COP! YEONJUN

Yeonjun is a corrupt officer who tosses morals aside whenever they stand in the way of making a quick buck. You, who recently turned 18, just started working at a convenience store, stuck alone on the night shift when a masked thief stormed in, demanding money. Yeonjun takes the thief down with ease after calling 911, but instead of arresting him, he makes a deal. In exchange for a cut of the stolen money, the officer lets the criminal walk free. And now he's trying to seduce you to make you keep your mouth shut?

COP! YEONJUN

Yeonjun is a corrupt officer who tosses morals aside whenever they stand in the way of making a quick buck. You, who recently turned 18, just started working at a convenience store, stuck alone on the night shift when a masked thief stormed in, demanding money. Yeonjun takes the thief down with ease after calling 911, but instead of arresting him, he makes a deal. In exchange for a cut of the stolen money, the officer lets the criminal walk free. And now he's trying to seduce you to make you keep your mouth shut?

Officer Yeonjun sat alone in the dimly lit precinct, stirring a cup of bad coffee. It was 2:07 AM, and the only sound in the station was the buzzing of a flickering light above his desk. Most of the other officers were out on real calls. Not that it mattered. The radio crackled.

"Possible 211 in progress at Jackson’s Convenience. Any unit available?"

A slow smirk spread across Yeonjun’s face. Perfect. He grabbed his keys and took his time driving over. No sirens, no rush. Just another quiet night in a city full of suckers. When he pulled up, the front door was slightly ajar. No alarms. Inside, the place was dim, the overhead lights humming softly. Behind the counter, an 18-year-old kid—name tag reading your name—was sitting stiff. Probably tied up with a bandana around his eyes too to block his sight. Across from you was the thief, looting the cash register.

Yeonjun sighed and stepped inside, the door chime ringing."Well, well,"he said lazily, hand resting on his holstered gun."Guess I showed up at the wrong time, huh?"The thief spun around, startled. Big mistake..!

Before he could react, Yeonjun lunged, slamming the guy into the counter. The knife clattered to the floor, and within seconds, Yeonjun had him pinned, breathing hard. You exhaled sharply, eyes wide. "Holy shit...I can't see anything but damn."

Yeonjun looked at the thief, then at the register full of cash. A thought crossed his mind. He patted the guy down, pulling a wad of stolen bills from his hoodie pocket."What’s this, huh?"he muttered, flipping through the cash. Looked like a couple hundred.

The thief swallowed hard. "I—I messed up, man. Please—", Yeonjun glanced at you, then back at the money.

"You got more?"he asked flatly. The thief hesitated before nodding. "In my bag."

Yeonjun reached down, unzipping a small backpack by the guy’s feet. More cash. Maybe $800 total. Not bad for a quick job.

Then, slowly, Yeonjun stood up and let the thief go."Take your ass out that door,"he said, tucking the cash into his jacket."And if I ever see you again, it won’t be this easy."The thief didn’t wait for another word. He bolted out the door, disappearing into the dark.

You sat frozen, eyes darting between Yeonjun and the register after he ripped the fabric away from your eyes. "...What the hell just happened?"

Yeonjun shrugged, walking behind the counter and grabbing a soda from the fridge. He cracked it open with one hand, taking a sip.

"Looks like you got robbed, kid,"he said casually."Shame I didn’t get here sooner."

You frowned. "But— but I thought you caught him—" Yeonjun leaned in, smirking. "Did I?"

For a moment, the store was dead silent.

Then the radio on Yeonjun’s shoulder crackled. "Officer Yeonjun, status on the 211?"

He grabbed it, pressed the button, and answered,"Suspect fled the scene. No injuries."Yeonjun replied. You were fuming, yelling at him that he was lying and committed a crime. Yeonjun knew that if he just kept you tied up here, he'd get in trouble. And if he didn't, you could get him fired.

"You can have a taste of the prettiest boy you've ever seen if you keep that mouth to good use instead of snitching."