A/N: it has only been two days and then DNO became 255 then 125 in fanfiction like wtf my buttcheeks are clENCHING THANKS

just to remind you (again) that this story contains sadness, depression, death, mature scenes and self harm. (all most likely)

September 4, 12:06 pm

jeon jungkook.

I was so curious that I knew I had to check it out. I need to do make a move.

I followed the direction of the crying sound and stumbled upon a house down the hill. Before I got there, I heard another thud coming from what seems like a door and the sound of someone running away.

The whimpering sound slowly becomes more and more faint, leaving me confused. I didn't approach the house anymore, picked up my pace and ran after the sound of running, checking if I'll pick up a clue.

I followed and followed the sound but then it abruptly disappears.

There was no sound after that, leaving me clueless and confused. I then stopped running, arching forward with my palms on my knees, hyperventilating. I looked around me to see no person in sight. I only landed in a small forest full of head trees.

It wasn't long until I heard something thrown on the river which isn't really far from me. I suddenly thought that those were pebbles thrown on the river.

Wait, that doesn't really matter. A question still lingers my mind.

Just where did the person go?

nam seolhee.

I quietly sat on the large rocks beneath me, staring at the river's ripple at my front. I was despondent and crestfallen after what my mom had done to me again. Tears were furiously running down my eyes, my body shaking as I tried to hold the pencil strong enough to be able to write on another rock.

This will be the only way I'll feel better.

Even if I was alone, I knew i'll get the weight off my chest immediately.

Dear No One,

Today, mom broke my laptop and ripped apart my favorite dress my late aunt gave me. That aunt of mine died of a heart attack and everyone blames me for it. She was the only one who cared about me. My heart is ripping apart.

- SH

My aunt really was my only companion. She's one of the few reasons why I'm still alive. But ever since she died, all fingers were pointed at me.

I gathered up the courage and threw the rock softly to the river subsequently making a splashing sound. I continued to cry more and more. My eyes are getting redder and my snifles turned into bad hiccups. My head was bowed down and my messed up hair obscured most of my face.

Just like yesterday, I got stones, rocks and other sorts pebbles from my sides and threw them on the flowy river in front of me. Other than writing than rocks, it also makes me feel better about my shitty life and it clears up my mind.

I was then surprised by someone clearing his throat, causing me to flinch a little. I didn't look up because I was scared of who I might see.

"Hello. Who are you? Are you okay?" A male's voice asked me.

My throat was too dry to speak and I knew I was too ugly to even show my face. I tilted my head up a little and he began to speak again.

"Do you need help? You were crying.."

Isn't it obvious? Can you just stop talking?

For some reason I felt like I need help but I mostly feel like I don't.

"I can help you. My name is—"

"Leave me." I interrupted him before he even tells me his name. I have no time to get new friends. I don't have time for more horrible people entering my life. I quickly stood up from where I'm sitting and ran away from the random guy I just saw. I didn't see his face and just heard his voice.

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September 7, 7:34 pm

jeon jungkook.

"Oppa, are you okay? Is something bothering you? You can talk to me about it." I heard Jinshil ask me. I turned to her and gave her a forced smile, shaking my head. I hate to admit how I'm still confused about that girl from a couple of days ago.

I really didn't hear anything from girl ever since I saw her on the hill, throwing rocks at the sea. I'm beginning to wonder if it was her crying and screaming in that house yesterday. I ran after her but I didn't see her anymore.

Who is she?

(a/n: if you don't get it, i mADE IT CLEAR IT WASN'T JUANCOCK)

"I know why you're like that. Is it about the weirdo who wrotes on a rock again and threw it to you?" She asked me. My eyes widened at how she was able to predict what's on my mind. I sighed in defeat.

"Come on Jinshil, we don't even know if it was her." I replied. She just shrugged.

"People are getting stranger and stranger nowadays. Maybe you should get her off your head for now, oppa. You're making me jealous." She joked and pushed me in the shoulder playfully. I didn't reply and nodded.

"Anyway, Jungkook. I'm leaving now. You can walk with me together tomorrow, alright? I have important things to do." She admitted and gave me a toothy smile. I nodded my head.

"Alright alright, take care of yourself." I said. She let out a small laugh and suddenly kissed me on the cheek before leaving, waving at me as she walked further away. She never fails to make me smile.

I was about to step out of the building and was interrupted by a scream in the art classroom.

Panicking, I immediately rushed to the classroom and opened the door.

There was a girl on a chair in the middle of the classroom, her back completely faced at me. Loud crying noises were filling the room. I've never heard such crying like this before. They were loud, miserable and grief-stricken, not melodious at all. For some reason, I felt a twinge in my heart after hearing her cry.

I then felt agitated to move towards her. I don't know how I could help but I felt like I should, and I just decided to in a matter of seconds. I took a deep breath and slowly and silently trudged my way towards the tormented girl, my hands trembling as I got closer.

When I finally appeared in front of her, her crying came to a stop for a moment. Her elbows were on her knees and her palms were covering her eyes.

I rummaged through my pockets, got out my unused handkerchief and gave it to her.

"Hey. Y-you might n-need it." I said, my words turning into stutters. I mentally slapped myself at showing how nervous I got with her. I probably look like a nervous wreck right now. She didn't reply and shook her head.

I didn't hesitate to kneel down in front of her, my eyes on the same level as her stomach. Her eyes still obscured her face. I smiled and held her arms and softly pulled them apart from each other, revealing her appearance. Her eyes were red and puffy as well as her nose, but what surprised me is how beautiful were features were.

My smile grew wider.

She gave me a short look and then she covered her face again with her palms. My expression dropped.

"Why are you crying? What's your name?" I asked her. She was about to speak but her crying hiccups just stopped her from doing so. She didn't reply at all afterwards, her eyes still covering her face as she continued crying.

"Um.. My name is Jeon Jungkook. I can help you." I told her, but she didn't reply. I think I'm turning red right now because of embarrassment.

"Leave me alone." She commanded in a miserable tone. It made me sad somehow but I completely understand that she doesn't want to talk to me, anyway. I then realized that it was my cue to leave and slowly stood up, handing my handkerchief to her.

"I understand," I said and gave out a small chuckle. "You're beautiful, by the way. I'm pretty sure that no matter how much your cheeks become stained with tears and how red your eyes get, you still look beautiful."