About four years ago, during a trip to Surin as a consultant for the Khwaosinrin station - though that title sounded grand, in truth he was just there to learn and gain experience - Dunk Natachai first met Joong Archen.

He still remembered the sight of the guy, roughly his age, looking sluggish during the morning meeting at the station. He wore a plum-red shirt, practically unbuttoned, and spent the entire meeting yawning and making flippant remarks. This was clearly a genuine playboy; I mean, what kind of inspector shows up looking like that?

But there was one thing Dunk Natachai couldn't take his eyes off: that insanely beautiful smile of his.

Dunk Natachai was easily moving, but he wasn't one to openly express it. It was undeniable that the young inspector made his heart flutter. Because Joong Archen was notoriously defiant and only appeared at a few station meetings a week, the times Dunk got to see him were extremely rare. Whenever he had the chance, he'd secretly steal glances at him, because the days he could stay in Surin were numbered. More than that, Dunk had no right to show affection for him, because Joong already had someone he loved.

Dunk Natachai had heard many rumors about Archen's girlfriend; she was the Station Chief's daughter and often came to the station with Archen.
- What kind of police station is this, so unprofessional that just any kind of creature can come and go - The nasty side of Natachai was clashing with his more dignified side.
- Her father is the Station Chief. - The dignified side replied.
- Not here to flaunt their affection? - After the nasty side spoke, Dunk unconsciously pouted.

It was just that Dunk Natachai hadn't felt this kind of immediate flutter for someone he'd just met in a long time. It was just that he had fallen for someone who was already taken.

On his last day in Surin, the Khwaosinrin station held a farewell party for colleagues returning to Bangkok. Joong Archen arrived late with a few other colleagues, seemingly having had drinks elsewhere. Of course, the sight of him didn't escape the cat-like eyes of a certain someone.

As the party was winding down, Natachai found Archen smoking outside the station door, in a hidden corner where few people would notice. He seemed very drunk. Dunk approached, mimicking his stance as he leaned against the wall.
- Following me? - Archen said without even looking at him once.
- Yeah. I like you, so I followed you. - Estimated that Dunk Natachai's alcohol intake wasn't insignificant either. He always got this bold when drunk.
- So straightforward, huh? Wish everyone could be that straightforward. - Joong said with a self-deprecating smile.
Dunk looked at the tall man beside him. He didn't wear cologne, Dunk noted with a small smile. No cologne, but he smelled really pleasant - at least to someone as incredibly fastidious and meticulous as Dunk Natachai.

- You like me, huh? - All Joong saw was a tall, slender boy; the booze, smoke, and shadows made it impossible for him to get a good look at the young man. He guaranteed that everything he was doing right now was the liquor's doing because once he woke up, he wouldn't remember a single thing about this young man. Joong unexpectedly reached out and gripped the soft nape of the young man beside him, pulling him close and hungrily kissing his full lips. This person smelled damn good; the pleasant scent when his rough fingers touched the skin behind the other's neck, combined with the sweet taste from his lips and tongue, truly made him itch for more.
At the mid-deep kiss, Natachai softly moaned:
- Chen...
...
Bangkok, four years later
Dunk Natachai never liked drinking, nor did he care for cigarette smoke. But everything from the past came rushing back today, making him long to be drunk. He didn't know which step had taken him back to the pub where he'd once met Archen.

With each sip of alcohol, old memories resurfaced. He remembered meeting Archen for the first time four years ago. He remembered the first time he officially took on a case. And he remembered, with chilling clarity, the first time he performed an autopsy; it had been Natalie corpse, his younger sister. As the image of the scalpel slicing into Natalie's pale, delicate skin flashed in his mind, Dunk's hand trembled, unable to hold the small glass of wine. He had never trembled when holding a scalpel, but just recalling the sight of Natalie lying on the autopsy table back then made him unable to stand steady.
...
Natalie committed suicide on a winter day nearly three years ago. She was the brightest part of Dunk Natachai's life - pure, full of life, and devoted to her older brother. The day she left, the world beneath Dunk's feet shattered. He personally requested to perform his sister's autopsy because he was unable to accept that she could take her own life and leave him behind.
...
Joong Archen had been sitting in this corner of the pub for quite a while. The moment he walked in, he spotted "The Metropolitan Bureau's Celebrity" downing drink after drink, looking exhausted. His Dango was truly strange. Though they hadn't known each other long, Natachai had successfully sparked Archen's curiosity. From the nickname "The Celebrity" to that night they spent together, he kept feeling like he had met him somewhere before but couldn't quite place where. Even the way Natachai called him "Chen" when they were together - a name no one else had ever used - still felt oddly familiar to him, and their kiss, too, felt as if it wasn't their first.
Archen stayed seated, waiting until his Dango finally passed out from drinking. He scooped him up and carried him back to his condo. After laying him on the bed, he took off his shoes and loosened the buttons of his shirt. He had only meant to help Natachai get a comfortable place to sleep - but he realized that maybe the one who truly needed it was himself.
Because that night, he had slept soundly. The deep sleep he had longed for over the past two years came when he held this man in his arms after their one-night stand. Without bothering to change clothes, he nuzzled into the other's neck, inhaling the pleasant scent, and hugged the slender waist tightly. Tonight, he would sleep well again.
...
The Khwaosinrin police station called Joong Archen early the next morning. They reported that in front of Bee's condo - the victim of the "No Heart" case - another bouquet of five sunflowers had appeared, along with a card that read:
"A of B."