Page 90 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Jun frowned at the doctor. “What do you mean, no exercise?”
The doctor wagged a finger at Jun. “No dancing, no performing, no gym. Gentle walking. For at least a month.”
“I have concerts scheduled.”
“Then unschedule them. Young man, you are here and not in ICU because of a bulletproof vest. You were hit by a bullet. Bang! Small metal object, moving very fast! Soft, soft human. Bad.”
Jun glared back. “It’s just a bruise.”
“Just a bruise.” The doctor made jazz hands and rolled his eyes. “Mr. Gang, you have a bruise to rule bruises. Your insides are soft. You are squished croissant. You are peeing blood, because you got smashed so hard things inside of you went pop!”
Jun glared. “We have fans.”
“Yes! You have fans. Very important. I’m sure they want to see you many times, not just once, yes?”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
The doctor smiled, showing his teeth. “You are very good idol, Mr. Gang. I like your music, your new music. Some of the old stuff, too…young for me. But you are not immortal. In this case, you are very mortal, very normal. You will have to heal like the rest of us.”
Jun growled and stood up. “Can I at least go home?”
“Are you going to be stupid?”
“He’s not going to be stupid,” Damian said. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed.
Geun had already been discharged and was on his way back to the hotel with Su-jin and Yohei. Collin had been ordered back to the hotel by Damian and Richard so he could get more rest. Jun had been able to get Jaewoong to go back with him, mostly by pressing the point that Damian couldn’t go with and Collin needed to be looked after. Never mind that a bodyguard had been there for both of them. Jaewoong had been too tired to think of that argument. Silly JaeJae. He’d spent hours sleeping upright in a chair.
Jun growled at the doctor. His head hurt. People kept being difficult, and the people he cared about were in too many places, or at least it felt that way. No one was saying anything about Rei and Sevastyan. Ellisandre had disappeared.
Mi Hi poked her head around the door. “JunJun, we can always reschedule the concerts. Everyone knows why. All the news stations are talking about how you got shot. There’s even pictures of you and Geun in the ambulances.”
“Pictures?” Jun stared at her, mouth falling open.
Mi Hi grimaced. “No one is going to be surprised we have to reschedule.”
Jun groaned. “We knew it could have been dangerous. We shouldn’t have even put this many concerts so close together.”
“Doctor, excuse us for a moment, please,” Damian said. “I’ll take personal responsibility.”
The doctor looked between Damian and Jun and humphed. “The dark one is the smart one. I’ll leave instructions with the nurse. You can leave if you come back tomorrow.”
He walked out, proving to be even shorter than Mi Hi in her heels as he passed her.
“That…” Jun cut himself off before saying something ugly. “His bedside manner is non-existent.”
“He’s trying,” Mi Hi said. “And he’s right. You were planning on being stupid.” Mi Hi leveled a glare of her own.
Jun groaned and pulled on his hair some more. If just one thing could go as planned. He needed something to go as planned, needed to feel like something was right.
Damian grabbed him and hauled him back into his chest and bit, hard, on the arch of Jun’s neck.
Jun’s brain froze. Then the fight drained out of his body. Damian held the bite for a moment longer and then eased off, settling Jun carefully in his lap while he sat on the exam chair instead. “Settle.”
Jun whined. There wasn’t another term for it. Damian ran a hand over Jun’s head and played with his hair. “Just breathe with me, wolfling. Jaewoong, Yohei, Su-jin, and Geun are safe. Armada and Habibi and everyone back home is safe. Ellisandre is going to go make Rei and Sevastyan safe, if they haven’t done it already. Moving a concert or two is nothing. You saved lives last night. The Merchari are broken. Your father is in prison. Gyeong is dead. The fight is done. We don’t even have to worry about Thaddeus. Even Dalia’s still in prison until next week.”
The fight is done.
Jun tried to wrap his head around that. It had been nothing but fights for what felt like years, ever since he’d jumped out of that window and made that phone call. And before that…before that had been Bak Gyeong and the threats and the vague sense of unease and sense of failure no matter how popular 5N had become. Now…he had to go back further, to the last day he’d seen his mother.
