Page 73 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“He’s fuck sure not paying you, so who do you really work for?”
“The nature of payment between myself and Mr. Gang is not a topic open for discussion.”
Damian stepped around Jun, still holding him, and damn, it was grounding to feel Damian’s thick hands gripping his arms. “Forgive me, Mr. Yun, but this is very interesting. Exactly how would Mr. Bak have reason to presume that Jun couldn’t be paying? Mr. Gang is a very successful idol.”
Bak blinked.
“Please enlighten us.” Damian applied pressure, his tone mocking. “Are you privy to all of Jun’s bank accounts? Do you know how he spends his money? Surely there are parts of his life that are not under your purview as his professional manager.”
The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. If only someone had told me exactly how strange it was that Bak had so much control of my life.
“I—” Bak looked left and right and zeroed in on Mr. Yun. “I might not know everything he does, but I know how much he gets paid. You better hope someone else is paying you because, otherwise, you’ll be as shit out of luck as his other creditors.”
Damian laughed, like a shield, throwing the lie back across the room. The sound cracked something inside of Jun, making him unfurl inside his chest. “That seems unlikely. 5N is a highly profitable group. Their last world tour was sold out. The only thing that would sink 5N now is bad management.”
Sweat stood out on Bak’s brow, and his eyes tightened in fury. “And who are you?”
Damian smirked. “A friend. And an international contract lawyer. I work with Reevesworth Industries. That watch you’re wearing probably came in on one of our cargo carriers.”
Bak’s nostrils flared. “Jun, tell your friend to stay out of our business.”
“Tell me who owns SP4700Y,” Jun said, softly but clearly.
“That is confidential business knowledge.”
“Until I have all the information on my contracts, who owns my contracts, and where the money is going and coming from, I’m not setting foot in BBB3.” Jun drew up to his full height. “I won’t be making any appearances or keeping any commitments made through BBB3 until this information is made available to me and my legal representatives.”
Bak tried to laugh. But there was an edge of panic in his eyes.
“Consider that the same for me,” Yohei said, crossing his arms. “Last quarter's earnings seemed rather slim, don’t you think?”
“Yep. Count me in.” Jaewoong pointed at himself.
Geun crossed his arms and grunted, shifting his feet to stand firmly with Jaewoong.
“Then I guess Su-jin will just have to carry your asses until you get them out of your rears.”
“No.” Su-jin stuck his head out from behind Yohei. “Jun’s the boss. If he’s out, I’m out.”
“None of you can afford the lawsuit you’re courting,” Bak hissed. “You’ll be paupers when you’re seventy.”
“Mr. Gang and his fellow band members are asking for reasonable legal confirmation of their responsibilities, Mr. Bak,” Yun said. “They’ve been kind enough to make this request verbal. But if you would like to see them in court, we are quite happy to make the request formal.”
“Unless there are no contracts?” Damian murmured.
Bak blanched. “There are contracts!”
“Then prove it.” Damian’s voice was as dark and smooth as a coil of old-fashioned licorice. “You can send them to Mr. Yun’s office. Until then, none of us want anything to do with you.”
“You—you don’t speak for them.”
“You don’t deserve to speak to us,” Geun said. His eyes were heavily lidded, and he looked more dangerous now than when their makeup artists had tried to dress him as the worst of the bad boys. He looked…like a predator. The veins were standing out on the backs of his arms, and his shoulders were loose. It was as angry as Jun had ever seen their quiet, laid-back vocalist.
Bak gaped.
“We’re done.” Damian put a hand on Jun’s shoulder.
The police sputtered.
