Page 16 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
Damian stopped.
Jun looked over shoulder. “Why’d you stop?”
“You said no.”
“But…fine. Red, yellow, green. All right? Because if you’re tickling, I’m absolutely going to be saying no.”
“But you still want me to…”
Jun nodded vigorously.
Perfect. Seriously, Jun just kept bursting out surprises of the best kind. Damian grinned and pounced.
Thirty minutes later, in need of another shower and both of them a bit breathless, Damian lay with Jun sprawled on top of him.
“I guess the real world has to come back,” Jun muttered into Damian’s chest hair.
“I suppose. They won’t hold the entire plane for me.”
“And my boss is probably losing his shit.”
“Can you call him?”
“And give him a phone number to track back to you? No.”
“You don’t have a phone?”
“I don’t carry one on me at public functions.” Jun bounced out of bed. “Bak or one of the managers always holds my phone when we’re out.”
Damian winced. He was going to figure out who this Bak person was. However, the name Bak in South Korea was like Smith in the US. Too dang many of them to be able to zero in. But there were other ways he could figure it out, like finding out what the event had been at the bar yesterday.
He rolled out of bed and offered Jun his hand, pulling the other man to his feet. “Come on, shower, then we’ll get a cab. I’m going to guess you don’t have a wallet either, now that I think about it.”
Jun shook his head. “Yeah, I know. I need to work on getting him to ease up. He’s paranoid some fan is going to steal it and expose my personal details to the world. Like there’s anything to share. Well, other than this.” Jun waved at the space between them.
“Tell you what, let’s get you a burner phone, something small you can hide easily, and an account on this messaging app I know. It’s encrypted. Then we can talk to each other.”
“You still want that?” Jun bit his lip.
Damian plucked it out of Jun’s teeth and kissed the spot Jun had just abused. “Yes.”
Damian had the cab drop them off at an underpass near a train station. They stopped in the alley. Jun was still wearing Damian’s hat.
Damian took the hat and flipped it around. Inside the brim was a tag with his name on it. He ripped it out and put it in his pocket. Then gave the hat back to Jun. “Keep this. Then you’ll have something to hold on to.”
“What about you?”
“A mystery. I’m going to figure out who you are. If you let me. Are you going to let me?”
Jun bit his lip. “You’re not going to just ask me who I am?”
“No, because when I text you your full name and Bak’s full name, you’re going to know that I care enough to put in the effort to find out who you are even if I have to work for it.”
Jun’s lips twitched, and his eyes creased. “Are you telling me you’re going to stalk me? That’s like every K-drama ever.”
“Not every K-drama. And it’s not stalking. I’m already talking to you. It’s investigating.”
Jun shook his head. “I like stalking better.”
