Page 30 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Jun, get her address or some other way I can find you again.”
Jun spoke in Korean to the woman, and she answered in the same. Damian snagged a pad of paper off the desk in his room and scratched it down, the Korean alphabet flowing across the page with district name and street address numbers. He tossed the pad of paper into his briefcase and headed down the hall.
“Stay away from cameras, hide your face.”
“Already doing that.” Jun sounded dull and resigned.
Damian nodded even though Jun couldn’t see. “Good job. Do you know why the police will help Bak?”
“They’re involved. The person, the date, is one of them.”
There was shuffling on the other end of the phone, and Jun let out a sigh. The woman on the other end said something about behind the counter and making milk tea.
“Anything you need, I’ll pay for until we get your money back.” Jun had to have money somewhere. They just needed to get his bank cards reissued, which might mean getting a court order to retrieve his IDs. But if the police were going to try to cover something up, that might be more challenging. He was going to ignore the growing rage Jun’s last sentence was raising inside his chest.
Damian left his room, looking for Richard or any of the rest of his chosen family. One of them could use their phone to let their security detail know he needed an escort. Since Collin and Émeric had been kidnapped, they’d been more careful.
“She’s getting food.” Jun let out a tired sigh. “I’m sitting down behind the counter. No one can see me.”
“Text me every hour. I’m going to make some calls.”
“Okay.”
Damian swallowed. He needed to get off the phone. Each moment was important. But he needed to say this. “Thank you. For calling. Me.”
Jun huffed. “Don’t say that. This is a mess.”
“I want your mess.”
Jun laughed, raw and without humor. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to leave before this is over. I’m selfish even asking.”
“I want your mess.”
“You don’t even know how much of a mess it is.”
“We’ll figure that out together.”
“You still want me.” Jun sounded like he couldn’t understand what he was repeating.
“It’s not a secret.” Damian had made sure of it. He’d made no secret that Jun meant the world to him.
“We live in different worlds.” The lost wistfulness cut Damian across the chest. As if he hadn’t thought the same thing a thousand times.
“I know a lot about moving between worlds.”
“I’m famous.”
“I’m aware.”
“My feet stink after practice.”
Damian snorted. “Is this a warning that you’re willing to move in with me?”
“We’re not even dating.”
“We should change that.”
“I just asked you to buy me.”
