Page 19 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“We are.” Damian wrapped an arm around Jun’s waist, pulling him inside. “I’m buying you a stuffed animal.”
Jun’s stepped faltered. “You’re…a what…?”
Damian ignored his stuttering. “What do you like? Bears? Dragons? Dinos?”
Jun didn’t move. Damian looked back. Jun stood between two displays, blinking back tears. “You’re really…”
“You seemed to like Bear last night.”
Jun rubbed his face with the back of his hand. “You know I can never…I…”
Damian wrapped his arms around Jun. “Let me? Please?”
Jun threw his arms around Damian. He didn’t seem to be able to speak. Damian just held him until he heard a faint “Yes, okay.”
Jun pulled himself together and rubbed at his eyes again with the back of his wrist. “What size?”
“Something ridiculous. Something you’d normally never let yourself have.”
Jun laughed, a small wet sound. He had to wipe his face again. “Remember, you asked for this.”
Damian grinned. Oh, Jun, you have no idea.
Jun ventured down the aisles. He perused the entire store, looking above and below at the racks, picking up rabbits, dragons, teddy bears, more teddy bears, stuffed lions, and foxes. Damian made note of the ones he touched more than once and grabbed a few of them, slipping them to Cedric, who passed them to a clerk to hide behind the counter. Only when Jun had circled the entire store did he turn back and pick up a massive realistic tan horse with a brown mane and tail and matching hooves. It had to be at least four feet high and just as long. It was soft but with enough structure it didn’t flop around.
Arms wrapped all the way around the horse, Jun announced. “This is Téméraire.”
“French for reckless?”
Jun giggled. “Yes.”
“Well, then, let’s pay for Téméraire and send him home. I don’t think we can really go shopping with him tagging along.”
Jun pulled a face. “Probably not.”
They left the store without bags, the clerk discretely adding Téméraire to the running total of what Damian had already sent up to the counter. Outside in the main mall, Jun reached for Damian’s hand. “I’ll never get that on a plane.”
“Depends on the plane.” Damian pointed to some shops ahead. “Ready to be tormented?”
“Tormented?”
“Ask Collin and Ash. I have a thing for clothes.”
“You do?” Jun looked over Damian’s outfit. He’d dressed down for the day in dark-blue slacks and a deep-brown knee-length trench coat with a matching leather hat with a brim.
“I like dressing the people in my life. It’s my creative outlet. Like sculpture.”
Jun tilted his head to the side, showing the smooth, lean lines of his pale throat. “And this is torture, how?”
“Because I make you act as my model. You’re my muse.”
Jun shot Damian a suspicious look. “I’m a K-pop idol. Modeling clothes is a good part of what I do. This is an underhanded way to make me willing to let you buy me clothes, isn’t it?”
Damian pulled out his phone and dialed Collin. Collin answered on the third ring. Damian put it on speaker phone, checking that no one was too close.
“Collin, can you tell Jun about my thing for dressing people?”
“You mean tell him about your fetish?”
