"How much of self respect do you lack to ask me to fuck you just to prove a point?"
"You are hot too." He adds like it makes a difference.
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In a world where a writer, Hyunjin struggles with lack of inspiration for his books, so he decides to seek...
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Hyunjin
Every day is the same. Sitting on my balcony with laptop on my thighs, coffee that got cold before I drank it and half smoked cigarette in my hand. With endless mails from my editor, who texts me in every one hour, even during night, and asks if I have my new peace ready.
I don't have answer to that question. Not the answer he would like. I sigh and try to write response, but in few minutes I change my mind. Mainly because my response would be one short sentence: "Mr.Bang, I don't know, I will never have an answer."
My books and inspiration always came from one girl, my feelings towards her vanished and they took my muse with them.
And as I sit here, finishing my cigarette, phone suddenly starts ringing and I couldn't be more bothered, when I saw who it was. I take a deep breath and answer it with hesitation.
"Hello, Mr.Bang-"
"Hyunjin, write the goddamn book." He cuts me off before I could finish my greeting. Uh, so annoying.
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?" He asks with mixture of concern and anger in his voice. How can I explain that I'm a thief, stealing moments from reality and turn it into a book? Since there's nothing exciting going on, I just can't write.
"I don't have inspiration."
"What usually gives you inspiration ?" He sounds so resigned.
"Women."
"Then go out and fuck some women?" My eyes widened. I never thought he could be so straightforward.
"I do. But I can't find the muse."
"Listen to me, Hyunjin." He starts with very serious tone, you would think he will give a soul touching advice about finding inspiration with yourself or some deep shit, I don't know, but he continues and my eyebrows raise in response. "Online dating sites won't solve your problem. Get dressed, go out to nice bar, pick up hot girl and not just fuck, fall in love, try to create aesthetic setting,-"
"Please I don't need sex advice from my editor."
"It's not-"
"I will contact you when I have something." I say, and without waiting for his answer I just hung up.
Who even is this guy? We are not that close for him to give me dating advice, but maybe just a little, he is right. I do need to find someone, who maybe I will fall in love with and makes me want to write again. Though I'm really comfortable with my life right now. My usual going out consists of setting a date with some girl on dating site once a week, having sex, exchange few sentences and around 3am, leave her house.
I never bring someone up to my house, or exchange numbers, or even tell them who I am. If they found out I'm a famous writer, I will find myself in big scandal. As you could figure, I'm living ideal life.
