Page 67 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
Su-jin pushed around the coffee table and dropped to his knees in front of Jun, prying his finger away from his face. “Hyung, you might be our leader, but we’re a team, okay? If you go away, what happens to us?”
“Bak finds some new idol to replace me. Again.” Everyone winced. Losing Rei had left its mark. They probably wouldn’t actually come back as a group if they lost a second leader.
Geun snorted rudely and made a hand gesture.
Jaewoong pulled a face. “Like any of us are going to keep working with Bak after this. He was already giving us the creeps. We stayed for you, and we stayed for the fans.”
“But your contracts?”
“I don’t sign contracts with kidnappers,” Gigi snapped. “They can see me in court, or I can just work elsewhere for the next five years.”
The rest nodded in agreement. Mi Hi gave two thumbs-up.
Damian
BBB3 headquarters were unassuming and dingier than one might expect for an agency that ran a major K-pop act. Only the very front was updated and modern, but the back buildings looked like they belonged to a different company. There were hallway-style bridges from one building to another that could be seen on various floors, showing how different buildings built at different times had been linked together. Damian forced himself to walk past it and enter a café with sidewalk seating clustered around the front. He ordered maesil-cha and chapssaltteok in a variety of complimentary colors, then settled outside, and put his earbud in. On the other side of the seating area, he noticed Mi Hi already there and apparently enjoying tea while reading on her phone.
Ten minutes later, his phone rang in his ear.
“Sathers,” Yohei said.
“Sanada.”
Yohei chuckled. “I see you. Gigi and I are going in.”
Mi Hi, for her part, also tapped the earbud in her ear. She must have gotten a similar call from Gigi.
Damian glanced over the street intersection in front of BBB3. Yohei, dressed in a leather jacket, a beanie, sunglasses, black pants and winter boots sauntered across the road and up the steps into BBB3’s lobby. Gigi, wearing her white and black ensemble from the day before, looked ready to break out into a dance routine with him. The sound of the door opening and closing filtered through Damian’s earbud.
He sipped his tea and took a bite of one of the small chapssaltteok. In his earpiece, Yohei called out a greeting. Someone called back in surprise. Yohei brushed them off. “Naw, naw, just need to pick some things up.”
Someone told Yohei to wait, but Yohei ignored them, walking through two more doors. At one point, he said, “Talk to Gigi.” Someone called out again. Yohei didn’t sound like he stopped. There was a giant crash and distant sounds of Gigi apologizing.
For at least five long minutes, it sounded like Yohei was going through boxes and drawers. Damian kept his eyes away from the main entrance of BBB3 and forced himself to continue eating casually.
A voice Damian didn’t know sputtered on the other end of the phone. “You can’t do that.”
Yohei laughed them off. “This is vacation. Relax. I’m getting some stuff sorted out.”
“Those have private records!”
“What are you talking about? This is all our records? I told the guys I’d just pick these up for them.”
“You can’t, those aren’t…” Someone was sputtering hard.
“Oh, there’s one missing.” Yohei hummed to himself. The rifling noises continued.
“I’m telling Bak you did this,” someone yelled.
“Seriously? Fine, not worried,” Yohei brushed off the threat. “Let’s see, I need this, and this, and…oh, yeah. That. This will help a lot.”
“Why do you need that! You’re stealing?”
“Ayha! Seriously,” Yohei retorted. “I come in to clear some stuff up on my vacation, and this is what I get?”
“Give those back.”
“Um…no. Told you I have to take care of some stuff.”
