บททั้งหมดของ Falling for Mr Park: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I admit that when Park Hyun Bin debuted with his group ten years ago, I labeled myself his biggest fan. He was 23, the oldest member of the group, and the leader. I was a fifteen year old who was beginning to form high standards when it came to the opposite sex based on my favorite pop idols. Park Hyun Bin was not only talented but unbelievably good looking. Millions were infatuated with him, and I was no exception.Five years later, Hyun Bin left the group with two years remaining on his contract. It was a huge scandal that rocked the entire industry. Back then, his group, 6ix, was the biggest in the country and had a huge fan following. Hyun Bin apparently had a falling with the agency regarding mistreatment of the artists, and he choose to terminate his contract. The fandom was divided in half, with one block accusing him of betraying them and his teammates, while the other lauded him for taking a stance against the exploitative agency.

"Christ, Emma. The guy accuses you of being a stalker, almost fires and sues you, and you have a sex dream about him?"I face palm, then slap my cheek twice for good measure. Images from my earlier dream float into my mind and I shut my eyes tight. I need to stop thinking about it.It's 2a.m., and I'm in Hyun Bin's kitchen downstairs. Five minutes ago, I woke up from a dream where Hyun Bin and I were getting it on behind The Daze.That's right, in that alley where Roberto tried to force a kiss and Hyun Bin socked him in the face. But that's not the most mortifying part of the dream.It was the fact that a camera man appeared from nowhere and started taking photos. I knew we had to hide, but I couldn't get the words out to tell Hyun Bin that we should leave. Much like the dreams where I'm running away from something but my feet refuse to move. So there I was, fucking my celebrity crush aka my CEO, but instead of enjo

"Oh, wow, are those Fendi jeans? You're full of surprises, aren't you?"I suppress the urge to sigh as Fiona appears beside me. We've just completed our morning meeting to check the progress of the various projects. I arrived at the company a few minutes to eight to find a crowd of protesting fans gathered outside. I managed to make my way through and get into the building.It's almost nine thirty and the crowd is only growing bigger.I organize my folder and hold it against my chest. "You seem to have me pegged as someone I'm not," I reply. "That's why you're always surprised."I, of course, don't own a pair of Fendi jeans. Or any designer clothes at all. I tend to go for comfort before worrying about what brand names I'm wearing. Besides, I'm not in a position to buy jeans worth hundreds of dollars. But Fiona doesn't need to know that my current pair was borrowed from a closet in Park Hyun B

*Hyun Bin's POV*My bottle of wine is almost gone, but the thoughts in my head are as prominent as ever. It's funny how after everything that has happened yesterday and today, she's the only thing my mind is fixated upon.I mean, yesterday, I was in a cold sweat, terrified that someone knew about Yeri's location and had been following me around. Today, I woke up to the news that Byun Jihoon, leader of my debut boy group, was in a dating scandal with a much older actress. Who later turned out to be his birth mother.To be honest, the issue with Yeri had me in the worst position. I could have easily navigated the situation with Jihoon had it turned out worse. Regardless, despite those two near disasters, it's her face that's at the forefront of my mind.Emma Tsindoli. Ever since that woman walked through my office door, I've broken a few of my own rules. I was attracted to

**Emma's POV**  Me and my group of colleagues end up spending too much time at the chicken place. Mostly because the stories keep coming. It isn't until seven o'clock that I find myself in the bus heading home. It has been a crazy two days, so all I want is to go home, have a shower, and get in between my sheets. I cross my fingers, hoping for zero drama today. If my mother is still in my apartment, I'll simply act like she doesn't exist. If she says something nasty to me, I'm going to pretend I can't hear her. After I get off the bus, I stroll towards my apartment. The night is quiet and cold. Peaceful. Complete contrast to the mayhem we woke up to today at Park Entertainment. Hopefully, the rest of the week will go by without any incidences.  I'm walking towards the entrance of my apartment when there's a movement behind me. Then, before I can pun