Police in Love

Mangkorn’s belongings were moved from the police quarters to Phiromsom's beautiful mansion. The dragon has no choice; he is forced to surrender.

 

He sat and pondered over what he had agreed to. Was he putting himself in a difficult position? The lady had indeed given him an order to transfer him to Chiang Mai, but if it wasn't him who had agreed to marry Inspector Thiar, no one could force him.

 

Sigh, I didn't think of a dragon.

 

Sighs could be heard from time to time. The person who was organising his things was deep in thought. He had to become a roommate with the police lieutenant. However, luckily, the other person's bedroom wasn't too cramped. There was a walk-in closet divided into zones. Therefore, the visitor didn't feel too guilty about coming in and taking up his personal space.

 

The belongings were neatly arranged to avoid taking up too much space. However, there was still one thing he couldn't figure out: sleeping. Sharing a bed with Inspector Casanova after negotiating since morning, however, was unsuccessful. Thiartha gave the reason that if you sleep on the floor. What if my mother comes in at night?

 

“Mom wants us to act like lovers so much. Please show that we love each other.

 

Does this mean that we love each other? We don't really love each other. How would that show?

 

It's not that I've never been in love since I was born. I had a girlfriend whom I dated for a long time, right up until before I joined the police force. The reason we broke up was that she said he looked like someone with no future. It's just an excuse for someone who wants to find someone better.

 

“Hey, are you done packing yet?” A low voice rang out, snapping the dragon back to his absent-minded state.

 

"I don't have much, Inspector."

 

“Then go take a shower and go to bed. I’m starting to feel sleepy.”

 

The round eyes glanced at the wall clock, which showed exactly 10:00 PM. It was only right that he should be sleepy. The dragon obediently followed suit and put on his pyjamas.

 

Mangkorn walked into the bathroom. From today, he must get used to sleeping in the same room with someone. Okay, just bear with it for six months.

 

Time slowly passed until it was time to go to bed. The light in the room was still on. But before he could turn it off, there were suddenly three knocks on the door. This was followed by the door opening. At that moment, the tall man hurriedly pulled the smaller man's arm onto the bed, but they ended up falling on top of each other.

 

"Sa Inspector!"

 

“Oops, did Mom interrupt?”

 

“Too sweet.”

 

The first image that Parn saw made the corner of her mouth smile upwards with satisfaction. His good son was hugging his wife. Looking at him, he felt truly fond of Mangkorn. Having him move into the house would help develop their relationship in a better direction. Right now, it was still a fake marriage, but she hoped that it would become real one day. After all, she herself was very fond of this daughter-in-law.

 

This is an era that changes with the times. Mothers are modern and do not limit their sons' gender to who they love or like. The beautiful woman who came in almost didn't catch on. They seemed to be all after Thiartha's money and gold. This person is my mother's delight.

 

“Mom, is something wrong? My wife and I are going to bed.”

 

And the word wife directly affected the dragon's little heart. The round, gentle face was suddenly hot with reason.

 

"Oh, you're calling me wife with a straight face. I won't bother you anymore."

 

"Sweet dreams, child."

 

When the door was closed, the embrace from a moment ago was not released, so the white hand had to hit him once to bring him back to his senses, but it was to no avail.

 

"The Inspector can release me now."

 

“Do you want me to let you go, Hee?”

 

"Don't talk so weird. The police lieutenant's mother has already left."

 

"Alright."

 

In truth, Thiartha secretly felt good about the fragrance of his jet-black hair. The faint scent of someone who had just finished bathing was so alluring. Even more so was the waist he had hugged a moment ago: small and delicate like a young woman's, but surprisingly soft and comfortable to hold.

 

"Sergeant, don't cross the line. I'll sleep on the left side."

 

The dragon lifted a long, soft pillow to separate them, marking the boundary between them. However, the old man didn't reply, only making a face of annoyance and raising an eyebrow to indicate understanding, and lay down, stretching slightly.

 

“You'd better be careful not to come and hug me at night.”

 

"Nervous. Who would want to hug you?" The voice replied softly, as if it were muttering to itself. If only someone with good ears could hear it again.

 

“You were secretly criticising me. I heard it.”

 

“Good night, Inspector. Please turn off the lights.”

 

The wife changes her position, not caring about the teasing man who gives orders. The husband obediently follows. Today is another tiring day, and I am exhausted from a lot of things. In the end, the body just wants to rest. Not sure who will fall asleep first, but the (fake) newlywed couple is slipping into a deep sleep.

 

A new morning has arrived. Soft sunlight filters through the dark curtains into the room. The heat rays hit the skin, making the police sergeant move slightly, but something on the bed was different from last night. The long pillow that was used to mark the boundary had now fallen to some unknown place. At the moment, Mangkorn lay against his husband's strong chest. And then the person who always woke up early slowly opened his eyes.

 

"yeah"

 

A soft groan escaped his throat, but in the next second, his round eyes widened as the hard object his head was resting on wasn't a soft pillow, but...Inspector Thiartha's chest

 

Woe!

 

My heart, which shouldn't have been beating so fast in the morning, was beating wildly to welcome the new day. The first thing I had to do was calm myself down. The smaller person slowly moved back, moving away from me, all the while keeping my eyes focused on the person who was sleeping soundly. I prayed to myself that he wouldn't wake up yet. And I succeeded.

 

That's it, it's over.

 

A proud smile spread across his face; instead of getting up from the bed as usual, he didn't. The dragon secretly let him go. His gaze shifted to scan the handsome face of Thiartha, who was sleeping in front of him. What kind of crazy person is so attractive when he sleeps?

 

Or is this flawless face already determined? A high nose that matches the sharp facial structure, and a prominent jawline that gives the face dimension. Even the tightly closed eyelids and steady breathing radiate a charming, eye-catching effect.

 

“This is really cheating.”

 

The junior police officer felt envious and quickly turned his head away when he realised he had stared too long, and his heart was beating wildly for no reason. Even though he told himself to stop, he secretly glanced again and muttered softly.

 

“I really can’t handle it. He’s too handsome.”

 

Breakfast was neatly prepared on a long wooden table. The aroma of hot rice porridge and freshly baked toast was wafting over. The dragon who had come down first was invited to sit by his father. Thiartha, who had followed him down, looked a little dazed. He was usually not one to eat breakfast, but today he couldn't avoid it.

 

"Ta Thiar, little dragon, come eat breakfast first."

 

"Then Thiar will go to work with Nong."

 

“Yes, mother.”

 

The two sat down at the dining table together, the silence only audible as plates were struck. However, the mother's eagle eyes noticed something unusual on the empty ring fingers of their left hands.

 

"Where's the ring, Brother Thiar? Brother Mangkorn," she said with a soft tone, but it contained a certain feeling that sent a chill down the spine of the listener.

 

Thiartha immediately froze, the chopsticks in his hand stopping in mid-air. His sharp eyes glanced at his mother before shifting their gaze to the dragon sitting stiffly beside her.

 

"Uh, it's..."

 

"There's no need to wear it, Mom," the older one quickly interjected. There's no need to lie. There really isn't any need to wear it.

 

“If you don’t wear a ring like this, how can ghosts believe you’re married?”

 

The silent dragon was startled. The lady's words made him exclaim in his mind, "Oh... what the hell is this!" He glanced at the police officer beside him, who looked like he was going crazy.

 

Immediately, "Mom..." Thiartha tried to explain, but was cut off.

 

"No, but go get them both and wear them right now!" The father's command resounded like a proclamation. In the end, no one dared to object.

 

The exchange of wedding rings takes place only inside the home, a restriction imposed by Thiartha. As soon as they step out of the door, the rings disappear from the ring fingers of both of their left hands as if they were nonexistent.

 

“We only wear rings when we’re at home, understand?”

"Don't wear it when you go outside."

 

It is a branch request, a command of Thiartha.

 

Today's work seems especially lively. The topic of Ranaphop It became a big issue. The Superintendent of Chiang Mai City Police Station assigned other police officers to continue investigating the cause. As for Thiartha, he had another case that was even more important.

 

"Dragon, come and work in my room today."

 

"Ms Praewa would like to see you, Inspector."

 

"Praewa?" Who is it? The sapphire-black eyes shone with doubt, trying to remember.

 

"She said she was the police lieutenant's special person." Then Thiar immediately understood. It was the woman he had had an affair with before going to work in Mae Sai.

 

The handsome man looked at the dragon before walking over and whispering in his ear so that only the two of them could hear.

 

"Would you please put the ring on?"

 

"Yes?"

 

“Consider it helping me.”

 

"Let her come in," the young police officer turned to answer the female employee who was waiting.

 

Although he didn't understand much, the younger one obediently followed. After three minutes, a woman walked in. Her face was as beautiful as a celebrity's, and she was dressed to accentuate her figure, especially her prominent chest.

 

These are the specs of a police officer, right? White, beautiful, Chinese, big breasts like this.

 

"Brother Thiar, why aren't you answering Praewa? Praewa misses you." When she got close, the woman clung tightly to Thiar's arm.

"I have to apologise to Praewan, but my wife is protective a lot."

 

"Who's wife?"

 

The word "wife" was spoken with a full mouth, along with a strong hand that removed the young woman's hand. Before walking in, he grabbed the dragon's slender waist and moved his hand to hold the smaller hand, then lifted it to show the couple's ring.

 

"This one. We just got married."

 

"Brother Thiar, don't tease Praewa like this. Stop joking, please." The beautiful woman laughed a little, still not believing what she saw. Brother Thiar, you're going to marry a man?

 

"I'm not kidding. Don't you believe me?"

 

Mangkorn’s clear cheeks were immediately pressed against the thin lips. If it was so fragrant that his husband in name could not resist, he wanted to try it once more, so he kissed his sweet cheeks a second time, causing his light brown eyes to widen.

 

Wide, clear cheeks began to turn a faint red as the dragon realised that it had just turned into wood. Full protection against a police lieutenant is like a guard dog.

 

It's going to be too much.

 

The little one didn't hesitate to react, automatically raising his hand to pinch the older one's back, and then pretending to smile brightly, acting out the situation.

 

"My husband always shows his love like this. I'm sorry."

 

The young woman stood there in shock, her lips hanging open.

 

The air was filled with disbelief, before letting out a high-pitched shriek. 

“Squeal! It’s not true, is it, P’Thiar?

 

"That's right, Praewa."

“I can’t accept it. I can’t accept it. How could you like a guy?”

 

"I'm okay with any gender, Praewa."

With that, there was no need to ask any further. Praewa slammed her high heels onto the floor and hurriedly walked out of the room. This caused someone to sigh in relief, but they didn't look at the other person's face to see how irritated he was.

 

"Can I punch the police lieutenant?"

 

"Do you want to punch me?"

 

"Yes, one punch will make you sleep well."

 

“Hmm, then you can punch me, but can I kiss you one more time?”

 

Because the scent from a moment ago still lingers at the tip of my nose.

 

With his sly face and charming voice, he couldn't believe this shameless police officer.

 

Let's break up. Can the world end today? Can we end it today?