INT. SEOUL METROPOLITAN POLICE AGENCY – COMMISSIONER'S OFFICE – MORNING
Commissioner Han Jiseok was used to pressure, but today's visitor wasn't someone you made wait in the lobby. Assemblyman Jin Do-Hwan, crisp charcoal suit, silver tie pin, and an expression like he owned half the city, sat across from him, sipping tea he hadn't asked for.
"This is about my son," Jin Do-Hwan said finally, placing his phone on the table. On screen: the viral clip of Jin Isoo standing on a nightclub bar, shirt half open, shouting "Drinks on me, broke people!" while security dragged him away.
The Commissioner cleared his throat. "Yes, I saw it."
"It's bad optics," Do-Hwan said. His voice carried the weight of a man who didn't need to shout to be heard. "The election is three weeks away. My opponents are circling like vultures. My son is a walking scandal."
Jiseok chose his words carefully. "With respect, Assemblyman, he's… an adult. We can't exactly babysit him."
"Then we make it look like he's trying to reform." Jin leaned forward, lowering his voice. "We assign him a protective detail. We spin it as… security. Safety concerns during campaign season."
"That's not standard protocol," Jiseok said.
Jin's lips curved into a thin smile. "Neither is having a senator who raised a public menace. But here we are." He slid a folder across the table. "You assign someone discreet. Competent. Someone who can handle him and keep him from humiliating me again. Or…" He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "You explain to the Mayor why you declined a direct request from a leading candidate."
The Commissioner's jaw flexed. He hated politics. He hated rich families using the force as personal babysitters. But saying no to a man like Jin Do-Hwan? Career suicide.
"I'll assign someone," Jiseok said finally.
"Good," Jin replied, standing. "I don't care how you do it. Just… keep him out of the headlines. And don't tell him who it is yet. He'll only make it difficult."
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INT. JIN FAMILY PENTHOUSE – LATE MORNING
Jin Isoo sat cross-legged on the couch, controller in hand, eyes glued to the giant TV screen as his character in a shooter game reloaded a gold-plated rifle. Empty cans of energy drink littered the coffee table.
"You're twenty-eight, Isoo," Assemblyman Jin said, stepping into the living room. "At some point, a man grows out of playing video games all night."
Isoo paused the game and turned, deliberately slow, like he was watching a toddler throw a tantrum. "And at some point, a dad stops barging into his adult son's home uninvited."
"This is my property."
"Exactly my point."
Do-Hwan inhaled slowly through his nose, clearly counting to ten. "Do you even understand what you've done? That video is everywhere. People think my son is a drunken fool."
Isoo smirked. "Maybe because your son is a drunken fool?"
"Do you think this is a joke?!"
"Kind of? Yeah."
Do-Hwan stepped closer, voice low and controlled. "You're getting a bodyguard."
Isoo blinked, then laughed—loud, mocking, borderline cruel. "You're serious. You think slapping a babysitter on me is gonna fix your reputation?"
"This isn't up for debate."
"Oh, so you're still doing the whole I'm your father, you'll listen act? Cute. Where was all this 'fatherly guidance' when you were busy marrying your secretary and starting a replacement family?"
The temperature in the room dropped.
"You still hold onto that grudge? After all these years?"
Isoo stood, looking him dead in the eye. "You married the woman who ruined my mother's life. And you want me to pretend like we're some perfect family? News flash, Dad—no one buys it."
Do-Hwan's jaw clenched. "You're a disgrace."
"And you're a hypocrite," Isoo shot back, grabbing his phone and keys. "Enjoy your election. I'll be at the club."
"You will not—"
"Try and stop me." Isoo walked out, door slamming hard enough to rattle the frames on the wall.
Do-Hwan stood there, fists tight at his sides. This wasn't just about politics anymore. It was personal.
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INT. POLICE PRECINCT – CHIEF BAEK'S OFFICE – AFTERNOON
Ah Jeong walked into Chief Baek Seongwook's office, already suspicious. The Chief only wore that expression—half smug, half guilty—when he was about to ruin her life.
"You called me?" she said, crossing her arms.
"Sit down."
"I'd rather stand."
"Fine." He slid a folder across the table.
She looked at it, then at him. "What's this?"
"Your new assignment."
She opened it—and froze. "No. Absolutely not."
"You don't even know what it is yet."
"I don't have to. That's the look you wear when you're about to give me something awful."
"Assemblyman Jin requested it personally."
She blinked. "Wait… the same Assemblyman Jin whose drunk-driving influencer son I tased last week?"
"The very one."
"Nope. I quit."
"You can't quit."
"I'll take unpaid leave, then."
"Denied."
Ah Jeong leaned on the desk. "Tell me you're not putting me on babysitting duty for that spoiled brat."
Chief Baek sighed. "Look, I don't like it either. But the order came from the Commissioner, and the Commissioner got it from above. You're the only one in this precinct who can handle him."
"You mean I'm the only one who punched him in the ego already, so now he's scared of me."
The Chief shrugged. "Semantics."
She dropped into the chair, rubbing her temples. "How long?"
"Until the election's over. Or until he behaves."
"So, indefinitely."
"Pretty much."
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EXT. LUXURY APARTMENT COMPLEX – EVENING
Ah Jeong adjusted the strap of her holster under her jacket and glared at the shiny glass tower in front of her.
"Are you good?" Taejin's voice buzzed through her earpiece.
"No. I'm about to babysit a grown man who thinks laws are optional."
"Want me to bring popcorn? This sounds entertaining."
She hung up on him.
The glass doors slid open, and there he was: Jin Isoo, sunglasses on despite it being nearly sunset, phone in hand, looking like he just stepped out of an ad for "Rich and Irresponsible Weekly."
He stopped when he saw her and slowly grinned. "Ohhh no way. You? They sent you?"
"Believe me, I'm just as disappointed as you are."
He circled her like he was inspecting a car he didn't intend to buy. "You're the one who tased me. Twice."
"Once," she corrected.
"Felt like twice."
She stepped closer, looking up at him with ice in her eyes. "Listen, Jin Isoo. I don't like you, I don't like this job, but if you ditch me or pull any of that influencer nonsense, I will tase you again. And this time, I won't aim for your chest."
His smirk faltered for the first time. "…You're serious."
"Dead serious."
He exhaled dramatically, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Fine. Whatever. But don't slow me down."
"Slow you down? I'm here to keep you out of jail."
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INT. SHOPPING DISTRICT – NIGHT
It took exactly thirty minutes for Ah Jeong to regret her life choices.
Isoo didn't walk like a normal person—he sauntered, like the world was his runway. He stopped randomly to take pictures of neon signs, taste street food he didn't pay for (he tipped in cash, at least), and complain about how "the lighting in this city sucks for content."
At one point, he ducked into a game store and spent twenty minutes arguing with the clerk over a pre-order bonus for a limited-edition figurine. Ah Jeong stood at the entrance, arms folded, debating if quitting police work altogether was worth it.
When he finally emerged, holding a bag with a smug grin, she gave him a look. "This is your idea of a wild night?"
"I'm complex," he replied with a shrug. "I'm not just some spoiled party boy, you know."
She snorted. "You literally went viral for yelling 'Drinks on me, broke people.'"
"That was performance art."
She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt.
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INT. ISOO'S CAR – LATER
The car ride was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine. Isoo leaned back, scrolling his phone.
"You know you're trending again?" he said casually.
"I don't care."
"#BodyguardDetective. Someone filmed us at the game store. Apparently, I leaned too close and now they think we're dating."
She turned to glare at him. "Delete it."
"Can't. Internet's forever." He smirked. "I gotta say though, you photograph well. Even when you look like you're plotting my murder."
"One more word and I swear—"
"You'll tase me again?" He chuckled. "Kinda hot, not gonna lie."
Her hand twitched toward her taser.
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INT. LUXURY APARTMENT – NIGHT
When they returned, Isoo collapsed dramatically onto the couch. "So, Detective Babysitter, what now? Are we doing trust falls or should I just handcuff myself to you?"
"Go to bed."
"Bossy. I like it."
She glared at him one last time before heading toward the guest room the agency had set up for her.
From the couch, Isoo smirked to himself. This was going to be fun.