The sun is shining so bright today, I can swear it'll be a good day. I make my way slowly to my closet, picking up an outfit to wear, though I have billions of clothes, I still can't decide what to dress with, it's stressing. 

"Y/N your phone is ringing!" My little sister is screaming from downstairs, half I panic, she has these sick times when she bursts inside the room, leaving the door wide open. I just can't understand her, though I think I have talked to her about it multiple times now, she still doesn't get it.

"I'll be down in a sec!" I respond, panicking even more because the outfit In my mind to wear literally has been changed to another one. As I threw clothes everywhere, trying to find my shirt she opens the door and hands me the phone. 

"Umm.. thanks?" I responded once again, what was more weird is that she entered like "Who cares if she's getting dressed or not?" 

 

"Oh it's Tae!" I quickly answer, not wasting more time.

 

"Tae! I was expecting you to call" we are supposed to go see a movie, now I hope the plans aren't canceled.

 

"Una!!" Yup, that's how he calls me, and believe it or not, it annoys me too much.

"I called to say that I'll be there in about 10 minutes so you have to hurry up if you're still dressing yourself up" and once again, Kim Taehyung sees right through every move I make, even if we are miles apart.

 

 

The only problem is.. this happened 4 years ago.

 

Because this was the last time I heard his voice, his deep but raspy voice. Nothing was the same after his death, the car accident that happened... everything, I thought that it was a good joke, that people these days are making, but it wasn't..I had to live with the thought of him being gone, and what it hurts the most is that he made that accident, he wanted it to happen..

 

It's 2017 now. I'm in my last year of high school, then god knows what's going to happen next. All I know is that we have an new student coming tomorrow. It has been the most terrifying thing in my whole life, and to be honest... I don't think I'll ever get over it. My best friend, my childhood buddy, gone..

 

 

Next Day - Monday 7:00

 

We begin at 8:30 but I always wake up earlier, because I need, firstly time to wake up, which to be honest I don't even want to. Half the time I have left I spend it talking to my friends, of course we can use our phones in classroom, I mean if we want detention... which for some it's not a big deal.

 

"I'm off to school, call me if anything happens!" I shout, the rest of the family at the table, finishing up breakfast while I only took a slice of bread and shoved it into my mouth. 

 

Buzz~~ Message from 'Irene'

 

"Irene?"

 

-   "Hyuna!!!!! The new classmate is coming today, like I'm happy you know?!?"

 

-   "But you don't talk to people that much... or are you happy cause it might be a guy and we don't know?"

 

-    "Ha? Nah nah, I don't care!"

 

-    "You don't say.. well I'll be at school in 5"

 

-    "Hurry!! I cannot live without you"

 

-    "Ok ok. Bye!"

 

___

 

This girl, seriously. We have been friends for ages now, she's the one person I always come back to. 

In those minutes I talked to her I looked out the window realizing I was already at school. Time passes by so fast I swear.

 

"Hyuna!" And as I was expecting, she was waiting for me. What would I do without her? What would you do without your best friend?

 

"Geez girl, you didn't have to wait for me, it must've been boring" I smile as I hug her tight.

 

"Be a little bit more grateful that I waited for you! I could've just went inside" she spit to my face making me burst out laughing. She's such a child, but when she's angry, good lord, she's scarier than the devil itself.

 

As we walk along others, we stumble across our classroom, math, first of all, I hate it, second of all, how come some people actually get it? Like 'Maths' how?!

 

"Good morning Mr Park" yup, Jimin's father is our math teacher, if you don't know who Jimin is, he is the smart kid and the one good at sports. 

 

To be honest I wouldn't resist if one of my parents were to be here working as a teacher. 

 

Plus, Jimin never talks to me, or anyone else. Only his 'hyungs' SeokJin, Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi.

 

"So any ideas how the new student will look like?!" Irene begins again. Why does image always have to? It's a little annoying, and so by the time I was about to respond to her the teacher came in. Wow, great.

 

"Good morning everyone, please sit down" and we did as Jimin's father said. To be honest, if me and him would've been friends I would so much about it.

 

"Today we have a new student joining your class. He came all the way from Daegu" 

 

"You can come in now!" The teacher shouted, so the door opened, revealing a boy. 

 

 

 

"H-Huh...?"