“Yoboseyo, hyung?”

“Joong Ki-yah! Bad news! Really bad!” Joong Ki could hear
his hyung sounded panic over the phone. He frowned.

“Calm down, hyung. What happened?”

“Every producer pulled out their offers for you!”

“Mwo?”

“The drama and movie producers!! They told me they had
already found other actors that are more suitable for the
role. It’s weird, because they pulled the offers out at the
same time.”

Joong Ki fell silent. If he said that all of those
producers did it at the same time, then it must’ve because
someone influenced them. He sighed. It had started; Moon
Jae Seok’s punishment for him. He knew it will be like
this, what he was surprised about was why it happened after
a week and not sooner.

“It’s okay, hyung. Let them be.”

“Mworagu?! Yah, imma! How can you surrender so easily like
that?! It’s not fair for you, we have to fight back!”

Joong Ki sighed. “hyung, If they want to pull their offers
out, then it’s their lost. We can’t do anything about it.
We haven’t signed any contract with them so it’s still up
for them whether to turn it down or not.”

Hearing his tired voice, Jin Suk frowned in curiosity.
Since when did Song Joong Ki become submissive like this?

“Joong Ki-yah. Was something happened that I didn’t know
of?” he asked him in suspicious tone.

Joong Ki paused for a second before he smiled bitterly
that—of course—Jin Suk couldn’t see.

“Mwo ga? Nothing, hyung. Everything’s okay.” He tried to
convince him when he wasn’t even sure himself.

He was trying to end their conversation before he suddenly
remembered about the photo Jae Seok showed him the other
days.

“Hyung.”

“Oh, mwo?”

“Did you, somehow, show the photo of me and Chae Won to
other people?” he asked.

Jin Suk frowned from the other side. “photo of you and Chae
Won-sshi? What photo?” he asked back.

“The one you gave to me, said that my fans took it in Chae
Won’s café when I went there and sent it to you by email.
There was Jung Il Woo as well.” He answered impatiently.

“Aaah! That photo?!” Jin Suk remembered after thinking it
through for a moment. “couple weeks ago I went out with
Jung Il Woo’s manager and I showed it to him, asking if he
received the same picture. When he said no and asked for
it, I gave it to him.”

“Is there anyone else you gave the photo to?”

“No. Why?”

Joong Ki fell silent. That means only 2 people who have
that photo; him and Il Woo’s manager. At first he thought
it was his fans—the one who took the photo—who sent it to
Jae Seok. But now that he thinks of it, though she might
suspicious of them, there’s no way she knew about the fact
that Jae Seok is Chae Won’s father.

Then was it Il Woo’s manager? If so, what’s for? It’s
impossible that he knew what relationship him and Chae Won
have. Plus, there’s nothing that he could gain from it.

“Joong Ki-yah! Yah, imma! Are you listening me?!” Jin Suk’s
voice snapped him back from his thought.

“Ah, mianhae, hyung. Mworagu?”

“What about the photo? Why did you ask me that? Is that
photo had something to do with what happened now? About
your offers?”

“A… a, aniyo, hyung. Nothing you should worry about.” He
lied.

“Fine. Then I’m going to ask those producers the real
reason! They can’t treat you like this! You’re Song Joong
Ki!! Every company wants you to be their brand model. And
besides, I’m your manager. I have to fight for your
career.” He said passionately.

“Hyung…” Joong Ki sighed in exhausted. Although he wanted
for this matter to just go away without any problem as he
knew why this was happened in the first place, he also knew
it’s no use for him to talk it out with his hyung. “just…
do what you have to do.” he continued halfheartedly.

Soon as the phone call is off, Joong Ki heard the sound of
his door bell rang. He threw his phone on the bed and
walked to the interphone. His eyes widened as he saw who
the guest is and hurriedly approached the door to open it.

As the door opened, he pulled Chae Won in his arms tightly.
She startled as she didn’t expect that surprise welcome
from him.

“Joo… Joong Ki-sshi.”

“Bogoshipda, Chae Won-ah.” he whispered as he hugs her
tighter. “Where have you been? You didn’t even answer my
calls or reply my