Page 65 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Something tells me you’ve done this before,” Jun muttered.
Gigi batted her eyes at him. Her phone chimed, and she grinned. “Su-jin, Jaewoong, and Geun are up. They’re coming here for breakfast. Two minutes. They’re just trying to leave the staircase without being seen.”
Richard stood smoothly and went to the door. He disappeared and returned a minute later followed by the trio, bowing their greetings like ducklings as they entered past him.
Su-jin, their maknae — the youngest — threw himself on Jun. “Hyung! Jun—ah! You…you… You scared me!”
Jun laughed regretfully, patting Su-jin on the back and practically holding his entire bandmate in his lap as the twenty-two year old made himself into a clinging ball. “I’m sorry.”
Su-jin said something, but his face was crushed so tight against Jun’s chest that he couldn’t understand.
“Breathe. Take a breath. Can you do that for me, Pika?”
Su-jin sniffled and leaned back, wiping his face. “I was worried. So worried. You were sad and then you…you…ah!”
“I’d never. I promise.” Jun took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Of course, Su-jin would have jumped to that possibility. Sometimes he just wanted to bundle his maknae up in a soft blanket and hide the kid from the world even though he’d already finished military service. It helped that he’d done service with Jun so he’d been able to keep an eye on him. Not knowing how to protect his Pika from Bak had been one of the reasons he’d been so slow to make any moves. Su-jin was the sole provider for his family since his dad had died and his mother had given up on the world. His income had been what was keeping his mother, grandmother, and little sister afloat in the two years since he debuted. “I’m alive and happy to be alive, I swear. Someone made a problem for me, and I had to disappear for a minute. That’s all, I promise.”
“Promise?” Su-jin hiccupped, staring straight into Jun’s soul.
“Promise. Clean your face, drink something. Have you eaten?”
“Uh…”
Jun raise one eyebrow.
Su-jin drooped. “But my diet…”
“Pika, I’m telling you to eat, as your hyung. You’re going to need it. You don’t need to be skimping on food.”
“But boss said…”
Geun shoved a plate at Su-jin. “Bak can go fuck himself.”
Su-jin gasped.
Jun laughed ruefully. “I mean it, Pika, get some food, and drink water and anything else as long as it’s not caffeinated or alcohol. Just make sure some of it is protein. I don’t need you spinning off into space on me, got it?”
“Got it. I’ll do it.”
Jaewoong came up and bumped shoulders with Jun as Su-jin slid off his lap. “Don’t worry, I have his phone.”
Su-jin pouted at Jaewoong and moved away.
Mi Hi rested her chin on her hand and looked at Jaewoong. “Why do you have his phone?”
“Because boss scares me and calls me.” Su-jin made a face and started putting food on his plate, supervised by Geun.
Mi Hi looked between the four of them, but neither of them were more forthcoming. Maybe someday they would tell her that they couldn’t tell Su-jin secrets if Bak was going to get to him because Bak just had a way of scaring Su-jin the way his father had scared him. Whatever Bak wanted, it usually came out of Su-jin’s mouth. It was like Su-jin became a child again when Bak did certain things.
“We don’t need our Pika picked on.” Jaewoong waved away the conversation. “Jun, introduce your boyfriend.”
“He’s not…”
“He totally is.” Jaewoong smirked. He held his hand out to Damian, Western style. “Pleasure to meet you. My military service is done, and I do know people who could kill you if necessary.”
“JaeJae,” Jun wailed.
“Are we supposed to still be pretending we don’t know you’re gay?” Jaewoong quirked an eyebrow.
