Page 96 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“All of our contracts, the ones we have, are with SP4700Y. I’ve checked with all five members. None of us have ever talked to anyone in SP4700Y. We were given to believe it was the subgroup we were located under within BBB3. Is there any way to check if Bak owns it but is pretending he doesn't?”
“SP4700Y is not a subgroup of BBB3, I can tell you that much. Who owns it? We don’t know.”
“So technically, we’re breaking contract with SP4700Y if we work but not with BBB3.”
“Yes. Bak’s last claim in response to my latest filing was that he was only contracted out by SP4700Y to run 5N. So SP4700Y could come after you for damages if BBB3 sues them for breaking contract by allowing you to work under new management, but I can’t say whether that would happen.”
“Why wouldn’t anyone from SP4700Y have contacted us yet?”
“That would be speculation on my part. I don’t know. It’s odd. Even the courts have found it odd. What we can do is focus on discovering who owns SP4700Y. At this point, it looks like one of those companies that’s there just for investment. Low to almost no staff, a company on paper only.”
“Well, that sucks,” Su-jin muttered.
Jun grimaced and nodded, agreeing.
“We can’t go that long without working or getting paid.” Jun directed his observation back to Yun on the phone. “Is it possible to make that a priority, or do I need to hire someone else to work on that for 5N as a group?”
“So far, I’m working for you personally, but if the rest of the members of 5N want to be represented together with you, we can do that. It would be more efficient to run all the cases from the same office.”
“Can you write up an agreement and send it over for the other guys to look at?”
“Yes. To clarify, this is to for all of you to work together as 5N independent of SP4700Y and BBB3.”
“Yes.”
“All right. I’ll do that.”
Jun ended the call and let out a long sigh.
“Glad that ball’s moving.” Jaewoong stretched and groaned. “My cat plushie collection isn’t going to buy itself.”
Geun pretended to throw something at him.
Su-jin play-smacked Jaewoong in the arm. “Ten is barely a collection.”
“It’s the beginning of a collection.”
Yohei groaned, shaking his head.
Jun smiled at them. They could all be facing economic ruin, but none of them were going to mention it.
He let the warmth of their loyalty fill him up; if the warmth was twined with cold fear of what could be and what was coming, he ignored it. There was too much to be afraid of. He was going to stay here, in this moment, with his bandmates. “Come on, let’s go practice. I have some new lyrics. Su-jin, let’s see you hit the keyboard today and get a backtrack going. We only have a few hours before Alice, Ash, and Dana get here.”
“They’re coming up to hang out?” Jaewoong stretched his arms above his head and cracked his neck.
“Ash is helping me with the website security,” Mi Hi explained. “And Alice and Dana are tagging along. Ellisandre is dropping them off, but they have business nearby.
“Dana!” Su-jin grinned. Jun had to smile, watching his maknae’s face light up. Su-jin had a soft spot for kids.
Jun
Wednesday evening, Jun said good night to Mi Hi, Yoihei, Geun, Jaewoong and Su-jin a bit after ten and left them playing Monopoly: the Social Media edition, which was not a standard issue game board at all. Dana and Alice had gone off to bed hours before, and Ash had fallen asleep on the couch. Which left the Korean contingent plus Yohei still awake. Jaewoong had printed out the game board using a fan image he found online as gag gift for Mi Hi and express shipped in Monopoly money and game pieces. Mi Hi had insisted they play it for real as soon as she saw it. They’d quickly run into the issue that most of the social media sites were US based and therefore meant little to nothing to them. Geun, in his laconic way said, “change it” and the sticky notes had quickly made an appearance thereafter. They’d taken so long modifying the board by voting on which social media apps should be swapped in and out that Jun hadn’t gotten to play.
He’d been entertained anyway. And it didn’t matter that he was missing out. Because he wasn’t. He was waiting for something else.
Someone else.
Which was why he was standing at the glass porch doors, watching headlights come up the drive.
