Falling Deep // BTS FanFic

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"You know what, I'm done."
I look over to her, giving her a death glare from behind the stack of boxes that I am currently holding, struggling, but holding.
"Are you being serious right now, we've nearly moved everything out of my room, and you wanna bail on me now!" I'm yelling at her, but the two boxes that are currently towering over my head are making it incredibly difficult to sound serious.
"I'm sorry that I am incredibly weak and can barely carry one box without dropping it!" She yells back.
"Please Ally Bob, we've nearly finished?" I plead.
After a few seconds of exhausting silence, I finally hear the floor creak and then a box being lifted up with a small groan.
"Fine, but you better treat me to a nice ass meal."

I sigh before trudging down the stairs, shoving the boxes into my mothers tiny car.
Ally follows after me, tripping over an uneven slab on the pavement.
I laugh at her as she gains her balance again. I hold my arms out ready to take the box from her hands.

"Only three more to go!" I say enthusiastically.
I hear a very load, less enthusiastic groan behind me.

"Give me the heaviest box why don't you!" My best friend wails in the corner of my old room.
"Jeez, it wasn't intentional." I talk back, rolling my eyes.

I grab the last box off of the ground and head to the door.

Knock Knock.

I reverse away from the door as it opens quickly.
"Hey Camille, just wondering what you'd like to eat when you get to our house?"
My step brother walks into my room with a wide smile, his dimples becoming more prominent.
"Oh hey Namjoon! Uhm, I don't really mind, you should just ask my mum."
I look up at him again, his smile has now been exchanged into a look of amazement. His eyes do not move from something behind me.
I follow his gaze, which leads directly to my best friend, Ally.
I roll my eyes.
"Why are you staring at her like that, she probably thinks you're a serial killer or some shit." I ask him.
"Hm?" He stares down at me.
"Never mind."
I look over to my friend, her cheeks are crimson red. Her fingers play with the tape that tightly sticks onto the box in front of her.
I clear my throat.
"Let's go." Ally nods.
We pick up the boxes again and start making our way down the stairs.
My legs ache from the weight and I let out heavy breathes every two seconds.
Ally keeps on losing balance, therefore pushing her box into my back. Several times I almost fall down the stairs! SEVERAL TIMES!

"Oh uhm, where are my manners, let me take that for you." A massive smile forms on my lips.
I turn around ready to give Namjoon my box.
"Oh thankyou, so so soooo much namj-" I stare at him. Picking up the box from Ally's arms.
She smiles shyly.
He walks past me, carrying the box effortlessly.
"Are you kidding me! You carry her's but not mine!"
"I'm coming back for yours you dipshit! Besides, it's always ladies first." He shouts as he walks out the front door.

He is so dead.

I decide to give up on the box lifting, and I sit down on the staircase. Trying to not freak out.
Everything has happened so fast.
I've lived here for nine years, we moved here when I was ten, after my dad passed away.
It was smaller than my old house, but I liked that. It was cozy and homely.
I look around, it isn't cozy anymore, it's empty. And so is the room I grew up in behind me.

Behind me.
Where did Ally Bob go?

When she doesn't respond to me shouting her name.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and dial her number, but she doesn't pick up. I start to get worried.

She was just here.

After a few minutes, I check my messages, and sure enough, Ally has sent me one small text.

Ally - "I've gone home, dad called.."

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EDITED.

So this was the FANFIC Jintro.
I hope you've gotten a better understanding of some of the characters lives.
There is still so much to be uncovered though.

Come Caitlin 😎.