Jun sat on the almost empty train, glancing both ways as he pretended to read a book titled “The Memory Police” that he snagged from the school library, clutching his mini camera tightly in hand. (He hasn’t actually read a single sentence of the book.) Another big weekly payout, here I come! Jun encouraged himself.

There were barely any people at this hour. Most people were still busy at work. He won’t get caught, will he? The few times someone did spot him from afar, they never cared enough to intervene. He’s been doing it for a month with little to no issues, so what are the odds he gets caught now?

Even then, Jun can’t help but get cold feet every time he goes on his naughty photography sprees. It was a risky job, after all. As Jun’s mind begins to fill with worry, someone walked up and stood right in front of him. Jun’s eyes widened as he was slouched down, pretending to read, catching a tantalizing glimpse of the stranger’s underwear.

Perfect! He was determined to make a pretty penny out of this opportunity. As the stranger seemed to be distracted, Jun slowly extended his hand, hovering the camera close enough to the stranger’s crotch to get a good shot without them noticing.

A silent click of Jun’s camera concealed his indecent deed. Just as he was about to get away with it...

Jun’s hand accidentally brushed against their thigh.

He froze in place as he felt the warmth radiating off the stranger’s skin. They definitely felt that. Oh God. Did I just do that mega amateur mistake? Please don’t scream. Please. Jun quickly withdrew his hand, tossing his camera into his bag, before he starts rubbing his hand in a soothing manner with the other. “Uh...Uhm, sorry about that. My—my hand slipped.” Jun swiftly apologized, ending his sentence with a forced, timid chuckle. Nice going, Jun. Definitely not a flimsy excuse.