Falling Deep // BTS FanFic

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I want to be strong and brave, just like my dad.

"So you don't drink?" Taehyung asks me nervously.
The guys in the back are having fun, playing a little card game on the arm rest in between them.
"Nope, never have and never will." I reply quickly, hoping to stop the conversation from going any deeper.
"Wow that's cool."

How is it cool?

"How?" I ask.
"All of the boys rub it in my face whenever they drink, so, I guess it's sort of nice how someone else understands that you don't need to drink to be happy."

I guess it is.

"I guess it is quite nice actually."
I reply, just as shyly.
"So, why don't you drink then?" I ask him, now interested in what he has to say.
"It's too bitter for me, I like sweet things." I smile, looking at the busy road in front of us.

He seems so sophisticated and manly yet childlike.

"Are we there yet!" Jungkook groans from the backseat.
"Im so bored, Jin is terrible at this game!" He complains.
"We're ten minutes away, try to entertain yourself." Taehyung sighs heavily.
"Do they do this a lot, complain."
I ask.
"Jungkook isn't usually this bad, it's just his childish way of showing off in front of you."
I whisper a quiet oh before fiddling with the bracelets on my wrists.
"holttag banhal manhan (adorable)"
"Hm?"
"What? Oh, nothing." He stutters, quickly paying his full attention back on the road.

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After an hour of, eating, socialising with six strangers and trying to get as much water down Ally's throat as possible, we are at the club.

Hoseok orders drinks for all of us and we sit around a table.
Ally is a lot more bold now that she has some alchohol in her. So she has gone of dancing with some of the boys.
I sit by the table, a bottle of coke in hand, watching all the crazy people around me.
One man had to be escorted out of the building for throwing all of the glasses at his own girlfriend. Who was making out with a girl, who was his sister. Who was married.
I laugh at all of them, they look completely insane.
All of them will be cringing at all the trouble they caused, tomorrow morning.
I take another sip of my coke.
I hope they get home safe, I hope they get a cab instead of getting in the drivers seat of their own cars.

"Get up." Namjoon knocks me out of my thoughts.
Suddenly the music becomes much louder, and I start to feel the people elbowing my back every time they walk (trip) past me.
"I'm fine here Thankyou."
"Oh come on Camille, you need to have fun! All the others are worried."
"I am having fun!" I yell at him.
"Well then, if your not gonna listen, then I'll just have to carry you."
Last time he picked me up, I ended up on top of a complete stranger, who was staring at my boobs, and I think he was a pedo.
"And I'm up." I stretch out my back before following him.
The others are all in a circle, dancing with each other. Even Yoongi looks like he has loosened up a bit.
I stand by Jin uncomfortably.
"Loosen up a bit, you might not be drunk, but you can still have fun." Jungkook explains, he looks almost sober. Even though he has had about six drinks already.
"I know I can." I say sternly.
Rolling his eyes, he grabs my hands and starts making me spin and jump.
"Are you trying to make me throw up?!" I ask him as he makes me do another spin.
"That's better than just standing there like a weirdo."
After a few minutes I scream in his ear 'STOP'
"I'm going to pass out!"
"Here." He pulls me towards his chest and wraps his arms around me loosely.
"We can stay like this until you get better."
"I'm fine, thanks." After a few seconds I unwrap his arms from my waist and awkwardly walk away from him, into the crowd.