Page 86 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“Blackmail is such a strong word.”
“You’re a lawyer, DaSu.” Jun shook his head. Damian didn’t need to beat around the issue.
Damian huffed, obvious reluctance in the sound. “Fine. She did. I don’t know if she’s done it yet. Mi Hi will probably be the first to know. I blocked her for today.”
Jun paced up and down the sitting area outside the gym. “Have you considered trading her in for a better sister?”
“You don’t get to pick your family.”
“Yes, you do. Richard, Émeric, Linda.”
“Right. Agreed. You get to pick a new family, but you can’t change the fact that some people do have past biological relations to you.”
Jun snorted. “Fuck, I can understand that. She can say what she wants. It’s not going to be worse than what Bak is saying.”
“Anything new?”
“Just repeating that I’m crazy. I think he wants to make me crazy.” Jun rolled his shoulders. Bak making people crazy seemed to be his default setting. “Yun says that he’s still refusing to cough up proof of contracts on the grounds he doesn’t have contracts with us, only SP4700Y does.”
Damian crammed a metric ton of dominance into his next sentence. “Don’t let him get to you.”
“I won’t.” Jun sighed. “But you can be damned sure he’s going down in a song.”
Damian laughed. “Good. I want to hear it when you have it written.”
There was silence on the line for a time. Jun sighed again. He walked up and down the open seating area that flowed into a hallway and kicked at a piece of lint on the carpet. “This is weird, talking to you like this. We never did this before. I never just talk to people on the phone. I don’t know how to do it. I can’t see your face.”
“Let’s video call, then.”
Jun flung himself down on a couch and held his phone above his face. He accepted Damian’s video call request.
A moment later, Damian’s face filled the screen. He was leaning back in a chair in The Residency living room, a glass of something in his hand. He smiled. “Your face is looking better.”
Jun touched his cheek. “Yeah.” It was feeling better, too.
They just stared at each other for a while. This was real. So real. Why did it feel like it might disappear at any time?
Damian shook his head, looking affectionate and yet responsible. “You should go back to dancing.”
Thank goodness none of the other guys were around. Jun stuck out his bottom lip. “I want to be with you.”
Damian’s eyes crinkled up in pleasure, but he shook his head. “I’m never going to stop you from being who you are and what you want to be. If you have time to practice with Gigi, go do it before she has to leave.” He gestured, as if he were sending Jun away on a mission, with the glass in his hand.
Jun smirked. “Yes, Alpha. You know I want you, though, right?”
Damian nodded. “I know. Is that what you’re doing, making sure I know even though you want to dance?”
Jun shrugged. “I can want two things at the same time.”
Damian chuckled and shook his head. “Go dance, wolfling. Figure out who you are as an artist without Bak, and then show me.”
That Jun could do. Just thinking about dancing for Damian and Damian alone made his bones sing and his stomach radiate warmth. He swung to his feet. “We’re not ready yet. We need the background track recorded by a full studio and more vocal practice, and we’re not done with the choreo yet.”
“Then go practice!” Damian bit his cheek as if he was stopping himself from saying more.
“But we have a very important decision. You should help.”
“What decision?”
