Page 3 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 5-8 (The Residency Boys #7)

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?”

Damian smirked. Jun rolled his eyes. He grabbed the phone. “Tell me he’s not just trying to buy me clothes because I need them.”

Collin’s grin could be heard through the phone. “Oh, no, he’s totally trying to buy you clothes. And then he’s going to love watching you wear them every single time you put them on.”

Jun groaned. “I’m never, ever going to be able to pay him back.”

“Really not how it works.” Collin chuckled, then his voice got softer. “Just think about what I owe Richard.”

Jun’s face sobered. He looked at Damian. “You’re not walking into any sort of shoot-out for me.”

Damian raised an eyebrow.

“Pretty sure that’s his decision,” Collin said. There was a sweet smile in his tone. “If he ever holds the money over you, tell me, and I’ll tell Richard, and he will totally kick Damian’s ass. That’s not how we work.”

Jun swallowed. Distrust and desire warred in his eyes. “Will playing with clothes make him happy?”

“That’s the definition of a fetish. Please let him dress you.”

“All right.” Jun handed Damian the phone back. “You seriously have the best wingman, you know that.”

Damian grinned. Collin was many things, and wingman was only one of them. He grabbed Jun’s hand, dragging him off toward a shop at the end of the hall.

This was going to be so much fun.

Finding clothes slim enough for Jun’s waist and wide enough for his shoulders was a trick and a half.

Watching Jun try on yet another dress shirt, this one in red silk, Damian promised himself to put in an order for a custom corset vest. Jun would look amazing in a blue silk brocade and bronze paisley.

Jun turned around in front of the mirror, tucking the shirt into the black jeans Damian had managed to find in his size in a different store.

With Jun’s slim hips and muscular thighs and strong shoulders, Damian saw a lot of tailoring in their future.

Shopping in Asia would be a little easier as there were more options in Jun’s size.

Jun’s height wasn’t the problem in the US, that was pretty average, but the ratio of his hips to shoulders and thighs to hips were issues.

Also, the more clothes he picked out, the more he couldn’t hide from the fact his room back at The Residency would not be sufficient for the two of them.

Damian bit his cheek. If he had thought of it, then Richard had already begun making plans.

But Damian had to be the responsible party himself and raise the conundrum.

He wasn’t like Matthew; he had no desire to leave, and Jun belonged in The Residency.

Jun turned around in front of the mirror and held out his arms. “What do you think?”

“Please tell me I can keep dressing you even after you go back to having a team and performing.”

Jun chuckled, looking himself over in the mirror. “You can absolutely dress me. I like your fashion sense. Old European but updated. Clean. In control. Bit of drama. Is there a better word for it?”

“Not so much. Some might call it Old World, but with your heritage…”

Jun barked out a laugh. “Yeah, no, I don’t think so. Korea is every bit as old as England. I don’t think I can dance in all these outfits, though. We need some different fabrics.”

“I’ll make it happen.”

Jun put a knee on the bench beside Damian and dragged his other knee up slowly, holding himself steady with one hand on Damian’s shoulder.

He lowered himself until he was kneeling, his thighs spread over Damian’s lap.

Damian slid his hands down Jun’s strong back and down to his tight rear.

He pulled, bringing Jun’s chest up against his face, and kissed Jun’s skin where the buttons left open spaces.

Jun’s hand caressed the back of Damian’s head.

“DaSu, we can’t have sex here.”

“Certain?”

“Mostly.”

Damian pressed one more kiss against Jun’s skin and reached up, cradling Jun’s face in his hands, careful of the bruises. “I’m glad you’re here.”

They left the shopping tower and perused storefronts on the streets, Cedric shadowing them. With all their purchases set for delivery, their hands were free. Damian tangled his fingers with Jun’s. Jun gifted him a smile, looking down at their hands.

“Your career,” Damian murmured.

“I’m not hiding you,” Jun shrugged. “I’m not two-faced. You crossed the world for me.”

Damian melted inside. So this was what it was for Jun to step into himself. The arrogance and pride that made him a sensation on stage weren’t just an act; they had been right there all along.

They spent another thirty minutes stepping in and out of shops. Jun rarely let go of Damian’s hand, releasing him only when he picked up merchandise to examine.

They wandered into a home goods store. Damian made note of a set of black dressers. Jun was going to need more than the one drawer he’d quickly emptied for him.

“We have reporters or paparazzi,” Cedric murmured as they stepped out of a home goods store.

“Already?” Damian looked both ways from under the brim of his hat.

Cameras went off, the flashes blinding. Damian paused. He pulled the hat from his head and moved it to Jun.

Jun put up his hand, pushing the hat gently back toward Damian. “They already know I’m here.”

“But your face. You didn’t cover the bruises.”

Jun pushed the hat back more insistently with the flat of his hand.

He gave Damian a soft look and smiled. “DaSu, I’ve spent years being perfect.

” He placed the hat on Damian’s head and adjusted it, a satisfied smile on his face.

The cameras continued to click, catching the full mottled glory of Jun’s cheek.

“This is what those men did. I’m not going to hide their crimes anymore. Let the world see.”

This wasn’t a post by Mi Hi, where the narrative was controlled, but Jun looked so strong and sure.

Damian nodded.

A group of five people, men and women, hurried forward, most carrying cameras.

“Gang Junseo, what are you doing in Chicago?”

“Mr. Gang, can you tell us in your words how you came by the marks on your face?”

“JunJun, what are you doing, now that you and BBB3 are at odds?”

Jun looked them over slowly, looking every inch the global sensation that he was, still wearing the red silk shirt and black pants, the shirt unbuttoned at the throat and his black coat open down the front.

He let them have the smallest hint of a smile, then looked to Damian, smiling wider, and then back to the reporters.

Damian felt a tingle through his entire body.

He’d overseen billion-dollar mergers and hadn’t felt as proud as he did in that moment.

“No comment,” Jun smirked, “but you can wait for my next song. I’m sure there'll be some details.”

“Is there a comeback?”

“Do you have a new album coming?”

The questions flew hard and fast.

Jun grinned and offered Damian his hand. Damian threaded their hands together. He felt Jun give him the lead. He turned to Jun and gestured down the sidewalk. Jun waved goodbye to the reporters. Cedric slipped between them, informing them they were done.

Half a block away, Jun shook his head, smiling. “That’s going to be all over the news.”

“Bak will have a conniption fit.”

“He might have a heart attack. I should have kissed you.”

“Please don’t kiss me just to kill someone.”

Jun gave Damian a dark, gleeful look. “Says the man who has fantasies of chasing me down.”

“Not just fantasies now.”

Jun chuckled, his eyes dropping and a flush touching his cheeks. “Next time, the end should be less public. I’ll need to do things”

“Noted.”

Cedric groaned. “Can I count as public, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

Damian and Jun looked over their shoulders, laughing at their bodyguard.

They met up with Richard and émeric at Damian’s favorite Korean restaurant, situated on the eighth floor of a beautiful old tower with a view of the Loop.

Like Damian and Jun, both dominants had dressed down for a casual night with family or as casual as Richard and émeric let themselves be in the city, which meant they had given up their customary suits in favor of slacks and button-down shirts in blue and maroon, respectively.

Richard wore a black waistcoat, and émeric had added a light knit sweater.

Damian had made the reservations. The proprietor met him at the front, all smiles. One of the waiters came and showed them to a table in the back.

“No Collin?” Jun asked as he slipped out of shoes and stepped up on the bamboo floor surrounding the traditional low table.

Richard shook his head. “Alice and Ash asked him to come over tonight. I think they’re baking cookies for tomorrow.”

Jun sat, giving Damian a questioning look.

“If we’re in town, we usually have a New Year’s Eve party with Richard’s sister,” Damian translated.

“Ah.” Jun nodded. For a moment, he looked pensive, but then covered it up. “I should call the guys tomorrow.”

“You can call them tonight after dinner,” Damian suggested.

Jun nodded, the lines in his face smoothing out a little. The sudden ache of concern in Damian’s chest eased.

The waitress came back a few moments later with her pad to take their order. Damian started to rattle off their order, then paused. Jun also spoke Korean and would have opinions. He hadn’t thought of that.

“Are you good with this?”

Jun waved Damian off. “Order, please.”