A/N: Lines borrowed from Season 11 episodes “Don’t you forget about me.”, “Red Meat.”, and “The Chitters.” are in Bold.
“The lies we tell others are nothing compared to the lies we tell ourselves.” - Derek Landy
Dean ran down the hall and careened into her room. “Y/n?” He stared at the perfectly made bed. He took another step forward picturing her that morning, the sheets twisted around her and her head shoved in the pillow. Why didn’t he say more? Why didn’t he urge her to come?
He scanned the room and his gaze froze on the notepad sitting on the desk. His heart dropped into his stomach. He walked over and picked it up then looked in the trash can. Two water bottles and some scraps of paper but then he dropped the notepad and grabbed two balled up pieces of paper.
He placed them on the desk and flattened the first one out. Her writing was sloppy, slanted, and she had scribbled over it but it was still legible. He remembered that night before. The things he said echoing in his head like a pickaxe as he read her scrawl.
Pros and cons of loving Dean Winchester, of staying in the shadows with Dean Winchester, standing in his shadow.
Plot: Park Jimin is a rich man and you just happen to be his maid. But a maid isn’t what he’s really looking for. (Based off of Lie)
Slowly but surely, the day agonizingly crawled by and suddenly it was 10 o'clock. The time that Mr. Park told you to meet him in his office. Since it was towards the end of your shift, you were a little bit tired and sweaty. But you didn’t want to know the consequences for letting down Mr. Park. You walked carefully down one of the corridors all the way to Jimin’s office, hearing your light footsteps echo in the empty halls. Your heart was pumping blood at an alarming rate, and it skipped a beat when you reached the door. Slowly your arm extended out towards the door and you lightly knocked on it.