Page 35 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“If you’re worried, I’m pretty sure Black Panther boyfriend is good for it.”
Jun flushed. He glared at her and flicked the cat hair at her. “He’s not…”
She narrowed her eyes and wagged a finger at him. “Don’t tell me he’s not your boyfriend.”
“He’s not the Black Panther. Stereotype much?”
“Oh, so the big voice drop and jumping on a jet routine wasn’t superhero-y?”
Jun scrunched up his nose. “He’s not… We’re not… Ugh, I don’t know what we are.”
“You were talking about a proposal. You’re at least boyfriends.“
Jun rolled his eyes. “I’m me, and he’s an attorney for this big multinational corporation. And he has partners already.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. “Is he bi?”
Jun found another hair from her coat and flicked it toward her. “No, stay away from my man, nuna.”
She chuckled. “So, you’re not boyfriends, but he is your man.”
Jun glared. “Yes. Mine.”
“But he has other partners?”
Jun crossed his arms. “Yes.”
“Jealous?”
Jun puffed up his lips, thinking. Jealous? Maybe. He really hadn’t had time to think about it. Damian was his fantasy, a dream that he lived in fleeting moments. Damian wasn’t real. The man had been just words on a rarely visited app and a deliciously warm body wrapped against him less than a handful of times.
“Don’t know. This had better not end up on the fan site.”
Mi Hi chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re going to have to buy my silence…an invitation to the wedding.” She held out her hand.
Jun narrowed his eyes. “It could be a while.”
“I can wait. I’ll give you…five years.”
Jun rolled his eyes. The door chimed, and Mi Hi straightened, paying attention to her customer. Jun held still, keeping his head down, not that anyone would see him as long as he stayed on the floor.
Mi Hi turned back as soon as they were alone again. Her phone beeped. She looked down and frowned. “How do you feel about dressing like a girl?”
“Like…a disguise?”
She nodded, more sober. “There’s a notice out. Looks like your manager has gone public.”
“What’s the story?”
“Possible accident, reasons unknown. Failure to arrive. Friends reported you missing while out for a holiday party. Inclement weather implied as a complication.”
Jun pressed his fingers into his palms.
“You think I can pass?”
“Can you dance?”
Jun laughed. Could he dance? Ha! He’d won multiple dance competitions. He could dance in his sleep. He had danced in his sleep.
