ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

secrets. [jaewin]

I knocked on the door thrice, with a gap of two seconds between each knock. I took a deep breath as I waited for a respond, and then I sighed. I glanced to my watch. it was eight o'clock in the night.

" come in ." a faint answer could be heard coming from the inside, and I twisted the doorknob before entering, then closed the door again.

there he was. my boss, jung jaehyun, sitting on his leather spinning chair. he spun around and when his eyes landed on me, a warm smile left his lips. I almost smiled back. keyword: almost.

I took another deep breathe before approaching him. every step felt like a pure torture. I was used to... all of this, but it's just different now after what happened that evening.

he patted his laps, gesturing me to sit on them. I bit my inner cheeks. from my leftover self-dignity, which to be honest isn't that much, I didn't want to. but somehow I obeyed like a dog obeying his owner.

" I'm glad you're here, baby ." he stated, voice husky and low, as he caresses my cheeks.

I didn't utter a word. I couldn't bring myself to. I felt disgusted of myself, for letting him touch my skin, calling me pet names. I hate myself for letting him do whatever he wants to me.

jaehyun is the ceo of spark – what you must know – a well-known entertainment company all around the globe. he's all the mister-perfect-ten kind of guy, with his well-manners, strict rules and of course, his stupid dimples.

and I'm dong sicheng, his secretary for about three or four years. I'm the only one he trusts enough (he doesn't even trust himself, just saying) to know all of his secrets.

I must say, this guy isn't that mister-perfect-ten as the public thought he is. no, he's actually kinda the opposite if I didn't take his dimples to consideration.

why? well, because we have an affair since forever, and this guy is fucking married.

his wife is gorgeous, the kind of beauty that made everyone offended, and would probably intimidate you. she's also model-like tall, and very soft-spoken. compared to her, I'm just a piece of crumpled paper in the trash bin.

so I really don't know why he chose me, a trash – over her, a goddess. he's one of an idiot.

" why are you so quiet, baby ?" he asks, eyes filled with pure concern. " you look troubled. what's wrong ?"

I deadpanned him. I restrained myself so hard from wrapping my hands around his neck and choking him to death. if I didn't love this idiot until this extend, I might as well did that, and then transfer his money to my bank account once he's dead.

but that's the problem: I love him.

" you. have. a. fucking. daughter ." I stated, emphasizing every words just in case his tiny brain couldn't process it.

his eyes changed. it was filled with shock this time. he must be wondering how I found out. I'm his secretary, for fuck's sake. people get to me first if they want to get to him.

and let's just say, that evening, his daughter came to my desk asking about her lovely father. that is how I found out. low blow, I know. but still, I can't believe he lied to me.

I can accept that he has a wife, because they're one of those misfortune couples of the infamous 'arranged marriage' shit. so I could still think that they have no feelings toward one another, that's why he cheated. and I can't say for sure that she never cheated on him.

I don't even know how he could hide it from me for like four years. hiding a fatal disease or wealth or something makes sense because it's an object, but how the fuck do you hide a whole person?