Page 44 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
Jun rose slowly, keeping his knees together.
“Damn, you make that look easy.”
“I’m a dancer?” Jun blushed again. Seriously, they’d been over this before. He was trained.
“It’s fine, fine, really. Just jealous.”
BoBo meowed from his nest on top of Jun’s discarded clothes. Jun leaned over to pet him.
“Bend your knees and kneel a little. You’re showing the world everything.”
Jun bent his legs together at once. Fuck. How did girls do this all the time?
They went out to the hallway to practice walking. Jun sorted through his memories for someone to imitate and picked one of his favorite female idols. She had legs for days and always walked like the air was gliding around her. Picturing her posture in his mind’s eye, he let it fall into his body the same way he would if Gigi was teaching him choreography.
Then he walked.
“Damn.”
Jun stumbled and turned back. “Is it wrong?”
“No, it’s right, just tone it down a little. We’re going across the city, not taking on Paris fashion week.”
Three turns later, Mi Hi was satisfied. “You really don’t mind?” She looked him up and down as they stepped back into the privacy of her apartment.
“Mind what?”
“Dressing as a girl.”
“Uh, no?” Jun shook himself. “It’s smart. And…I look good.”
Mi Hi laughed. “Most guys don’t want to look like a girl.”
Jun shrugged. “It’s clothes, just clothes. I’ve dressed in all kinds of things. I think I was a dinosaur once.”
“Yeah, but you get treated differently dressed as a girl.” Mi Hi pushed off her shoes. “Give me ten minutes. I’ll be ready to go.”
Instead of taking off the boots, Jun sat down on the step. BoBo came over for more petting. Jun lost himself in running his hand over the cat’s back, feeling the purring under his palm. Maybe, when this was all over, he could get a pet. A cat or a dog, he didn’t care, just something to touch and cuddle.
Mi Hi jogged back, dressed in something much classier than what she’d worn the day before. He couldn’t tell with the classic khaki coat she had thrown on over everything, but she looked like she was wearing a full pantsuit. “Let’s go.”
“You’re really dressed up.”
“Considering the address of the hotel where we’re supposed to meet your boyfriend, believe me, this is required. I can be your auntie.”
“I’ve never had an auntie.”
“Really?” They stepped out of the apartment, and Mi Hi locked it. “Your parents are both single children or just uncles?”
“I don’t know.” Jun followed Mi Hi to the stairs. He shouldn’t say anything, but it seemed like words were just coming out of his mouth. “I only met my father once, and my mother never told me any details about her family.
“Is that why you’re so quiet about your family in public?”
“Is it quiet if there’s nothing to tell?”
“Yes, but I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”
Jun fingered his mother’s jade Buddha, now hanging around his neck. He thought of saying more and stopped himself. As nice as Mi Hi was, he didn’t know how she’d react to knowing the blank truth.
