Your POV

I was holding my ticket back to London in my hands. It’s for tomorrow morning. I felt like crying. I was humiliated. I was literally dragged out of the room, because some stupid Korean idol wanted to make it his way. I lost my project that I was working on for a year, because of a spoiled ed guy. I hated him.

I opened my mailbox and couldn’t believe what I saw

From: JY_88

To: Shopgirl

I’m in Seoul. Still having a bad day? Maybe… we should meet? I know a place where they have a lot of whisky.

JiYong’s POV

I needed to know. I know I’m breaking the rules now, by asking her out, but I needed to know if ______ is my Shopgirl. It’s been few hours since the meeting and I still could only think about that Chanel dress.

“JiYong, do you think these rap lyrics will suit well to the song?” SeungHyun hyung asked me

“Yeah, yeah…”

“You didn’t even read them! Is that about that girl that YoungBae was talking about?” He asked and I leaned to Bae that was sitting next to me and hit him in the shoulder

“Yah! Bae! Can’t you shut the up sometimes?”

“We’re worried about you. Since she wrote she’s in Korea, you’re freaking out” my best friend said as an explanation for his long tongue.

“I’m not! It’s just… aish!! You have no idea how she is. She’s smart, funny, cute, she loves fashion… she’s perfe