Page 84 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
He wasn’t sure if anyone heard him, but Damian’s hand tightened on Jun’s arm and he turned away, yelling something to one of the police officers. Someone bellowed into a radio for the medic team. Two officers grabbed Jamal and started moving him out of the room, away from the fight going down around Sahyuk. It all felt so far away. He should be more upset, more worried. Instead, he just was. He’d said the words and now he was standing there.
Damian put his body between Jun and the struggle that still surrounded Bak Sahyuk. It didn’t keep Jun from seeing it past Damian’s shoulder.
Sahyuk screamed, straining towards Jun as he was forced up on his feet. Jun stared back. He should feel something. And he had, somehow, just moments before. Now? Nothing. At least nothing he could name.
Sahyuk thrashed, dragging the two men holding him forward. “You’re mine! I OWN you!”
“I wasn’t raised,” Jun said, staring at him. The room quieted. Jun barely noticed. He slid past Damian, his fingers gliding over the fabric of Damian’s suit. Damian’s cologne and the scent of the laundered shirt he was wearing brushed against Jun’s senses. He could feel Damian’s body heat. He sensed Richard like a column of calm. They were there, living, breathing, real. And yet so was his father, this murdering anti-communal lunatic in the center of his vision on the other end of the room. This creature with a red face and twisted up suit, panting at him. It didn’t seem like they should all be able to exist in the same space.
“I wasn’t raised, I was crazed.” Jun started again, speaking into the silence, voice projected so everyone could hear him. “I’m not human, left to the fairies, now I’m rage. Wildling with a familiar face, Boy in the box, the one you forgot. You could have owned me, Father. But I’m the boy in the box, the one you forgot.”
He waited a beat. No, there was nothing else to say. That was all. He was the boy in the box, the one Sahyuk forgot, and he was ready to be done being that boy. He turned away, giving his father his back.
“You…faggot!” Sahyuk thrashed, making the officers holding him slide across the floor in their boots.
Jun turned back. They hadn’t cuffed Sahyuk yet, like he thought. The man’s hands were free. They were just holding him by his wrists, one officer on either side. Such clean hands. Such a lie.
Jun crossed the room. He took his own hands, covered in blood from the wound in his arm, and smeared it across Sahyuk’s palm. One, then the other. Then stepped back.
“You could have had a son, Sahyuk, but you sold him. This is what you bought. Your own demon.”
Bak Sahyuk’s eyes bugged out, staring at the blood on his hands. His fingers stretched out, as if they could escape their own palms. He shrieked, his knees starting to collapse.
Jun watched. This was right. This was the way it should be. Let everyone see.
Bak Sahyuk’s eyes stayed wide, but his voice broke, trailing away. He was just trembling now. The officers forced him from the room, his knees dragging on the floor, his eyes still on his bloody hands.
Jun turned away. Damian touched him, just his fingers. Jun glanced sideways, meeting his look.
“We need to stop the bleeding,” Damian murmured.
Damian was here. Damian had come. Damian always came. Warmth curled through Jun’s chest. He leaned in to Damian, subtly offering his surrender. “Alpha.”
Damian stepped in closer, bolder now, putting his arms around him. “I have you.”
“We have to finish the party.”
“We have to stop the blood.” Damian steered Jun out of the room and down the hall to a different one. There were people moving about but Jun could only handle looking at Damian. Where had Richard gone? He wanted Richard. He wanted everyone.
“Mi Hi has the party,” Damian said.
Jun nodded. That made sense. Mi Hi always had everything handled. She was competent like that.
Richard re-entered his line of vision. Then Collin was there, and Émeric. Jun closed his eyes, dizzy with everything.
Hands worked on his arm. “It’s a flesh wound,” Ellisandre said. “Let’s tighten down the leather strap to slow the blood.”
When had Ellisandre arrived?
“Can we wrap it up?” Jun gritted out. It hadn’t hurt, but now that they were touching it, it did. Everything smelled like blood.
“I don’t like this,” Jun said, looking at Damian.
“What part don’t you like?” Damian was just so there, so close. So calm. Such a nice calm. He smelled good. Unlike Jun. “I don’t smell good. It’s…coppery. And…”
“It’s blood.” Ellisandre said. “You’re smelling blood.”
“I don’t like it.”
