Falling Deep // BTS FanFic

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"Can I talk to you after class Camille?" Mr Kye asks and I nod my head politely.
I then cower to the back of the room, slightly worried about what he wants to talk about.
Taehyung is already there, growing at his computer screen, a concentration face I see very often on him.
"Hey."
"Hello." He says, sighing.
We don't talk for the rest of the lecture, and I can't help but be sad.

Why does this boy hate me so much?

I pout as I write, wondering what is going through Taehyung's head.

Taehyung's POV

She pouts at her screen cutely, I have to turn away as I start to feel my cheeks warm up.

I need to stop liking her.
She's with Jungkook.

As I remember this fact, my heart slows. Breaking just a little, but enough to be in agony. A feeling I have never felt before.
She turns to look at me, noticing me staring at her. I quickly turn and move away from her, hoping she isn't too creeped out.

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Camille's POV

"Hi Mr Kye." I bow my head and pull my sleeves over my hands nervously.
He looks up from his desk and smiles.
"Good news." He explains.
"Mr Yi loved your work."
I smile brightly at him, dancing in my head.
"He wants to talk to you face to face." My breath hitches in the back of my throat.
"Tomorrow, at lunch." He sees my extremely pale face and laughs.
"Don't worry about it, it's important, but it's nothing bad."
I nod in unsure agreement.
"Okay, that's all, you can be free now." I walk away nervously.

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"You are very talented." Mr Yi says. I sit in his office, sun on my face, blinding me. I sit back in the seat, gripping my clammy hands as I talk to the man in front of me.
"I especially like this track." He plays a familiar track, the one Namjoon helped me with. I instantly feel nervous.

Does he only like my work because I got professional help with it?

"But some of them still need work, like your outro." I cringe as he clicks on the track with a raised eyebrow.
"It has to be fairly short, not too much rapping, I prefer gentle outro's for mix tapes." I nod, trying to grab as much useful criticism as possible.
"But, it's obvious that you are very talented." He explains and I smile happily to myself, all of my hard work paid off.
"So I would like to offer you a great chance." He says, nervously now. "Could you possibly, work in America for a few months." My breath hitches in my throat.
"You would have the chance to meet other, more experienced artists. It would be an amazing learning experience." He says, hopefully.
Words don't form. I just look in shock.
"I know it's a lot to take in, but it is a great opportunity."

"When?"

"Two months.."

"How long will I be there?"

"Five." He waits impatiently for an answer.
"This is too much, can I come back to you?" He nods, frustrated.
I walk out of his office and out of the university. Thinking of what I will tell my brother and our parents.

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This was a bit unexpected wasn't it?
It was all going so well and now she has to leave it all behind her.
Or will she stay instead?

Cim Caitlin 😎.