My Idol Boyfriend's
36. Game
From : Max
Kangen...
The wall clock shows eleven o'clock malan. Yana is awake. The computer is still on. His hand grabbed the phone lying beside him. Her smile was on her back reading the hang message she got from Max. As fast as lightning Yana replied to him.
To: Max
Yana too. Have you had dinner? Everything's fine, right?
A few seconds later.
From: Max
No. gabe.
Yana stared at the screen of her phone for a long time. No? No what? Not eating or not okay.
To: Max
No? Everything okay, right, Max?
Max did not reply. Yana stopped her work. His heart hesitated for a moment to call Max. Yana chose not to. He should be careful with his conversation.
To: Max
Maxs..
A few seconds later.
From: Max
Nothing's okay as long as I don't see you. My life is fucked without you Yana. Tomorrow night I'm empty. I'm going there. I love you..
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"Huhh, I'm going crazy.." Yana grumbled softly.
An apprentice is no different than a milk goat. Been given a job all day, go home from work told to overtime again. Yana couldn't solve everything today either. It could explode his brain.
"Gosh.." He screamed at the wall clock.
Max says he's coming tonight but Yana hasn't prepared anything yet.
Is he going to stay?
What cooking is it?
I'd better take a shower first.
After the bath Yana cut some ingredients from the refrigerator. Fried rice is his choice. Max always asks for food if it comes to Yana's place.
Two dishes of fried rice and omelet are neatly arranged on the dining table. Yana glanced at her wall clock, at 9 p.m. Max is not here. Yana's a little agitated.
What time did he come? Yana asked in her heart. Max has no contact or anything. She's a little navel. Max doesn't like it if he calls her first. She decided to wait for Max.
At 12 p.m. Yana was tired of waiting. At least give me some news if it doesn't come. Yana regretted that. His hand deftly put away the two annoying-looking rice dishes in front of him. Her appetite went nowhere.
"Stupid.."
The thin makeup on her face was wiped with white cotton. The white color of the cotton was stained with its red lipstick. The tied hair is unraveling. The clothes he was wearing had already been changed in his pajamas. Yana pecks herself in front of the mirror.
"What did you expect that you were so brave? he could have been like this. You're just a stash. Don't go too far. Don't expect more.."
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A girl with a blesteran face pacing while biting her red-painted nails. When the door opened the girl's eyes lit up expectantly.
"It's been arranged. Take it easy.." A grown man came out that door.
"Oppa thank you.."
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"You tricked me hyung!"
"The situation is beyond prediction. We can't let go of this multi-billion-dollar partnership.You never go into business even if you own a stake, a fight like this is hard.." Obviously Woon was long.
"You promised me tonight I was empty. You're a braggart.."
"Understand Max.."
"I don't want to know. I can only tolerate a few hours. Yana must be waiting for me.."
"If need be I'll contact Yana to ask for her understanding.."
"Never touch Yana. Stay away from him hyung. Otherwise I won't forgive you.."
Seo Woon was silent. His absolute fault. But what power. He's just a manager. All decisions are on the management side. Max is the son of the owner of IM Entertainment, he as the artist in their company there is no difference. There is no special treatment. All same. Professional demands.
Max's last show was this afternoon. But suddenly Woon gets word if Max's upcoming advertising sponsor wants to meet.
As Woon said. Everything is beyond prediction.
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At 2 am Max walks into Yana's apartment. His eyes blink to adjust the minimum light available. He branded the figure of Yana sleeping on the bed with a blanket covering part of her body.
Max asks Woon to back off his schedule today until noon. Of course by force. It could be crazy she didn't meet Yana. He needs to fill his power. Healing for his fatigue all this time.
There was no intention of teasing Yana, Max got on the bed slowly so as not to wake Yana up. She goes inside Yana's blanket and then hugs the body she missed. Kiss her cheeks slowly then a forehead.
"I'm sorry.."
Max muttered as he buried his face in Yana's chest. This comfort cannot be exchanged. Yana. Max doesn't want to lose it.
In a matter of seconds Max catches up with Yana knitting dreams.
Seriate...
