Page 40 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Damian closed out of the 5N accounts and checked BBB3’s public page on Mi Hi’s suggestion. At the top of BBB3’s page was a denouncement of Mi Hi as the mouthpiece of 5N and a reminder that only BBB3 agents spoke for them. That was to be expected. But with the public endorsement days before by all members of 5N on television with Mi Hi standing with them, the fans weren’t buying it. Comments for that post had been turned off. There was also an “official update on Jun’s health” that stated he had been in an accident but was expected to make a full recovery. And then there was a final, most recent post expressing concern for Jun’s mental health.
So that was how they were trying to play it. Interesting. Jun would pass a psych exam, and those were certainly obtainable.
He dove into his emails. There were about ten from Yun alone.
At some point he realized Collin had entered the living room. He looked up and smiled. A week before, he would have patted the spot next to him, but now he hesitated. What if Jun walked in and saw? Was Jun ready for that?
Collin settled on the couch opposite. He had coffee and study materials in his hands.
Jun said you helped him make tea last night, thanks seemed like such a limp thing to say to his kink brother. I saw you dying in my dreams last night, and it tore me apart; please never get hurt again also didn’t feel quite right.
“You look better,” Collin said quietly.
Damian smiled ruefully. “Thanks.”
“I’ve never heard you have a dream like that before.”
“It’s been at least two years since I had one.” Before you came.
“Is there anything that helps?” Collin asked, eyes hopeful.
“Richard. Richard helps. Seeing that you were okay, that you were breathing, that helped.”
Collin dropped his eyes. “Was I… I mean…”
“You were dying. Matthew, you, Jun…” Damian rubbed his face.
“You have plenty of memories to pull from, too. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault Mikhail tried to kill you.”
“We all relied on you a lot. It’s not like you’ve really had much downtime before this whole thing with Jun started.” Collin curled in on himself a little. “Richard says I shouldn’t, but…I worry about you.”
Damian put his laptop to the side and leaned across the coffee table, taking Collin’s hand. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Worrying about me.”
Collin blushed. “But I’m not supposed to.”
“You’re family. When you’re worried, I know that you want me around, that you want me to be happy. I don’t want you worried, but I know what it means, and I’m glad.”
Collin gave him a tight, sad smile and gripped Damian’s hand back.
“I promise I won’t go forgetting to eat or sleep. If you see me slipping, tell me. Or point Richard at me.”
Collin shook his head but smiled. “I’ll just tell Jun.”
Well, damn.
Collin’s eyes danced with mischief.
“You minx.” Damian was across the table and tickling Collin before he’d even considered the action. Collin fell back on the cushions, giggling and trying to fend Damian off to no success. Damian turned him into a twitching, pleading ball before he stopped.
Collin flopped, out of breath, and pushed his hair back from his eyes. “I’ll still do it.”
Damian glared at him and returned to his computer. His kink brother knew what he was doing. Before Jun’s arrival, Damian had only answered to Richard, but now…
