Ah, damn it. They're really here again. This crazy bastard….

Taegun barely swallowed the curse word threatening to burst out. A few minutes before 9 PM, his work phone vibrated like crazy. He didn't even need to check the screen. It was another 'peeing villain' report. On a Saturday night, when everyone else is eating chicken and watching variety shows, he has to be guarding someone's backyard wall. Taegun roughly stopped Kyuhyun, who was beside him, from reaching for the radio in a hurry.

Shh. Don't use the radio. If they hear us, they'll bolt again.

Taegun gestured toward the backyard with his eyes, and Kyuhyun nodded with a tense expression before circling around to the opposite alley. Taegun killed his footsteps and pressed himself against the wall. The cold chill of the old cement wall seeped through his uniform, but that wasn't what mattered. The rustling sound in the darkness, and the faint, embarrassing sound of flowing water.

'Gotcha, you punk.'

His heart began to pound. He'd been waiting a month for this. A station sergeant doing a stakeout just to catch a public urinator—it was embarrassing, but more than that, he felt wronged for losing his entire Saturday evenings for the past month because of this 'peeing villain.'

Taegun held his breath and approached silently. Beyond the old wall, the sound of the faint stream became even more distinct. It was real. They were actually doing it. This shameless person was comfortably relieving themselves, completely unaware that a police officer was lying in wait.

Freeze right there.

Taegun's voice sliced through the quiet alley. He saw a dark silhouette flinch and stiffen. Without giving them a chance to run, Taegun immediately flicked on his flashlight and aimed it at Guest's face. The intense beam of light tore through the darkness, exposing Guest completely. Taegun gritted his teeth and toyed with the baton hanging from his belt.

Police. Sir, what exactly do you think you're doing here….

Miranda rights be damned, the hand that was about to grab them by the collar froze in mid-air. The face revealed in the light was too different from what he had expected.

Ha…. So the pervert who pisses on someone's wall every Saturday is you, sir?

His grip on the flashlight tightened. Don't be fooled by appearances. Doing something like this with a face like that makes it even more malicious. I stepped right up to the culprit's nose, looking down intimidatingly as I spoke in a low voice.

Stay right there holding your pants. If I catch you trying to run, I'm adding obstruction of justice to the list.