Falling Deep // BTS FanFic

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"Enjoy the song?" Namjoon asks as he drives us home .
"Loved it, especially your part." I wink at him.
"Especially my part huh?" He asks, an evil grin on his face. I stare at him obliviously. "Yeah, you're a good rapper." I explain before turning to look out my window.
"Look, I have some news." He says anxiously and I turn to face his nervous face.
"What, are you all okay? You haven't gotten into trouble or anything?" I ask concerned.
"What do you mean by trouble?!" He asks, thinking of the worst.
"Well you know how celebrities get when they get famous, they go down the road of drugs.."
"We aren- , we would never do drugs Camille." He explains quickly. I just shrug, kind of feeling bad about speculating such a thing.
"This news, is big stuff, quite exciting." I watch as he smiles wide, "it makes me proud you know, being the leader." His eyes glow with pride.
"Tell me what this 'news' is then!"
He laughs, "you'll have to wait until everyone is here." We roll up in front of our house and Namjoon gets out, leaving me in the car, slightly excited and slightly nervous.

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After I say hello to my mother and step father I go upstairs into my bedroom.
It still smells like fresh paint, one of my favourite smells in the world. However, my jaw drops at the mess on the floors and at my desk.
University does some weird shit to you let me just say.
I have three coffee stained mugs lined up on my desk and lined paper is spread out all over the floor.

What the fuck did I do?

My bed, obviously hasn't been made. My alarm clock is halfway across the room, probably from me throwing it out of frustration when I couldn't turn it off.
And my clothes are in a pile next to my closet, from the time I went to babysit Jungkook's sister and I was stressing about an which outfit I should wear.

Instead of tidying up my mess of a room, I sit down by my filthy desk and get my laptop out.
Deciding to work on my outro, the track my teacher had wanted me to work on. But before I can even get two minutes into solid work, I think about the offer Mr Yi gave me..

Could I study in America for five whole months?

A part of me really wants to go. I want to improve in my music and I want to become more independent.
But how could I possibly leave this place when I've only just arrived.

A knock on my bedroom door makes me jump.
"Hmmmmmm?" I say and my step father walks in.
"Hello." He greets joyfully.
"Hi."
"How are you getting on?"
"Fine." I reply bluntly

Our conversations have always been like this. Awkward. He asks me a question and I give him a one word answer. As simple as that. I just wouldn't know what else to say to him. I don't know anything about him and he doesn't know a thing about me.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." He explains, sighing. My heart picks up its pace as I grow nervous.
"I know, this is all new to you Camille."

Here we go...

"This is certainly new to me too." He dodges the things he really wants to say and I just can't help myself anymore.
"What do you want to tell me?"
"I want you to be comfortable, I want to be able to do things with you Camille. You need to give me more than just one word answers."
I stay silent, not knowing exactly how to reply.
"I just want you to know, that I do love you Camille. I am here for you if you need me."
"I know you are."
He sighs, "please just think about what I said, talk to me more, please. I know the world has not been easy on you, but you need to accept that I'm here."

I am in shock as he leaves the room. I had no idea of how cruel I was being towards him. And how nice he is trying so hard to be.  I spend the rest of the night in my bed, running over my conversations with my step father. Trying to change what I had said in my head.

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My dad is sat next to me in the driver's seat. I'm in a car seat in the front of the car. A special privilage that I was always given when it was just me and my dad alone.
We sit in our car outside of panda express. Munching away at our grilled teriyaki chicken.

Mum had gone out with a friend to get her hair done. So my dad decided that we should treat ourselves too.
As we Finish up and my dad disposed of our evidence. We drive off.
"What movie would you like to watch them my little angel?" My dad asks as he drives us home.
"Tangled." I say clapping.
He nods in agreement, smiling brightly.
I don't think I have ever missed my father as much as I do now as I watch his eyes crinkle up as he laughs away.
He turns up the music and we both sing along happily in the car until we get home.       

Safely.

"Thank you daddy." I thank him for the food.
"No problem, but you must remember not to tell mummy."
I nod in agreement as we get out the car.

We cross over the street.
But my dad doesn't make it in time, and a car hits him. Before driving away.

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I wake up crying.

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Hey guys.
I just wanted to ask you all. Who has been in a similar step family situation?
If you have, I can relate. It's slot to deal with. But most of the time, I believe that if you open up to your step brother, a very healthy relationship will form. Anyway, stay healthy guys.

Cim Caitlin 😎.