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  • Story of Yanxi Palace, Chapter 2: Hundred Birds Skirt

       Story of Yanxi Palace, Chapter 2: Hundred Birds Skirt

       Three hours earlier.

    “One comb to the end, wealth and honor without worry.”

    “Two combs to the end, no illness and no anxiety.”

    “Three combs to the end, many sons and long life.”

    “Comb again to the tip, mutual respect and harmony…”

    “Enough.” Wei Yingluo interrupted. “Aunt Jin, look at me right now—do I look like someone who can live in mutual respect and harmony with anyone?”

    On the table lay a gilded bronze mirror with floral patterns. Its bright surface clearly reflected the two people in the room.

    Wei Yingluo was dressed in grand red wedding robes. Her skin was like light snow brushed by the wind, her cheeks like rouge evenly applied by the sunset. Especially that single dot of vermilion on her lips—vivid and dazzling. Any young man who obtained such a bride would surely be wild with joy.

    But which bride would be wrapped, layer upon layer, inside and outside her wedding dress, bound tightly with hemp rope in circle after circle?

    It looked less like she was getting married and more like she was about to be thrown into the river as a sacrifice to the Dragon King, in exchange for the peace and abundant harvest of an entire clan or village.

    “Aunt Jin,” Wei Yingluo said calmly, “tell me more about things in the palace.”

    “At a time like this, why are you still asking about those things?” The middle-aged woman standing behind her sighed. While continuing to comb her hair, she advised, “Wouldn’t it be better to settle down and get married? I’ve inquired for you. Although the groom’s family is only average, he’s an honest man. If I had had a choice back then, I would have preferred to marry someone like that rather than enter the palace as a palace maid, wasting years, watching my beauty fade, until I left the palace having only seen His Majesty once.”

    Wei Yingluo was silent for a moment before asking softly, “What kind of person is His Majesty?”

    “I don’t know.” Aunt Jin gave a helpless smile. “From beginning to end I was kneeling. I only saw His Majesty’s dragon boots—I didn’t dare lift my head to look at his dragon face.”

    “You didn’t see with your eyes, but surely you heard with your ears?” Wei Yingluo said. “Aunt Jin, how do people in the palace describe him? Do you still remember?”

    Aunt Jin thought for a moment and smiled. “Anyone who can’t control their mouth never even gets the chance to see His Majesty’s dragon boots. Alright, alright, don’t frown—you’ll get wrinkles. Let me tell you something I saw with my own eyes.”

    “Go on,” Wei Yingluo immediately assumed an attentive listening posture. “I’m listening.”

    “It was about four years ago. A certain noble lady died,” Aunt Jin said slowly, “because of a skirt…”

    As she spoke, the red tiles and green bricks of the Forbidden City gradually rose before Wei Yingluo’s eyes—layer upon layer, just like the ropes binding her body, firmly locking her inside a cage called the rear palace.

       Women came and went, each one either a beauty who could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, or one who could outshine the moon and put flowers to shame. Each had her own distinctive charm, her own unique allure; anywhere else, any one of them would be a celebrated flower. But gathered here together, they all vied to outshine one another—after all, this was a garden bursting with spring colors, yet there was only one person to admire the blossoms: His Majesty the Emperor.

       However, flowers bloom and flowers wither.

       “Ah!!”

       A sharp scream drew a crowd of onlookers, among them Jin.

       Pushing her way through the people to see, even Jin couldn’t help but cover her mouth with both hands and let out a small, stifled cry.

       Ahead was a well that the palace maids frequently visited to draw water for their mistresses to wash with.

       Now, when someone leaned over the mouth of the well, what met their eyes was the floating corpse of a woman.

       “…Her face has been soaked in well water until it’s swollen and pale white; it’s impossible to recognize what she originally looked like,” Jin said in a low, grave voice. “But I recognize the clothes she’s wearing. That’s a Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix skirt. The one who died is Noble Lady Yun from the Orchid Pavilion.”

    It was clearly a festive day—outside the gates came intermittent sounds of firecrackers and cheerful congratulations—but Wei Yingluo felt a chill creep over her body.

    A cold current seemed to ride on Jin’s voice, passing through the woman in the well water, seeping into her very bones.

    Wei Yingluo swallowed hard. “Why did she throw herself into the well?”

    “It’s because of the skirt she was wearing,” Jin murmured. “That skirt was truly beautiful. Even now I still remember how she looked walking through the Imperial Garden in it—radiant and shimmering, as if the sunlight had gathered upon her body, or perhaps the light was scattering from her…”

    She paused, then gave a wry, self-mocking laugh. “But when the Emperor saw it, he flew into a rage. Right in front of everyone, he scolded her until she couldn’t lift her head.”

    This answer was somewhat beyond Wei Yingluo’s expectations. She froze for a moment before asking, “The Emperor doesn’t like beautiful women?”

    “There isn’t a man in the world who doesn’t like beautiful women,” Jin said, shaking her head. “The Emperor did like her—otherwise he wouldn’t have favored her twice and then promoted this common-born Han girl straight to a noble lady. She was simply too greedy, wanted too much, and went too far.”

    “But it was only a skirt…” Wei Yingluo still didn’t quite understand.

    “What the Emperor disliked was precisely that skirt,” Jin said gravely. “It was an imitation of the Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix skirt worn by Princess Anle of the Tang Dynasty—extremely expensive and took a very long time to make. The palace upholds frugality; even Her Majesty the Empress would never have such extravagant clothing made. That’s why the Emperor accused her of wearing bizarre and gaudy attire to curry favor, and on the spot he demoted her rank and reduced her to a palace maid.”

    “So that’s how it was…” Wei Yingluo murmured, gaining her first faint understanding of that lofty, supreme sovereign she had never met.

    That exalted Emperor liked beautiful women—and at the same time feared beautiful women.

       He did not seem particularly concerned with a woman’s family background or origins; a common-born Han palace maid could still be elevated by him to Noble Lady. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say he actually preferred women like this—women without powerful backing, clean and pure, with only him in their hearts, rather than the interests of an entire clan behind them.

       He did not hate the Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix skirt itself; he hated what lurked behind it—ambition.

       “One misstep in the palace means eternal damnation. Even to this day, I still don’t know whether Noble Lady Yun threw herself into the well because she couldn’t bear the Emperor’s reprimand and lost her nerve in the moment, or whether someone used the incident as an excuse to send her on her way,” Jin advised once more. “So, Yingluo, you should just marry well and forget about anything to do with the palace—and about your sister…”

    “Aunt Jin.” Wei Yingluo suddenly interrupted her, then slowly turned her head.

    Her eyes were deep and dark, like two bottomless wells. One glance was enough to make Jin shiver. For a moment, she seemed to be transported back six years—to when she stood beside that other well, cold air and the stench of death drifting out from its mouth, everything blanketed in snow-white desolation.

    Right now, Wei Yingluo’s gaze was exactly like that well.

    “Did you do the thing I asked you to do before?” Wei Yingluo asked, staring straight at her.

    Overwhelmed by that gaze, Jin involuntarily nodded.

    “Good.” Wei Yingluo smiled coyishly, retracting the terrifying aura that had emanated from her. In the blink of an eye she was once again a delicate, charming bride-to-be.

    Yet a cold sweat broke out across Jin’s back.

    She seemed to finally understand why the Wei family had so strongly opposed Wei Yingluo entering the palace.

    And now she even felt a twinge of regret for having helped her do that thing.

    If a woman like this were to enter the palace…

    “Aunt Jin,” Wei Yingluo suddenly said, “you don’t regret doing that thing for me, do you?”

    “No, no.” Jin hurriedly denied it, then hesitated for a moment before finally unable to hold back and adding one last piece of advice, “But after what you’ve done… I’m afraid you’ll never be able to return home again…”

    Before she could finish, the door creaked open. Wei Qingtai pushed it wide: “The auspicious hour is almost here. Is everything ready?”

    “Master,” Jin turned to look at him, words caught in her throat.

    “Everything’s ready,” Wei Yingluo suddenly spoke up, cutting off whatever Jin had been about to say next.

    In the bronze mirror, the bride—bound tightly with ropes—struggled to her feet. As she turned, her lips drew close to Jin’s ear and she whispered softly:

    “The things my mother left for me and my sister—I’ve already put them all inside the wedding-cake boxes. Let Little Qiao’er take them back and eat them.”

    Little Qiao’er was Jin’s goddaughter, the apple of her eye, her whole world.

    “Miss…” Jin was stunned.

    “It’s just a pity that once I leave, who knows when I’ll ever come back. I’m afraid I won’t live to see the day Little Qiao’er gets married.” Wei Yingluo gave a light laugh. “So let me wish her in advance here: may she marry into a good family, live without illness or worry, have many children, and enjoy a long life.”

    Among the things their late mother had left for the Wei Yingluo sisters—aside from those that had already been taken away—were a pair of jade bracelets, a qilin pendant necklace, a pair of agate peony earrings, and two pure-gold hairpins.

    “Miss…” Jin’s face showed deep emotion.

    She was not greedy for wealth; she was only worried about her goddaughter’s future.

    The years in the palace had worn away Jin’s youth. The mistress she had once served had never been favored, and so had no power to reward her attendants generously. Jin had saved very little money during those years. When she finally left the palace and returned to her natal family, she discovered that the childhood betrothal arranged for her had long since fallen through—the man had grown tired of waiting and married someone else. By now their child was already as tall as her knee…

    Rather than going to someone else’s house as a lowly concubine, she preferred to live alone in peace and quiet. A few years later she had taken in an orphaned girl to raise as her own, pouring all her love and effort into that child. She wanted Little Qiao’er to eat well, dress well, and marry well—and all of that required money…

    “To tell you the truth, I’m very envious of Little Qiao’er,” Wei Yingluo lowered her head, her voice growing softer and softer. “If my mother were still alive, if my sister were still alive, they would surely protect me the way you protect Little Qiao’er. They would never truss me up like this and force me, crying, onto the bridal sedan…”

    As soon as the words left her mouth, a string of teardrops fell, pattering and shattering on the floor.

    Jin let out a long, deep sigh. She knew she had been moved, though she wasn’t sure whether it was that single tear or Wei Yingluo’s words that had touched her.

    And so she no longer regretted helping Wei Yingluo do that thing.

    “Miss.” A maid came over carrying a wooden tray. Jin picked up the red bridal veil from the tray and gently placed it over Wei Yingluo’s phoenix crown. With deep meaning in her voice she said, “Don’t cry anymore. You… will surely get what you wish for.”

    With those words, beneath the red veil, lips painted vermilion curved upward in a smile that looked very much like certain victory.

    “The auspicious hour has arrived—lift the sedan!”

    One hour later, the wedding procession passed through Changping Street. Teahouses lined both sides, and people on the upper floors abandoned their melon seeds and tea to lean over the railings and stare down, watching the long line of crimson wedding procession slowly advance amid the crackling explosions of firecrackers.

    Thump.

    Thump.

    Thump.

    A pedestrian standing relatively close to the bridal sedan couldn’t help but frown in confusion: “What’s that sound? Thump, thump, thump…”

    It wasn’t his imagination. After he spoke, the person beside him also said, “You heard it too? I heard it—thump, thump, thump, some weird noise… it seems to be coming from inside the sedan chair?”

    The stranger something is, the more it draws eyes. More and more passersby crowded over. A few particularly bold ruffians even pushed through the throng and reached out to shove open the sedan door.

    “What are you doing?” Wei Qingtai’s face turned livid with rage. He strode over with the household servants to drive the intruder away. “Get lost, get lost! Where did this vagrant come from, daring to barge into the bride’s sedan chair? Believe me, I’ll drag you to the authorities!”

    Thump.

    Thump.

    Thump.

    The strange sounds kept coming from behind him. Wei Qingtai couldn’t help but turn his head, lowering his voice toward the person inside the sedan: “What the hell are you up to?”

    The thumping paused for a moment, then came a far louder crash than before—BOOM!

    The sedan door was suddenly smashed open from the inside, and a bride bound hand and foot tumbled out.

    “Ah!”

    “Blood—so much blood!”

    “Mama, there’s so much blood on her head!”

    Blood, of course.

    Wei Yingluo slowly raised her head. Fresh blood streamed continuously down her forehead, staining that delicate, peach-blossom face. Those thumping sounds had been her slamming against the door. With what? Her body was trussed up tightly, hands tied behind her back—so naturally, she could only use her forehead.

    Even if it meant splitting her head open and bleeding like a ghost, she had no regrets.

    The timing was about right.

    Ever since she had been forced into the sedan, Wei Yingluo had been silently counting the time. Half an hour after departure, they were on Hongyan Street. One full hour, they were on Changping Street…

    At this hour, at this place, Jin should already have brought the people here.

    Her gaze swept across the crowd and finally settled in one direction.

    While her eyes were searching the surroundings, the murmurs and discussions around her never stopped.

    “Oh my, look—she’s still tied up with ropes!”

    “What a sin. Who treats a daughter like this?”

    “This isn’t marrying off a daughter—this looks more like selling one!”

    “What selling? Don’t talk nonsense. The sedan was just too bumpy and she knocked her head, that’s all.” Wei Qingtai’s face was ashen. While desperately trying to calm the situation, he waved urgently at the groom. “What are you standing there gawking for? Hurry up and help her up!”

    The groom, with a red embroidered ball hanging on his chest, hurriedly dismounted. Just as he reached to lift Wei Yingluo, she turned her head and barked at him fiercely:

    “Do you know that our Wei family are bondservants of the Imperial Household Department? My name is still on the palace maid selection roster! If you force a marriage on a candidate palace maid, not only will your own head roll—you’ll drag your entire family down with you!”

    The groom was terrified. He immediately let go, letting Wei Yingluo fall back to the ground. He didn’t try to help her again; instead he retreated several steps as if avoiding a venomous snake or scorpion, then looked toward Wei Qingtai in panic: “What’s going on? Didn’t you say she had been removed from the list?”

    Wei Qingtai shot Wei Yingluo a vicious glare, then racked his brains for an explanation:

    “Look at how deranged and crazy she looks—of course she was removed…”

    From behind came a soft chuckle, followed by Wei Yingluo’s gentle voice:

    “Lord Banner Captain, do I really look like a madwoman to you?”

    Banner Captain?

    Wei Qingtai was stunned. He watched as the crowd in front parted to both sides, and the Banner Captain of the Bordered Yellow Banner—the official in charge of overseeing the palace maid selections—strode forward with an icy expression.

    “Wei Qingtai!” His face was cold as frost as he pointed at Wei Yingluo. “What exactly is going on here?”

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  • Story of Yanxi Palace, Chapter 1: Splitting the Coffin

       Story of Yanxi Palace, Chapter 1: Splitting the Coffin

    The door of the charity mortuary was pushed open, and a paper lantern was thrust in from outside.

    The lantern brought with it a pair of feet.

    Looking closely at those bow shoes—delicately curved like three-inch lotuses, white soles embroidered with twin lotus flowers—they walked slowly among the rows of coffins, pausing here and there, until finally stopping in front of a thin, shabby one.

    “Look at what kind of people are here,” came a choked voice. “Strangers who died far from home, paupers with no money for burial, murdered prostitutes… Sister, how could you and I meet again in a place like this?”

    Life as thin as paper—so even in death, there was not even a decent thick coffin.

    The dilapidated charity mortuary held row after row of drafty, thin coffins. Still, better than nothing—better than just a straw mat, at least this way the body wouldn’t be eaten by insects and rats before burial.

    “They all say you don’t deserve to be buried in the ancestral grave, that you can only lie here with these people.” A pallid hand rested on the coffin lid, gently tracing it for a moment before murmuring, “I don’t believe what they say, sister. I want you to tell me the truth yourself…”

    Bang!

    Chaotic footsteps approached from afar, and then the mortuary door was violently shoved open.

    What met their eyes was a raised axe.

    “Yingluo! Stop!” a middle-aged man cried out in alarm.

    Bang!

    The axe came down without hesitation, cleaving open the coffin in front of her.

    “You—what are you doing?!” The middle-aged man stood stunned for a long moment before his lips trembled. “This… this is your sister’s coffin…”

    A woman in white stood with her back to him, back to everyone.

    She casually let the axe fall from her hand, then bent down and carefully lifted the person inside the coffin, supporting her.

    “First they told me my sister died of illness, then they said she did something shameful in the palace and killed herself because she couldn’t face anyone… Look.” She slowly turned around and gave everyone a faint, eerie smile.

    The woman from the coffin now rested against her shoulder. Around her neck was faintly visible the mark of a pair of black butterflies.

    Only upon closer inspection did she realize they were bruises left by two large hands. The spread-open hands resembled a pair of black wings, silently proclaiming a death named murder.

    “Have you all seen it?” The woman in white—Wei Yingluo—embraced the woman in the coffin and smiled at the crowd, as if she had finally uncovered the truth and wished she could announce it to the entire world at once, wished she could immediately clear her sister’s name for all to hear. “Look at the handprints on her neck. Tell me—how exactly is a person supposed to strangle herself to death?”

    No one could answer her question.

    No one even dared to meet their eyes.

    Two faces that were almost identical.

    Wei Yingluo and Wei Yingning—because of their exquisite beauty and lotus-pure grace—were known as the Twin Lotuses of the Wei clan.

    Now one lotus was dead, one lived. The one in the coffin, somehow still retaining almost all of her former loveliness even in death—perhaps thanks to some miraculous elixir she had taken while alive—wore the same clothes she had on when she left the palace. She leaned softly and weakly against her younger sister’s shoulder, wearing that half-smile that made her look almost alive.

    Yet the living one had eyes like a corpse. Her pitch-black and stark-white pupils stared so intently that everyone felt a chill crawl over their skin.

    “Could it be that a vengeful ghost took possession of her sister’s body to demand justice?” More than one person secretly thought so.

    “Father.” Wei Yingluo’s gaze swept across the crowd and finally settled on the middle-aged man’s face. The smile disappeared from her lips. “Who is the murderer who killed my sister?”

    “It’s…” The middle-aged man seemed about to say something, but after a brief hesitation he gritted his teeth and said, “What murderer? She committed suicide!”

    At that moment the others finally came back to their senses and began talking over one another.

    “That’s right, she killed herself.”

    “A woman expelled from the palace, unchaste and unclean—if she didn’t kill herself, would the whole clan have to suffer disgrace along with her?”

    “She died well, died well!”

    “Your elder sister had no virtue, and this younger one isn’t much better—daring to split open a coffin like this. Wei Qingtai, what a fine job you’ve done raising them!”

    Hearing this, the middle-aged man—Wei Qingtai—stiffened. He hurriedly stepped forward to Wei Yingluo, raised his hand, and slapped her hard across the face.

    “It’s all my fault—I failed to discipline them properly!” After the slap, he groveled toward the crowd while simultaneously slapping the back of Wei Yingluo’s head. “Hurry up and kneel! Kowtow and apologize to all your uncles and elders!”

    When she didn’t react, he slapped the back of her head again, harder. “Kneel!”

    But Wei Yingluo stood rigid like a stalk of bamboo, refusing to bend, refusing to kneel, simply standing there motionless.

    “Kneel!” Under so many watching eyes, Wei Qingtai felt his face burning with humiliation. In a rage he lifted his foot and kicked the back of her knee. “Are you deaf?”

    Wei Yingluo was kicked down to her knees, but she quickly climbed back up.

    “Father, all you know how to do is make me kneel.” One hand braced against the ground, the other supporting her sister, she slowly rose. Jet-black hair fell down both sides of her face, hiding her expression at that moment. Only her voice came out, cold as a winter spring. “But do you know? I knelt to Wei Ruhua, and she still stole the hairpin Mother left me before she died. I knelt to Wei Xuedong, and he still disregarded that we are cousins and tried to touch me inappropriately… It was my sister who got the hairpin back for me. It was my sister who drove Wei Xuedong away…”

    “…It’s just a hairpin, isn’t it?” Wei Qingtai frowned. “Gold-plated, worth almost nothing. No need to ruin your cousinly relationship over something so trivial. And Xuedong… he was only joking. Your sister took it too seriously and even broke his head open.”

    “…So you knew all along.” Wei Yingluo slowly turned her face toward him. On that face—pure and lotus-like—were a pair of wet, tear-filled eyes. The teardrops hung trembling at the tips of her lashes, like dew on flower petals, heartbreakingly beautiful. “You knew everything, yet you still wanted me and my sister to kneel and apologize to them.”

    The one who was robbed was her.

       The one forced to kowtow and apologize was still her.

       The one who was molested was her.

       The one forced to kowtow and apologize was still her.

       “I did it all for your own good,” Wei Qingtai said stiffly. “Do we really have to make a big deal out of such a small matter…”

    A small matter?

    “No, the only one who’s ever been good to me is my sister!” Wei Yingluo sneered coldly, cutting him off. “Let me tell you—I’ve been waiting for my sister to come back all this time. Before she entered the palace, she promised me that she would definitely return. She said she would take me away from this Wei family, away from you, to a new place, to start a new life, so that I would never again have to kneel to anyone for no reason…”

    “The palace is a place where you have to kneel at any moment, anywhere!” This time it was Wei Qingtai who interrupted her.

    The imperial palace.

       Once you enter the palace gates, it’s like stepping into an abyss as deep as the sea. Just as mountains have their heights and waters their depths, the women in the palace are divided into those who stand and those who kneel.

       The Wei family was hardly some grand noble clan—just a bondservant household. No matter how peerlessly beautiful his sister was, once she entered the palace she could only begin by serving others—which is to say, she began by kowtowing to others.

       “Kowtowing to someone is still kowtowing. Might as well choose just one person and only ever kowtow to him.”

    That “him”—was it a man… or was it a “her”?

    Two different worlds inside and outside the palace. Wei Yingluo had no idea what her sister’s circumstances were inside the palace, nor did she know to whom her sister had chosen to kowtow. She only knew that her sister had entered in the season of warm spring and blooming flowers, and had returned cold as ice.

    And along with her came the black handprint around her neck.

    The owner of that handprint… who exactly was it?

       “…I’m going to enter the palace.” Wei Yingluo closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, there was an unyielding determination in her gaze. “Since you won’t tell me who the murderer is, fine. I’ll go into the palace myself and find out the truth, clear as day!”

    “Nonsense!” Wei Qingtai was so furious his beard trembled. “Are you determined to follow in your sister’s footsteps and meet the same end?”

    Wei Yingluo reflexively glanced at the shoulder she was leaning against—her sister.

    From childhood, her sister had always been smarter, more resourceful, and braver than her.

    By comparison, she had only ever been the little shadow who hid behind her sister, always needing her protection.

    If even her sister could not survive in the palace, then what about her? Could she possibly live to the end, uncover the truth… and ultimately avenge her sister?

    “…Enough. This matter ends here.” Wei Qingtai softened his tone somewhat and reached out toward Wei Yingning, who was resting against Wei Yingluo’s shoulder. “Let your sister rest in peace.”

    Rest in peace?

       Just as Wei Qingtai’s hand was about to touch her, a sudden, piercing scream erupted inside the mourning hall—shrill, bone-deep, as if someone had plunged a knife into their chest and brutally ripped it out.

       “Aaaah—”

    Several members of the Wei clan felt their scalps go numb. They instinctively raised their hands to cover their ears, terrified that if they didn’t, blood would pour into their heads along with that scream.

    Wei Qingtai, being closest, stumbled back several steps in fright. Then he stared at Wei Yingluo, who had let out that long, terrible wail, and stammered:

    “Y-you… what’s wrong with you now?”

    “Rest in peace? She can’t rest in peace…” Wei Yingluo clutched her sister’s ice-cold body—already beginning to give off the faint stench of decay. Her voice was hoarse after the scream, and she wept as she spoke. “Sister can’t rest in peace… and neither can I…”

    In front of everyone, she cried and screamed, repeating the same words over and over.

    “I’m going into the palace.” Wei Yingluo sobbed and shouted. “I must take revenge… so she can rest in peace… so I can rest in peace.”

    Since they were twin lotus flowers growing from the same stem, they were born together and should die together.

    You have already departed. Even though I still breathe, I am nothing more than a walking corpse slowly rotting away.

    Only when you are finally at peace can I too find peace.

    “Madness, pure madness! Rather than letting you enter the palace in this deranged state and bring disaster upon the whole clan, it would be better to…” An elderly member of the Wei clan stepped close to Wei Qingtai, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered something into his ear.

    Wei Qingtai’s expression was complicated. After listening to the end, he finally let out a soft sigh and nodded gently.

    Immediately afterward, several figures arrived beside Wei Yingluo.

    She raised her head and looked at them somewhat blankly. “What do you want to do?”

    Several large hands reached toward her at the same time.

    Several days later.

    A wine flag fluttered in the wind. Fresh white liquor was poured into new cups, accompanied by several small plates of appetizers. One person was drinking alone when he suddenly said, “Whose family is marrying off a daughter down there?”

    Several drinkers leaned half against the railing, looking down at the street from above. On the long street, a grand red wedding procession slowly advanced amid the crackling of firecrackers.

    Atop a tall, sturdy horse sat a groom beaming with pride.

    Behind him followed a small flower sedan chair.

    A gust of wind lifted the curtain. One of the drinkers let out a surprised sound and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

    “What’s wrong? Wind in your eyes?” the person next to him asked.

    “Probably drank too much—seeing things.” The drinker lowered his hand, looking a bit dazed. “Just now when the curtain blew open a little, I saw the bride… she was tied up with five-flowered rope.”

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 5: Dreams Foretelling Events

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 5: Dreams Foretelling Events

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 5: Dreams Foretelling Events

    “Chief, we haven’t found the suspect.”

       “I’ll go around the back.”

       “Roger that.” The young officer watched the director’s back. It’s not often you see someone of his rank on the ground. The admiration in his eyes grew, especially since it was a drug dealer bust.

       Singha walked along the zinc building to the back, holding his gun in a standard grip before stopping when he heard footsteps approaching. As soon as he saw the suspect peek around the corner, Singha swiftly kicked the black gun away.

       The suspect threw a punch, but Singha managed to deflect it in time. He struck the suspect’s face before pulling out his handcuffs.

       “You have rights-”

       Thwack!!

       Before he could finish his sentence, the other guy swung his arm, landing a solid punch on Singha’s right cheek. The numbness and the taste of blood didn’t faze the young cop; he just spat out the bloody saliva and looked up at the terrified drug dealer.

       “Damn it.” Normally, he should read the criminal his rights before arresting him, but if the guy was knocked out cold, that wouldn’t be necessary.

       A swift kick to the chest sent the criminal sprawling before he could continue, but just as he was about to kick the man again, the dealer managed to grab his gun…

       BANG!!!!

       “Phii Singha!!” Thup jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

    He had just returned from dealing with some photos at the studio. After starting some chores, he dozed off on the sofa. The dream, vivid and terrifying, made Thup’s heart race. He grabbed his phone to call the first number saved, but there was no answer, increasing his worry.

    “Phii Singha, please pick up, please!” The young man paced anxiously. Today was their seventh anniversary, and Thup didn’t want to think about any superstitions or tales.

    The seven-year curse, believed by many to mark a change for long-term couples. Though there were no warnings, when it hit, smooth-sailing love could suddenly hit turbulence. Some fell out of love, some broke up, some departed… and some died.

    Thup decided to call Darin instead, since the older man wasn’t answering. Last night, he remembered Singha mentioning he’d be back in the evening after dealing with the drug case. Thinking about those words only heightened Thup’s anxiety. It was like his dream, especially since the last time he had a dream like this, it turned out to be true, when he encountered a murder case in the forest.

    [What’s up, Thup?]

       “Phii Rin, is Phii Singha with you? Is Phii Singha at the station?”

    [Singha went out on a case, it should be sorted by now.]

       “I can’t reach Phii Singha at all.”

    [Then I’ll go ask the lieutenants.]

       Thup waited anxiously. He glanced at the gifts and a large bouquet of white roses on the table, prepared for tonight, and his eyes welled up.

    If something happened to Phii Singha, what would he do…

    [Hello, is Thup still there?]

       “Yes.”

    [Well… Singha is in the hospital…]

       The phone fell from his hand due to gravity. Thup felt his legs weaken; he tried to breathe, tears streaming down his face, something stuck in his throat.

    Gathering his strength, he stood up, grabbed his wallet, and walked out to call a taxi at the village entrance. Driving himself now would be disastrous. During the ride, Thup kept staring at his clenched, bloodless hands. He questioned why this was happening, how he would cope. Negative thoughts overwhelmed him so much he didn’t notice the taxi had stopped at the hospital.

    The young man ran into the hospital in tears, dashing aimlessly, not knowing whom to ask, unsure if he could bear the truth. As he ran, a voice called out from behind, making him freeze.

    “Thup!!” The young man stiffened, afraid to turn around. If he turned and it wasn’t really Singha, what then? “What are you doing here, and why are you barefoot?”

    “Phii Singha…” Thup turned around, face covered in tears, shocking the older man into running towards him. “Phii Singha, sob…”

    “What’s wrong?! Are you hurt somewhere, Thup?!” Warm hands cupped Thup’s face, and just like that, the young man burst into tears before collapsing to his knees, “Thup!!”

    “You are really warm, still warm.” he sobbed.

    “I’m here, don’t cry, be a good boy.” Singha had no idea what was wrong with the boy in front of him. He saw Thup dash by, looking distressed, so he called him over. Seeing the state he was in and how hard he was crying, Singha was even more worried. He embraced his loved one, stroking his soft hair and back to comfort him, unabashed by onlookers.

    After nearly half an hour, Thup calmed down and fell asleep from exhaustion. He sat in a hospital chair outside the operating room because there weren’t many people around, and he had to wait for the doctor to update him on the condition of the assailant. His large hand still held Thup’s slender one, and his shoulder also served as a pillow for Thup.

    “Singha, wheeze, where, where is Nong Thup?” Darin ran over, out of breath, unable to speak properly. Behind her, a beautiful lawyer with jet-black hair in a suit followed. His sharp, slightly haughty face matched his tall, dignified posture. He gently rubbed Darin’s back and handed her water.

    “He’s asleep. No idea what’s wrong.”

    “Little Phii, wheeze, he called me.”

    “Drink first, Rin, then talk.” she said calmly with concern, pushing Darin to sit next to Singha.

    “I told you I was in a hurry.” Darin complained to his girlfriend.

    “I know, I know, stop whining and drink.” Tatcha, the capable lawyer, replied, soothing Darin’s back after they met during a case where Darin had to testify as a medical witness.

    “See, Singha, he called me earlier, asked where you were, but his voice was short and he sounded worried. When I said you were at the hospital, he hung up. I thought he must have misunderstood.”

    “Yeah, probably. I saw him running around without shoes, crying.”

    “Sorry, man. Didn’t think he’d get so scared. Just wanted to tell you that you brought the assailant to the hospital, but I didn’t get the chance.”

    “Yeah, no problem then. And where were you?”

    “Waiting for Tatcha at the station, we were about to go out for lunch.”

    “Then let’s go, waiting for Thup to wake up and I’ll head back.”

    “What about the criminal?”

    “Singha.” a voice interrupted the conversation, making all three turn to look, “Oh, Merk, what are you doing at the hospital?”

    “Probably here to see the dog-faced woman.”

    “You’re the dog!” Darin retorted immediately, earning a laugh from Merk.

    “I’m here to question a witness in a case. What are you guys doing here?”

    “Singha brought the criminal to get the bullet removed. Here comes the doctor now.” Darin pointed towards the doctor walking out of the door.

    “Oh, hello Phii Singha, Phii Darin.”

    “Am I not a dog?” Merk protested when the kid in front didn’t seem inclined to greet him.

    “In the mouth, right?”

    “Charn, stop whining.”

    “That one’s whining, why didn’t you go back to my room last night?”

    “Because you were probably trying to lure me.”

    Singha rolled his eyes at the two in front who never came to a conclusion on this matter.

    “Are you still arguing about this?” Another newcomer’s voice made Singha wish he could make the sleeping kid disappear right now. “I told you to take turns.”

    “Screw that. Why would I agree to that?” Merk replied before narrowing his eyes at Chan, who was raising his eyebrows, “What are you doing here, Say?”

    “Here to pick up a body for an autopsy.”

    “Isn’t Blue coming?”

    Merk asked before brushing Charn’s hand away.

    “Hold on, I’m just buying some snacks up ahead. So, what are you all doing here?”

    “Let me summarize.” Darin volunteered, standing up and taking a deep breath.

    “Singha brought the criminal for treatment, and the doctor handling the case is Charn. Merk is here for case documents, me and Tatcha are here because of Nong Thup. Nong Thup is here because of Singha, that’s it.”

    “Complicated.” Say commented succinctly after hearing the explanation.

    “Very.” Singha added.

    “Mmm.” The sound from someone who had just woken up silenced everyone instantly, “How’s it going, you dog?”

    “Phii Singha.”

    “Here.” Singha tightened his grip on the hand he was holding, “The guy inside, how is he?”

    “He’s out of danger now, the bullet’s been removed. Currently, he’s been moved to the ICU for recovery.”

    “We’ll have the police guard him.”

    “Have your underlings contact me. And you, following me here, do you know how many hours I waited for you last night with dinner ready?” Charn dragged Merk away by the collar.

    “Ouch, ouch, you little brat.”

    “Then let’s go, it’s almost reservation time.” Tatcha stood up, wrapping his arm around Darin’s waist.

    “Okay, okay, Singha, Say, I’m heading out, apologize to Nong Thup for me.”

    “Mm, go ahead.”

    “Go, go, take the kid home. Check his foot wound too.” Say advised, noticing Thup’s bare feet.

    “Phii Say, Blue brought coffee.” The kid who just walked in handed over a coffee, the owner of the red hair, “Hello, director.”

    “Mm, then I’ll take Thup back, you handle everything here.”

    “Alright.”

    “Uh.”

    Singha led the quiet kid by the hand into the car and drove straight home. The entire way was unusually silent, but he chose not to ask until they reached Singha’s house, where he walked in.

    After settling Thup on the sofa, he went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of water and a clean cloth. He knelt in front of Thup, soaking his fair feet in the water, gently rubbing them clean, only to find blood seeping from the sole.

    “Phii Singha.”

    “Why did you go out without shoes? You’re hurt now.”

    “I dreamed…” Thup pulled his vacant gaze back to look at the older brother before recounting everything—the dream, the curse, the worries.

    Singha dressed the wound while listening, then dropped everything to embrace the sudden hug. He could only comfort with a silent hug; everything Thup recounted matched perfectly, except it wasn’t him who got shot. At the moment the criminal aimed at him, he dodged, disarming the shooter, causing the gun to fire accidentally into the criminal’s own abdomen.

    “Stop crying now, you’ll get a headache.”

    “What would I do if something happened to you?”

    “Look at me, Thup. I’m right here, right in front of you. We’re together now. No one’s going anywhere, understand?” Singha pushed Thup back slightly to hold his delicate face. He didn’t know what Thup saw in the dream or how terrifying it was, “See?” But judging by the fear in those eyes, he couldn’t let go, “Uh.” Thup nodded tearfully before hugging the older man again.

    About half an hour later, Singha sent his younger brother to take a shower and freshen up. Meanwhile, he looked over the many items on the dining table. His stern morning face slowly formed a rare smile. There was cake with the frosting melting to reveal the bread inside, a white gift box, and a bouquet of flowers, all with Post-its attached in handwriting he recognized.

    “You don’t like sweets, so I ordered one with fresh cream, it’s not too sweet.

    “This gift, you’ll definitely use. I’ll wait to see.”

    “Do you like white roses? I’ll go pick them out at the shop myself.”

    Singha read every word carefully. It’s not that he hadn’t thought about what might happen during the mission, but it’s unavoidable when you’re in this line of work. He had already talked to Thup, and the kid understood, but this time it might really shake him up because of a bad dream that turned out to be true, just like last time.

    “Phii Singha.” The hoarse voice, the tight embrace, and a chin resting on a shoulder made Singha turn to look. He buried his nose hard into the smooth cheek upon seeing Thup’s nose and under eyes so red it was endearing. “Are you hungry? Thup can go make something to eat.”

    “I’ve already ordered. Let’s eat takeout today.”

    “Sorry for startling you, and also sorry… for making this anniversary day all about some unknown stuff.”

    “We’ll make up for it next year.”

    “I rushed out without putting the cake in the fridge.” A hug around the waist, then a sigh, Thup tightened his embrace.

    “I’ll eat you as dessert.” Singha flipped back to look at the person behind, the clear face of the puppy. “Did the wound on your foot get wet?”

    “No.”

    “Headache?”

    “No.”

    “Hungry yet?”

    “Not yet.”

    “Want me?”

    “No-.” Thup paused immediately, eliciting loud laughter from Singha.

    “You pervert.”

    “Are you tired? Tired of me, Phii Singha?”

    “Tired.”

    “Sorry-”

    “I’m tired of you always hurting yourself, tired of you apologizing for nothing.” Singha raised his arm to embrace the neck of the person in front of him, then stared seriously into the light brown eyes, “I love you so much, Thup. Whether it’s a seven-year curse, ten years, or a hundred, I don’t care. If you love me, you must love yourself more because I hate seeing you hurt. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

    “I understand, I love you a lot too, and I understand your job is dangerous. I know people are born, age, get hurt, and die, but I want to be here with you, to hug you, kiss you, hold your warm body. Not the cold corpse or something I can’t touch.”

    “Then do it, do everything you want… together.” Their noses touched, “Do everything well while we still have this loving opportunity. Agreed?”

    “Agreed.”

    Their lips met and pressed together until there was no space left, each savoring the familiar sweetness, both entrusting faith and love.

    “Happy anniversary, Phii Singha.”

    “Happy anniversary to you too, Thup.”

    Forever and best wishes to each other.

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

    On the road into the city at night, it was eerily quiet, traffic was sparse, and if it weren’t necessary, no one would want to drive at three in the morning. But there were some who couldn’t avoid it…

    A large truck transporting livestock had just returned from delivering prime cattle to a farm in a nearby province. The mind of a man, soon to be a father, was more eager to get to his wife at the hospital than to stop at a gas station for a break. His tired eyelids slowly closed before his body jolted awake again.

    “So sleepy, man.” The driver tried to wake himself up, but driving for days on end, plus the sun and fatigue, meant his eyelids drooped again just minutes later.

    The large truck’s head slowly veered out of its lane as his hands lost control, just as his body was about to succumb to sleep, a sound from the side of the truck rang out first.

    Thump!!

    “Hey, what the heck!” The driver’s eyes widened in shock before he yanked the steering wheel, guiding the car back onto the path, “That was close, huh?”

    The road ahead captured the middle-aged man’s attention, completely forgetting the sound next to the car. A few meters later, he noticed a young woman in a red skirt waving by the roadside.

    “Who’s out here so late?” He flicked on the turn signal and pulled over immediately, his drowsiness making him forget all the tales truck drivers told.

    Do not greet.

       Do not look.

       Do not ask.

       Do not stop…

       “Could I get a ride, please? The taxi left me here.”

    “Get in, get in, but where are you heading so late?” The man behind the wheel asked, looking at the long-haired teenage girl who sat beside him.

    “I went out with friends.”

    “Oh, it’s dangerous to be out this late. Why did the taxi leave you here?” He thought it was nice to have company, so he pulled over by the roadside, forgetting that this road wasn’t one for the living to travel.

    The sobbing sound sent chills down the driver’s spine. He reached to lower the air conditioning but noticed from the corner of his eye that the girl beside him wasn’t just wearing red; it was splattered all over the seat. Her pale, fragile body now bore wounds, blood seeping out, covering the seat and dripping to the floor.

    “They beat me, stabbed me, slit my throat, robbed me.”

    As the sobbing turned into a voice of pain, the driver trembled with fear. He tried chanting, spreading kindness, and various prayers, but when what you want to dispel doesn’t accept your chants, they become just another poem.

    The driver’s eyes trembled with fear, tears welling up as he struggled with all his might to keep the truck under control, desperate to avoid an accident.

    It’s said that the three-way intersection is a crossover point between the human world and the spirit world, where various spirits wander, seeking replacements or revenge. Some say it’s an unlucky spot, ominous, attracting only evil. Hence, you often see offerings, flowers, candles placed there, or frequent accidents at this very spot.

    This time was no different…

    The path ahead, where the truck was speeding, led to that infamous three-way intersection with its flickering orange light. He tried braking repeatedly, but there was no response. He did everything possible to survive, but it seemed the forces around him were merciless. If it were a wandering spirit, a ghost seeking redemption might have saved him, but instead, the ghost beside him was one of vengeance.

    She was the stuff of legends among drivers on this route. They say if you see a girl in red flagging you down by the road, keep driving until you pass the intersection.

    The driver inhaled deeply, his heart pounding. The intersection was in sight. If he made it through, he vowed never to return this way again.

    “Uncle… I’m not going anymore. Please stop.”

    The driver slammed the brakes with all his might. Was he safe now?

    His fear-filled face slowly turned to the passenger seat, only to find a blood-soaked red dress… with no head.

    “Hee, hee, hee, we’ve stopped now, haven’t we?”

    The voice and the increasing weight on his lap made him glance down. White, lifeless eyes and a broad smile stared back at him. The pale, scarred face from knife wounds, with flesh hanging loose, belonged to the head of the girl now resting on his lap.

    Brrrrrr!!!!

    He looked up through tear-stained eyes at the approaching bright lights. It wasn’t that he was nearing the intersection; he was already stopped right in the middle of it.

    Chroooom!!!!

    The phone by the bedside irritates Singha into waking up.

    “What is it?”

    [Director, there’s been another truck collision at the same old intersection.]

       “Have they cleared the scene?”

    [Yes. It was spotted around 5 AM, but it probably happened about two hours earlier.]

       “What about the drivers?”

    [One died at the scene. The other is critical; we’re contacting relatives.]

       “Clear the road, I’ll be there soon.” Singha sighed, turning back to the young man behind him.

    “Again?”

    “Mmm, sorry for waking you.” He looked down, his rough hand stroking the soft hair of the younger man in his embrace.

    “I’ve been awake since the phone rang, just wanted to keep hugging you.” said the 31-year-old, still acting the same as ever. He tightened his grip around Singha’s waist, kissing the bare chest marked with rosy love bites tenderly. “Same spot for the accident?”

    “Mmm.” Singha let the younger man continue his affectionate kisses and caresses without objection. “That intersection isn’t even busy. Don’t know why accidents keep happening there.”

    “Intersection? Is it a three-way junction there?” Thup propped himself up on his elbow to look at Singha.

    “Yeah.” Singha replied shortly, eyeing the neck dotted with his own kisses, leaning in for another.

    “Then it’s a three-way junction curse, right?”

    “So what?” He moved down to the pale chest under the light pajamas, starting to indulge himself.

    “Because, uh, Phii Singha, you told me to speak first.” Thup looked down at his older lover, who was licking around a mole on his chest through the fabric.

    “Go on, I’m listening.” he said, his face blushing.

    “So, it might not just be an accident.” Thup grabbed the older man’s hand, which was hovering near the edge of his sleepwear. The young man, in his early thirties, flipped his older lover onto his chest before pinning both his wrists. “If you keep teasing me like this, we’ll be late for work.”

    Singha chuckled softly before sitting up to straddle Thup. He looked at Thup’s increasingly mature face with pride. Now, the young man in front of him wasn’t just a freelancer hoping to save up; Thup had joined an agency, gained recognition, and even had his own art exhibitions. This kid had grown up a lot.

    “Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?”

    “Hmm? Maybe not…”

    “I’m really proud of you, Thup.” The sparkle in his eyes and the flat tone of his voice made Thup smile broadly. He had received many compliments from Singha over the past year, but none compared to this.

    “All of my successes are yours, Phii Singha.” Thup sat up to hug the older man’s waist, then gently kissed his perfectly tanned cheek. “Thup loves you a lot.”

    “What’s with the sweetness?” Singha wrapped his arms around Thup’s neck, feeling something pushing against him through the fabric.

    “You’re the one teasing me.” he whispered.

    “Heh, once is enough. Hurry up, we need to go to work.”

    “Since we’re already in this position, you start, please.” Thup nibbled on Singha’s chin before sliding his hand into the older man’s favorite sweatpants, squeezing until marks appeared.

    It took less than two minutes for both to lose their clothes. Their lips teased each other, just like their lower regions, rubbing with desire. Singha gripped what fit perfectly in his hand, ready at his own entrance.

    “Hmm, so tight.” Thup murmured, his forehead hitting his older brother’s chest as the passage was enveloping his core.

    “And do you like it?” Singha asked through gritted teeth, every movement inside sending shivers throughout his body. He could feel the warmth and every sinew inside.

    “I’ve always liked it.” They locked eyes, both gleaming with desire as Thup’s core was fully sheathed.

    “Lie down.”

    “Like this, I want to hug you.”

    “You are loud.”

    “You’re louder.”

    Singha chuckled before leaning down to kiss the mischievous kid who had grown from a pup into a fully grown dog.

    “Don’t faint on me now.”

    “I work out with you for moments like this.” The grown dog rested his chin on Singha’s chest, wrapping his arms around him as Singha moved down.

    “Deep, ah, damn.” Singha gasped for air as the tightness inside made it hard to breathe, especially when he went all the way down, making Thup’s core hit deep spots, causing his body to tingle.

    “Thup, no, don’t.”

    “Don’t what?” Thup’s lips enveloped a nipple, tongue flicking as he watched Singha.

    “Your fingers, ah, your fingers!” Singha was almost out of his mind as Thup spread him open, core still inserted, and now fingers too.

    “Don’t do it again or don’t stop, you’re gripping me harder now.” Singha looked at Thup before kissing him to channel his overwhelming emotions.

    “So intense, ah, it’s so good.”

    Emotions are soaring high along with Singha’s thrusts. He’s so ecstatic he’s moaning low, mixed with the sound of his buttocks hitting thighs continuously. Seeing Thup enjoying himself, he’s ready to indulge as much as possible.

    “Umm, Phii, ease up a bit, I am gonna…aah.”

    “Wait, ah.” Singha slows down, switching to a more leisurely pace, their lips meeting again as neither wants to stop the activities on the bed. “Thup, uh, inside, ah, cum inside.”

    “You have to go to work.”

    “Faster.” Singha digs his nails into the muscular, beautiful back. “Good boy, ah, deeper.”

    “Ah, Phii Singha, you’re too tight, it’s too much.” Thup holds the older man’s waist tightly, his body jerking from the release of love into the older man’s passage. Singha buries his face into Thup’s shoulder, biting down on the white skin to express his climax.

    The heavy breathing of the two on the bed is the only sound now, followed by their soft laughter.

    “Sorry for biting so hard.”

    “It’s okay.”

    “Let’s go shower, I’ll dress the wound.” Singha looks at the bite mark he made, starting to bleed, but seeing Thup’s face, he finds the boy smiling widely. “Then love me a lot.”

    “I’ll try.”

    “You’re so cute.” Singha teases, nipping at the stubborn nose.

    “Try?” The broad smile slowly fades into a pout, tears welling up in the beautiful eyes. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

    “With you still inside me like this, you’re going to cry?!”

    “But, sniff, you didn’t say you love me, you said you’ll try.”

    Singha laughs openly before cupping the charming face of his younger boyfriend.

    “I’ll try to love you as much as you love me.” Singha kisses the beautiful brown eyes framed with long lashes. No matter how many times he looks, he always loves these eyes. “Understand?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    After calming the one who turned back into a puppy again, both went to shower and dress before heading to the crime scene.

    “Hello, Chief.”

    “Hmm, where are we at?”

    “Just moved the car and collected evidence a moment ago.” Singha timed it well.

    “What about the deceased?”

    “Dr. Say is handling it, it seems like usual.” Initially thought to be an accident.

    Singha nodded to his subordinate, then turned to see Thup looking around before stopping in the middle of the road. What the young man sees is a woman in a red skirt dragging the spirit of a middle-aged man across the street.

    “Phii.”

    “Where?”

    “In the middle of the road, there’s a teenager wearing red… no, white. Just stained with red blood.” Thup watches the scene quietly before turning to the older man.

    “She might have had an accident around here.”

    “There’s a case where we haven’t found the perpetrator yet.” Singha speaks after hearing Thup out. “About two meters from here, the body of a teenager was found, killed in the woods. She was assaulted before her throat was slit.”

    “No wonder she’s still so vengeful.”

    “Forensic evidence found semen in the vagina, leading to the criminal’s capture while escaping. He ran out into the street, got hit by a car, and died on the spot.”

    “She might have been searching all along.”

    “The ghost?”

    “Yes. She might have been looking for the one who killed her all this time, and she’s still searching. Someone should tell her.” Thup’s wrist was grabbed as he walked away.

    “Where are you going?”

    “Over there.” Thup, seeing his friend’s worried face, knew he should be careful if he planned to approach her alone. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”

    “If anything happens, call me.”

    “I want to kiss your cheek right here.”

    “I’ll smack you, there are so many people around.”

    Thup laughed brightly before gently patting his lover’s hand and walking towards the traffic island where there were many flowers and offerings, assuming many thought like him.

    “Excuse me.” A chill down his spine made Thup choose not to look back but to gently arrange the fallen flowers. “The one who made you not enjoy this beautiful life anymore… He’s gone now, he has received consequences of his actions.”

    ‘I don’t believe it!’

       “The police found him to make him face justice, but karma came quicker. He got hit by a car and died right there.” Thup adjusted the offerings back to their original position. “So you should let go and leave peacefully, continuing like this will only create more karma.”

    ‘Hic, my life… my life.’

       “I know… the world isn’t fair, is it?”

    Meanwhile, Say approached, seeing his friend staring at his young lover’s back.

    “What’s he doing?”

    “Communicating, I guess.”

    “With ghosts again?”

    “Yeah, about the accident.”

    “Wasn’t it because of carelessness?”

    “Maybe partly. We don’t really know what happened.”

    “Got it.” Say shrugged at his close friend.

    “Instead of meddling with me, why don’t you go win back your kid?”

    “A bit of discipline might help.” Say glanced at the young intern who had just started working full-time in the department, and the young man walked away without even glancing at him.

    “It’s safe now.”

    “But was it worth risking his life by barging into a burning, flooded house for some stupid thing?” Say’s voice grew harsher.

    “The stupid thing you’re talking about is the bracelet you gave to your lover, isn’t it?”

    “I can buy a hundred more of those.”

    “But those hundred won’t mean the same as the one you specifically gave him.” Singha patted his friend’s shoulder to remind him, “Think about it, Say.”

    Singha walked over to Thup, who was running back with his usual smile.

    “She’s gone. She left.”

    “Want to start a ghost-busting business? Could be a hit.” Singha teased, wiping the sweat from Thup’s forehead.

    “Can I open an office in your station?”

    “No way.”

    “Can’t use my boyfriend’s connection with the director?” Thup tilted his head, pleadingly. “Sorry, I don’t abuse my relationships.”

    “Then…” Thup held his older man’s hand and kissed the ring Singha had recently put on his ring finger on his birthday last year. “Do I need a connection to invite the director for dinner?”

    “There’s got to be something in return.” Singha raised an eyebrow at the young man.

    “Both my body and heart are all for you.”

    “I’m going to puke, Thup.”

    “I know you like it.” The soft laughter of the two teasing each other was a familiar sight for the station officers.

    “Wait by the car, it’s hot here, and you’re all red.” Singha suggested a change of topic because the kid in front of him was right. He really did enjoy it when Thup acted this way.

    “Okay.” Thup, always obedient as ever.

    It’s been said he’s always been Phii Singha’s little puppy.

      

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 3: Doctor vs. Forensic Intern

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 3: Doctor vs. Forensic Intern

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 3: Doctor vs. Forensic Intern

    “Doctor Say, the chief wants to see you.” The female officer, after much hesitation, finally opened the door to the forensic lab. It wasn’t hard to open, but what was inside made her brace herself before entering. Interrupting the head of the forensic department’s rest was never a good idea.

    The young man lying on the sofa slowly pulled the gown off his face, his sharp eyes glancing at the officer at the door before he got up and stretched.

    “Be there in a bit.” His voice, usually soft and deep, sounded colder, interrupted during his sleep.

    “U-understood.” The female officer quickly left the room and ran to report to her superior.

    At this station, there were two people everyone preferred not to encounter. One was Chief Singha, whose mistakes were met with ear-splitting scoldings, and the other was Dr. Say, the head of forensics. Unlike Singha’s yelling, Dr. Say’s calm words and cutting gaze could wound deeply. If Singha was a tiger ready to pounce and tear everything apart, Dr. Say was more like a wolf patiently waiting for his prey to slip before moving in for the kill.

    The young doctor yawned all the way, his vibrant red hair clashing with his white shirt and black slacks, a familiar sight. When well-rested, Say was the epitome of quiet composure, but sleep-deprived, he was like a ticking time bomb.

    “So, you start your internship today. Dr. Say will oversee and evaluate you.” Singha looked up as someone entered without knocking. “Perfect timing, come in.”

    “Who’s this kid?”

    “A forensic intern starting today. Introduce yourself.”

    “Hello, Dr. Say. I’m Blue, 29 years old. Please take care of me.”

    Say scrutinized the young man again. Around 180 cm tall, jet-black hair, sharp features complementing his honey-toned skin, with keen brown eyes… not bad, seemingly not clumsy.

    “We just got a new case. You’ll go with me, Say.”

    “Mm.”

    “What case?”

    “A 25-year-old wife went shopping at noon, returned home to find her 55-year-old husband dead in his study, likely from a chronic illness.” The two friends exchanged knowing looks. “But the medication is missing.”

    “Suspecting murder then?”

    “The deceased was a billionaire, divorced his former wife, remarried his current wife after just three months of dating.”

    “Meet at the car.”

    Say walked out of Singha’s office back to the forensic lab, with a young intern quietly following behind him. [It wasn’t the first time interns had come here, but only a few made it through their training. Say was curious how long this seemingly arrogant kid would last.]

       “Go get the supplies.”

    “Excuse me?”

    “I don’t like repeating myself.” Say’s sharp eyes glanced over with a flat tone, causing the young man to halt.

    “I’ve been here less than an hour. How am I supposed to know the system or where anything is? Are you going to order me around without any instructions?”

    Say didn’t turn to look; he just stopped walking.

    “The ones who survive here are those who learn first. Before speaking, have you entered the room?”

    The intense gaze swept over Blue, emotionless, sending a chill down his spine, making him unable to retort further.

    Blue was always at the top of his class in forensic science, never second-best in any activity or competition. His life was all about studying, studying, and more studying, which left his social skills lacking, including talking to people. He eyed Say’s broad back before pressing his lips together. When he learned he was being sent here, he expected an older, academic, strict supervisor, but Say was the opposite and someone he never expected to meet…

    That person was Dr. Say, one of the top forensic pathologists known for handling tough cases, standing nearly 190 cm tall, with striking red hair against the sterile white room, and infamous for his fierceness.

    Upon entering the forensic lab, Blue felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort, as if he might not survive this internship. Say’s sharp eyes watched as Blue picked up a bag and equipment from the shelves near the door. Say was right; there was nothing much to prepare when everything was already packed for quick deployment. He just had to retrieve it, it was the first lesson he learned in forensics.

    “I’m sorry.” Blue decided to speak up to end the tension.

    “About what?”

    “Sorry for arguing with you earlier.” The young man said. Say didn’t respond much, just walked closer until the height difference was palpable to the person standing by the door. His sharp eyes stared until the young man felt breathless, but before he could say anything, a heavy bag hit his chest, landing in his arms.

    “Don’t get in the way.” Say said before walking out with a camera in hand, leaving only the young man heaving a sigh of relief.

    When they reached the scene, Singha told the officers to leave so the forensic team could work. Darin approached, clapping his friend’s shoulder, pointing backward.

    “Is that the new kid Singha took in?”

    “Intern.”

    “Yeah, he’s a looker. He’s like the eye-candy son I never had.”

    “Since when did Thup become not-your son?”

    “Since the kid came to the station. What’s his name again?”

    “Blue.”

    “You think he’ll make it?”

    “Not sure yet.”

    “Take it easy.” Darin patted her friend’s shoulder, whispering, “If this one doesn’t make it, you’re in for some heavy work next time, I won’t come to help.”

    “Are you worried about me or looking for the eye-candy?”

    “Eye-candy.” Darin laughed softly before snatching the camera from Say to photograph the crime scene.

    “Should I start collecting evidence around the area?” Blue asked as he entered the scene.

    “Uh-huh.”

    Every move Blue made was under the watchful eyes of the forensic doctor leaning against the door frame, observing everything. Properly equipped with shoe covers, the young man displayed good skills, not missing the gloves as Say had anticipated. Everything went into the bag without needing instructions, but then Blue suddenly stopped, prompting Say to approach.

    “What’s up?”

    “There’s a wet mark at the base of the victim’s glass.”

    Say leaned down to look at the victim’s tea glass. It wouldn’t be unusual for there to be water droplets around the glass… if it had been cold water. Not hot.

    “Collect it.”

    “Yes.” As Blue was collecting the sample, he fumbled, spilling the tea on himself up to his arm, “Oh… sorry, boss.”

    “Put everything down.”

    “Sir?”

    “Put it down!” The shout made Blue, who was already worried about getting scolded, even more anxious. Say grabbed him by the collar and forcefully pulled him away from the area. “Rin, make sure you collect the sample and send it to the lab, don’t touch anything else.”

    “Sure, sure, let’s go.” Darin had worked with his friend for a long time. She knew both friends well. They wouldn’t scold without reason, but their harsh actions spoke volumes.

    The new intern, on his first real fieldwork, had made a mistake, getting dragged out by the collar, only to worry about his error. His mistake wasn’t just contaminating the scene; it could also compromise the case. Once dragged to the chief’s car, Say let go.

    “I’m really sorry—”

    “Take off your shirt.”

    “Sir?”

    “I told you I don’t like repeating myself. When I give an order, follow it.”

    “But…”

    “Are you going to do it yourself, or do I have to tear it off?”

    The seriousness in Say’s demeanor made Blue comply without any room for resistance. His smooth, honey-toned skin came into view. Though not heavily muscled, his physique was well-proportioned.

    “Hold out your arm.” This time, there were no questions, no hesitation. Blue extended his arm to his boss, not wanting to cause more trouble. Water from a bottle was poured over his arm down to his hand and repeated until Blue had to ask.

    “What’s in the water?”

    “In the housekeeper’s investigation report, she started feeling dizzy, tired, nauseous, and had diarrhea on Sunday. She began experiencing fatigue, chest tightness this morning, and before she died, she had difficulty breathing, then her heart failed.” Blue listened to the now softer voice, a stark contrast to before. The rough hand gently stroked his arm, contradicting his tough demeanor. “What do you think?”

    “…Carbamate.” [1] Carbamates, a group of chemicals used as pesticides.

       “Good guess. Thought you might go for something else.”

    “It’s colorless and can cause heart failure. If someone wanted to kill in a way that looks like an accident related to pre-existing heart conditions, they’d choose this.” After speaking, Blue’s chin was lifted by the rough hand, his red hair contrasting slightly with his fair skin, his dark, intense eyes matching his sharp features.

    “Sit here.”

    “But my work—”

    “I don’t like people arguing.”

    “I’m not arg—” Blue stopped when the man raised an eyebrow as if scolding him with a look. “This is my first real job.”

    “And?”

    “And I messed up.”

    “Yes, you did. You contaminated the crime scene, damaged vital evidence, and put yourself at risk.”

    “I’m sorry, boss.” Blue stood up and bowed sincerely. He wasn’t the type to be overly confident in himself to the point of not listening. He was ready to apologize and correct his mistakes.

    “Next time, don’t mess up. Go wait in the car and monitor your symptoms. If anything feels off, call someone.” Say handed Blue his own jacket that was left on Singha’s car for the young man who was sitting there.

    “Sure” Not even taking a step back into the crime scene, Say’s shirt was tugged from behind.

    “Hmm”

    “Doctor Say… thank you.”

    Say walked back into the crime scene with the close friends watching him with teasing smiles.

    “What the hell is this?” Say asked before starting to gather all the evidence again.

    “Singha, I heard the dogs around here badmouthing you, dude.” Darin said, raising his voice slightly.

    “Bad Mouthing me how?” Singha, who had just returned after questioning the house residents, joined in.

    “They said the kid is annoying, how could you stand him?”

    “Really? But I just saw the guy who finds kids annoying petting the kid’s arm.”

    “OMG, I knew it. My inner shipper still works!”

    “Aren’t you guys supposed to be working? If not, get out, you’re in the way.”

    “Snort, the maid said every morning the wife would make tea for the deceased, alone in the kitchen, confident that early this month she heard the wife urging the deceased to rewrite his will.”

    “If the autopsy matches with this drug, the case is closed.” Say had his subordinates take the body back to the station for further examination, “Rin, go back and recheck the kid’s body too.”

    “Why don’t you do it yourself?”

    “Is that my job?”

    “Oh, come on, you just want to check thoroughly out of concern, don’t pretend I don’t know Blue is your type, right Singha?” Darin shook her friend’s arm for solidarity.

    “Nonsense.” Say shook his head slightly before packing away the evidence from the scene into his bag.

    Singha didn’t add anything to Darin’s comments. He just smiled at his friends’ banter; whatever was going to happen would happen. He and Thup were examples of that.

    Three weeks passed with the intern Blue joining them. Though they didn’t talk much, it was strange that there was never any awkwardness in the office. Blue was organizing equipment for evidence collection into his bag, having just used it in yesterday’s case. During this, a cold touch on his cheek made him look up.

    “Thank you.” Blue’s slender eyes glanced at the person bringing him a cold drink, which he accepted. The scent of menthol cigarettes was another thing Blue was getting used to with this person.

    “Where are you going tonight?” Say asked before sprawling on the sofa, “Back to my room.”

    “Singha is taking you out for dinner.”

    “The chief is buying dinner? For what occasion?”

    “Free time.”

    Another thing Blue was getting accustomed to was Say’s concise speech. He wondered how much more economical he could get with words, “Are you inviting me, sir?”

    “And why would I not?”

    “Well…” Every time there was a field assignment, if nothing thrilling happened, it was always Blue who got scolded. It was clear that the person currently covering his face with a gown for a nap didn’t like him, “You don’t like me.”

    “What makes you think that?”

    “You’re always scolding me, no matter if I’m right or wrong.” Blue immediately bit his lip, having spent the last two weeks in close proximity with Say, which had started to break down their initial barriers. Say removed the gown from his face, stood up to his full height, and walked over to the intern with twinkling eyes, then slowly squatted beside him without breaking eye contact.

    “Uh… I’m sorry.”

    “Here, interns never last more than three days.”

    “So… what now?”

    “The fact that you’re still here means I’m already very kind.”

    “This is your version of kindness?”

    “What do you think?”

    “It’s far from kind.”

    Say chuckled in his throat before gently tapping the forehead of the intern in front of him.

    “I’ll try my best.”

    “I’ll try to work better so you don’t have to try so hard to be kind.”

    “Finish packing, and I’ll see you outside.”

    “Where are we going?”

    “Taking the kid out for something to eat.” Blue smiled after the red-haired man walked out of the room.

    No, he didn’t think Dr. Say was cruel at all, quite the opposite; his kindness made his heart beat faster once again.

     

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 2: Intelligence Police and Mandatory Doctor

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 2: Intelligence Police and Mandatory Doctor

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 2: Intelligence Police and Mandatory Doctor

    In the chaotic hospital bustling with people, a young doctor who had just left the examination room less than ten minutes ago, hoping for a cup of coffee, was interrupted by his vibrating communication device. He turned to the wall and gently began banging his head against it.

    “Damn it!”

    “Is everything alright, Doctor?”

    “Uh… nothing, just fine.” Charn smiled at the nurse before rushing to the recovery ward upstairs where he was needed, though he really wanted to escape back to his condo.

    “Were you calling for me?” Charn asked the nurses at the counter.

    “Yes, Doctor Charn, sorry to bother you after your shift, but the police are here asking about the patient in room 804.”

    “Police?” Charn furrowed his brows slightly before heading to the recovery room he was responsible for.

    “Hello… sir.”

    “Hello, you little smart aleck?”

    “Hold on, see this?”

    “Shirt?”

    “What kind of shirt?”

    “A gown.”

    “Correct! This is a gown, this means I’m a doctor.” Charn pointed at himself with pride, “not the kid from that drinking session.”

    “I have to work with you?” The intelligence police officer leaned back in his chair, looking utterly despairing.

    “So, what brings you here?”

    “The guy lying there is a suspect in a murder case.”

    “For real?!”

    “Oh, I’m kidding, he’s actually a cotton candy seller, I just wanted some.”

    “You’re being sarcastic, Khun Merk.”

    “Think before you ask, Charn.” Despite being three years apart in age, there was no awkwardness between them, especially not since the night they bonded over drinks, all formalities had vanished. “When will he wake up?”

    “Probably in a day or two, he will have a skull fracture but no bleeding, no brain swelling, torn lung, broken ribs, ruptured spleen.” Charn reported the injuries casually before flopping onto the sofa, “Where did he get himself into such a life-threatening mess?”

    “He killed a restaurant owner… then got hit by the owner’s son with a car.”

    “Well, the case closed then, with a victim, perpetrator, and another perpetrator who was also a victim.”

    “Yeah, except there’s another body at the scene that doesn’t seem related at all.” Merk twisted slightly before standing up, “I’ll get someone to keep watch.”

    “Where are you going?”

    “What good does knowing do you?”

    “Maybe I’ll get a free meal coupon.” Merk rolled his eyes, then glanced at his watch, “Treat me to a meal.”

    “A doctor with no money for food?”

    “What do you think, being a doctor makes me rich?”

    “I’m not free, got to go.”

    “If you treat me to a meal, I might help with the case.”

    “Help with what?”

    “Like investigating the crime scene, checking on patients, stuff like that.” Chan stood up from the sofa, tilting his head arrogantly.

    “I have a forensic team.”

    “That’s cold, man.”

    Merk shook his head slightly and answered his vibrating phone.

    “Yes, boss?”

    [Where are you now?]

       “At the hospital, checking on the suspect who just got surgery.”

    [Perfect, the body found in the restaurant’s freezer was sent to the hospital. The forensic doctor is about to examine it. You can go listen in or wait for the report.]

       “…Sure.” After hanging up, Merk rolled his eyes at the kid who was annoyingly raising his eyebrows, “Doctors eavesdropping on people’s conversations?”

    “With how loud you’re talking, I’d have to put my ear in the toilet to not hear you.”

    “Come for food, then follow me.”

    “No way, too late for that, officer. You saw my late fee, ‘Don’t play hard to get.’”

    “First, I know I’m late on my fee. Second, I’m not going into the autopsy room because it’s not delightful.”

    “First, it was pointless from the start. Second… scared to death, my mind tells me I don’t have to be sharp, just a small fry.”

    “I wasn’t the one starting trouble in the first place. Sorry, officer, go enjoy looking at the corpse alone.”

    “Oh, really?” Merk raised an eyebrow before smirking at the kid about to leave, “It’s okay, Dr. Charn, everyone’s scared of ghosts, not everyone’s brave, I get it.”

    Merk spoke with full sympathy, but his face was mocking, making the robed man frown deeply.

    “Sigh. I should go, I got work to do that some won’t dare, you know, kids will be kids.” Merk walked off, counting in his head. If he couldn’t handle this kid, he’d have stopped hanging out with Darin, Say, and Singha long ago. They were like ten of this kid rolled into one.

    Three.

    Two.

    One.

    “Alright!! I’ll go too. I’m almost an adult, why act like a kid! And you’re buying dinner!!”

    “Heh, sure, sure, all grown up now.” The one time at a drinking session he accidentally called this kid ‘little one’, he’d nearly died from the outrage. That told him all he needed to know about how to push his buttons.

    The two reached the autopsy room, not far from the morgue. Ever since the haunted house incident, Charn, already afraid of ghosts, didn’t suddenly become a ghost-whisperer just because he grew up in a temple. Look at Thup, who sees ghosts regularly yet is scared stiff, completely different!

    “You’re walking this close, should I just go in?”

    “Just walk.”

    Merk rolled his eyes at the kid behind him. He was genuinely starting to think he’d made a mistake bringing this kid along.

    The scent of formaldehyde filled the room, something doctors were used to from their studies, but the sight of a corpse on the autopsy table was still unnerving since he dealt with living people daily.

    “Listen, Charn, if you bump into me one more time, I’ll really kick you.” Merk snapped, annoyed by the kid’s incessant clinging, “What kind of doctor are you?”

    “A Thai doctor. If it were in English, would I be a French doctor, madamsang?” Wanting to hear the language.

    “Annoying.” Merk rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day since meeting up. He moved closer to examine the mysterious corpse brought from the nearby crime scene, then called the brat over, “Alright, your job, doctor.”

    “I diagnose it as dead.”

    “Then I could be a doctor too.” Charn sighed before stepping closer to inspect.

    “Yeah.”

    “Still, the forensic team needs to examine it. I treat the living.”

    “Where did you find it again?”

    “In a freezer at a restaurant.”

    “A restaurant?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Can I have the restaurant’s name?”

    “Why?”

    “So I know not to eat there. Look at this.” Charn reached for a pointer stick on the table, then pointed at the right arm of the deceased, where some flesh was thinly sliced and removed with precision, “Some flesh here is missing, and this abdominal incision is fresh, probably died two or three days ago, hard to tell being in a freezer, but this kind of wound, looks like something was inserted there.”

    “Don’t tell me…”

    “I’ll tell you.” Charn said, pointing a stick that he once used to poke at a corpse towards Merk, “This isn’t just a victim, it looks like it could be raw material too, a surprise.”

    “Oh, Charn, will you just shut up!” Merk swung the file in his hand to slap the forensic doctor, who he had forcefully brought along.

    “Well, you dragged me into this.”

    Knock, knock, knock.

    “Damn it!” Charn, who was laughing heartily at the sight of the police officer nearly vomiting, jumped in surprise at the sudden knock on the door.

    “Wow, that scared the bejesus out of me.”

    “I mean, I was surprised too.”

    “Hello. I am the forensic doctor here to examine the body.”

    “Oh, Dr. Ray.”

    “Hey there, you little troublemaker.”

    “My name is Merk.” The newcomer greeted Charn warmly, “And you are…”

    “I’m the intelligence officer sent to gather preliminary data.”

    “Just a bit.”

    “It’s quite the mess, isn’t it?”

    “I guess you might have some doubts about this case.”

    “Yes. If the autopsy results match the evidence from the restaurant, we might be able to wrap up the case.”

    “Then I’ll get to the examination right away. The lab is already checking the evidence found at the shop.”

    “Alright, I’m not in much of a hurry today.”

    “How about we grab a coffee after we’re done here to go over the details?”

    “Alright then.” I’ll get to…

    “Feeling peckish.” Charn suddenly chimed in, completely oblivious to whatever the conversation was about.

    “I think I’ve got muscle strain.”

    “Double standards!”

    “Delusional.”

    “Haha, you two seem pretty close. Do you know each other?”

    “More like forced to know each other.” Merk replied to the young doctor who probably wasn’t much younger than him. Just over 180 cm tall, about the same height as the kid next to him, but he looked much more composed and mature.

    “Where to? You said you were treating us to lunch.”

    “Oh, right. Excuse me for a moment, doctor. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

    “Just call me Ray. I think we’re about the same age.”

    “Sure thing.”

    “Food!”

    Finally, Merk dragged the troublesome kid to a nearby cafe, not far from the hospital. The place had food, drinks, and blessedly, air conditioning.

    “What do you want to eat?”

    “You yell at me with such a strong voice, but with the doctor, it’s all sweet and gentle.”

    “You want me to yell at him the first time we meet? Manners, man.”

    “You yelled at me the first time we met.” The kid retorted.

    “I must have been possessed.” Merk said, opening the menu to order what he fancied.

    “I’ll have the same, but change the water to iced green tea.” Charn smiled at the waiter, then turned to look at Merk with a death glare.

    “Oh, but you’re all smiles for the girl, and then you give me that sour face.”

    “Your face looks like a butt?”

    “Your butt?”

    “What kind of cheeky talk is that?” Charn’s mood brightened as he poked at the constantly frowning man. “You said you weren’t part of the field team.”

    “I am now.”

    “Why?”

    “Remember I told you about the villain who killed the restaurant owner and got hit by a car?”

    “Yeah, you said it was his son who hit him.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “And?”

    “The person handling the case was standing next to him and also got hit, so I had to take over.”

    “Tough luck, huh?”

    “Indeed.”

    “So, that means I’m lucky then.” Charn said, leaning on the table with a grin towards the man across from him, reading documents.

    “What’s that?”

    “That I get to see you again.”

    Merk glanced up from his papers to the kid who was giving him a meaningful smile.

    “Trying to flirt?”

    “Could be worth a try.”

    “Try flirting, or try something else?” Merk put down his papers, mirroring the action by leaning in as well.

    “Are you trying or am I trying?”

    “I’m not up for it.” Merk said with a half-smile. “Me neither.” Charn retorted playfully.

    They stared each other down, neither one backing away, turning this into a significant gamble. The waiter, coming to serve their food, paused as the customers were locked in a betta fish stare-off.

    “Uh, excuse me… your food is ready.”

    Both Merk and Chran broke eye contact, turning to their meals, shifting the conversation entirely to mundane topics with changed demeanors.

    “Yes, boss, I’ll go check on it.”

    Charn handed over his shiny silver card to the waiter, noticing the man he was with had been on the phone for a while and had just sipped water, signaling he was done eating.

    “Got some work, huh?”

    “Yeah. Have you paid already?”

    “You want me to pay you back?”

    “Nah, thanks for the treat.”

    “Actually, I could treat you for life.” Charn teased with a wink. “But, you’d have to die tomorrow.”

    “You little rascal.” Merk thought there wouldn’t be much serious talk with this kid. “Looks like I’ll have to get the autopsy results tomorrow; I’ve got business to attend to today.”

    “Tomorrow? Then call me.”

    “Planning to return the favor with a meal?”

    “Not really. Just don’t want you alone with Ray.”

    “Why not?”

    “He’s got quick hands.”

    “And you’ve got a quick mouth.”

    “Fast waist, want to give it a try?” Charn raised an eyebrow at the person about to get up. “My waist is quick too. Want to try?” Merk chuckled before standing up fully, showcasing his height. “And the legs too.”

    “Can we flirt first and then play rock-paper-scissors on the bed?”

    “You’re cursing at me in paragraphs, and now you want to flirt?”

    “I like it, I’ve never met someone as snarky as you.”

    “Should I be touched?”

    “So, what’s the deal? Can I flirt or not?”

    “If I say no?”

    “I’ll keep trying to flirt like this.” Charn stood up following Merk, crossing his arms and looking at the older man.

    “Alright, flirt away.” Merk smiled, walking closer to the younger man who wasn’t much shorter, his eyes sparkling as he whispered near Charn’s ear in a softer voice than usual. “As long as you’re on the bottom of the bed.”

    Charn laughed softly, turning his face towards Merk until their noses touched.

    “I can be on the bottom… if you volunteer to be on top of the bed.”

    This battle between the intelligence officer and the young surgeon was grand. No villains. No ghosts. No beliefs, just winners and losers… only in the bedroom war.

      

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The Victim Lures the Unsuspecting

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The Victim Lures the Unsuspecting

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The victim lures the unsuspecting.

    “Hmm.” with thick eyebrows knitting together despite not being fully awake, the tight grip around his waist and the heat from behind irritated him out of a pleasant dream.

    Singha reluctantly opened his eyes, a low groan in his throat as if he was unwell, making him sit up and turn to look. Thup’s face was pale, his brows furrowed, sweat beading at his temples, the arms around his waist tightened intermittently. Singha reached out to touch Thup’s forehead and neck, finding his body temperature alarmingly hot. He glanced at the bedside clock to see it was six in the morning, the usual wake-up time for the kid beside him.

    “Thup, Thup!”

    “Ugh.” The pearly eyelids slowly opened, revealing teary eyes, “Phii Singha, I have a headache.”

    The puppy-like whimper made Singha lift his hand to stroke Thup’s soft hair as he moved to rest his head on his elder’s lap, still holding on.

    “You’re sick now, told you not to play in the rain.” he said softly.

    “Ugh.”.

    “Get up from my thigh quickly, I’ll get you some food and medicine.”

    “No, I want to stay with you.”

    “Thup, don’t be stubborn.”

    “I am not stubborn.” Singha could only sigh. Normally, the kid on his lap would listen with just one word. But now, both stubborn and arguing, his illness had turned him into a whiny pup.

    Singha spent time soothing the person on the bed, stroking his head until Thup fell into a deep sleep. Once sure he was asleep, he gently laid the little pup down before getting up to head downstairs.

    Even though he’s not one to cook, just a bowl of porridge shouldn’t be beyond his skill. While waiting for everything to boil in the pot, Singha made a call to his close friend.

    [Too early, way too early.] The groggy voice like he’s not fully awake didn’t make Singha feel too guilty.

    “Hey, what medicine should a sick person take?”

    [Huh?! You’re sick?]

       “No, it’s Thup.”

    [Is my kid sick?!]

       “Yeah, he got caught in the rain yesterday.”

    [Just give him some food and medicine, then wipe him down, and let him sleep.]

       “Is that all?” Singha grabbed a thermometer, various medicines, and a fever-reducing gel, setting them ready.

    [Yeah, but if the fever doesn’t go down and it’s over thirty-nine degrees, you can take him to the doctor, or honestly, just bring him to me.]

       “Okay, okay, we’ll see. Thanks a lot.” After hanging up, Singha carried both the porridge and medicine upstairs. Seeing the kid curled up in bed made him feel a pang of sympathy.

    Singha sat down by the bed before waking the sick person once more.

    “Thup, hey Thup, wake up quick.”

    “Mmm…” Thup turned to look at his older brother before slowly sitting up, with Singha helping him lean against the headboard.

    “Eat some porridge and take your medicine, then we’ll wipe you down.”

    “Have you eaten yet, Phii?” The hoarse voice made Singha gently stroke the young man’s head.

    “I’ll eat later. You eat first.”

    “Can you feed me, please?”

    “Oh, oh.” Every time Singha encounters those pleading, innocent eyes, he loses completely. The older brother scoops up some piping hot porridge, cools it down by blowing on it, then offers it to the sick person’s mouth, “How is it?”

    “…A bit too salty.”

    “Oh, I know, just eat it.” Singha feels like smacking the spoon on the kid in front of him, really wants to, but all he does is lightly pinch his nose.

    After feeding him for a while, Thup shakes his head like a puppy, saying he’s full. Singha doesn’t want to argue. He gives the young man his medicine while he goes to fill a basin with water and grabs a small clean cloth.

    “Take off your shirt, I’ll wipe you down.”

    “I feel cold.”

    “Just for a moment.”

    Thup raises his arms to the sky, waiting for the older man to undress him. His bare upper body comes into view as the white cartoon-patterned T-shirt comes off, revealing glowing white skin and the beautiful muscles he’s trained well, making Singha smile.

    The moment the damp cloth touches Thup, he flinches, but looking up at the older man’s face, he just bows his head down, not daring to say anything. The thorough wiping down makes Thup’s face, ears, and body blush.

    “Why are you blushing so much?”

    “Well… it’s embarrassing.”

    “We have sex every night, is there any part of you I haven’t seen?”

    “I am still embarrassed.”

    This shy demeanor, so different from last night in bed, makes Singha want to ravish those innocent cheeks, not seeing this embarrassment when he’s being intimate. After caring for the sick one, Singha goes to shower and change for work, his beautiful eyes following every step of the older man even though he’s been told to lie down.

    “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

    “Waiting to see you off to work.”

    Singha walked over and sat on the bed before gently patting the sick person’s head affectionately.

    “At noon, I’ll come back to check on you, so just sleep and don’t get up to do anything. If anything happens, call me, okay?”

    “Yes.”

    “Get well soon, you little pup, I’m worried about you.” Singha leaned down to gently kiss the forehead where a fever-reducing gel was placed.

    The door opened without a knock, making it obvious who it was. Singha placed the documents on the table after reading for hours until his eyes started to blur.

    “Hey, Singha, let’s go eat.” Darin walked in first, followed closely by Say. “How’s Nong Thup doing?”

    “I plan to check on him in another half hour.”

    “Actually, if he’s not better, you could bring him here. I’ll help watch over him in the room.”

    “Hmm.” Singha looked up at Say, who had just gone to sleep on the sofa. Currently, only Say and one assistant were working in the forensic department, so when any case came up, it was just the two of them handling the fieldwork. No wonder his friend was nearly exhausted. “Hey, Say, next month, there’ll be an intern coming to your department. If he passes the evaluation, we’ll let him choose whether to work here or at the institute.”

    “Yeah, whatever, just get someone here.” Say replied dismissively before going back to sleep.

    “Hey, Rin, could you buy some food for me and a coffee? I’m going to check on Thup first.”

    “Sure, since your young boyfriend is sick, you can’t focus on work, huh?” Darin teased, earning a light tap on the forehead from Singha.

    In less than twenty minutes, Singha was at the front of his house. He walked inside to find Thup had moved to sleep on the sofa. The young man was curled up under a thick blanket, his pale face regaining a bit more color than earlier that morning. Singha sat close by, gently touching the clear cheek with care. He reached for the remote to lower the air conditioner’s temperature before turning back to look at Thup again.

    “Oh, Phii Singha… when did you get back?”

    “Just now, why are you sleeping downstairs?”

    “I wanted to see you soon.”

    “Getting sick makes you clingy, huh, puppy?” Singha looked at the person who moved closer, found him, and then hugged his waist tightly, “Still got a headache? Come on, let’s have Darin take a look.”

    “It still hurts.” Thup buried his face into the older man’s stomach, his still high body temperature making Singha worried. “Alright, let’s get in the car. I’ll go prepare some clothes for you.” Thup lingered for a while, wanting to cling to his elder, but eventually got up and walked to the car, carrying his blanket and favorite doll from a fair years ago.

    Singha packed Thup’s essentials into the car before driving back to the station, not forgetting to buy some simple lunch for the kid beside him.

    The station officers were used to seeing the young man wandering around, as often it was Thup who came to help with their director’s tasks.

    “Rin, check on Thup for me.” Singha said as he opened the door to the infirmary, then supported Thup to Darin.

    “Oh, poor little Nong Thup of mine, let’s check your temperature, blood pressure, and overall condition first. If it’s serious, I’ll give you an injection and you can rest a bit.”

    “Okay.” Singha watched Thup’s back as he carried his doll into the examination room, his expression relaxing. Leaving him alone at home worried him, bringing him here would be easier to manage.

    Meanwhile, Singha went to finish the work he had pending so he could take Thup home worry-free. It took nearly four hours. When the pen signed the last letter, Singha put it down on the table and stretched his muscles to relieve the fatigue. He could finally rest, except…

    “Director.”

    “Come in.” Singha looked at his subordinate who brought in unwelcome documents.

    “Reports from the reconnaissance unit have come in. There will be a transaction at the club today.”

    “What time?”

    “The first auction starts at 10 PM.” The person reporting hesitated, making Singha look up, “But our guy inside got sick, rushed to the hospital this morning.”

    “Send someone else.”

    “Who, sir…?”

    “Do we only have one officer?”

    “Well, there are many, but to get someone good-looking and fit enough to be accepted by that club is tough.”

    “Go pick someone and send them. I’ll get ready to infiltrate the auction. Have the team ready to move in for the arrest as soon as I give the word. You can go now.” Singha stood up, organizing documents on his desk before walking over to change into a black shirt, replacing his well-fitted tee.

    This time, he would lead the team to bust a human trafficking gang that had been operating under the guise of the club. They had been tracking this for months to pinpoint the auction day inside the club. Finally, they could arrest the club owner red-handed.

    It seemed taking the sick kid home would have to wait. After changing, the tanned-skinned man walked back to the nurse’s room to ask Darin to take Thup home.

    “Hey, Singha, where are you off to?”

    “Emergency work. Can you take Thup home? Is he better?”

    “Huh? Thup left about twenty minutes ago. Said he was going to find you, seemed much better, so I didn’t stop him.”

    “Find me?”

    “Yeah.” Singha frowned before hurrying outside. “Lieutenant, have you seen Thup?” he asked a subordinate passing by.

    “No.”

    “Where did he go?” It took nearly ten minutes to search for the missing kid, until Singha remembered the order he had just given to the new officer. “No way…”

    The clamor from inside the downtown club spilled outside. This two-story club had a bar and dance floor on the first floor for nightlife enthusiasts. The second floor catered to VIPs or those seeking privacy for more risqué activities. Only a few knew that past the kitchen wasn’t an exit but a secret red room used for human auctions, not just for pleasure or to indulge dark desires, but for the outright sale of willing and unwilling people for whatever purpose the buyer desired.

    “Here’s the last one, just arrived.”

    “Looking good, huh, the body’s not bad either, definitely high priced, have you checked the background yet?”

    “All done, just an artist.”

    “Okay, okay, take him to get dressed before the event starts.”

    Thup was pushed into a large, dimly lit red room. Before this, he had just woken up feeling better than before and hurriedly went to tell the older man. But suddenly, a policeman told him he was suitable for a job, as per the director’s orders, then dragged him to fit various devices and briefed him on the plan. Though he was somewhat confused, seeing that it was the older man’s case, he was ready to help. Besides, it didn’t seem that difficult… or did it?

    Amid the twinkling lights in the dark red room, people in elegant attire began to take their seats at the tables. Sharp eyes glanced around without focusing on anything in particular. Strong brandy was poured down his throat to ease the irritation upon learning that today’s informant was someone clueless like this artist.

    “Can I sit with you? If you’re not with anyone.”

    Singha glanced at the smaller man; that delicate face seemed entirely out of place here, and his hips…

    “Please.” The brandy was poured into the glass once more. The invitation was accepted, with the young man sitting squarely on Singha’s sturdy lap, his round buttocks pressing down without pretense.

    “Thought I’d bid here, but this spot has much more interesting things.” The fair hand stroked along the chest peeking from the shirt.

    “Interesting to that extent, huh?”

    “Yes, I’m interested… so much so that we could do it right now.” said the plump lips teasingly, edging closer to Singha until there was barely a few centimeters left between them.

    “Huh, put that cute butt of yours down nicely, the auction is about to start. And I have something important to retrieve.” Singha used his glass to keep some distance before lifting the child from his lap to sit beside him. He admitted to himself that the small person was quite to his liking… if it were before, but now, there’s only one person who can make him feel like he’s in heaven even while still in bed.

    “Good morning, honored guests, how has everyone been for the past month? We are very pleased that many of you are still interested and have joined the auction again…” As the host professionally conducted the event, the sharp gaze swept around once more, noticing that the doors were now closed. Guards in black suits began to encircle the area, “Let’s start with the first auction item, shall we?”

    When the auction began, the lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a soft glow spotlighting the stage. An iron cage large enough for a person was wheeled out. Inside, a young woman with a graceful figure, dressed in revealing attire, sat crying.

    “A poor little girl. She ran away from home and has been at the shelter for only a week. Both her skin and figure are quite appealing, aren’t they? Because of this, the starting bid will be… five hundred thousand baht!!”

    “Six hundred thousand.”

    “Eight hundred and fifty thousand.”

    “Nine hundred thousand.”

    The bidding proceeded amidst the excited chatter of the attendees, the effects of alcohol and drugs becoming more pronounced as the night deepened. Not even the person next to him was exempt, hands wandering until Singha rolled his eyes. He could call in the arrest team now, but that would only catch the small fry, the big boss would appear only when the auction concluded, so Singha had to grit his teeth and bear it.

    “Let’s go outside.” The sweet voice whispered into the ear of the young policeman, who today played the role of a nightlife enthusiast.

    “I’m busy.”

    “Now, for our final piece. For those who’ve gotten a little something, why not try this one too? This item is hot off the press, and surely anyone who sees it will be interested.” said the host as a young man chained at both hands made Singha push away the hand of the child beside him, “Wow, with those gleaming eyes and cheering, it’s going to be a fierce competition. So, we’ll start at… one million baht!!!”

    “One million five hundred thousand.”

    “One million nine hundred thousand.”

    “Two million.”

    Thup squinted due to the glaring lights. He could barely see below; his black slacks were unlike any he’d ever worn.

    “Two million five.” After being dressed in a blood-red shirt, his hair was styled to expose his forehead.

    The bidding and prices grew increasingly fierce, especially as the man in black revealed Thup’s pale, muscular chest. The auction’s price soared.

    “Four million.”

    “Ten million! And if anyone touches that kid, they’ll regret it.”

    A stern voice amid the crowd caught everyone’s attention, including Thup. He recognized that voice well; a slender hand tried to shield his eyes to see the man below the stage clearly.

    “Ten million once, ten million twice…”

    “Fifteen million.” Singha, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance, had brought the kid into this mess and now faced further trouble. His sharp eyes noticed the white skin around the wrist cuffs turning red. “Sorry, I just happen to like this one.” said the young tycoon in a crisp white shirt, his smoky gray hair approaching, standing almost as tall as Singha, who looked at Thup with a mocking gaze, escalating the tension.

    “Twenty.”

    “Fifteen million plus twenty baht?”

    “Twenty million.” Thup was left agape at his beloved’s extravagance. He hadn’t made that much money in nearly ten years of work.

    “What’s this? He’s not even your type.”

    “Is he a cockroach under your bed or something, knowing so much?”

    “Twenty-five million.”

    “Thirty million.”

    “You don’t look like you have that kind of money.”

    The young man’s gaze swept Singha from head to toe.

    “Forty.”

    “You must be crazy.”

    “Fifty.”

    “Pfft, this kid isn’t worth that much.”

    The other’s defeated stance prompted the auctioneer to begin counting again.

    “Fifty million once, fifty million twice… fifty million three times!!! The winner is VIP table fourteen!!” As the officials came to unlock Thup’s handcuffs, Singha immediately reached up to help him off the stage and back to their table.

    “Shh, don’t say anything.” Singha whispered, audible only to the two of them.

    When they arrived at the table, the previously adorable young man smiled sweetly at Singha again, his delicate hand caressing the tanned, muscular chest before being brushed away by the newcomer.

    “Just an auction item, and you dare swat my hand away?” The displeased tone made Singha shield Thup.

    “Quiet.” The stern voice caused the young heir to sulk back to his table in frustration.

    “How could you let him touch you like that?” Now alone, Thup immediately wrapped his arms around Singha’s waist with a look of dissatisfaction.

    “We’re working. Let’s not blow our cover.”

    “I’m jealous.”

    “I’m more jealous.” Singha glanced at the sullen boy beside him before taking off his own jacket to drape it over Thup.

    “Are you really going to pay that much for me?”

    “Yeah, if I have to.”

    “I’m not worth that much.”

    “You’re worth more than that.” Under the table, a pair of hands were clasped together. Despite their stern faces, “All units, get ready. The target is now inside.”

    [Understood.]

       “In two minutes, the police will raid this place. Keep your head down.” Singha leaned close to Thup’s ear to whisper, but before pulling away, he planted a light kiss on his earlobe. “You look hot today. Makes me want to drag you to bed.”

    “But you said we’re working.” Thup tilted his head towards Singha, his face flushed.

    “Still got time to flirt a little.” Singha gently pressed Thup’s head down into his lap, covering him.

    Bang!!!

    “This is the police, everyone down on the ground! You are under arrest for human trafficking and illegal business operations!” Police stormed in, though there was resistance, it wasn’t overly violent.

    “Stay here.” Seeing someone trying to escape, Singha dashed to intercept, his long, slender leg under his black slacks striking into the fleeing man’s midsection, making him smirk as he glanced back at Thup.

    “Yo…you.” The man groaned and collapsed as the cocky kid from earlier was indeed the one facing him.

    “Mine. If I say don’t look, you don’t have the right to look. If I say don’t touch, you don’t have the right to touch. Remember that.” Singha handcuffed him before standing to direct his subordinates.

    The arrest this time was a success, managing to capture not only the club owner but also dozens of bidders. Tomorrow, when the news breaks, this place will be permanently shut down. Similarly, the victims who were auctioned off will regain their freedom once the legal process is complete.

    “Umm… Director, I’m really sorry for using your boyfriend as bait!!!” The words tumbled out so fast they were barely intelligible, prompting a glance around.

    “Don’t let there be a next time.” Singha said, leading his boyfriend away from the area. After getting into the car, he drove straight home without a word the entire way. Not out of anger, not out of moodiness, but because he was pondering what to do with the young man beside him.

    “Phii Singha, talk to me first.” Singha said, preparing to head upstairs for a shower after a long day, but the younger man grabbed his wrist first.

    “I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

    “Are you mad at me?”

    “Shouldn’t I be asking if you’re mad? You’ve been hurt, used for who knows what, and then there were those looks and words.” He had heard the rough words and seen the leering looks directed at Thup, which soured his mood just listening.

    “I ain’t mad at all. Plus, I barely saw or heard anything up there.” Thup said, grasping Singha’s irritated face before kissing the bridge of his nose gently. “But I did hear you bid fifty million for me, though you didn’t actually pay.”

    “I’m a cop, not a drug dealer. Where would I get that kind of money?”

    “But since you won the auction, is there something you want from me?”

    Singha looked at Thup’s charming face, not surprised that anyone who saw it would fall for him, with his fair skin and muscular body.

    Singha didn’t waste any time. He pushed Thup onto the sofa and straddled him, discarding his black shirt to the side. Their lips met again, more passionately than before. The lingering bitterness of the sour plum in Singha’s mouth seemed to intoxicate Thup as well.

    “You look good today.”

    “And other days?” Thup asked coyly, but his hands did the opposite, reaching into Singha’s pants to squeeze his firm buttocks.

    “Another day, you look like a good boy.” Singha unbuttoned Thup’s suit, leaning in to kiss along his neck, “But today, it seems like I can really have you.”

    Singha wasn’t wrong at all, because the pitch-black hair styled to perfection, the sharpened facial features, the silver earrings, and necklace all matched Thup perfectly, and it was insanely hot in his opinion.

    “Thup, you always tell me to take it easy.”

    Thup kissed Singha’s chest before slipping his hand into his waistband.

    “Then don’t be gentle today, do it as hard as you want.”

    “So, should I dress like this every day?” Thup tilted his head, asking while Singha was trying to unbutton his pants while sitting on the floor.

    “Don’t even think about it.” Singha used his teeth to unzip, revealing the dark underwear he had bought himself.

    “I won’t be able to go to work.” was all he said.

    After that, the house turned into a love battlefield, filled with moans and heavy breathing, the sounds of flesh against flesh, and wet kisses echoing throughout the house well into the next morning.

      

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 49: Twenty-six Years of Service

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 49: Twenty-six Years of Service

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 49: Twenty-six Years of Service

    Thup wakes up again with pain all over his body, the sunlight fades into darkness. He sits up, looks at himself, and sighs deeply. The ring he had been saving for months to buy is gone. The gift he was going to give to his older lover is no more. If he were to buy a new one, it would take months to save up again. But if he keeps dwelling on this, it would worry Singha too.

    “Sigh” Thup sits dejectedly by the bed before taking a deep breath and smiling to dispel the gloom in his heart.

    The young man tries to support himself downstairs to find the older man, but downstairs is just emptiness. His spirits drop even lower, thinking he has angered the older man.

    The sound of the door opening catches Thup’s attention, and when he sees Singha entering with many bags in hand, his sadness turns back to joy as before.

    “Why are you down here?”

    “Where did you go, Phii?”

    “Went to buy something to eat, my chef is out of commission, what are we going to eat?” Singha said, placing an abundance of food on the dining table, more than enough for one meal. He reached out gently to stroke Thup’s cheek before nudging the young man to sit down.

    “I can make something simple to eat.”

    “Just eat.” Singha kissed the soft tuft of hair before walking to sit opposite him.

    The young inspector watched the boy in front of him take out the food one item at a time, grumbling intermittently as was his nature. Before this, Thup had spent both day and night drawing, without taking a break. At that time, he understood that the kid was probably bored staying at home, not thinking he was trying to save money for something else.

    “So, shall we eat, Thup? You’ve been sleeping for so long, I didn’t know if you’d be hungry, or still are.”

    “Uh, sit here, I’ll get my own plate.”

    After a simple dinner, Thup moved to the living room to open his laptop, preparing to take on more work. He was determined to work more this time to save money quickly, but before he could even log into a page, his screen was closed by someone who had just finished washing the dishes.

    “Let’s talk.”

    “Y…yes.” Thup was intimidated by his older man’s serious demeanor. It wasn’t that the previous incident had truly angered Singha, who then sat in the guest seat and held Thup’s hand. He knew the boy wouldn’t talk about the ring, work, or money, so he wouldn’t press him either.

    “Is the wound hurting?”

    “Not much anymore. Just a little pain.”

    “Good.”

    “Phii Singha… are you angry with me? Angry because I misbehaved?”

    “Not angry.”

    “I didn’t really mean to ignore you, didn’t mean to be rude to you, hic.”

    “Thup, listen first.” Singha reached out to gently hold the face of the owner of those beautiful, teary eyes, with a look of shock and fear evident, likely from the incidents involving the ring and being hit by a car, which must have shaken Thup quite a bit. They needed some comforting before any more conversation.

    “Phii Singha, sniff, I am really sorry.” he continued.

    “I’m not mad, I’m not mad, but I’m worried.” Thup sobbed lightly before looking up, facing his older brother. “Rest until you’re better, whatever Thup wants to do, I can wait.”

    “Sniff, really?”.

    “Mhm. Don’t pressure yourself, no need to rush if you’re not ready. You haven’t done anything bad, you are still a good kid. No matter how you are, I’ll still love you the same, understand?” the same person said.

    Thup’s heart skipped before beating rapidly as if playing drums. Chai lifted his slender hand to hold his older brother’s hand that was cupping his face.

    “Phii, do you love me?”

    “Of course, I do! Haven’t I ever told you?” The familiar pronouns returned quickly when the older brother felt something wasn’t right. Thup laughed softly before leaning into the rough but warm hand.

    “Never, sniff, you’ve never told me.”

    Singha pressed his lips together. Reflecting, he realized he always heard Thup expressing his feelings to him, but he never reciprocated. Not even once. No wonder the kid in front of him felt insecure in this relationship.

    “Listen, you little pup, even if you’re snotty, stubborn, or something weird happens, more than seeing a ghost, I still love you, got it? I won’t let you go just because you’re down for a few days, damn it. I’m thirty-five, you know, finding a young boyfriend is hard.”

    Thup lunged into a hug as soon as the older man finished speaking, his clear tears absorbed by the broad shoulder, disappearing, and all discomfort was healed as well.

    “Stop crying now. Or you’ll have puffy eyes for the merit-making tomorrow.” Singha said, gently rubbing the broad back before planting several kisses on the temple of the child in his embrace. “Shall we go to bed?”

    “Yes, I will hug you all night.”

    After showering and changing into sleepwear. On the bed that was once empty, now two people lay cuddling under a large blanket.

    “Hey, Thup, don’t be naughty.” Singha warned as the kid who was snuggling into his chest began kissing his bare torso.

    “Will you go to work tomorrow, Phii?” Thup looked up at his older companion with sparkling eyes.

    “Nope, not working.”

    “Really?”

    “Or maybe I’m just lying.”

    “If you have something really urgent, you should go do it. I will be fine.”

    “I’ve already taken the day off to come take care of this pup for a day.” Singha stroked Thup’s back gently before slowly closing his eyes. Thup, feeling the steady breath and heartbeat of his companion, also closed his eyes, a small smile forming on Singha’s face.

    “Mister pup, you have wrecked everything.”

    Early next morning, Thup woke up because the warmth from last night was gone. His pearlescent eyelids opened to reveal brown eyes teasing the sunlight streaming through the curtain gap.

    Thup slowly pushed himself up, trying to get out of bed. The wounds all over his body started to sting this morning, causing him to groan softly from the soreness and pain. The young man hobbled to the bedroom door, and upon reaching downstairs, he found three people arguing in the kitchen.

    “Singha, you didn’t buy enough stuff.” Darin said while packing food into bags.

    “That’s all there was.”

    “Clearly, you don’t go to the temple to make merit often.” Say said before popping a peeled mango into his mouth.

    “Say, that’s for the monks!!” Darin slapped Say’s hand hard, followed by a shout.

    “Phii Singha.” a voice from the stairs halted the small brawl. “Phii Say, Phii Rin, good morning.”

    “Still able to walk, huh? Singha was too gentle.”

    “Oh dear, Nong Thup of mine, does it hurt a lot? Look, it’s just scratches.” Darin walked over, approached Thup, and comforted him greatly.

    “I’m fine now, thanks. But what are you guys doing here so early?”

    “Just messing around.” Singha answered before going over to fix Thup’s hair into place.

    “I came to visit you, and since I saw we were going to make merit this morning, I came along to help, because Singha looks more like he’s going to rob a temple than make merit.” said Darin, sticking her tongue out at Singha, who was on the other side of the young man in the middle.

    “Thanks, everyone.”

    “Happy birthday, Nong Thup, may your twenty-sixth year be filled with complete happiness.” Darin blessed him before handing over a white gift box.

    “Thank you, Phi Darin.”

    “Open it, open it!” Singha helped Thup sit on the sofa before letting him chat with Darin while he himself moved the merit-making items into the car. Inside the gift box were amulets and talismans from both domestic and international sources; some items Thup didn’t even recognize.

    “Here’s mine.” Say handed a large bag to Thup before walking back to sit at the same spot.

    “Thank you, Phii Say.” Thup opened it carefully, not knowing what was inside, but when he saw the contents, his fair face immediately flushed.

    The bag was packed full of various types of condoms. Say raised his eyebrows at him before turning to look at someone who had just walked through the door.

    “What are you looking at?” Singha asked his young boyfriend.

    “Uh… nothing.” Thup quickly hid everything behind his back. “I’ll go take a shower and change, then, I’ll be right back so we can go to the temple.” He limped upstairs immediately, taking his gifts with him.

    “What did you give him to make him blush like that?”

    “Something essential.”

    “Which is?”

    “You’ll find out soon, did the officer find what you asked for?”

    “Not yet.”

    “And if they don’t find it, what then?”

    “We’ll just buy a new one.”

    “Singha’s friend is really nice, isn’t he, Say? His young lover lost a ring because it dropped in the drain. He could buy ten new ones, but instead, he hires someone to look for it because he’s worried his lover might overthink.” Darin walks over, puts her arm around Singha’s shoulder, teasing about last night’s events. They got a call in the middle of the night from their friend saying there was an emergency across from the mall. Initially worried about what might happen next, turns out, their friend just wanted help finding a ring, huh!

    “And after making merit, where are we going? I’ve already booked a restaurant.”

    “You guys go ahead. Thup doesn’t look like he’s in any condition to go anywhere else, I’ll probably take him home.”

    “I want to have a party.” Darin leans on Singha’s muscular arm, bored. She has to go back and sulk at the station again.

    “Let’s wait until he feels better.”

    After waiting for a while because Thup had to be careful with his hand and leg injuries, the four of them finally arrived at a temple not far from home around eleven o’clock.

    Singha supported Thup through all the merit-making activities: praying, releasing fish, doing everything for his birthday until they were done.

    “Did you take your medicine?”

    “Yes, I did.”

    “Where do you want to go next?” Before they sat down to eat together at the nearby restaurant.

    “Normally on my birthday, I just make merit and then go back to my room to work. I’m not sure what else to do. Are you guys bored?”

    “Oh, my dear Nong Thup, this year you have rich Singha with you. Whatever you want to do, just do it, darling. His leg hair won’t fall out, peel it if you want to.” Darin said, snuggling into Thup’s shoulder, rubbing back and forth, eliciting laughter from the entire table. [1] leg hair falling means becoming poor

    “Thank you, everyone, for being with me today and for all the blessings.” Today, there are people…

    “Singha, pass me some tissues, I’m going to cry, my son’s life has been so tough and solitary, so lonely, you know.”

    “Go on, Rin, back to work, let them have their romantic moment.” Say stands up from the table, then grabs Darin by the collar to make him stand up too. “Happy birthday, Thup.”

    “Singha, take good care of my son!!” Darin shouts as Say drags her out, covering his mouth.

    Singha looks at Thup, who is smiling and laughing brightly. Today’s plans for outings and the fancy rooftop restaurant fell apart, but Singha didn’t feel bad about it because the ultimate goal was to see this kid’s smile, and he saw it.

    Both returned home in the afternoon. Thup, exhausted due to his injuries making usual activities more strenuous, sits down on the sofa. The cool sensation on his cheek makes Thup open his eyes.

    “Want to go upstairs to sleep?”

    “No, I’ll just sleep here. I want to stay with you too.”

    “I need to go out for a bit.” Thup’s face fell immediately upon hearing that his older brother would go out, today of all days, “I’ll be back soon, just need to get something.”

    “Okay.” Singha kisses his forehead, picks up his car and motorcycle keys.

    “You could go up, take a shower, and rest. I know you’re tired.”

    “When will you be back?”

    “Not long.” The young man sighs, Thup watches the older man’s back until he’s out of sight, feeling a bit disappointed thinking they would spend the entire day together. He gets up again, holding onto the stair railing to go up to the bedroom for a shower, to wash off the stickiness and the heat from his body. Once done, Thup walks to the room across. He opens the door to the room used for storing important things and sits down on the sofa the older man bought for him.

    The beautiful pair of eyes looked towards the picture frame in the cabinet, a painting of his mother both from memory and what he had seen. Thup took over a month to complete this painting, and now it resides in this frame. It’s the only thing he has to remember her by.

    “Mom, today is Thup’s birthday, your son is now twenty six years old. Thup has a job that he likes. Even though it doesn’t earn much, it’s enough for Thup to live without hardship. Oh, and Phii Singha takes really good care of me, I don’t know what life would be like without him. Did you know, Mom, before, Thup never wanted his birthday to come because it reminded him every time that he never had the chance to thank the person who brought him into the world. But now, Thup doesn’t think like that anymore.” Thup smiled as he looked at his painting, the once wary and lonely eyes now gone, replaced only by eyes filled with remembrance and gratitude. “Thank you, Mom, thank you for giving Thup the chance to open his eyes to this world. Thup loves you, Mom.”

    About an hour passed until he fell asleep from exhaustion. Nothing exciting happened.

    Thup spent his birthday telling stories as if it were any other ordinary day. Nothing interesting. He didn’t know who to spend time with because he only had himself. He woke up early to make merit, came back to draw in his room, ate a convenience store cake, and went to bed early so the day would pass quickly. For twenty-five years, it was always like that.

    Except this year…

    Singha returned home around seven in the evening, expecting to be quick but due to unforeseen events, he had to rush around Bangkok to get what he needed. The completely dark house made him frown. Normally, no matter how late, Thup would leave the lights on.

    “Thup, where are you?” Singha put everything down on the table before turning on the lights to brighten up the house. “Or perhaps he’s asleep?”

    Singha went upstairs to the bedroom looking for his loved one but found only emptiness. His heart began to tremble until he opened another door and saw the young man curled up on the sofa. It seemed Thup had come to talk to his mom again as usual. Singha crouched down in front of him before waking Thup up.

    “Thup, hey Thup.”

    “Mmm.”

    “If you’re going to sleep, go sleep in the room properly, or you’ll end up with a sore back.”

    “When did you get back, Phii? Thup didn’t hear anything.”

    “Just got back. Are you hungry, or more sleepy?”

    “Before my birthday passes, can we have a meal together, maybe watch a movie? I want to spend time with you today.” The still sleepy beautiful eyes made Singha feel affectionate, prompting him to gently peck his cheek.

    “There’s something better than eating, get up quickly.”

    “Where are we going?”

    “To spend time together.” Singha led Thup by the hand to his rarely used luxury sports car. “Wait in the car, I’ll go get some stuff.”

    Thup was puzzled by the older man’s actions but complied and sat in the car as instructed. Not long after, Singha returned with a large bouquet of white lilies and a big bag.

    “Take this.” Singha handed the bouquet to Thup and placed the bag in the back seat. “What’s this?” Thup hugged the bouquet with a smile.

    “You’ve planned many times. So this time, I won’t think too much and just do it.”

    Thup tilted his head at the older man, completely confused by the current situation, until Singha drove out of the neighborhood towards an unfamiliar route.

    “Phii, where are we going?”

    “This year, we’re not staying at home for your birthday. No more staying cooped up in the room.”

    After about two hours, they arrived at a luxurious hotel on a mountain, under a sky full of stars, with the cool night air and a serene atmosphere accompanied only by the sounds of insects and forest creatures. Singha went to check-in at the hotel before returning to the car. Thup, sitting beside him, bit his lips together. He was excited, happy, confused, and bewildered all at once.

    The car moved again to an unknown location, the complex path making Thup look at the older man’s profile with sparkling eyes. Soon, the car that had been moving came to a complete stop in the darkness.

    “Phii Singha… I have no idea what we’re about to do.”

    “Celebrating a birthday, huh?” Singha got out of the car first, carried some things from the back, and then helped Thup walk through the grass.

    In front of Thup was a large tent, with two folding chairs and a table, matching set, but that wasn’t what made his eyes sparkle. It was the view of the intricate mountain ranges under the vast sky and thousands of stars.

    “Tonight, we sleep here. I’ve got a deal with the hotel.”

    “Phii…”

    “Initially, I planned to take you out for dinner, but you hurt your leg first. When I saw you feeling down about your birthday, I thought it would be better to broaden your horizons.” Singha sat down on the mat he just laid out. Luckily, the wind wasn’t strong today, so setting things up was somewhat manageable. “Come sit here.”

    Thup smiled before limping to sit next to his older brother. Despite the slight difficulty, his heart was pounding with excitement. A fragrant lily was placed beside him before Thup hugged Singha full of love.

    “You like it, don’t you?”

    “Yes, I love it. It’s the best birthday for me.”

    “Happy birthday, Thup. May your increasing age bring more happiness. The past can’t be changed; I couldn’t be there for your childhood or on your previous birthdays or during tough times, but for now and the future, I’ll be with you as long as you want.”

    “I don’t want anything from you, Phii Singha, all I need is you.”

    “Want to blow out the candles and make a wish?”

    “Is there one?”

    “Who do you think I am? It’s me.” Singha pulled away to bring out a big cake, lit the candles with a lighter, and held it in front of Thup, winking. “Go on.”

    “I love you, Phii Singha, really loves you a lot.”

    “Is that your wish then?”

    “Because I only wanted this much.” Thup gently stroked his older brother’s cheek before blowing out the candles completely.

    “So modest, huh?”

    “May I kiss you now, Phii?”

    “Not yet.” Singha took out a black velvet box from his coat pocket and offered it to the young man in front of him. “Your old one is lost. Use this one instead.”

    Thup tilted his head slightly before accepting and opening it. Inside were two plain silver rings, making Thup’s eyes widen instantly. They looked just like the one he had lost!

    “Do you know how hard it was for me to find out which shop and style you bought from?” Before he could finish his sentence, the young man leaped towards the older man, forgetting the pain in his foot. Both fell onto the mat with their lips pressed tightly together, leaving no gap. Thup gently kissed to part the older man’s lips, and once he succeeded, he slipped his tongue inside, savoring the sweetness thoroughly like an expert.

    A gentle breeze passed by them as if in celebration, the scent of flowers filling the air, enhancing the special atmosphere of this night many times over. Singha watched the face of the young man above him without looking away. He couldn’t tell whether the stars or Thup’s eyes were more beautiful at that moment.

    “Live happily, that’s all I ask.” Singha said, while caressing the clear cheek.

    “All of my happiness is you.”

    “Same here.” Thup leaned his face into Singha’s hand before taking out one of the rings.

    “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, truly, thank you for everything.”

    “I can’t wear it because I have to go work on cases; it might get lost. I will wear this necklace instead.” Singha handed a silver chain to Thup who threaded the ring onto the chain and then put it around the older man’s neck. The young man nodded in understanding.

    Singha, watching every move of the person above him, could only bite his lip tightly. Throughout his life, he had never done anything like this. Never. Not even had anyone do this to him. It was no wonder his usually dull heart would beat faster. He picked up the ring from the box and slid it onto the finger of the young man above him, his thick lips kissing the knuckle before looking up to meet his eyes.

    “Blessings given. Cake blown. Gifts received. There’s one more thing you probably want.”

    “What is it?” Thup asked, kissing his older brother’s neck incessantly, his smile widening as he looked at the necklace and ring on his neck.

    “Another gift.”

    Inside a large tent spacious enough for two men to sleep comfortably, Singha was pressing Thup to sit down before straddling his lap and starting to strip off his own clothes until only his tanned, bare body remained, beautiful, just like the young man whose clothes had been removed by his older brother earlier.

    “Phii Singha…” Thup’s heart beat faster than if he had jumped off a cliff, because now his older brother was stroking his core with his warm hands, “Ugh, Phii, this, ah, someone might come.”

    “Just focus on me.”

    Thup lifted his face to receive the kiss Singha offered, their lips sucking at each other insatiably.

    Once Singha was sure the hardened core in his hand was ready, he lifted his knees and pressed himself down onto Thup’s core. Due to rushing out from home, he had neither gel nor condoms to help lubricate, so Singha gritted his teeth against the pain and tightness, similar to Thup who was on the brink of climax just from watching the older man on top.

    “Phii Singha, ugh, you’ll hurt yourself.” Thup looked up at the older man with concern, his slender hands tightly gripping the older man’s waist.

    “It’s okay.” Singha whispered, resting on Thup’s shoulder, embracing the neck of the boy in front of him tightly, his rear slowly lowering until it engulfed the erect core little by little. The moans beside his ear told Singha that Thup was also struggling to hold back. “Good boy, ah. If you cum, it will be easier.”

    At that, Thup’s body jolted immediately, the warmth inside making Singha smirk. The newfound slickness made the passage smoother, allowing Thup’s core to slide in almost fully.

    “Phii Singha…”

    “Do you want your gift?”

    Thup looked into the sparkling eyes of his older partner, his face slightly flushed, before deciding to grab Singha’s waist and press down until he was fully inside. The recipient, experiencing a jolt at the right spot, was momentarily paralyzed but wide-eyed from the sudden intensity, as this time, he was the one taking charge.

    “I am going to accept this great gift.” The twenty-five-year-old transformed, proudly becoming a twenty-six-year-old wolf.

    Thup spread the tan cheeks apart and nibbled at the sensitive bud on the chest, firm and caring. Singha, almost blank-minded from the overwhelming sensation, dug his nails into Thup’s back, leaving long marks. He moved rhythmically, his hips rising and falling with the surge of passion, the sound of flesh against flesh mingling with the sound of passionate kisses. Each time he lowered himself, Thup’s core hit the sweet spot, eliciting an involuntary moan.

    “Ah! Right there, Thup, ah, harder, good boy.”

    “Do you like it, Phii? Do you like it deep like this?” Thup pressed down on his partner’s waist, ensuring he felt every inch, his soft lips kissing all over the neck and chest affectionately.

    “Yes, mmm, just like that, damn good, ah!” Singha was flipped onto the dark bedsheet, his glazed eyes watching his lover in ecstasy. His brown hair in disarray, his body marked with love bites and scratches, feeling the rhythmic thrusts, his feet now pressed against Thup’s chest, driving him nearly insane with desire.

    “You’re amazing, Phii, the best, Phii Singha.” Thup thrust his hips, striking the round behind repeatedly, and kissed the sole of his partner’s foot without hesitation.

    “Thup, ah, I’m close.”

    “Ready with me, okay?” Singha nodded frantically, not fully comprehending but lost in the rhythm of the thrusts.

    Thup lifted his partner’s hips to align perpendicularly with his own, thrusting rapidly, barely allowing a breath. The bedsheet was crumpled under their intensity, but they paid no mind. The tight channel squeezing signaled they were both close to climax.

    “Ugh! Phii Singh”

    “Ahhh!” White fluid splattered across the abdomen, as well as inside Singha, where love’s essence began to trickle out.

    The sound of both their panting breaths was the only thing audible right now. Before they could even recover from the first round, Singha was flipped onto the bed, and soon, a young dog mounted him from behind.

    “Taking a break first?” Singha asked with a hoarse voice.

    “Will I still get this gift after midnight?”

    Singha chuckled lightly before turning his face to kiss the mischievous young dog, who was almost turning into a wolf. But no matter what Thup turned into… he was still the one holding the leash around this dog’s neck.

    “The gift is only for tonight.” Singha whispered, playfully nibbling on a reddened ear. “As for me, you can have me anytime.”

    Thup buried his face into Singha’s shoulder to hide his blushing. As they say, no matter how fierce, a pup is still a pup, how could it ever win against its master?

     

    Final Case Phrase: Case Closed.

       ‘A distressing incident occurred last night; at 3 AM villagers heard several consecutive gunshots. Upon investigation, the police went there and found six bodies at the scene, all from the same family. The police believe it to be a mass murder, with bullet trajectories indicating that the perpetrator was Pratipat, the head of the family. Villagers mentioned that about two weeks prior, the perpetrator had arguments with his family and exhibited unusual behavior, but no one expected such a tragic event…’

       Thup walked towards the television upon hearing the news being broadcast, his brows furrowing as he listened to the report. Something made him feel inexplicably anxious, but the ringing of his phone on the dining table distracted him first.

    “Hello, Phii Singha?”

    [What are you doing?]

       “Making lunch, what about you, have you eaten yet?” Thup asked the caller before turning off the TV.

    [Not yet.]

       “Why haven’t you eaten yet? Are you that busy with work?”

    [Waiting for my baby to bring it.]

       “Huh?”

    [Are you free? Come by the station, I need your help with something.]

       “For you, I am always free.”

    [Heh, after five years, you’re still flirting with me?]

       “Flirting with my boyfriend every day is cute.” Thup laughed clearly before walking to pack the food he made into a box. “Then, I’ll bring lunch for you too.”

    [Drive safely, okay?]

       After hanging up, Thup prepared everything, turned off the lights in the house, and drove straight to the police station where Singha worked.

    Their five-year relationship had been smooth. Thup was happy every day, just like Singha. As he approached his thirties, Singha was moving into his forties. Life changed constantly each year.

    The first year, he worked out until now he was almost as built as his partner.

    The second year, Singha quit smoking decisively, even though he complained all the time.

    The third year, he learned to drive and got his license, so he could drop his partner at work or go shopping by himself.

    The fourth year, he saved enough money to take Singha abroad to celebrate his birthday, although ultimately, his partner transferred the money back into his account.

    And at the beginning of the fifth year, Singha had just been promoted due to his years of hard work.

    But the one thing that never changed was that Thup remained the good kid of Phii Singha and loved his partner more each day.

    Thup arrived at the station in less than half an hour. He greeted everyone he knew before heading straight to the office of the station’s director.

    Knock, knock, knock.

    “Phii Singha, I am coming in.”

    “Come on in.” came the permission. Thup opened the door and entered, smiling at the person sitting at the desk.

    “I’ve missed you so much, Phii.” said Thup as he walked in.

    “Overdoing it, pup. We’ve only been apart for less than twenty-four hours.” he said, hugging Singha and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

    “It must be because I love you so much, that’s why I miss you a lot.” said Thup making Singha laugh softly before ruffling Thup’s hair like he always does.

    “Do you need Thup’s help with something?”

    “Today, someone came to report a case of indecent intrusion into their home. The victim saw the culprit’s face but couldn’t catch him because he escaped. We need to bring him in for prosecution, but the sketch artist is on sick leave, and no one else can really handle the program well, and then the drawing skills…” Singha shuffled through a pile of papers to show Thup, revealing a sketch where the face, nose, and mouth were clear but unidentifiable due to the messy lines, making Thup burst into laughter.

    “Hahaha, now I get why you called me here.”

    “You can eat first; she’ll be back in a bit.”

    “Let’s eat together. I brought extra.”

    Singha looked at his younger lover, who cheerfully presented the dishes he prepared. He stood up to his full height, leaning over the desk to corner Thup, “Don’t…don’t you like it?”

    “I’d rather eat you than the food.” Singha said, immediately kissing the soft lips. They playfully teased each other with their tongues, but before things could escalate, Singha pulled away reluctantly.

    “Full now?”

    “Have some food, you’ll get a stomachache otherwise.” Thup kissed the tip of his partner’s nose with a hint of mischief, “And then you can have me for dessert.”

    “Who taught you to speak like that?”

    “you, Phii.”

    Laughter echoed throughout the once tense office. Singha always thought of Thup like the sun; wherever he went, he brought brightness. And it was truly like that.

    Lunchtime was filled with chatter about both everyday matters and today’s encounters. No matter how trivial, Thup was eager to share, and Singha was just as happy to listen. After a simple lunch, the young man led Thup down to the interrogation room to meet the victim in question.

    “Hello, Khun Kan. This is the person I mentioned this morning.”

    “Hello. My name is Thup.” The introduction of both ended.

    “Uh… hello.” They made acquaintances and talked for a bit. Then, Thup began sketching the suspect as described by the woman in front of him.

    As he sketched, Thup noticed a dark hand slowly appearing on the shoulder of the unfortunate girl. The young man quickly looked down at the floor, then glanced towards the observation mirror, certain that Singha was watching from behind it.

    “Kan, can you tell me… how many times has this happened?”

    “This is the first time I’ve seen his face, but there have been two or three times where I felt like I wasn’t alone.”

    “Recently, Khun Kan, have you… brought anything new into your home?”

    “Pardon?”

    “Have you… brought in any new items or idols recently?” Thup looked up from his sketchbook, through her face, and saw a dark, looming shadow behind her, gradually taking a clear shape.

    A large, burly man. Bald, with wide, menacing red eyes, his upper body bare, standing behind the unlucky woman. When Thup looked down at his sketch, he sighed because it was identical. What Kan saw was what Thup was seeing now.

    ‘This isn’t your business.’

       Singha noticed his junior’s expression and knew immediately something was off. He instructed the police officer listening in to turn off the cameras and recording devices, then walked back into the interrogation room. As his thick hand touched Thup’s shoulder, the spirit vanished instantly.

    “Earlier, Khun Kan, you mentioned that when the intruder entered your house, you were half-asleep, half-awake, right?” Singha asked again in a calm tone.

    “Y… Yes, and what you just asked…” The young woman bit her lip slightly before looking up to answer, “I just went to worship… a Ngang.”

    Thup immediately nodded in understanding before turning the sketch he drew for her to see.

    “Is this what you saw?”

    “Yes! Yes, it is!!”

    “I’ll post a wanted notice and track down the culprit. Give me a moment.” Singha said, leading Thup outside the interrogation room to discuss the events that occurred. The young man recounted what he had encountered in detail, his face filled with concern.

    “What’s a Ngang?”

    “It’s a type of Khmer amulet. Some say it’s made from the spirits of those who died violently or from water ghosts; it is used to enhance charm, popularity, and trade. But it’s a lower-tier amulet; with its benefits, there are always drawbacks.”

    “Are you saying what she saw was a ghost?”

    “What Thup saw matches the description she gave.” Singha sighed resignedly along with Thup.

    “Is it going to be dangerous?”

    “Thup thinks what she’s encountering isn’t likely to be good.”

    “You go ahead and continue discussing how to solve this. I’ll arrange for the police to watch her house, in case there might actually be a human intruder.” As Singha was about to leave, his steps halted, then he turned back, “Can you handle this, are you wearing your amulet?”

    “I am wearing it. If anything happens, Thup will run to you first.”

    “Good to know.” Singha gently ruffled his soft hair.

    When his older lover left, Thup took a deep breath to gather his courage before walking back into the room. The worried look on the young woman’s face made Thup spend some time comforting her before he started explaining things to her.

    “I… I didn’t know at all; my friend said it was good, so I just followed along and revered it.”

    “I don’t know much either, but I suggest you remove it from your house. Take it to a temple or return it to where it came from.”

    “Yes, but… how do you know this?”

    “You could call it a special ability, I guess.” Thup smiled at her with a resigned look, then chatted with her a bit more while waiting for the older man to come back and handle the rest of the situation.

    Even though he knew why, Singha didn’t take the warning from the unfortunate lightly. He arranged for officers to watch the front of the house in case anything happened or if there was a real human culprit, to prevent any serious harm.

    After wrapping up the case, Thup came to sit in the office waiting for Singha. He looked at a framed photo on the desk with a wide smile; it was a picture of him riding on Singha’s back during their first beach trip together. Neither of their faces showed any stress or pressure, only smiles and sparkling eyes. He loved this photo so much he set it as his phone’s background too.

    “If there are any updates, let me know, okay, lieutenant?”

    “Understood.”

    When Singha walked back into the room, he saw the person waiting on the couch offering him a sweet smile.

    “How did the talk go?”

    “I told her as much as he could. The rest is up to her decision.” Singha said as he sat next to him, leaning on Thup’s shoulder and closing his eyes to rest his mind after working all day. The young man knew well how tired the older man was, so he wrapped his arm around his waist and stroked him gently in comfort. “Shall we go home, and I’ll give you a massage?”

    “You mean like the night before?”

    “Massaging like that, you’ll end up with more pain, you know.” The young man said, planting a kiss on his older lover’s forehead before letting out a soft laugh. Nowadays, he had built up some resistance to the older man’s strength, though he still ultimately lost.

    “Hmph, are you going back now, or do you want to go somewhere else?”

    “If you’re tired, I can wait to go back with you. Or tomorrow, I can drop you off.” indicating the car would be left there.

    “That works then.” Singha said, lying down to rest his head on Thup’s lap to close his eyes for a bit. Lately, he’d been so busy he hadn’t had much time for the owner of the lap.

    “Thup?”

    “Yes?”

    “This Christmas, let’s go to England.” Singha said, holding the soft hand to his chest. “Hmm? Do you want to go?”

    “Yeah, I haven’t had much time for you lately. A vacation together would be nice.”

    “You don’t have to overthink it. Every morning I wake up to see you, every night I get to sleep and hug you. That’s enough for me.” Thup gently stroked the broad chest under the white shirt. Singha took the hand wearing the ring and kissed Thup’s ring finger, as he often did.

    “We can go cuddle in bed then. I’ll book the plane tickets now, and I’ll book the hotel with my card.”

    “If you really want to go, then I will pay for it.”

    “Save your money. Use your boyfriend’s money.” Singha rolled towards Thup, snuggling into his fragrant belly.

    “You take good care of your puppy, huh.” Thup chuckled softly, stroking the older man’s head.

    “Yeah, right, otherwise it might just switch owners.” The muffled voice from the belly made Thup look down with affection.

    “Your puppy isn’t going anywhere; it loves you too much already.”

    “Fake puppy.” Singha playfully bit at the cream-colored slacks, where underneath the fabric, something was stirring. He then sat up to straddle Thup’s lap. The young man knew his role, holding the firm buttocks. Their lips seemed magnetically drawn together, but before they could touch, a knock at the door interrupted the intimate moment.

    Knock, knock, knock.

    “Who’s there!” Singha asked with a stern voice, different from before. “Excuse me, Chief, I’m here to report that we’ve delivered the victim from the home invasion case.”

    “Then get back to work.”

    “But there’s someone who came to report a purse-snatching and assault.”

    “Uh…”

    “I’ll be there soon.”

    “Under… understood.”

    Singha stood up to his full height and adjusted the young man’s shirt properly.

    “You can wait at the gym since you’re already here.”

    “But I didn’t bring any change of clothes.”

    “My locker, take some from there.” Singha tossed him a key before walking out to deal with the pending tasks that demanded his attention.

    Thup walked to the station’s gym, where previously many events had unfolded. At that time, his legs barely had the strength to stand, his mind fragile, but now he entered with determination, his back straight with no fear left. Thup chuckled softly before heading to unlock the older man’s locker with the key marked with a number.

    “Four-two-zero, four-two-zero, where is it?” Thup scanned the numbers until he reached the last cabinet. The young man unlocked it and opened it, but instead of expensive clothes or cluttered items, a bouquet of white roses fell out into his arms. Thup smiled broadly, his fangs showing, his beautiful eyes sparkling with delight, much like the person who was now standing, arms crossed, leaning against the lockers behind him, waiting for this moment.

    “You smile at the flowers more than at me.”

    Thup turned around to see behind him before walking over to wrap his arms around the older man’s waist, his smile not fading but growing even wider.

    “What’s the occasion for this?”

    “Just because. Because you recently saw a ghost without crying.” Singha raised his eyebrows teasingly at Thup. “Very brave.”

    “I just realized how much I have grown, thanks to you. Without you, I might still be stuck in old thoughts, hating birthdays, having nightmares, staying cooped up in my room, still a child living in fear.” Thup looked at Singha’s face, his eyes filled with love, respect, and gratitude. “Even though we met in a weird way, I’m really glad to have met you.”

    “That scaredy-cat kid in the forest has grown up this much.”

    “Back then, you were scared of me too.” Thup puffed his cheeks slightly before tilting his face, allowing his older brother, “You have to give a comforting kiss now.”

    “Heh, you devil dog.” Singha said as he locked Thup’s neck and kissed his cheek without holding back, making the younger one laugh out loud.

    “Thup loves Phii Singha, you know.”

    “Love you too.”

    Both leaned in for a deep kiss, not a fleeting one that’s barely felt, nor one of overwhelming passion, but a kiss full of assurance that from now on, neither would have to face fear alone. Before either would leave this world, they would stay by each other’s side.

       The old monk was right; at twenty-five, Thup would face severe trials, nearly losing his life, experiencing loss and pain. But having overcome them, it would be like the sky after rain, filled with warmth waiting for him, and Singha was that warmth and beautiful rainbow in his life.

       Singha once thought he’d live alone until death because of what he did to his sister. He was cursed to suffer in solitude, with no one to help. But today, that’s not the case anymore. He understood, let go of his feelings, not just to set Mesa free, but to free himself as well. The help and light in his life weren’t from anyone else but the kid crying in the forest that day, Thup all along.

       The sound of desperate crying back then has turned into laughter filled with happiness now.

       The sorrow of the past hasn’t disappeared but has eased.

       The important person who passed is kept in the heart and memories.

       A life that was once lonely and dark now has someone to light the way for each other.

       Ancient beliefs from long ago, praying and making vows

       To heal sickness and protect our bodies, offering intoxicating gifts in reverence.

       When offering to gods or spirits, be cautious, for words can lead to one’s demise, the human heart is hard to fathom, as the dead once said.

      

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH CHAPTERS HOME

      

  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 48: The Age of Misfortune

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 48: The Age of Misfortune

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 48: The Age of Misfortune

    It has been four months since the shocking event that many have encountered. The legal proceedings are progressing as expected, and court appearances are likewise. Thup is no longer involved in this case. Singha, on the other hand, has received praise and recognition for his work, as have the other officers involved in the case.

    A warm embrace from behind by Thup, while stirring soup in the pot, brings a smile to his face before he gently strokes the older man’s arm.

    “Won’t you sleep a bit more?”

    “I need to go sign some documents.” Singha replies with a lazy tone, despite it being his day off, he still has to go in to sign off on an operation to infiltrate a drug smuggling group. All day long with the sweet scent of the kid in front of him! He had planned to snuggle up, “So, why don’t you go take a shower first, Phii, and then come down for breakfast before leaving?”

    “I’m so sleepy I could die.” Thup says as he turns off the stove, turning to face the one leaning on his back, rubbing the bare tanned back, then planting a kiss on Singha’s cheek like every morning, “Don’t, my stubble will scratch you.”

    “Shall I shave it for you then?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Does your back hurt?” Thup slides his hand down to massage the older man’s waist gently.

    “It does.”

    “Then why don’t you skip your workout today? After signing the documents, you can come back and rest.”

    Singha buries his face into the fragrant neck, twisting to relieve the soreness from the night’s activities.

    “What time do you have to deliver the work to the client today?”

    “Noon.”

    “How will you get there?”

    “I’ll take a taxi, and stop to buy some household supplies. Do you need anything?” Thup lightly strokes the waist of the person in front of him, his gaze unchanged through the months, as loving as it was on the first day.

    “You need to practice driving already.”

    “Why’s that?”

    “It’ll be convenient when you go places, plus you’ll need to transport pictures and go shopping. My car isn’t used much, so you might as well use it.”

    “I’ll have you teach me then.” Thup said playfully, pulling the older man close before nuzzling into the strong neck marked with faint love bites.

    “Go upstairs and wait in the bathroom, I’ll come up to shave you after I clear the table.”

    “Yeah, yeah.” Singha ruffled the soft hair until it was a mess before heading upstairs.

    He removed his single pair of sweatpants and tossed them into the basket, leaving only his bare muscled body. As Singha was about to grab a towel to wrap around his lower half, he noticed his reflection in the mirror, somewhat risqué.

    “How far did that pup bite?”

    His inner thigh was covered with kisses and bite marks, more so than other spots. He didn’t know why that kid liked it so much.

    “Phii Singha, I’m coming in.”

    “Okay.” The said pup entered with a small face towel over his shoulder. Thup prepared the shaving kit and cream for the older man, all set.

    “Are you in a hurry? I’m afraid I might nick your skin.”

    “Not really in a hurry.” Singha leaned against the bathroom counter, arms folded, watching his young boyfriend apply cream to his jawline with concentration.

    In the medium-sized bathroom, two well-built men stood close, with only the sound of the razor scraping against skin and the squelch of cream filling the space.

    “Phii Singh”

    “Yes?”

    “I’m starting to feel shy with you looking at me like that.”

    “Didn’t see you being shy on the bed.” Thup paused immediately, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart; whether before or after becoming boyfriends, he could never handle Singha. “Once you’re done sending the painting, come to the station.”

    “Will do.” Thup used a clean cloth to wipe away the cream and stubble, then began shaving the other side of the face.

    “Out of cigarettes, buy some on your way.”

    “Didn’t you just open a new pack the other day?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “How about cutting down, I am worried.” Here it comes again, that change in pronouns along with the coaxing tone!

    “It’s the stress. You know how my job is.”

    “I know, but cigarettes aren’t good for your health, I want to be with you for a long time.”

    “Are you cursing me?”

    “No, I’m genuinely worried. If you can’t quit, at least cut down for me, consider it as a birthday gift for tomorrow.”

    “Tomorrow’s your birthday?” Singha furrowed his brows deeply. He wasn’t one for remembering special dates, even forgetting his own birthday; the only date he remembered well was when Mesa passed away.

    “Yes, tomorrow morning I will go to the temple to make merit, will you come with me?” Thup cleaned off the remaining cream and stubble from Singha’s face, checking for smoothness. Seeing the now clean-shaven face, the young man planted a kiss on the sharp jawline.

    “I’ll go.”

    “And will you cut down on the cigarettes too?”

    Singha rolled his eyes but allowed Thup to nuzzle into his neck freely, “I’ll try.”

    Upon hearing the response, Thup looked up and immediately beamed with delight. The young man braced his arms against the bathroom sink counter to cage his older partner in the middle, his beautiful eyes not straying from Singha before he leaned in close until their noses touched.

    “I am worried, you know.”

    “Yeah, I know. Stop being clingy; I’ll be late.” Singha said, his neck straight, moving in for a kiss from himself. His tongue gently tasted the soft lips while hooking down the waistband of the sweatpants to reveal a beautiful V-line, the result of months of working out. Singha, while entwining tongues, glanced at his handiwork with a proud smile. The towel once wrapped around his waist was now on the floor. “Buy condoms on your way back.”

    “Sure, anything else?” Thup kissed his partner’s cheek once more before stopping, regretfully ending the moment. But if they kept teasing each other, the older man really wouldn’t get to work.

    “Buy whatever you want; the card’s with you.”

    “But I don’t use it, how can I use your money when I’m living in your house? I’ll pay for it myself.” Thup said, bending down to pick up the towel and gently wrapping it around his partner’s waist again.

    “Use it, your boyfriend’s rich.”

    Laughter filled the room, brightening up the gloomy weather.

    “I want to help my boyfriend save money.” The young man kissed Singha’s nose, then smiled, “Go shower, I’ll wait downstairs.”

    “Wait.” Singha grabbed his younger partner’s shoulder before removing the towel once more. The darkened erect body part was now visible to Thup. “You did this.”

    Singha approached closer, reaching to grasp under Thup’s fabric pants, his firm hand massaging gently, transforming what was soft into hard immediately.

    “This part, I’ll handle.”

    “But you said we’re out of condoms.”

    “I’m about to shower anyway.” Singha pulled at the waistband of the young man, dragging him into the shower cubicle, pushing Thup against the wall. “We don’t need to use one.”

    “But that’s not good for your health, you know.”

    “I want it now, right now, or you won’t do it?”

    “Then let me take it out for you.” Thup pulled his older brother close until their bodies touched with no gap, greedily different from before. Their hot lips met, while Singha’s hands were sliding and pulling at the younger one’s core. The young man himself was kneading the elder man’s buttocks. Long fingers slowly inserted into the warm passage, cautiously because he had recently trimmed his nails, “It’s still soft inside, huh.”

    “Ugh. Well, you were at it non-stop last night.” Once again, the straightforward words from the elder made Thup blush all the way to his ears, “Take off your pants, it’s, ah, in the way.”

    “Your hand, mmm, is so warm.” Thup let out a soft moan before kissing Singha’s neck to please him, “You sure you can stand it, right?”

    “I can.”

    “If you can’t, tell Thup, okay?” Thup withdrew his fingers from the warm passage behind before turning Singha to face the wall. The elder knew to brace himself with both hands and slightly bent over.

    Thup gazed at the erotic sight before him with sparkling eyes: the muscular back, beautiful tattoos on tanned skin, the dimples at the waist, and the round buttocks. Everything at that moment enchanted Thup. Instead of penetrating, he knelt down and parted the older man’s cheeks to clearly see the vivid passage.

    “Thup, wait! Ah!” Singha twisted to look back, both palms clenching together to release the tingling sensation from the new touch. The young man was licking around the passage before inserting his tongue inside, the moistness and the flickering tongue made him grip the wall tightly, feeling his legs weaken almost to the point of collapse. The more Thup squeezed and kneaded his buttocks, the closer Singha felt to paradise, “Thup, ugh, it’s tingling, ah! Bab, don’t lick.”

    Thup paused, then withdrew his tongue, looking up at the older man with gleaming eyes. The new term of endearment made him want to jump for joy. Thup stood up and hugged the older man tightly. Their rapid breathing and the white fluid on the floor indicated how much pleasure Singha had just experienced.

    “Do you like it?”

    “No.”

    “Do you like it when I do it for you?”

    “I said no.”

    Thup gently nibbled on the older man’s ear before rubbing himself against the trembling buttocks of the man in front of him, causing Thup to hug Singha tighter, afraid he might fall.

    “Call me that again, please.”

    “I’m not calling you that anymore. If you’re going to do it, do it quickly.”

    “Please call me, please, call me that again.”

    “Thup, I’ll be late, just get on with it.” Singha turned his face to see pleading eyes and a pouting face close to tears. “You…”

    “That word makes it seem like you’re fond of me. Don’t you think I am cute anymore?”

    “Alright, alright, don’t cry!” Singha bit his lip hard, then sighed resignedly. “Baby, are you going to fuck me or what? I’ll be late.”

    Like a triggered bomb, Thup’s face turned red all the way down his body, his already tight embrace seemed to tense up even more. Thup pressed his forehead against the broad shoulder before thrusting himself into the tight passage all at once.

    “Slow down, a bit slower, ah, it’s too much.”

    “Thup loves Phii Singha so much.”

    Singha could barely register anything anymore as the kid behind him was thrusting in and out at a faster rhythm. The moans and gasps by his ear only seemed to reignite his passion.

    The steamy activity in the bathroom lasted for over half an hour, with both taking turns to climax repeatedly. While Singha and Thup were locked in a passionate kiss, no less intense than their lower bodies, the older man’s hand accidentally brushed against the shower knob, turning it on. Cool water flowed over their bodies, like water dousing flames.

    “Baby, ah, I’m close.”

    “Me too, can I cum inside this time?” Thup kissed Singha’s chin before licking the droplets down to his beautiful Adam’s apple.

    “Cum, ugh.”

    A warm sensation spread in the belly, similar to the love fluid that spurted out, staining both of their stomachs. Apart from the sound of running water, there was the heavy breathing of the couple for quite a while. Thup still held onto the person, consoling him by stroking his thick waist.

    “I’ll take it out for you, and then I’ll give you a bath too.”

    “Yeah. You better take responsibility.” Singha glared at the kid in front of him who was still smiling broadly, happily.

    “I’ll take responsibility for life.” The young man planted a kiss on the older one’s face, before withdrawing his member and using his fingers to scoop out the fluid he had left inside, then bathed his partner thoroughly.

    Singha watched the white t-shirt clad back as it walked away after bathing him. Thup then led him out to sit on the bed before going to prepare work clothes for him, saying he’d warm up the food downstairs. Since they started dating, this kid had hardly asked for anything from him, whether material or not, no demands, no fuss, no excessive jealousy. Thup understood him in almost every way, even noticing when he was tired or in a bad mood. Instead of coming to console or interfere at those times, Thup would just sit beside him quietly until he softened on his own.

    He had always been his good boy, usually having breakfast together.

    It didn’t take long for Singha to get dressed; it had become routine for them to part ways for their own jobs before meeting again in the evening to eat, do activities together, and go to bed together. Singha’s daily routine had changed so much that even his friends were surprised.

    “You sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

    “Yes, drive carefully, okay? Let me know when you get there.” The usual pronouns returned when they were outside. Actually, Thup wanted to be clingy all the time but was afraid it might trouble his partner if someone overheard.

    “You too. When you get to your client meeting, let me know.”

    “Will do.”

    Thup stood waving goodbye to the older man before heading back into the house to call for a ride, along with preparing the finished picture frame to be placed in front of the house. If he gets this sum of money, it’ll be just as planned. He’ll finally get to do what he’s been intending to do.

    Singha sat in his office with a large pile of documents. Initially, he thought there would only be a few, expecting to sign them and then head home to sleep, but he’s been signing for over an hour now and still isn’t done, which has made him even more frustrated than before. He walked straight to the smoking area.

    “Damn it!” Singha got up and walked out of the office, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted bright red hair from afar, so he walked over and bumped into him.

    “Ouch! Are you that small, Singha? My arm is about to break.”

    “Give me a cigarette.”

    “And you didn’t bring any?”

    “Ran out.”

    “Ran out or your boyfriend didn’t let you buy more?” Say squinted at him before handing over a cigarette.

    “He told me to cut down.”

    “And what are you going to do?”

    “Well, he asked for it as his birthday gift tomorrow.”

    “Oh, tomorrow is Thup’s birthday?” Say asked as he lit the lighter at the tip of Singha’s cigarette.

    “Huh?! Tomorrow is Thup’s birthday?” Darin, appearing from behind, made both turn their heads, moving the cigarette away to keep the smoke from blowing towards her.

    “Yeah.”

    “Should we throw a party? Celebrate his birthday.”

    “Thinking about it.”

    “And what gift did you give to your younger lover, Singha?”

    “A car.”

    “Isn’t he unable to drive?”

    “Well, buy it first, then train him.”

    “If I become your wife, can I get a car too?” Darin asked, raising her eyebrows. “No chance, already have a girlfriend.”

    “Argh, a mother’s heart aches but is also happy.” Darin pretended to stomp around before all three burst into laughter as old friends do.

    Singha’s phone rang just as they were about to discuss Thup’s birthday details, but the birthday boy called first.

    “What’s up, coming back?”

    [Phii Singha…] a sobbing voice made Singha drop his cigarette immediately, [I am at the hospital, hic]

       “Which hospital, what happened? Where are you, Thup!”

    [I got hit by a car.]

       Just hearing that, Singha dashed to his car. He headed straight to the hospital Thup mentioned, worried sick, until he reached the emergency department, announced the name of the injured, and once permitted, rushed inside. He searched each bed with a pounding heart, not really believing in bad luck or omens until now.

    “Phii Singh.” a familiar voice called, making Singha turn; at the far end bed was a young man in a disheveled state. There was gauze at his eyebrow, the same with his palms, and a soft cast on his right foot.

    “Where does it hurt? Who hit you?”

    “Just some cuts at the eyebrow and hand, and a torn ankle ligament. It was an old man driving a three-wheeler. He hit me when I was crossing the road.” Singha inspected Thup’s body thoroughly, relieved to see no other serious injuries except for some scrapes. “Sorry for startling you, Phii.”

    “As long as it’s not worse than this, it’s okay. The doctor checked everything, right?”

    “Yeah, but…”

    ”What’s wrong?”

    ”Nothing.” Even though the kid in front of him was smiling, Singha knew well it wasn’t the usual bright smile.

    After paying for the treatment and getting the medicine, Singha called for a car to take Thup back home, not forgetting to call Say to update him about Thup’s condition and to ask him to retrieve the motorcycle back to the station.

    Upon arriving home, Singha supported Thup upstairs. From the car until they got home, the young man didn’t say a word. He was unusually quiet, which was out of character. Singha arranged the bed before letting Thup sit down. His distracted look made Singha worry because he didn’t know what Thup had encountered.

    ”Thup.”

    ”Yes?”

    ”Is something wrong?”

    ”I’m fine, I am just tired.”

    ”Then wipe yourself down before you sleep. You don’t need to cook today.”

    ”Sorry, Phii Singha.”

    ”Hmm.” Singha fetched a basin of water, wiped off the dirt, and changed his partner’s clothes for him.

    After taking care of everything, he let Thup rest as he should. The concern from Thup’s demeanor made Singha call the station again.

    [Hello, inspector.]

       ”Has Lieutenant Mai returned yet?”

    [He’s just come back, just now. Anything you need, inspector?]

       ”Ask if there was an accident today at the front of the xxx mall, a man, about twenty-five, hit by a three-wheeler at the crosswalk. And see if anything else happened.”

    [Just a moment.] With a palm resting on his forehead, trying to squeeze into a drain.

    Singha sits down on the sofa before leaning back:

    “Into a drain?”

    [Yes, they said he dropped something he’d saved up for a long time to buy, and he wouldn’t go with the ambulance until he found it, but the pipe is deep, inspector even you probably won’t find it, they said he was injured too but…. It took a long time to persuade him before he stopped and was taken into the ambulance.]

       “Did they say what fell in?”

    [Mumbling about it being a ring.]

       Ah, I see.

    “Thanks a lot, sergeant.”

    Singha hangs up, grabs his car keys and wallet, then walks out of the house.

       The puppy lost his stuff.

      

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 47: Two Suns

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 47: Two Suns

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 47: Two Suns

    The phone rang incessantly for a while because the owner wouldn’t wake up. Singha furrowed his brows in irritation before flailing his hand around to grab the phone and put it to his ear.

    “Yeah?”

    [Took you long enough, I almost sent a patrol to your house.] The yelling from the other end made his tightly closed eyes slowly open.

    “What’s up?”

    [Where are you? It’s almost ten. King is waiting for you.] The words from the caller made Singha turn to look at the bedside clock before cursing. [Aren’t you supposed to be at the department?]

       “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

    The thick hand hung up the call before sitting up on the bed. The arm around his waist made him turn to look at the kid beside him, who woke up later than usual today. The white skin was covered with love marks, including nail scratches on his back. Looking around the room, it resembled a small battlefield. It was almost three in the morning by the time they slept last night.

    Singha lifted Thup’s arm away before getting out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready for work. The reflection in the mirror made him chuckle lightly. He had told the kid on the bed not to leave marks on his neck because he had to work, and indeed, there were none there, but from the chest down, there were kiss marks and bites all over, especially on the inner thighs and chest.

    Singha took a quick shower; he only had half an hour left to make his appointment. Upon opening the bathroom door, he encountered the mischievous pup who should have been asleep on the bed. Thup was holding a fairground toy in one hand, while the other rubbed his eyes as if still not fully awake.

    “Don’t rub, you’ll hurt your eyes.” Singha reached out to stop him. “And why are you up?”

    “I woke up to make breakfast for you.”

    “No time to eat now. Go back to sleep.”

    “I can make a sandwich for you to eat on the way, just for a moment.” Thup leaned in to kiss the older man’s cheek before leaving the room.

    It was a new feeling that Singha wasn’t used to. Usually, in past encounters after the pleasurable activities in bed, they would each go their separate ways. Even with King, although they’d together sleep till morning, they’d both head off to work separately. Perhaps it was only this kid who’d greet him and offer to do something for him.

    Thup didn’t take long; a fragrant chicken sandwich was soon in a box alongside a cup of coffee. Seeing the older man coming down, he walked over, handing both items with a smile.

    “Have a smooth day at work.”

    “You look cheerful.” Singha gently ruffled the soft hair. Who would have thought a face so innocent could leave him with a sore waist?

    “I’ll wait for you at home.”

    “Oh, the card is on the bedside table, take it if you need to buy something.”

    “Can I buy more time with you?” Thup pleaded playfully.

    “Enough, you rascal.” Thup tilted his head, looking adorable.

    “Hahaha, just kidding.” Thup laughed brightly to greet the new day, then went to hug the older man as he wanted to. “Go to work. Tell me what you want for dinner tonight.”

    “Hmm.” Singha patted the broad back before walking out to his bike. He chose to use the motorcycle today to navigate through the heavy traffic. Singha glanced back into the house one more time, and what he saw was Thup yawning while starting to clean the house, which was why he wanted to come back home every day.

    Singha arrived at the station just in time, the young inspector greeted his subordinates before entering the bustling office.

    “Hey, inspector. Why not come tomorrow instead?”

    “Then I’ll go back.”

    “Hey, hey, can I joke or what?” Merk hurriedly stopped the man who was about to walk out the door.

    “What’s going on?”

    “Um.” King stood up to his full height, his sharp eyes catching a faint red mark under the arm of the man standing at the door.

    “Rin, how about the examination results of that damn kid?”

    “Like I said, the psychiatric and specialist doctors concluded he has severe mental issues. Plus, the kid has had lupus since birth; the drugs Say found in his room are immunosuppressants. And initially, the doctor thinks his claims of seeing ghosts might be linked to brain and vision issues. So, he might not end up in jail, Singha.” [1] Lupus, or Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE), is an autoimmune disease where the immune system attacks its own tissues and organs, affecting various systems like joints, skin, kidneys, blood cells, brain, heart, and lungs.

       “Or maybe he really does see them.” Say added, “or perhaps Thup should take a look.”

    “You just went to the department to submit the case documents for a brief moment, right?”

    “Yep.”

    “Then as soon as we get back, head straight to the hospital. We’ll go pick up Thup and wait there.”

    “Alright then.” Singha nodded to his two friends before following King out to the car. While getting into the passenger seat, his thick hand was dialing a number on the phone, searching for the saved contact.

    [Yes, Phii Singh.] Almost without waiting long, an overly excited voice on the other end made Singha want to strongly hug the person on the line.

    “What are you doing?”

    [I’m entering the page to greet the customers. I was thinking about getting back to drawing.]

       “Am I bothering you?”

    [Not at all, I was just missing you.] Thup laughed with a clear, cheerful sound.

    “Rin and Say will come to pick you up soon.”

    [Huh? Where are we going?]

       “To the hospital.”

    [Is this about Bom?]

       “Yep.”

    [And… will you be there too?]

       “Yes, we’ll meet there, but it’ll be a while. So, you can keep working for now.”

    [Have you eaten a sandwich yet?]

       “King, wait a sec, let me grab something first.” As Thup mentioned it, Singha just remembered, so he turned to tell the person next to him who was about to back the car out of the parking spot. He got out of the car and ran back into the station to pick up the sandwich box he left in the office.

    [Is Khun King there with you?] The slightly dejected voice from the other end stirred Singha’s affection.

    “Jealous?”

    [Don’t make me jealous, Inspector.] The young inspector paused because he thought the person on the other end of the line would be too shy to admit it with such a firm tone.

    “Who was on the bed with me last night?”

    [Me.]

       “Well, what are you still being jealous about?”

    [I am being possessive over who is mine.]

       The soft whining made the older brother shake his head with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Singha opened the door to the room and saw Say and Darin sitting comfortably as if it were their private lounge, each holding a sandwich, with the box now empty.

    “That’s all for now.”

    [Okay, take care at work, Phii.]

       Singha hung up before looking at his good friends, stuffing the last sandwich into their mouths.

    “Hey, Singha, why are you back? Forgot something?” Darin asked before grabbing a cup of coffee to drink.

    “Yeah, forgot my sandwich.”

    “…In the box?”

    “Yep.”

    “Say was the mastermind.” Darin pointed at Say, who was about to make a run for it.

    “Such a nice box doesn’t seem to be bought from a store, and someone like you wouldn’t make it yourself…” Say edged towards the door but was blocked by Singha’s arm across the doorway. “Was it Thup?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Pretty tasty, huh?” The two best friends exchanged looks before reluctantly smiling, in the morning like this made other officers puzzled about what was going on between the inspector, the station’s physician, and the forensic doctor.

    Thup spent the entire morning responding to messages and posting job openings. Even though he had been away from updating everything for a while, seeing the number of people waiting for him made him feel delighted. His notebook was closed before Thup stretched to relax his muscles. The young man cleaned the house and then went upstairs to shower, getting ready to go out, just as a car parked in front of the house with someone calling his name.

    “Nong Thup, are you awake yet?”

    “If he is not, by your freaking loud mouth, he’d be up by now.”

    “Well, I worked late, didn’t I?” Thup smiled at the conversation of the two people at the door.

    “Hello, Phii Rin, Phii Say.”

    “Wow…”

    “Wow.”

    Thup tilted his head, not understanding, as the two in front of him looked at him and exclaimed before they both grabbed his arms and pulled him into the house.

    “Definitely Singha’s handiwork.” Darin started the conversation first, pulling down Thup’s t-shirt collar slightly. The love bites all over his neck made her eyes light up. “Who else could it be?” Say added, resting his arm on Thup’s shoulder.

    “Oh, Nong Thup of mine, did that beast hurt you this much, my child?” Darin leaned on Thup’s shoulder, patting his back comfortingly.

    The sound of a pearl-white phone ringing made Darin pull it out from her pocket. Seeing the name of the caller made her instinctively move away from Thup.

    “Singha, you dog-hearted man. How could you do this to Nong Thup!”

    [What? Where are you?]

       “At home with the little one.”

    [You’ve picked up Thup already, right? I’m on my way back.]

       “You’re cruel, Singha, I’ll take the kid away from you!”

    [Why don’t you ask him if he’ll go?] The kid next to him, with wide eyes, immediately upon hearing this, Darin turned to him.

    “Thup, want to stay with me, or with Say? Escape from that cruel person.”

    “No way. I’ll stay with Phii Singha.”

    [Heh, clear as day.]

       “You’ve left kiss marks all over the kid, Singha.”

    [Have you checked under his shirt yet?]

    “Why should I?” Darin didn’t let herself wonder for long. She took action, lifting up Thup’s light blue t-shirt to find numerous red marks and bites. Say, who saw this, could only chuckle softly because he already knew where this was heading. “Screaaam, Singha! You’ve hurt the feelings of someone who’s like a mother to me too much!!”

    [Tell him to grab a shirt from the closet, one that covers his neck.]

       “Nong Thup, Singha says to go get a shirt from his closet, one that covers your neck.”

    “Okay.” Thup got up to change his top easily. “So, are you and the kid a couple now? When, where, how?” With only friends he could talk to left, Darin turned on the speakerphone to ask the person on the other end out of curiosity.

    “He hasn’t asked yet.” Say interjected.

    [Yeah.]

       “Oh! Look at this, you leave marks on him like mosquitoes but haven’t asked him to be your boyfriend.”

    [Do I have to?]

       “Of course you do! So if I ask right now what you are to him, can you answer?”

    […] Only silence came back from the other end.

    “See? Some things need to be said, Singha.”

    [We’ll talk later, see you at the hospital.] After hanging up, Darin looked up at Say sitting beside her.

    “What should we do, your friend calls him ‘dog’ this, ‘dog’ that, will he himself be a dog?”

    “Let’s wait and see.”

    “Done.” Thup came down in a new black shirt, an expensive brand, definitely belonging to his older brother without a doubt.

    Once they were all ready, the three of them went to the prison hospital. On the way, Thup tried not to look around too much because, being a hospital, there are always spirits lingering around. Even wearing a sacred necklace doesn’t mean he won’t see these things. [1] Prison Hospital is a hospital that treats prisoners who are sent from various prisons and correctional facilities.

       “Are you okay, Thup?” Darin turned with concern to the boy walking behind him, “Or did you see…”

    “Yes.”

    “Oh, I shouldn’t have asked.” Darin said, immediately turning to cling to Say’s arm. Although she seemed cheerful now, she still had nightmares at night, was paranoid, and needed ongoing treatment for PTSD. [1] PTSD, [Post-traumatic Stress Disorder] or the disorder following severe emotional shock, is an emotional condition that occurs after experiencing a traumatic event.

    They arrived at the door of the special recovery room where a police officer was stationed. Even though Bom couldn’t walk normally, he was still considered a dangerous suspect who might cause trouble at any moment, necessitating an officer to watch over him.

    “Should we wait for Phii Singha first?”

    “Let’s do that.” Say replied shortly before serving as a pillar for his friend to cling to as she pleased.

    Singha had just arrived at the front of the hospital. As he was about to open the car door, his shoulder was grabbed. He turned his sharp eyes to the person in the driver’s seat and sighed.

    “What?”

    “Are you dating that kid now?”

    “Not yet… I guess.”

    “Heh, next week I’ll be moving back to the investigation department. We probably won’t see each other much.”

    “So what?”

    “I just want us to talk nicely no matter what our status is.”

    Singha sighed before returning to sit properly as before, those matters, they’ve broken up quite a while ago. Now, both of them are living separate lives. There isn’t any status between them anymore except for work, from this case King has reported everything as it is. Including both the successes and his own mistakes, so if this could be considered a redemption in the right way, it probably wouldn’t be wrong.

    “Yeah. Hope your work goes smoothly. Don’t get scolded by your dad again.”

    “Thanks, Singha.”

    “Are you going down?”

    “I’ll follow later, and I need to talk to the front desk officer about bringing Bom to court.”

    “Okay.”

    King watched the broad back walk away until out of sight, once upon a time. He had a good relationship with him but overlooked everything. Now that he sees the value, the other no longer sees him in the same light.

    Singha walked up to the special room floor and as he was about to turn into the recovery ward, he overheard a conversation at the water dispenser first, and it wouldn’t have been interesting if one of the voices wasn’t familiar to him.

    “Do you have to guard here, Phii?”

    “Yes. Even though it seems like an easy job, it’s actually quite tough.”

    “And like this, will I be able to go back to my old job?”

    “I’ll probably have to stay until the suspect can return to prison or go to court, usually.” The deep voice that sounded like it was teasing, Thup, made Singha, who happened to overhear, ruffle his jet-black hair in annoyance, “Your name is Thup, right?”

    “Yes.”

    “It’s almost noon, Thup, have you eaten? It’s my break time now.”

    “Uh. I’m not really available.”

    “Are you waiting for someone?”

    “Like…” Thup hesitated a bit, not knowing if he should speak his mind.

    “Wait, anything else you want to know?” Singha stepped out from around the corner with an annoyed look.

    “Inspector Singha!! Good morning.” The young uniformed police officer quickly saluted, “Uh… is this your brother, Inspector? I’ve never seen him before.”

    Singha glanced at Thup with an irritated look before turning back to face the officer, who was about his size but had a cunning face that he didn’t like, confirming what Darin had said. If things aren’t clear, it’s best to stay guarded. Plus, how could the pup he raised go to someone else?

    “Not a brother… this is my boyfriend.” Not only was the officer in front of him shocked, but Thup was equally taken aback, dropping his juice can onto the ground. Singha bent down to pick it up and then led Thup away by the hand, not forgetting to signal a warning to the officer behind, “Go find someone else to flirt with, Lieutenant. Don’t mess with this one.”

    “Un… understood.”

    Thup looked at the broad back of the man in front of him before his gaze fell to the hand that held him. A small smile gradually widened until his fangs showed. Cute. Singha had never talked about their relationship, which he understood, but hearing it like this made him feel touched and overjoyed. He truly belonged to Singha now, and Singha belonged to him.

    “Phii Singha.”

    “What?”

    “Phii Singha.”

    “Speak up if you have something to say.” Once they were out of sight, Thup squeezed the hand he was holding, chuckling softly with delight. The young man pulled the older man’s hand towards a restroom they were about to pass. Ignoring the eyes of passersby, the tall youth then lunged into a hug with the older man, unabashed. Thup’s joyful face almost made Singha smile too.

    He really was a kid who could smile so brightly.

    “It’s real, you know. Not teasing me.”

    “Really that happy? Last night you nearly killed me. If we’re not boyfriends, then what are we?”

    “Mhm.” Singha gently stroked the soft hair before cupping the charming face, just as Thup hugged his elder’s waist tightly.

    “Will you be my boyfriend, little pup?” The eyes of the young man in front of him sparkled brighter than ever, his smile, already bright, was like a sun entering Singha’s dark life.

    Or perhaps, they were each other’s suns.

    “Thup loves Phii Singha, Thup will be a good lover to you, Phii, won’t be stubborn. Won’t clash. Won’t make you tired, both physically and emotionally. I’ll be the one you’ll find whenever you turn around.”

    “I might not get tired emotionally, but physically? You sure? I was pretty tired last night.”

    “Well… that was…” The fair face flushed pink once again, “If I turn around, I won’t see you, Thup.” A large hand gently stroked the clear cheek as tenderly as he could, “Because you’re not walking behind. You’ll walk beside me.”

    Their lips met to affirm all that had been said. Singha savored Thup’s soft lips, nibbling gently, just as the young man responded to his older lover’s touch, his arms still wrapped tightly around him.

    “So, will you be my boyfriend?”

    “Yes, I’ll be your good boy, just yours.”

    “Then a good boy must open his mouth now.” Singha slipped his tongue in to tease the inside of Thup’s mouth, the sweet taste from the juice Thup had drunk earlier masking the taste of cigarettes in his own mouth. After a long kiss ended, Thup rested against Singha’s neck, giving light kisses like a teething puppy, making his lover need to restrain him before they went too far.

    “Let’s continue at home.”

    Say and Darin were sitting and talking in front of the recovery room, waiting for their friend and Thup, who had gone to get drinks, to return. As soon as they saw the reddened face and slightly swollen lips of the young man, both narrowed their eyes at their friend leading the way.

    “Thup.”

    “Yes!!” The person whose name was called jolted, instantly acting suspiciously. “Why are you so jumpy? I was just going to ask where the water is.”

    “Well… uh, you see…”

    “Didn’t press it. There was no water available.” Singha replied in a flat tone before opening the door to his room as if nothing had happened, then turned to Thup instead.

    “Why is your face red?”

    “Your collar is crumpled.”

    “I, uh, Phii Singha…” Thup stuttered before averting his eyes from the scrutinizing gaze of the two in front of him.

    “Or perhaps…”

    “Hey, Thup, come here for a second.”

    “Phii Sing called, so I better go in.” Thup said, then made a quick dash away.

    “Two hundred bucks.” Say held out his hand in front of Darin, giving him a wink. “Damn it! Not even two days.”

    “I told you he’d ask for sure.”

    “Use the money to pay off that cop too.” Darin placed two red banknotes into Say’s thick palm, not too pleased about it.

    “Half each, dude. It was your plan.”

    “You hired him to flirt with Thup. And I’ll pay the hospital bill if he gets punched by Singha, so if he doesn’t get hurt, I’m not paying.” Darin stuck out her tongue at Say before running off to another room.

    Inside the room, there was a strong smell of medicine and the sound of medical equipment. Bom, now on the bed, hardly resembled the person they once knew. No trace of the old child remained; his skin had turned hard and black, hair and body hair wouldn’t grow back, his body was stiff from scar tissue all over, his eyes slowly rolled to look at the visitor, his lips trembled as he struggled to speak, making him look pitiful. It was pitiable, indeed, but considering his past deeds, this was perhaps one punishment Bom had to endure.

    “Pl… please… he… help.” The hoarse, nearly breathless voice made Thup turn away. He looked around the room for any lingering spirits, but found none.

    “There’s nothing at all.” Thup said to Singha, who was standing next to him. “So, could it be some psychological issue?” Singha turned to Darin, barely glancing at the person on the bed.

    “It might be.”

    “We’ll probably need to consult a fortune teller first. King has gone to talk about court proceedings and confinement with Kan.”

    “Yeah, okay, I’ll wait outside then.” Darin said, not being a hard-hearted person. Just working on this case and coming here was already very kind considering what Bom and his father had done to her.

    “Let’s go too.” Singha spoke up.

    “Yes.” Thup looked at Bom one last time with pleading eyes, which made him sigh. If there were spirits here, he would choose to help by telling Singha to find a monk to chant away the spirits, but there was nothing. He didn’t know how else to help.

    As they left the room, Thup felt like he saw something at the bed out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked back through the glass in the door, there was nothing there. It must have been his imagination. With today’s mission over, the four of them left the area, except…

       Once they had gone, the previously empty recovery room was filled with dozens of spirits standing around. Spirits with sewn eyes and mouths, spirits still bound by resentment from their unjust deaths. They say when we are ill, our minds are weaker, making it a time when we can sense things we never could before.

       Like now.

       Bom couldn’t move without a nurse turning him. Tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes because of what he had to see day and night: each spirit walking up to stomp repeatedly on his chest as if full of vengeance. He lay there, never breathing fully, feeling a tightness in his chest like he was about to die, but all he could do was lie still and watch the spirits repeat their actions.

       It was a living hell he could not escape.

       It was the karma he had to endure, a life akin to being dead while still alive.

      

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