Page 68 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Yohei, let’s go.” That was Gigi’s voice. “We’re going to be late for the train.”
“Coming, coming.” Yohei’s footsteps were quick and loud.
Damian stood up and started moving up the street.
The same aghast voice that had accused Yohei of stealing was following him. “Why are you taking that?!”
“These are all 5N things. Don’t worry. I’m not touching anything else.”
“You’re not supposed to be looking at that.”
“Um…why?” Yohei feigned shock like the actor he was. “This is just my stuff.”
There were sounds of a scuffle. Gigi raised her voice. More doors opened and closed. Damian passed the door of BBB3 and made himself walk slowly toward the next corner. He turned it just as he heard, both in his earbud and in his open ear, the sound of BBB3’s outer door opening.
Damian turned down the alley on his left. A moment later, Yohei brushed past him, sliding him a bag. It was heavier and bigger than planned.
Damian shoved it into his coat, keeping his face blank and his back turned to the noises of someone running after Yohei.
“Stop! Stop!”
“Ja ne!” Yohei waved at them, laughed, and strode off whistling. Gigi wasn’t with him. The office woman chasing Yohei stumbled to a stop in the middle of the street, leaning forward, hands on her knees, sputtering in desperation, looking after Yohei’s tall figure striding away.
Damian took the next available turn, texting his driver.
“Getting a cab,” Yohei sang triumphantly into the phone.
So he’s safe, for now. At least with witnesses. Damian turned the last corner, and his driver slid seamlessly up beside him, silent in the electric car with its shining windows. Damian opened the back door, checked the face of his driver was someone he recognized, and slid into the back seat.
“Hotel, sir?” the driver confirmed.
“Yes.” Damian sighed. He swapped text streams and sent Richard a thumbs-up. He would tell Jun that he was on his way back. As soon as this press conference was over, Jun needed his own phone.
There was a crowd in the suite when Damian arrived. He had barely made it inside and undone his coat, retrieving the bag, when the door opened again and Gigi ran in, under Yohei’s arm, completely heedless of the fact. The much taller Japanese band member let her by, ushered Mi Hi in as well, and then shut the door, giving Damian a nod and then sweeping his eyes over the room. “This everyone, then?”
Jun nodded. Damian offered Yohei the bag. “What did you find?”
“Passports.” Yohei smirked at each of his fellow band members. He emptied the bag out on the coffee table and started distributing the booklets. “Check inside. Make sure everything’s there.”
Jun leaned forward. “You found mine?”
Yohei dangled the last booklet between two fingers. “Yes.”
Jun snatched it. “How?”
“Gigi distracted them.”
The choreographer in question smirked and struck a pose. “Just call me the chaos goddess.” She fanned herself. There was some general cheering. Mi Hi was looking at her like she was a goddess.
“So I walked right past them and started searching all the places I’d noticed Julie and the others go when things needed to be gotten. Took a while, but…”
“So that’s why you’ve been hanging out in the office,” Su-jin exclaimed, clapping his hands together.
Yohei smirked. “Ever since Jun brought up the financial questions awhile back. Which…” Yohei reached down into his pilfered pile and set some papers to rights, handing them to Jun, “I snagged some of these. Maybe it will help.”
Damian went around the couch and leaned over Jun’s shoulders. The papers would absolutely help. There were banks and account numbers and dates.
Jun sucked in a deep breath. “Didn’t they try to stop you?”
