Nueng2 Oneshots (Maybe?)

Story 9: From Handcuffs to Heartbeats (Cop AU)

Recent airport pics made me do it.

From Handcuffs to Heartbeats

The night buzzed with the usual energy of students and locals enjoying the weekend. Anueng stood with her classmates, sipping her drink, laughing about their recent exam. The weight of the semester seemed to lift, leaving only the lightness of the evening breeze.

But then, the mood shifted. A commotion erupted down the street—a few shouts, the sound of glass breaking, and suddenly the casual evening felt heavy with tension. A small group near the bar started shoving each other, and within moments, the café staff had already dialed the police.

Anueng turned to her friends, eyes wide. "We should get out of here."

But before they could move, police cars pulled up. Red and blue lights flashed, reflecting off the café windows, and officers moved swiftly into the crowd. Anueng and her friends were pushed closer to the scene, caught in the chaos.

"Over here! Hands where we can see them," one of the officers called, waving them over.

Anueng froze, her heart skipping. "Wait—what? No, we didn't do anything!" She glanced at her friends, panic setting in as the officers approached.

A tall figure stepped forward, commanding in presence. Anueng's eyes locked onto her—dark, sharp eyes, chiseled jawline, and a cool, collected air that took Anueng completely by surprise. How is someone this stunning a cop and not a model?

The officer—Nueng, her nameplate read—moved with a calm authority that made Anueng's pulse race for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

"Spread your legs. Arms up," Nueng instructed, her voice steady and professional.

Anueng blinked, thrown off by the directness. "What? No! We didn't do anything—this is all a misunderstanding!" She couldn't believe what was happening, her mind struggling to catch up.

But Nueng's expression didn't waver. "Follow instructions, and we'll sort it out after."

Anueng's cheeks flushed with frustration and something else—an odd mix of embarrassment and awareness of just how close this officer was. Reluctantly, she complied, spreading her legs slightly and raising her arms. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt Nueng step closer.

Nueng's hands moved over her sides and arms with precision, quick and methodical. But the moment those hands made contact with her, Anueng felt a jolt—like a spark of electricity surging through her. It was brief, but undeniable. Her breath caught, eyes widening as her thoughts scattered.

What was that?

Nueng, for her part, remained composed, but Anueng could swear she saw a slight flicker in her eyes—just for a second. The search continued, professional and routine, but there was an odd charge in the air now, something humming beneath the surface. Nueng's hand brushed along Anueng's waist, and Anueng felt that same spark again, this time making her pulse quicken.

"I swear, we were just standing here," Anueng managed to get out, her voice quieter now, almost as if the tension between them was squeezing the words from her.

Nueng didn't react outwardly, her hands finishing their search. "That's what they all say," she replied coolly, though something in her tone seemed slightly more...strained. "Innocent face, cute girls—always hiding something."

Anueng felt heat rise to her cheeks, part indignation, part something more complicated. Why does she have to be this beautiful while arresting me?