#with each other in a way that excludes me and my stupid flop ass fiction. i dont know. its just so silly. everyone always talks about

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See the thing is. I know I'm good at writing. Like I have my weak areas or things I need to improve in, but it's not a skill I otherwise spend a lot of time feeling insecure about because a) if I don't believe in my writing literally who will b) if I want to publish my writing I ought to at least feel a resting level of good about it because editors and agents likely will not be cradling my face like a prize cat and telling me how talented I am while asking for their edits c) I've always had an audience for my writing even at its worst– I started sharing my original works online when I was around 16 & that really helped sell to me the idea of 'there will always be someone out there who likes what you do' d) untalented men never think this hard about the quality of their works and they always end up published anyway and e) I don't have many other thoroughly developed skills so why not have one I feel good about. Having said this. Awkward feeling to realize you're one of the authorial weak links in your postgraduate creative writing degree's social circle

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Sleeping With the Enemy Ch.2

Genre: Realistic Fiction + Kinda Fluffy heehee

Word Count: ~1K

Characters: Kang Seungyoon (Winner), Corporate Bad Ass Reader :)

Summary: You’re a young and successful CFO in a very well known company and Seungyoon is your new secretary, but there’s something you don’t know about him. 

A/N: I’m trying to make my writing a little more concise, or at least shorter cuz I have noticed they are very long. Also that gif has pretty much no relation to this fic but I saw it and immediately screamed so I figured I’d put it up there. 

“Hi,” a raspy voice whispered into your ear. Flickering your eyes open, you were shocked to see that your secretary was really in bed next to you, that last night hadn’t been yet another dream.

“Seungyoon?” You checked if your eyes were deceiving you.

“I liked what you called me last night better,” he stroked the side of your face, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. You raised your tired eyebrows in confusion, although you knew exactly what he was hinting at. “Oh, you remember,” he responded as he rolled his eyes. “Maybe this’ll jog your memory,” he said, climbing on top of you, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of your shoulders. He lowered himself so your noses brushed against each other. The closeness brought back all your slightly drunken memories from the night before.

“BANG BANG BANG,” your alarm clock screamed at you, jolting you out of the moment. The man on top of you laughed.

“Big Bang? Really?”

“Hey, it gets me up in the morning,” you replied, pushing him off of you and making your way to the closet.

“Ok, second question. Who sets an alarm on a Saturday? You don’t work weekends too right?” He laid above the sheets, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, it is later than normal… and also I have a lot to do,” you replied. “And technically, it’s not work. I’m going to play golf with some potential clients and a few other executives from JYPE.”  You could feel Seungyoon’s eyes baring into your naked back as you slipped khaki’s over your legs, but you didn’t dare turn around. Guilt built up inside of you at the thought of leaving him alone the day after you slept together. Especially since he worked for you. So many things about this situation were wrong, and most of them were your fault.

After pulling a shirt on, in no hurry, you finally turned to face your transgression. You sat on the edge of the bed and leant down to tie up your shoes, mostly so you could avoid making eye contact.

“You’re welcome to stay here until I get back. The fridge isn’t exactly full… but I have a delivery service that knows me pretty well,” you looked at him now, only to see him playing with the edge of his boxers, avoiding eye contact with you. You let out a heavy breath. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just how my life is. I really shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that, we’re profess” -your words were cut off by warm lips, pressing against mouth. The pressure on your mouth relieved that which lied in your shoulders.

“Y/N,” he pulled away ever so slightly, causing you to panic internally. Your eyes flew open as you looked desperately into his. “It’s fine. I get it,” he smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

The whole time you were at not-work, you couldn’t get images of Seungyoon out of your head. His sweet smile, the way he looked at you when you woke up, the feeling of his lips on yours, the feeling of his body. You wanted to be with him in this moment, not playing a stupid game of golf with a bunch of old men who you had to fight to get a word in with. “Miss Y/L/N, I believe if you make this put you’ll have beaten our client Mr. Douglass’s all-time record,” your boss mumbled to you through gritted teeth, and you got the hint. Business is a game, and you had to play it. You shook your head, trying to get yourself out of the haze your secretary had put you in, and did your best to miss that shot.

You didn’t even notice how eerily silent your apartment was when you finally got home. Apparently golf meant that you’d have to spend an entire day trapped in a country club afterwards, and while the men went off into the sauna, you got to schmooze with the wives, very few of whom shared any common interests with you. You never quite fit in with other women, but it irritated you that the men flat out excluded you. How hard would it have been to pick something that wouldn’t require any nudity? You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch. People were just going to have to get used to you. Hopefully it would happen sooner rather than later. You let your head fall backwards and propped your feet up onto the ottoman. For a few minutes, you thought you’d fall asleep like that, as you had many times before.

Sleep almost overcame you, when the realization that you left Seungyoon in your house alone for over 12 hours without contacting him. “Could he still be here?” you wondered, “There’s no way.” You ran up to your bedroom, only to find the bed made, and his clothes gone from the floor. You knocked on the bathroom door, just to make sure, and received no answer. “Shit,” you thought out loud this time.

“SEUNGYOON?”

Silence.

“SHIT.” You wasted no time trying to figure out what happened, clearly he got frustrated and left. You didn’t even have the decency to tell him you were going to be late, you just forgot. You left him stranded in place that he wasn’t familiar with. What’s worse is that he worked directly under you. What if he quit because of this? What would that mean for you? For him?

You: Hey, did you go home?

You stared at the message you sent as the loading bar filled at the top of your screen. What did it matter if he went home, he clearly wasn’t here. It was a Saturday so it was plausible that he’d have other plans. You probably weren’t the only woman in his life, especially since he was so handsome. You sighed, and put your phone down. Tonight, your glass of wine would have to accompany you, just like always.