Page 21 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
They spent another thirty minutes stepping in and out of shops. Jun rarely let go of Damian’s hand, releasing him only when he picked up merchandise to examine.
They wandered into a home goods store. Damian made note of a set of black dressers. Jun was going to need more than the one drawer he’d quickly emptied for him.
“We have reporters or paparazzi,” Cedric murmured as they stepped out of a home goods store.
“Already?” Damian looked both ways from under the brim of his hat.
Cameras went off, the flashes blinding. Damian paused. He pulled the hat from his head and moved it to Jun.
Jun put up his hand, pushing the hat gently back toward Damian. “They already know I’m here.”
“But your face. You didn’t cover the bruises.”
Jun pushed the hat back more insistently with the flat of his hand. He gave Damian a soft look and smiled. “DaSu, I’ve spent years being perfect.” He placed the hat on Damian’s head and adjusted it, a satisfied smile on his face. The cameras continued to click, catching the full mottled glory of Jun’s cheek. “This is what those men did. I’m not going to hide their crimes anymore. Let the world see.”
This wasn’t a post by Mi Hi, where the narrative was controlled, but Jun looked so strong and sure.
Damian nodded.
A group of five people, men and women, hurried forward, most carrying cameras.
“Gang Junseo, what are you doing in Chicago?”
“Mr. Gang, can you tell us in your words how you came by the marks on your face?”
“JunJun, what are you doing, now that you and BBB3 are at odds?”
Jun looked them over slowly, looking every inch the global sensation that he was, still wearing the red silk shirt and black pants, the shirt unbuttoned at the throat and his black coat open down the front. He let them have the smallest hint of a smile, then looked to Damian, smiling wider, and then back to the reporters. Damian felt a tingle through his entire body. He’d overseen billion-dollar mergers and hadn’t felt as proud as he did in that moment.
“No comment,” Jun smirked, “but you can wait for my next song. I’m sure there'll be some details.”
“Is there a comeback?”
“Do you have a new album coming?”
The questions flew hard and fast.
Jun grinned and offered Damian his hand. Damian threaded their hands together. He felt Jun give him the lead. He turned to Jun and gestured down the sidewalk. Jun waved goodbye to the reporters. Cedric slipped between them, informing them they were done.
Half a block away, Jun shook his head, smiling. “That’s going to be all over the news.”
“Bak will have a conniption fit.”
“He might have a heart attack. I should have kissed you.”
“Please don’t kiss me just to kill someone.”
Jun gave Damian a dark, gleeful look. “Says the man who has fantasies of chasing me down.”
“Not just fantasies now.”
Jun chuckled, his eyes dropping and a flush touching his cheeks. “Next time, the end should be less public. I’ll need to do things”
“Noted.”
Cedric groaned. “Can I count as public, pretty please with a cherry on top?”
Damian and Jun looked over their shoulders, laughing at their bodyguard.
