One shot plot: Two months have passed since Tonkla's brother died, and the cause of his death has not yet been revealed. Win, the policeman who was assigned to search the crime scene, is still trying to find out who is behind it, to bring justice to the deceased man and also because he has started to feel a strong mental and physical attraction towards Tonkla. What he doesn't know yet is that the latter already has someone, with whom he has had a somewhat peculiar and somewhat downhill relationship lately. Will they be able to find out who is behind Tonkla's brother's death? What will happen between him and Win? Read to find out!

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The sunlight filters into the room and Tonkla begins to wake up thanks to the rays that reach his face. He had only managed to fall asleep around three in the morning, his mind was invaded by so many thoughts that he was unable to relax and fall into a deep sleep.

The day before he had not seen Korn, he had spent the whole morning studying, he had eaten something for lunch, then in the afternoon he had alternated between the bed and the sofa, and finally, in the evening he had prepared a small dinner and had gone straight to bed.

As soon as he gets up he heads towards the bathroom to wash his face and teeth, he did not look great but he still did not want to neglect his skin, therefore, like every morning, he applies his refreshing face cream. As he heads towards the kitchen he hears his phone ringing, someone had just sent him a message. He turns on the screen of his phone and realizes that it is Korn.

"Good morning honey, I'll be with you tonight. I'm sorry I didn't come yesterday but I'll make up for it <3"

Since two months ago when he had hung up on him the day his brother died, things had changed a bit. Korn had become more responsible towards him, but at the same time he had remained the same as always. Sometimes he wouldn't be seen or heard from for days because of his father's business and his new assignment that his father had given him, which he had just mentioned to him. Tonkla didn't like this behavior very much. It was admirable of him not wanting to disappoint his father, but this made the young boy feel neglected. He still remembers when the day after his brother's death he had shown up at his house to apologize. Tonkla was still very shaken by the news of the previous day and very vulnerable. He yelled at him, telling him that he didn't care about him and that they could end this sort of relationship they had. Korn however hugged him, apologized and reassured him. From that moment on he didn't say anything and things went back to how they were before. Even though Korn tried to be more present, Tonkla felt constantly alone. He didn't have many friends, he had just a few classmates at the university. His parents, and even his brother, were no longer there. He lived his routine in a loop that was always the same.

While he was about to prepare breakfast, someone rang the intercom. He takes a jacket to cover himself from the morning breeze and goes out of the house, in his pajamas, to see who was looking for him at that hour. When he approaches the gate he is not very surprised, after all it has happened a few other times that the policeman Win came to visit him, but never in the morning. "Policeman Win, what are you doing here at this time of the morning?" asks Tonkla.

"Well here... I was passing by and thought I'd bring you this." he shows him an envelope and in the meantime scratches the back of his head as if he were embarrassed.

"What is it?" asks Tonkla confused.

"Breakfast." replies the policeman handing it to him. Tonkla looks inside and indeed there was a nice breakfast.

"That's really kind of you, thank you." he replies with a small smile but at the same time a little confused by his gesture.

"You don't have to address me formally, call me Win." the policeman corrects him.

"But I-" Tonkla doesn't finish his sentence because the man stops him.

"I'm on first name terms with you, so do the same with me." he replies.

"Okay, Win." This time it's Tonkla who's a little embarrassed.

"There's something I need to ask you." the policeman tells him before Tonkla can say goodbye to him and go back into the house.

"I might get some new information about your brother's death today. So, here... could you give me your number? If there's any news, I can contact you and we can meet up to talk about it." Win clarifies.

"Oh sure, no problem." Tonkla replies. Win hands him the phone so he can give him his number.

"That's it. Thanks again for what you're doing." Tonkla adds.

"You're welcome, it's my job." after Win's answer they say goodbye and Tonkla is about to go back into his house, when at a certain point he stops and goes back, towards Win who was watching him go back into the house before leaving again.

"Does your job also consist of bringing breakfast to the victims' families?" he asks him jokingly to see his answer.

However, Win answers him seriously but with a smile: "you're the first one I've done it for"
After saying this he turns and goes back into the police car.

Tonkla feels like he's blushing a little, plus his heartbeat seems to be accelerating. What is this strange sensation he's feeling? He goes back into the house and eats the breakfast that the policeman Win had brought him, consisting of rice porridge, zucchini omelette, fried bread and soy milk. He does it with a smile on his face, trying to analyze the policeman's behavior. In those two months, since his brother died, the policeman Win had shown up outside his house more than once to see how he was, if he needed help or anything else. You could almost say that he had cared about him. But why had he done it? Did he feel sorry for him? That was probably the reason. And that was something Tonkla had always hated, he didn't want pity from others, especially not from a policeman who was dealing with his brother's case.

On the other side Win...

After getting back into the police car and saying goodbye to Tonkla, Win takes a moment to think and calm down. Since he had met him, he had done nothing but think about him.

At first he had only felt sorry for his brother's death, he felt compassion for him and for what had happened to him. However, he cannot deny that the first time he saw him he felt something snap inside him.

He didn't have the right words to describe that phenomenon, but it was something so strong that he couldn't get Tonkla out of his mind. For some absurd reason he reminded him of someone familiar but he couldn't remember who. He had the feeling of having met him, as if he was someone who had to be protected, protected by him. He firmly believed that something connected them. He had even started to think that maybe in a previous life he had met that young boy, but he had changed his mind because thinking about it he had said "it's an absurd thing, something like that can't be true. The past life doesn't exist" And yet, even though he didn't believe in reincarnation and everything related to that world, he felt that an invisible red thread, somehow, united them.

From the first moment he saw him he thought he was a handsome boy, he couldn't deny that, but he was also extremely convinced that he had a story of his own to tell. He had given him the impression of being a very lonely boy, who needed help, someone who would understand him. He had discovered that his parents had died, so he had only his brother left, with whom he no longer lived. He doesn't dare to imagine how difficult it must have been for him to deal with the loss of two such important people and then a third, his brother, who he seemed to care about particularly. It's always a shock to learn of the death of someone dear to you, but it's even more so if it happens in unknown circumstances, that no one knows about.

Win cared a lot about this case, not only because of his sense of justice, but also because, in this case, justice concerned Tonkla's brother, a person who had become a constant thought for him. It's true, he had asked for his contact to give him information regarding the case, but at the same time he had done it to try to get with him. It was so selfish of him to think about these things when someone's death was involved, he really felt like a bad guy, but he couldn't help but get involved in everything that concerned Tonkla. For some reason, he thought that if Tonkla had any problems he would call him, and that he would be ready to help him at any time.

Suddenly he hears his cell phone ring, it was connected to the car, so he presses the screen in front of him, and answers the call.

"I have what you asked for." a man's voice is heard on the other end.

"Great, I'm almost there. Wait for me in my office." replies Win who had almost reached the police station, after about fifteen minutes of travel, not only on the road, but also mentally.

As soon as he arrives he immediately heads towards his office and finds a trusted colleague there, whom he had asked to find information about Tonkla's brother.

"The boy you asked me to investigate had a gambling addiction." the man begins to speak.

"How did you find out?" asks Win looking at the documents he had provided him.

"I managed to get a permit to have his phone analyzed in more detail. Remember when the day he was found dead, we found no traces in his phone chronology? The reason was because he was using incognito browsing, right? Well, I had some young guys from my team analyze it in more detail and they managed to trace his chronology. There are traces of online gambling, casinos and also payments for these. There are no other specific searches except one." the colleague shows him what he is talking about on another of the sheets there.

"Korn Pacharawit Sriwatsombat" reads the policeman Win.

"Bingo" the colleague snaps his fingers.

"I have never heard of this name, have you managed to find out anything about him?"

"Unfortunately there is not much information on this person, the only thing I was able to find out is that his is one of the richest families at the moment among those present here in our city." adds the colleague.

"Do you even have a photo of him?" Win asks him.

"I only found one, it's a little blurry but you should be able to recognize his face if you happen to see him around." the other policeman concludes, handing him the photo.

"Without knowing anything else about him it will be a little difficult to find him but first I want to talk to the victim's brother, now that we know about the deceased's addiction, we need more information." Win adds.

"There's another thing I need to tell you. In his recent calls there is a particular number that seems to be out of country. We tried to track it down but it doesn't exist on any platform." the colleague continues.

"Do you think this number is always connected to gambling?" Win asks him.

"It could be, unless it involves other illegal things, such as drugs. The chances that he was also addicted to drugs are very high, it is very common among gamblers, and it is also common to trade with drugs themselves." the man specifies.

Win thanks him for all the information he has given him and once outside, he sits down for a moment in his chair, sighing. There were many questions going through his head at that moment.

Did Tonkla know about his brother's addiction? What if he also suffered from some addiction? And who was Korn? Why was his brother looking for information about him?

To find an answer to some of those questions he absolutely had to talk to Tonkla, maybe thanks to him he would be able to understand more about that mystery.

Half an hour later he finally makes the decision to write to him to meet tonight and discuss about his brother.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you right now, but I wanted to ask you if you were available to meet tonight. I have some news about your brother and I need to ask you some questions about it. Let me know."

After only a few minutes he hears a notification, Tonkla had answered him very quickly.

"I'm sorry but tonight I'm with my boyfriend, is tomorrow okay for you?"

When Win reads "my boyfriend" his world falls apart a bit. He didn't think Tonkla had a boyfriend, he had never mentioned one before, but who was he to know? He and Tonkla couldn't even call themselves friends, what reason would Tonkla have to tell him about it? Win felt ridiculous.

"Fine for tomorrow, I'll send you the location to meet up." Win simply replied.

Evening had come and Tonkla had prepared a nice dinner for him and Korn, complete with flowers and candles on the table. It had been a long time since they had spent an evening like this and Tonkla felt very happy about it. In the morning he had gone to the supermarket and had bought all the necessary ingredients to prepare some of Korn's favorite dishes, including pad thai, rice noodles seasoned with tamarind, vegetables, toasted peanuts, palm sugar, chili pepper and garlic. He had also cooked tom yum with shrimp and larb made of minced chicken, accompanied by red onions, mint and fish sauce and surrounded by steamed rice enriched with all kinds of spices. He was really proud of what he had cooked, he feels like he has improved a lot since the first times he cooked alone. He is sure that Korn will also like everything he has cooked.

He looks out the window and sees that it is starting to rain. He did not like the rain, he had bad memories of thunderstorms. Once because of it he was left in the dark for almost an hour, while he was home alone. He was only twelve years old and since then he has experienced the fear of the dark, not of the storms themselves. Every time he saw rain he hoped that the power wouldn't go out, the idea of ​​remaining still and terrified in his house, with no one by his side, didn't like at all.

He stops looking out the window and avoids thinking about it, he is about to go back to the table to fix the last things for dinner but he hears the phone ringing. He had left it on the couch, so he goes over to it and turns on the screen only to discover that he has received a message from Korn.

"Sorry for the short notice but I had a problem and I have to help my dad with some business, I can't come by today."

And after reading that message, Tonkla really wanted to be surprised, but he wasn't. Korn had stood him up once again, after having worked so hard to prepare dinner he thought it would be a good idea to write to him to tell him that he wouldn't be showing up. Ever since his father put him in charge of a new business he's become a bit strange and he manages to see him less and less frequently. Sometimes he wonders why he's still with him.

"Ours isn't a normal relationship already, why does it have to complicate things like this?"
This was the spontaneous question that arose in Tonkla's head, but he couldn't find an answer to it.

Little by little he was getting tired of Korn's behavior, he wasn't the same as before. Maybe he should seriously think about putting their relationship behind them. Maybe he should find someone more present for him, but who would ever stay by his side?

After answering him with a cold and detached "ok" he exits the chat and sees the one with the policeman Win. He remembers that he had written to him to meet but had said no because he would be with Korn. Since the latter has not shown up he decides to go to his room and get dressed. He takes some baggy jeans, a black short-sleeved shirt and shoes of the same color. He decides to spray a little perfume just to be presentable, and after taking the denim jacket he calls a taxi that arrives in ten minutes and takes him to the place that Win had sent him by message.

He looks at the blurred lights of the city from the window full of drops of water falling down the glass and prepares to listen to the words of the policeman, which will certainly not be so positive.

After about twenty minutes he arrives in front of a building. He takes shelter under the porch and reads the number of what he had understood to be an apartment on the chat.

Had he sent him the location of his home? What if he wanted to kill him?

Tonkla shakes his head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, takes the elevator and once he gets to the fifth floor he rings the bell, hoping not to be cut into pieces and put in a suitcase.

It was because of that place that he was having those thoughts, from the outside it was quite disturbing.

As soon as he sees the door open, he finds himself in front of the policeman Win, dressed in a tracksuit and a short-sleeved shirt, both black.

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I hope I'm not bothering you." he says immediately.

Win had a rather surprised face, he certainly didn't expect to find Tonkla in front of the door: "of course not, come in."

"Thank you." Tonkla looks at the policeman's apartment, and although it looks old and shabby from the outside, it's very nice inside. Almost everything is made of wood, and even if it seems small as an apartment it seems very comfortable. Plus, it was even warmer than hers.

"Why are you here? I thought you were busy tonight." Win asks him while taking his denim jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

"My boyfriend stood me up." he simply replies.

"I hope nothing serious happened." Win adds.

"Nothing serious, he just had some business to take care of. I'm used to it now." Tonkla answers in a somewhat melancholic manner, which makes Win turn up his nose a bit.

"By the way, did you eat dinner before coming here?" asks the policeman.

"I had prepared a lot of good food but I didn't touch anything." replies the boy.

"Well, the sushi I ordered just arrived, how about sharing it with me?" Win smiles at him after that question.

"Would you really share it with me? Isn't that a small amount for you?" Tonkla asks when he sees it on the table.

"Food tastes better when eaten with someone's company." Win replies and then gives him some chopsticks.

At that point Tonkla sits down and smiles at him as if to thank him. Even though it's a small gesture, Tonkla was more than pleased.

"Your apartment is nice." Tonkla says after eating a piece of sushi.

"I'm glad you like it, it may look a little scary from the outside, but I assure you, no serial killers live in this building." jokes the policeman.

"You know, when I got here I admit I was a little scared. I almost thought you wanted to kill me." Tonkla chuckles.

"I'm a policeman, and I'm also dealing with your brother's case, damn, do you have that little faith in me?" jokes Tonkla.

Tonkla bursts out laughing and then replies: "I'm kidding"

They look at each other for a few more moments with smiles on their faces and then go back to eating the sushi, Tonkla didn't think it was that good.

"You have a grain of rice there" Win with his index finger points to the spot where he had a grain of rice.

Tonkla tries to remove it from his face but his hand doesn't find it, at that point he sees Win lean towards him and remove it with his thumb near his lip. He locks his eyes with his until he feels his heartbeat accelerate. When Win sits back down he gives him a slightly embarrassed smile. Tonkla is still, not knowing how to react.

"Are you okay?" Win waves a hand in front of his face.

"Um y-yeah, I'm fine. Let's finish eating so we can talk about the case later." the boy concludes the conversation.

When they finish eating, Win goes to get some of the papers on which were written some of the information that his colleague had provided him. He signals Tonkla to go and sit on the couch, while he places the papers on the small glass table in front of the couch.

"I need to ask you some questions about your brother, you have to answer me honestly, otherwise I won't know how to help you." Win starts to speak making this premise.

Tonkla nods his head decisively, ready to answer the questions.

"First of all, did you know that your brother had a gambling addiction?" Win asks.

"He liked to gamble but he didn't have an addiction." Tonkla replies, unaware of everything.

"We did some research and it turns out that he had a serious addiction, in his web search history there are only online gambling games. We also think that he was involved in something bigger than this. You had no idea?" Win asks.

"I didn't hear from my brother every day, but I had no idea he was involved in something like this." Tonkla replies with an incredulous look.

"I think your brother has been hiding things from you. Do you even know if he had a drug problem?" Win continues.

"They arrested him when he was fifteen and held him in jail for a few days because they found out he had weed." Tonkla confesses.

"Has he had any other problems with the law since then?" Win asks.

"Not that I know of." Tonkla replies honestly.

"Good. I wanted to ask you-" Win doesn't have time to finish his sentence before the lights go out and everything goes dark.

Tonkla feels his heartbeat getting faster than usual, he puts a hand on his chest and breathes hard, he's scared. What he didn't want to happen had just happened.

Win hears him breathing like that and realizes that something was wrong. He realizes that Tonkla was scared of the dark so he approaches him. He takes both his hands, turning his face towards his.

"Don't worry, everything's fine." he says, caressing his hands.

"W-Win I-" his voice is shaking. That was probably the first time he called him by his name.

At that point the policeman comes even closer to him, grabs his arm and makes him lean against him, near the hollow of his neck, and then hugs him tightly. He caresses his back a few times to try to calm him down and, little by little, it seems like he's succeeding.

Tonkla's breathing slowly becomes regular again, and while he hugs him back, he feels him whisper on his chest: "Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you scared too?" he didn't actually know that Win's heart was beating so hard because of their closeness.
After that statement he raises his face, finding himself an inch away from Win's. He can't clearly see his face, he only sees the shadow and the outline of his figure, accompanied by the thunder that can be seen from the window in the distance. Their noses end up touching; Win's hands, from his back, go down to Tonkla's hips. The latter puts a hand on his arm and brings his face even closer to the policeman's. It is at that moment that the light returns to illuminate the apartment. They remain looking at each other for a few seconds, then realize how close they were and where their hands were. They immediately separate, both embarrassed.

"S-So, what did you want to ask me before the power went out?" Tonkla stammers.

"Um, w-well, actually I wanted to ask you to take me to your brother's house. I'm sure we can find something to help the case along." Win replies, also stammering a little.

"I don't think that's possible, when my brother died they wouldn't let me go to his apartment because they had to do some inspections. And they still need a warrant to go there, a warrant that I requested but never got."

"What are you saying? That's quite unusual." Win reflects on Tonkla's words.

"I find that strange too." Tonkla adds.

"Do you remember the person you asked for the warrant?" Win asks.

"I don't remember his name, but he was an old man." Tonkla replies.

"This is even weirder. Usually the younger guys at the station are the ones who deal with these practices, why did they involve one of the elders in this case?" Win tries to think clearly.

"Do you think there's something fishy going on?" Tonkla asks.

"I don't think so, I'm sure of it. I think there's something really big behind your brother's death. And the police higher-ups are trying to hide it." Win replies.

"Why do the police do this? Shouldn't they be the first to fight for justice?" Tonkla asks, shocked.

"Rule one of the policeman: never trust other policemen. Having done this job for years, I've learned that I can only trust two people on the fingers of one hand, but I always have to keep an eye on them. Many policemen are corrupt, they are fooled by the rich and are willing to do anything for money." Win continues.

"Now how are we going to find out the truth?" Tonkla asks, clueless.

"Have you ever broken into anyone's house?" Win asks with a smirk on his lips, as if he has a plan in mind.

"Not that I recall" Tonkla ironizes.

"I think it's time to fix that," Win replies, heading to the coat rack to grab a leather jacket and the belt with the gun inside.

"Are you planning on committing murder? Are you one of those corrupt cops you were talking about earlier?" Tonkla walks over to where he was and grabs his jean jacket.

Win chuckles and then replies, "Do you trust me?"

Tonkla smiles and nods.

"Well, let's go." Win concludes, grabbing an umbrella and leaving the house with Tonkla even though it was raining a lot less than before.

-END OF FIRST PART