"People see your mistakes, not your efforts".

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It's a Monday. Damn it. My eyes feel a bit heavy. How much ing sleep did I get? I groan and look at my phone. Jimin's texts consist of Hav A Fun Day @ School Bae <3. Good morning sweetie!!. And lots of other cheesey things. "This idiot . . . ". I smile to myself, just what will I do without you, Park Jimin? My face feels a bit oily and hurry up and wash my face. I shave, then rinse again. Now, I eat breakfast of cereal then intensely brush my teeth. Gargling then spitting out. I fill up my water bottle, ready to face school.

The cold breeze literally brushes my hair up. The whiff of freezing cold air goes through my sweater. A chill runs up my spine, goosebumps start to form. My face feels numb and dry now. "God damn it . . .". I feel a tap on my shoulder to see Namjoon with his dimple showing while smiling.

"Namjoon?" I smile back at him. "Looks like I have a ton of school work to do".

"No kidding," he chuckles lowly and pushes me through the crowd of swarming students. Ah, college. I ing hate it. It's not even a University. I mean I don't even have money on me right now either. My eyes already b with tears. It's too stressful to even live now. What happened to me?

The professor who has a lot of faith in me sighs as I walk in. Like specifically at me. I furrow my brows. "What's wrong, sir?"

"Jungkook, your grades. . .all of your classes . . .you're failing".

"W-what?" In college, there is no such thing as turning in late work. You do your work and turn it in when it's due. It's that simple, but for me . . .I don't even have time. "Damn. There's nothing . . .I--I can do?!"

"That means you have to make up the classes on your break or you'll be taking freshmen year again," Mr. Professor sighs at me, I didn't know his name to be honest. I haven't been at school for awhile. "I know you've been sick  . . .but this is the adult world. You'll barely pass your classes". 

"I know. B-but I'll try!!" My cheeks flush in anger, why?! I worked so hard, but then I realize. I forgot about to worry about things like this.                                                     

I didn't know why but it hurts but I really spend a lot of time trying to get all my together. I know very well that I didn't have that much sleep. I strive for being smart and seek attention for my talents. I wanted my mom to be proud of me. Heh, look what happened now. All that time, all alone, myself studying. My life changed. My whole viewpoint change. I'm not who I am anymore. It's not that I change, maybe. Just maybe I'm always like this. I have something to live for and be happy with. Happiness was always temperary, but when I'm with him . . .it's always there. Within his eye smile, within his snorts, within his words. Happiness. My life was nothing but gray. No flavors. No colors. Just dark and alone. Among a crowd, I feel distance and is