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If I'm finally able to be happy, would you be sad?
We drive in silence, which was okay, it gave me time to reflect.
My mind is a complete mess. I feel so terrible. But I also don't, I know I did sown thing wrong. But I just cannot believe my mum would say that to me.She wasn't thinking straight, she was worried about you.
I try to push my dads thoughts out of my head, focusing on the cars and the scenery as we drive.
The car pulls up in front of a house.
"The boys went home when we left, but I talked to them and asked if they could go around the shopping centre with us, take your mind off of home." Namjoon says cautiously.
"Ok." I whisper back.
"The boys are gonna meet us here, do you want to go inside?"
I get out and walk silently to the front door, only just realising that I have no idea who's house this is as I knock on the door.
The door swings open revealing a bunny like grin on a tall boys face.
"Hey Camille." Jungkook says sweetly.
"Hi." I mutter back.
"Who's at the door kookie?" A little girl runs up to the boys leg and shyly hides behind it.
"This is Camille."
"Oh, the really pretty girl you were telling me about." Jungkook instantly turns tomato red, shoving his big hands over the girls mouth playfully.How has he managed to talk about me to his sister in less than an hour?
She giggles before running up to me.
"I'm Jiwoo." I shake her hand, kneeling on the floor.
"Nice to meet you."The sadness I felt earlier completely vanishes as I play with Jiwoo and Jungkook with her dolls. She tells me each of her dolls names and what they like doing, I try my best to memorise the names.
We had to wait around until Jungkook's parents got home until we could leave his sister.
Jiwoo was shy at first, only playing with Jungkook, hiding behind the safety of his back.
"Did you know that Camille is a rapper." Jungkook explains cutely to his sister.
"Really?! Like grumpy Yoongi?" Me and the boys chuckle at her words.
Suga picks her up, acting like a monster, and starts swinging her around playfully.
Once she is down again, she continues to speak. "That's so cool, I love rapping."
"Yeah, she's very good at it too." Namjoon tells me.
"Even better than you?" I ask him slyly.
"Way better than me."
Jiwoo nods in agreement, smiling widely.
"Can we rap together?" As she says this the front door opens and in comes her parents.
"Mummy!!" She runs off to the door.
I get up, hiding behind my brother and hoping that Jiwoo doesn't introduce me to her parents.
"Mummy! This is the girl Jungkook likes! Isn't she soooo pretty?" She pulls her poor mother over to me.
I thought Jungkook and his sister looked similar, their eyes a soft caramel as well as their bunny like smiles.
But as Jiwoo pulls her mother towards me, the similarities of the three of them are clear.
Their noses are small and button like, with defined jaws, Jiwoo and her mother have fudge coloured hair. Excluding Jungkook with his dyed tinted purple hair.
Jungkook lets out a mischievous chuckle, putting his hands casually in his pocket, resting on the wall.
"Show off." His mother sarcastically comments about his positioning.
"Hi." I say waving slightly.
"Oh my goodness you are so cute." The short woman pushes my brother out the way, grabbing my cheeks.
"Perfect for my son," she smiles brightly.
And that's when I realise who this familiar looking woman is. The woman from that adorable corner shop.
Realisation crosses over her face.
"Your the girl who wanted the tomatoes." She points at me smirking.
I turn a shade of pink, pulling the sleeves of Taehyung's jumper over my hands.
Jungkook stands next to me now, protectively. She bursts out into small giggles. "This boy is such a clumsy bunny." She points towards Jungkook.So that's why he didn't get his sexy ass whooped, well he probably still did.
"I'm sorry." I mutter, still embarrassed.
"Oh sweetheart." She hugs me in a tight embrace. "I can't be angry at that cute face."
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Falling Deep // BTS FanFic
Fanfiction"You're just a comforter to me, I only needed you because I needed someone to cry on." "So you don't have any feelings for me?" "No." "None?" "None." "I don't think you're telling the truth." "You're right."