INT. SEOUL METROPOLITAN POLICE AGENCY – NARCOTICS DIVISION – MORNING
The precinct was already buzzing by 9 AM.
Phones ringing. Interns panicking. Someone's lunch already stolen.
In the middle of the chaos sat Detective Nah Ah Jeong, legs up on her desk, stabbing a plastic fork into cold kimbap while glaring at a busted coffee machine like it personally insulted her ancestors.
"Still broken?" Taejin asked, walking in with his usual smug face and a fresh coffee from the place downstairs.
Ah Jeong looked up and squinted. "Don't talk to me unless you're offering that coffee or paying child support."
"Who's the baby?" he smirked.
"You. You're the baby. An emotional one."
He dramatically clutched his chest. "Wow. Attacked this early?"
Before she could stab him with her chopsticks, Chief Baek Seongwook stormed out of his office, waving a tablet.
"NAH AH JEONG!"
She blinked. Taejin sighed. "What did you do this time?"
Ah Jeong stood up, stuffing the last piece of kimbap into her mouth like a soldier on death row.
"Yes, Chief?"
He tapped the screen. A grainy CCTV clip played: her beating a suspect's face into the pavement last night.
"You can't keep doing this!" he barked.
"He resisted arrest."
"He sneezed and you slammed his head into a car!"
"He looked suspicious."
"He looked like he had allergies!"
She shrugged. "Maybe he's allergic to the law."
The chief pinched the bridge of his nose so hard it looked like he was trying to break his own skull. "You're a lawsuit waiting to happen."
"Better than being a walking policy violation like Taejin," she muttered.
"I HEARD THAT."
"Good."
The chief sighed and dropped into his chair like the weight of the entire justice system was on his back.
"Just… don't punch anyone today. Please."
Ah Jeong gave a two-finger salute. "No promises."
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INT. EVIDENCE ROOM – LATER
Ah Jeong was going through some files when Detective Yoo, the most annoying sunbae alive, strutted in with his hair freshly gelled and ego too big to fit through doors.
"Well, well, if it isn't the precinct's hot-headed legend."
"Yoo Seungmin, I swear to God if you don't turn your greasy self around—"
He leaned on the counter, way too close. "Why are you always so violent, huh? You know, some guys like a woman who can throw a punch."
She smiled sweetly.
Then slammed the file drawer shut so hard the whole cabinet shook.
Yoo Seungmin flinched. "I was joking! Chill!"
"Tell that to your future dental bills."
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EXT. POLICE PARKING LOT – AFTERNOON
Taejin found Ah Jeong leaning against her bike, sipping banana milk like it was whiskey.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Better than the last guy who asked me that."
He sat on the curb beside her.
"You ever think of quitting?"
"Only every day," she said with a dry laugh. "But someone's gotta keep the streets safe from losers like Seungmin."
He chuckled. "You're gonna get suspended one day."
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll win Employee of the Month. Who knows? Life's wild like that."
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INT. COMMISSIONER'S OFFICE – SAME TIME
A giant flat screen TV played on mute in the background. Red ticker blaring:
"JIN ISOO CAUSES SCENE AT LUXURY CLUB – AGAIN"
On the screen: a chaotic phone recording of Jin Isoo — sunglasses on at midnight, shirt halfway open, standing on top of a bar counter shouting,
> "DRINKS ON ME, BROKE PEOPLE!"
Bottles flying. Security dragging him. A girl in the background screaming "He stole my heels!"
Assemblyman Jin Do-Hwan, perfectly pressed suit, stone face, sat in silence, remote in hand. His jaw ticked.
Across from him sat his chief PR secretary, sweating like he just ran through fire.
"Sir... it's gone viral."
"No shit." Do-Hwan didn't even blink. "What's the damage?"
"Three million views in four hours. Netizens are calling him a disgrace. The hashtag #NationalNuisance is trending."
Do-Hwan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose.
"I told him to lay low during campaign season."
"He was drunk."
"When is he not drunk?" Do-Hwan snapped.
Silence.
"I want a cleanup plan. Now."
The secretary adjusted his tie. "We've reached out to the club. They're willing to take the footage down, but… it's too late. Screenshots are everywhere."
"And?"
"We also… reached out to the police."
Do-Hwan raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
"Sir, we think assigning him a plainclothes bodyguard could do wonders. We frame it as an effort to rehabilitate him. Show the people he's trying."
Do-Hwan scoffed. "Who'd volunteer to babysit that human headache?"
"I'll look into it sir" The secretary said and left the office.
Assemblyman Jin sighed as he rubbed his temple