Page 82 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Already called.” Yun waved his own phone in the air, a call in progress. “I have colleagues en route. I’ll stay in touch.”
“Do that.” Damian called Maleko away from packing. “See Mr. Yun to his car. Don’t leave him until he’s with his people.”
Yun left, the door clicking shut.
Damian turned back, one arm crossed over his chest, his palm cradling his other elbow, fingers pressed against his temple. “Mi Hi, that job, still willing?”
“Willing.”
“Passport?”
“At my apartment. I don’t have a visa.”
“Yohei?”
The Japanese member of 5N reached into his jacket and pulled out his passport. “We’re all covered. You’re thinking of getting the other three out of here?”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Jaewoong snapped. “We’re helping.”
“They can make you disappear as easily as they can make Jun go poof,” Gigi snapped. “Don’t make me lose more of you.”
Damian met Gigi’s eyes, feeling deep kinship with the only other African American in the room. “Yohei would be an international incident, but the three of you”—Damian nodded at Su-jin, Geun, and Jaewoong—“are citizens here. Any inquiries would stay inside the justice system, which Bak seems to have undue influence on. You need to be elsewhere so you can’t be used as leverage.” Damian glanced toward Richard. “Can you get them to the estate?”
Richard pulled out his phone. “Give me ten.” He stalked off toward his bedroom.
A muscle twitched in Geun’s cheek. “There has to be something we can do.”
Mi Hi’s hand shot up. “There is. We have a few minutes here. Then time on the plane, and then once we arrive. How do you feel about your own social media accounts?”
“Pretty sure that’s breaking our contracts.”
“A civil matter, not criminal,” Damian growled. “At most, they can fine you.”
“I don’t care,” Su-jin said. “But if they can make us go poof, what about our families?”
Richard stuck his head back into the room. “Make a list. We have people.”
Damian nodded. “Mi Hi, publicist advice. Two scenarios: one they actually book him and Yun can meet him, or two, he disappears from the system.”
Yohei stood with his feet braced wide apart and arms crossed. “They won’t book him. He’s going to disappear.”
Damian let the comment slide past him. It was the truth, but agreeing didn’t change the fact he needed Mi Hi to answer both forks in the road.
She held up her phone, where her fingers had been typing furiously. “Already on it. I’m posting that I saw the police drag him off after he agreed to speak to them about being a missing person. At least two of you”—she looked toward the members of 5N—“should post firsthand accounts yourself. Stick to the facts. One of you suggests that Bak seems off and has been for a while. Yohei, Geun, play the sensible cards. Appeal to the fans to demand answers from BBB3 and the police. Go moral, go righteous outrage. Keep it calm. Su-jin, lose your shit. Cry if you want to. Jaewoong, same. You’re the emotional ones of the group. If we have time for a live, we should do that now. I’ve been making an account as we speak. Post, and then I’ll repost it on the fanboards.”
Damian pointed to his bedroom. “Do it. I’ll get you an escort to your apartment after.”
Mi Hi stood up, lips firm. She pulled out her key. “Too much to do. I can tell you where everything is. I have a cat, but my roommates will watch BoBo for me.”
“Deal.”
5N and Mi Hi disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Gigi and Damian alone.
“Do you want to stay?”
“After this?” Gigi rolled her eyes. “You offering a ride?”
“Asking where you want to be.”
