She's My Celebrity [New]

Back Again

Amalia
Day of returning to Korea

A few days ago, the agency gave me a call to tell me that all schedules would continue as planned. And today was the day I'd be returning to Korea.

Unfortunately, Mr. Jones would not be able to come with me because his wife was pregnant with his first child. Yep, you heard that right, Mr. Jones was married. It should be a no-brainer because he's extremely uptight. I was even shocked that he managed to get married in the first place.

Anyway, because Mr. Jones won't be with me. The agency hired a temporary manager. Her name was Ko Yuna and she lived in Seoul. I haven't met her physically yet but I've seen her through video calls. I'll be able to finally meet her a week after I land in Korea.

I looked out of the window as we finally reached the airport and it was surprisingly empty except for a few reporters. I was delighted to realize that at least I'd be able to get to the airplane quietly.

This was actually because it was literally 5 am and who would be out at this time even for a celebrity? However, I did know that it would be hectic as soon as I landed in South Korea. But for now, I would enjoy the silence while it lasted.

I looked back at Mr. Jones and nodded. He did the same and we both exited the car and made our way inside for me to check in while all my bodyguards followed us.

After waiting for half an hour, I was finally about to board the plane. I turned to look at Mr. Jones and he smiled. He then extended his arms and I gave him a suspicious look.

"Hurry up before I change my mind," he said, and I smiled and ran towards him and hugged him. It felt like I was giving a hug to a dad or something.

I let go and looked at him. "You'll be a great dad. I promise." I said and his smile widened.

"Be safe there. Okay?" he said, and I nodded. I then waved him goodbye and made my way to the hallway to board the plane.

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Arrival to Korea

I blindly walked as flashes of light disrupted my vision. Hundreds of people surrounded me as they screamed my name and asked me questions they knew I wouldn't answer. I glanced over at my two newly hired bodyguards as they too struggled to push the crowd from getting too close.

But I didn't blame my fans. I couldn't. Well as long as they don't touch me, that is.

I mean who wouldn't be excited when their favorite celebrity moves to their country? I maintained a professional smile as I struggled to push through the crowd. I made sure to take short stops to pose for them as I walked past.

Right now it was seven in the evening. I already told the others that I'd be in South Korea today so Min-Soo and I planned to meet a day or two after because I missed him. Yeon-Jin and Min-Soo were free but couldn't come pick me up since it would raise even more suspicion than there is.

There were already rumors that I was dating Min-Soo and as you might have already guessed, most fans were not happy about it and still aren't. I've received hate comments every time I posted. However, just as much as people hated me, some loved and adored me despite the rumors of my relationship with Min-Soo.

To be honest. I wouldn't mind dating him. He was cute and extremely handsome. He was just a work of art.

"Amalia, you look gorgeous in that outfit. Could you please slow down so that we can take pictures?" One of the reporters asked and only then did I realize how fast I was pacing due to being lost in my thoughts.

I was wearing black baggy jeans with a black oversized shirt. I wore white Lui* Vuitton sneakers with my white Lui* Vuitton handbag to finish the look. My hair was in black and white box braids that passed my waist.

As soon as I stopped, people surrounded me as I posed. After literally having to battle with my fans to make it out of the airport, I located the car that Mr. Jones hired beforehand with the temporary chauffeur that would take me places for six months. I didn't know who my chauffeur was but I didn't care. As long as he knew how to drive and wouldn't be a blabbering idiot, I'd be fine.

I walked towards him as I took notice of the car, a silver Mer*edes gle coupe. I spotted the chauffeur who was standing outside waiting for me. He looked like a middle-aged man but that didn't matter to me. I struggled to make my way to him because for some reason I decided to pack a lot of luggage and I had to carry a bag MYSELF. My bodyguards were bringing the other four. Still, they were being lazy.

My bodyguards placed my bags into the trunk before entering another car. I made my way to the car and bowed at the chauffeur before he could greet me in respect. He helped me put my luggage into the boot before guiding me to the passenger seat. I sighed immediately as I sat down, not realizing that I was tired all this time. After a fifteen-hour flight, there was only one thing I wanted to do and that was to sleep.

I fell asleep during the whole ride to my apartment. The car came to a halt, and I slowly opened my eyes only to see that I was in a parking lot. I looked around and saw that my chauffeur and bodyguards were taking out my bags from the boot. I grumpily stretched before exiting the car. As I walked to them, I pulled out my phone to tell the others that I made it home safely.

I walked across the lobby and instantly fell in love with the place, it had a grey and light brown interior but it didn't feel dark. The whole building was an aesthetic color, it had a greyish-like touch to it that I loved. I entered the lobby as the staff quietly followed me from behind and stood in front of the front desk. The lady working there was sweet and kind. I finally got the key card to my penthouse and made my way to the elevator.

I walked through the hallway as I looked for my apartment. It was on the third last floor and it was a double-story apartment. The hallway was a grey color and the floors were marble white with brown strokes. The doors were coll white and there were plants decorated next to the doors. I thought they looked cute. I found my apartment and opened the door using my key. There was also a keypad for the password.

I entered my apartment and smiled to myself. The floor was also made of the same marble material but this time it was grey with white stokes, and the walls were great in color. There was a navy blue piano in the middle of the apartment with a living room in front of it. There was also a window bay that showed the beauty of the city on the opposite side of the penthouse. The view was breathtaking. Some stairs hovered over the dining area which had a painting on the first wall.

I made my way to the stairs to check out all the rooms. The staff members followed me and placed my bags into my room before leaving because it was getting late.

My room was simple and also had a great view of the city.

After a few minutes, the workers left my apartment as I made my way to the living room. I glanced at the kitchen and sighed. It was empty and I was starving, especially after sleeping for so long both in the plane and in the car.

I sighed to myself and grabbed my phone.

"Looks like I'll have to order takeout-"

I heard the doorbell ring and raised my eyebrows. I didn't remember inviting anyone today nor did I order anything yet. The others told me that were too busy to come today too.

I slowly made my way to the door camera and froze upon seeing who the person was.

Without thinking, I rushed to the door and opened it. This could not be.

As I stared at the person outside my apartment, my heart skipped a bit.

He held a plastic bag in front of my face with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey, I brought jajangmyeon. Congratulations on moving into your apartment."

"Yeon-Jae..." I muttered, without thinking as I stared at him.