A/n: Thanks to my Unnie who inspired me to start writing again :)

~ Tears Come From The Heart And Not From The Brain ~

* JUNGKOOK'S POV *

I wonder if I can do it. 

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door of the Newspaper Club Headquarters.

"Enter!", a muffled voice said from inside. 

As I pushed open the door, I saw the President of the Club, sitting with the rest of the members at a round table conference, probably planning tomorrow's morning edition. 

"Jungkook-ah...you've come again.", the President said in a tired voice. 

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Sir. But, would you take a look at my article. I'd like to publish it in the 'Any - Topic' Section of the Newspaper.", I said, as courteously as possible.  

"You see, Jungkook-ah...the matter is that...you're late. Someone already gave their article for this week.", the Editor said. 

"B-But, I've been coming every week!", I said, trying to control my emotions. 

"Jungkook-ah...we've already deci-.", the Editor began, but was interrupted by the President. 

"I might be inclined to take a look at your writing. Perhaps....it could be published next week.", the President said vaguely, as he took my script and read it through. 

After reading it through, he passed it to the Editor who merely took one glance at the writing and tossed it in the waste paper basket. 

"M-My script!", I screamed as I stood rooted to the spot with my hands at the side of my thighs, balled into fists. 

The hours of toil and  imagination had been disregarded and tossed into the bin. 

All my blood, sweat and tears gone waste! 

"Is in its rightful place.", the President said harshly. 

"Where did I go wrong!? I had fulfilled all the required parameters this time!", I said, close to going into hysterics. 

"It was highly unoriginal! Writing a similar article to Jiwoo's article last week is not going to be published! I've had enough of your writing Jeon Jungkook! If you can't bring something original from that dull head of your's, then please don't step into the Club premises and waste our time. You may leave.", the President said, as he turned his back to me. 

With my head hung low, I fished out my discarded write-up from the bin, while listening to the sniggering of the other members and finally left the room. 

My writing deserved to be in the waste paper basket? 

Was that true? 

With his words haunting me, I made my way to the now filled hallway with the entire population of Seoul International College cramped into a single space. 

I quietly made my way to the locker to take out my books, when a guy bumped into me and said,"Watch where you're going, Coconut Head! You looking for a fight,eh!?" 

"Sorry.", I mumbled. 

"If I find you again, I'll beat you up!", he yelled into my ears and went off to the other side where his friends were waiting for him. 

Jerk. 

"ALL STUDENTS IN YOUR RESPECTIVE HOME ROOM IN TEN MINUTES!", Principal Jihoon's voice boomed from the speakers in the hallway. 

I finally reached the class, with my hair askew and panting for breath. 

I looked around the room to find that most of the seats were taken. 

Upon my arrival, many of the students put their bags or belongings on the seat adjacent to them. 

Did they think I'd go and sit beside them!? 

I went and sat down at my 'designated' seat in the front row. Being a scholarship kid, I was the last one to be picked at games or any activities and the first one to be a punching bag for anyone having a bad day. 

Setting my books beside me, I saw Sookyung enter the class, searching for a seat. 

"Sookyung-ah!", I called out to her. 

She was my neighbour and the only person who talked to me in this entire college of jerks. 

"I was searching for you, Jungkook-ah.", she said as she sat down beside me. 

"How's ajhumma?", I asked her. 

"She's doing good. How about ajhussi? Is he still...", she asked, trailing away. 

I looked at my hands and picked the corners of my nails as I merely nodded. 

"He'll get better. Don't worry.", she said as she put a hand on my shoulder and smiled slightly. 

And for a moment, I wanted to tell her that it was too late and the waiting was futile. 

But...somewhere in my heart, I still wanted to believe the lie that it was going to get better. 

- TIME SKIP TO RECESS - 

Dear Diary, 

I failed in my attempt to submit an original work to the Newspaper Club today. And I was intensely humiliated as well. I felt like time had stopped and that everything I had put into that write-up had all crumbled to dust. I felt like I should stop writing. But then, if I did stop writing, I would lose my only outlet to the boiling emotions within. And then I berated myself as to the fact that I was giving up due to a small failure. It was really petty of me to even think about how a weak minded creature I am, who gives up on their first few attempts! But now, I have made it my goal to hand over a perfect write-up to the Newspaper Club which they'll not be able to refuse. And I'll see that through. 
Anyway, I've gotta go now. Thanks for listening to my rants for the time being. I'll be coming back soon. 

- Yours, Kook

Kook's Wishlist - 

No. 10 - Become the Shakespeare of the Newspaper Club this year. 

Shutting my journal, I walked into the cafeteria to get my lunch. 

"A beef sandwich and a banana milk.", I said as I paid the lunch lady and made way to one of the empty tables. 

As I sat down and began eating, I heard a huge commotion at the entrance of the cafeteria. 

Must be 'them'.

I rolled my eyes and went back to staring out of the window, which showcased the entire college campus. 

They didn't bother me. Nor did they bother the other students. 

They lived in their own world, minding their own business. 

It was their fanbase that tailed behind them which was annoying. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw them enter the cafeteria, the 'cold' one as the leading member of the pack. 

And the person with the highest number of fans in our college. 

I wonder what made that person so. 

It was like the agonizing phantom pain was still the same...

A/n: I love JK a lot, so please don't think that I like to hurt him on purpose or anything :''(

- Logging off for now....

- 💕Moonie💕