Khao's POV:

Once again, I had woken up with First next to me, cuddling like a cute animal. First really reminded me of a cat. Black cat. He's usually very clingy but if he realized me moving even a little bit, he'd get away from me.

Everything was going normal. Just like another day, my wound had almost healed and there was nothing to worry about but my worry still continued. And I knew it would stay the way it was until it was totally solved.

I really wanted to talk to First about that but... It's not that easy... What would he think? That I didn't trust him? What if he left me? Would it be worth it? No matter what, I was not prepared to lose him.

First hadn't woken up yet and I was making breakfast in his kitchen. But the concern for the case was killing me, I kept feeling like I was avoiding my duty in order to spend personal time. The sooner I got that case resolved, the more lives would be saved. Then why did I keep delaying? Why wasn't I giving it my best?

I felt guilty. Really guilty. Especially for the recent death of the person. How could he be killed under my investigation? Was I failing to do good? Was I even trying to save people?

I had already prepared breakfast. It was just casual fried eggs, a few sausages, bread and tea. I had prepared for First as well. But those thoughts still had me on the edge, feeling really guilty. Maybe I was the reason of that death. If I tried harder to solve it and connected things sooner, nothing would've happened to him.

Should I just leave for the office and leave a note for First on the table? Wouldn't I feel guilty for leaving First like that again? Oh gosh! Why was everything getting so complicated?

I decided to stay eventually. At least, till he woke up. But I didn't have time to wait so I thought of waking him up. I sat next to him on the bed, slowly brushing a hair strand off of his eyes. Why is he so beautiful? His eyes never fail to hypnotize me. His smile never fails to make me feel like the happiest man on earth. His body, his personality, his confidence, how had I gotten so lucky?

I, once again, got hypnotized by his beauty, staring at his mesmerizing face. I wondered how I should wake him up. He was sweaty, even in his sleep. It was a very hot day which was not to be surprised about in Thailand. I watched as a little drop of sweat ran a race over his wider forehead, I gently wiped it away with my thumb.

First's body shifted slightly, his hands clinging to my arm as his body scooted closer, seeking my presence.

With my focus still on him, my eyes shifted to his lips. His lips were so perfectly curved and plumped. The cupid's bow was staring at me with its puppy doe eyes, just like how he stared at me. I couldn't help but touch his lips. I slowly grazed my hand over his bottom lips, which was wet with sweat and maybe saliva. His lips always felt like heaven. In my opinion, First was the walking definition of perfection, his height, his facial structure, everything fit so perfectly together as if they were specifically made for him.

I finally came to the conclusion about waking him up with a kiss. Maybe it was non consensual but we were making out till two the other night so I didn't think it mattered. I leaned in to land a soft kiss on First's cheek. My lips were quite cold from washing earlier so he immediately whined. "Umm..." He mumbled and stretched his hands before finally opening his eyes and looking up at me.

That heavenly smile appeared on his face the second he saw me sitting right next to his head. He turned his head towards me and laid his head on my thighs. "Good morning, Tung..." He murmured, his smile getting wider as he rubbed his head on my thighs like a clingy puppy.

Tung was something he had recently started calling me. He didn't know the history of that nickname though. He just thought it was cute. But no one had ever called me that besides my parents who had gone years ago so it was really nice hearing someone call me Tung after so many years. Nicer than I would've felt if he called me baby or something like that.

"Good morning, Fir." I smiled back and rippled my fingers through his hair. Even his hair was just perfect. So smooth.

First slowly got up from my lap and sat on the bed, still yawning. His hair was messy but it made him look even hotter. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that was exposing both of his arms along with the tattoo he had a few inches away from his right shoulder. It was the tattoo of a Chinese word. He told me it meant First and it looked cool so he got it tattooed.

Time passed. We finished our breakfast and spent some cute moments. I wish those moments could last forever but that's the reality.

By the time I was preparing to leave, First started sulking, wanting me to stay for another day. I had been staying at his apartment for the past 2 days and I really wanted to go back but I also didn't want to upset the sunshine that First was.

But in the end, he convinced me to come back to his apartment once I was done with my work. I promised him that I would and left for my office.

Arriving at the office, I saw Jack waiting for me while he was looking through something on the computer. I walked closer and he noticed me through his glasses. I leaned on to my chair to see what he was doing and found him looking through a birth certificate. "Ping Pattranay Phakhutsaphorn" the name on the birth certificate said. I furrowed my brows curious and suspiciously. "Who?" I asked Jack, hinting at the name.

"It's the guy who was killed that day." Jack explained. My eyes squinted even more in confusion. Phakhutsaphorn... The last name seemed familiar... Too familiar.

After thinking for a while, I remembered where the surname was from. John! John Rakusay Phakhutsaphorn. John's full name. Phakhutsaphorn had been their family name since forever. Then how was that person related to John?

I swiftly whispered for Jack to get off the screen and scanned my eyes through the birth certificate. His father's name was Kao Pattanote Phakhutsaphorn. That's John's uncle. So that's John's cousin...

Could it have anything to do with John coming for me that day? John had to be intertwined with that.

"Jack, can you capture John in any way?" I asked Jack, my eyes almost fuming with frustration. Why would he want his own cousin dead? And what about First? What did he ever do to him?

I had tried to connect the dots. But the dots seemed too distant and I just couldn't. None of it made sense. Was someone trying to fool me? Even First didn't make sense. Why was he getting close to me? Did he really like me or was it just a plan for him to find out the progress I had made on the case? But he didn't seem suspicious... at all... Was he trying to keep my time so I couldn't investigate and dig deeper?

To Be Continued.....