Page 87 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Su-jin said to tell you he’d have come, but he’s doing what you told him,” Geun said.
Jun nodded.
“And Jaewoong is auditioning musicians with Mi Hi at ten,” Yohei said. “I think we have a drummer, but the first keyboardist was a no-go.”
“What was wrong?”
Yohei raised the top of his lip in distaste. “Kept getting too close to Mi Hi.”
“Yeah, no-go.” Jun scowled.
Yohei clapped his hands together. “All right, put us to work. The sooner we can get out of studios and into a real place, the better. This one snores.”
Geun rolled his eyes and elbowed Yohei before jogging up the stairs. Yohei and Jun followed him.
Damian
Damian forced his hands to be still. He and Jun were sitting in the living room. Collin and Émeric were making dinner. Richard was in his office. They had all agreed to give Damian and Jun space for negotiating and join in on their parts only. Jun had been reading for a long time. To be thorough, Damian had translated the contract into Korean, putting the English right beside the translation. It was overkill, but it had been a way he could show Jun how much he mattered.
Jun put the contract down and leaned back on the couch next to Damian. “It’s thorough.”
“There are more detailed contracts. We can revisit…”
Jun held up his hand, stopping Damian. He turned sideways, pulling one leg up on the couch. He took Damian’s hand and rubbed it between both of his own. “Breathe, Alpha.”
“I know you have questions. I’m happy to answer them. We can go over it point by point.”
Jun’s eyes crinkled up in a smile. “I’ve read it twice, in two languages.” He squeezed Damian’s hand. “Relax, please. For me. This”—Jun picked up the contract and waved it—“is for good things.”
“I don’t want you to feel used.”
Jun got up on his knees and pushed Damian back on the couch. He lay down on top of him, hands folded on Damian’s chest, chin on the backs of his hands. His hair, longer than ever, fell over his eyes. He brushed it back, blowing at loose strands. “DaSu.”
“Jun.”
“Do you want to chase me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to touch me, fuck me, use toys on me, make me moan and cry?”
“Yes.”
“You know my safe words? If I can’t talk, you know my safe signals, yes?”
“Yes.” Where was Jun going with all this?
Jun smirked. “I’ll sign the contract.”
“But…”
Jun shook his head. “I’m not Collin, Alpha.” He took Damian’s hand again and kissed his palm. “You’re not Richard. We’re not them. We’re us. We’re wild. Perfect out there”—he waved in the general direction of beyond the walls of The Residency—“and untamed in here.” He tapped his chest and Damian’s. “We’re never going to negotiate every moment. I want you to surprise me. I’ll use my word. I want to be afraid. I want to be afraid and then to feel safe. I want you to try things. We’ll take each other places we’ve never been before, and we’ll decide if we like them when we get there.”
Damian swallowed. “I want you to be safe.”
Jun bit at Damian’s hand, dragging teeth along his thumb. “You’re the reason I’m safe at all. Why do I need a contract to prove that?”
“So you know what you’re agreeing to. So I know that I’m not violating you.”
