complained that he wanted to eat mangoes with sweet fish sauce. Before he knew it, Senior Sergeant Mangkorn had already climbed up to the top.

 

"Brother Mangkorn, I'll go buy it."

 

“It’s not worth it.”

 

“It’s okay. I’ll just take the last one.”

 

The cool breeze above brought a refreshing feeling. The dragon's beautiful eyes looked down at the mangoes below, which he had got with his own hands, with pride. This kind of climbing helped to relieve some of its distracting thoughts.

 

But just as he was about to reach out to pick the last mango, his round eyes widened in shock, and he felt dizzy. He rose immediately as the evening sunlight dimmed his vision. His weak grip on the branch began to slip, and his tall, well-built body started to lean away from where he was standing.

 

And suddenly....

 

“Brother Dragon, hey, watch out!”

 

"Nong Phlab!" someone above shouted for help.

 

Persimmon hurriedly ran under the mango tree, ready to catch his senior if he fell. His small hand was raised above his head, but at the same moment, someone appeared just in time.

 

"It's me, Nong Phlab."

 

That person is none other than Inspector Thiartha.

 

The old man made a split-second decision, accurately calculating the angle of the police sergeant's movement and falling position as the younger man's body fell rapidly. His sharp eyes stared without blinking. The tall man leapt forward with all his strength, spreading his arms wide to support the weight of the falling man.

 

The dragon closed his eyes tightly as his body hit the ground, bracing himself for the pain that was about to come. But what he felt was different. There was no pain, no moaning, only a strange softness and warmth.

 

“Why is the ground so strangely soft?” was what he thought to himself before his beautiful eyes slowly opened.

 

Yes, Inspector Thiartha!

 

The first thing he saw was Thiartha's face, pale from the impact. He was in the arms of the person from Chiang Mai, and his mind immediately ordered his heart to beat faster.

 

This person again... who came to help.

 

"Brother Mangkorn, are you hurt?"

 

"Thank you, Inspector Thiar," said Lukphlab, the first to thank him.

 

“Are you hurt?”

 

The unconscious man remained speechless, but as soon as his mind processed it, the dragon immediately stood up from his strong chest and did not forget to say thank you.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“It doesn't hurt, right?”

 

The answer was not a sound, but a shake of the head. Although he felt happy, he also felt an indescribable pain. The little person didn't say anything, got up, dusted off his pants, and picked up several mangoes from the ground.

 

"Nong Phlab, let's go make some sweet fish sauce mangoes."

 

"Brother Faeng should have already prepared the machine."

 

After he finished speaking, he didn't hesitate to leave immediately, not even caring about the person who had helped him earlier. Lukphlab looked at the senior inspector's face and could only encourage him because the road was still long.

 

"Phlab knows everything, Inspector," said Lukphlab.

 

“Did the dragon tell you?”

 

"yes"

 

"Nong Phlab, will Mangkorn give me a chance?" I really don't know what he did wrong. We didn't fight.

 

"If you show sincerity, I think it will go away."

 

"Good luck, Inspector."

 

Even Lukphlab never thought that Inspector Thiar would end up with his close senior. The possibility is low. He is a flirtatious and charming person.

 

Like Police Lieutenant Thiartha, who is both handsome and well-rounded, he always has people ready to approach him. They seem to be a good match, but he ends up falling in love with a Police Sergeant.

 

"I'm serious, Nong Phlab. I won't let him go." 

 

There was a commotion in front of Fakfang's house. There was Dabtri Phuwin, Lukphlap, Mangkorn, and the two new visitors, Kanin and Thiartha.

 

Kanin wasn't surprised at all to see Thiar here. Why was he so unsure when he bought a lottery ticket? He also knew about the marriage that would change his fortune. He also knew about Phuwin and Thiar fighting.

 

"The sweet fish sauce mango that almost got hurt by the dragon," said Phi Fakfang, giving the name and teasing him softly.

 

The drinking circle was becoming lively and full of chatter. The sergeant brought out a delicious white liquor for everyone to try. Clear shot glasses filled the table. The eldest man at the table poured out the clear white liquor and distributed it to everyone, even the silent dragon.

 

"Little Dragon, they say that drinking white liquor will bring good luck."

 

No one spoke of the terrible things that had happened, not even the name of Saming was mentioned, leaving it as a vague memory, not wanting to relive the bad things in life.

 

"Little Dragon drinks with the Sword Tri."

 

The dragon accepted the glass resignedly, raised it to his lips, and downed it in one gulp. Cheers erupted from the crowd when he saw that he could drink. The sergeant quickly poured him some more, but before he could give it to the person he was originally supposed to, Thiartha reached out to stop him.

 

"This glass is better for me, Sergeant Major." His sharp gaze met the person sitting opposite him. The gentle face turned to look at him, but he didn't say anything.

 

"The blood is strong, Inspector Thiar," Sergeant Major laughed, raised his own glass and took a sip.

 

The non-commissioned officers were starting to get drunk, and Captain Kanin's eyes were also glazed over. The fatigue from the past few days of hard work seemed to have been forgotten. Only Thiartha's eyes could secretly glance at Mangkorn from time to time.

 

"What's wrong with Thiar and Khun Belle? Are you back together?" When alcohol enters the mouth of a drunk person, anything can be said. The voice of Captain Kanin Grim began to ask, and the whole group fell silent for a moment, waiting to hear the answer.

 

"Belle is getting married."

 

"Oh, you're heartbroken," Kanin laughed, patting his friend's shoulder with his large hand.

 

“Why am I heartbroken? I don’t like Belle.”

 

The answer caused many to look at each other with suspicion, but before they could ask anything, Thiartha glanced at the dragon. His sapphire eyes reflected meaning.

 

I don't want to misunderstand.

"And does Inspector Thiar have a girlfriend?" Sergeant Major teased.

 

"I don't like girls anymore."

 

The whole group fell silent, some with their mouths wide open. Kanin, who seemed to have guessed what they would say next, quickly interjected.

 

"That Thiar, man!"

 

The laughter returned, but only one person in the group lowered his head slightly, as if the words had struck him hard. Mangkorn hurriedly drank the cold water in front of him, secretly avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Inspector Thiar, who seemed to be staring at him intently. Don't play with my heart again. But would you dislike someone like that? Boys say they dislike flat-chested girls more than big-chested girls. Huh?

 

All parties must come to an end. High-proof white liquor made many people drunk. Even the stubborn Phuwin had to give up. The contestants had to withdraw and go to sleep.

 

"Where will Inspector Thiar sleep tonight?" Sergeant Major asked curiously.

 

"You go sleep with the dragon, Thiar. “My sergeant wants to sleep with you.

 

Kanin, who was completely drunk, still tried to offer his idea with determination to help his friend achieve his goal. However, Phuwin interrupted him loudly. No matter what, he would not give in.

 

“I have a spare room at my house. You can go to sleep at my house.”

 

"Brother Phu," Lukphlab pinched his husband's side and gave him a stern look. He knew he was still angry, but they should give each other a chance to talk.

 

"Oh, it's fine. I'll just sleep around here..." Not yet. I don't want to bother you if the dragon isn't ready yet. "Driving out is dangerous, Inspector."

 

"It's okay, Nong Phlab."

 

The owner of the light-coloured eyes who had been quietly listening to the conversation swept his gaze over the two police officers before sighing heavily. He was too sleepy to prolong the conversation, and he wasn't heartless enough to let a drunk person drive off like that.

 

“Sigh… Okay, you can sleep at my place.”

 

“Really? Thank you, Dragon.”

 

Those words caused Thiartha to smile with joy that he could not contain. The others could only smile broadly, and the night of drinking came to an end.

 

"Good night, little dragon, Inspector Thiar," and Sergeant Major still couldn't help but shout before walking away.

 

The dragon said nothing and walked ahead. The police sergeant's house was not far from Brother Fakfang's house. When he returned, the younger man led the way up to the second floor, followed by a tall man who followed quietly. The owner of the house didn't say anything, suggesting that the other person go take a shower first. However, Inspector Thiar still felt a little uneasy, so he asked the younger man to go take care of his personal business first as well.

 

His sharp eyes moved around the room, secretly examining the slight dragon-like presence. Whether here or there, his ex-wife was well-behaved. However, his eyes caught sight of the brown bear.

 

"See you again."

 

"Is it warm when a dragon hugs you? I'm jealous." What kind of crazy person is jealous of even a bear?

 

I must be going crazy, Thiartha.

 

The young police officer sat there smiling to himself for a short while before he had to go about his business. The warm water that had been pouring over his body helped to lessen the hangover, but his heart was still agitated. The thoughts that had been building up for more than seven days rushed back without stopping. Today, seeing him face-to-face, being close to him, it was like filling his withered heart once again.

 

Happiness was rushing straight to his heart. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, his mind was filled with countless words he wanted to say. But everything came to a halt when he saw the little person sleeping soundly on the bed, his breathing steady.

 

“You must be tired. You were really stubborn today.”

 

A bed was prepared beside him, but the ex-husband didn't pay much attention to it. He slowly and gently lay down, his gaze sharp. He surveyed his soft, round face, his beautiful, tightly closed eyes, his cheeks flushed with the cool air, and his bright, lightly pursed lips.

 

"If you don't come and get us, what will happen to us, Hee?" Thiartha was talking about the incident of falling from the tree that evening and referring to himself as "Brother."

 

Why do you always make me worry?  But it's okay. I'll take it.

 

He could have been more stubborn. He also wanted to discipline the naughty child.

 

The police lieutenant didn't hesitate to pull the blanket up to cover both of their bodies before moving closer and loosely wrapping his strong arms around their slender waists to hug them.

 

“I really miss you.”

 

"I won't let you go anywhere again."

 

Now, Thiartha knew that no matter what, he would never let the person in his arms walk away. No way.