The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

Chapter 1: I Need U

I dreamt about my funeral again last night.

It was always the same thing: a cold forest, tons of people and snow. But every time I see my corpse, I remember a different memory. Last night it was about a shopping cart, I think there was one about camping in the woods with my parents, another time I was at the beach celebrating my birthday, and so on. I couldn't possibly remember all of them even if I tried.

 And in every dream, funeral-me died a different way. This time it was a glass shard, a few days ago funeral-me was hanged and once there was even a lake in the forest where funeral-me drowned. In that dream, I didn't even get to see a memory, because, in every dream, I always found a way to see my reflection.

And the second I see my reflection, the dream ends.

 And I had been having those dreams since my parents disappeared. I've been living alone with my batty grandmother who barely gets up from her bed. All I see her do is eat the porridge I make for her every morning, then mutters incoherent nonsense under her breath when I leave for school.

No one knew about my weird dreams in school because I didn't have any friends and everyone ignores me. I work several part-time jobs to pay the house rent and barely had time to do anything else, which includes socialising.

But this time, there was something unusual in the dream.

The memory in the dream never happened.

I never got into trouble with the police before, nor was I ever friends with anyone when I was around the age of...eighteen? Possibly then, yes. But the unsettling fact was that

That would be two years in the future. I never had that memory.

Scratching my head in confusion, I went to make breakfast with the little food there was in the refrigerator, then went to feed my grandmother her porridge. She looked weaker than usual; usually, her facial muscles would strain and tauten to form a smile but today they were limp. I bade her goodbye and left for school. My grandmother's house was far from my school but I didn't have enough money to spare for a bus ticket. I walked an agonising few miles to school in my thin hoodie and jeans. I quietly entered my classroom and sat down, not saying anything as per normal.

When the first lesson was about to start, the teacher came into the classroom, followed by seven boys. All the girls in the class, except for me, screamed and some of the boys even started clapping and cheering. I stayed in my seat, eyeing them with interest. They, I admitted to myself, looked okay...fine they look good, especially the guy on the left, the third guy from the left, the one in the middle, the one that was smiling like crazy, the one that was holding a jam jar, which I thought was weird until I saw another guy trying to snatch it, who was also quite good looking and finally also the guy who kept doing gang signs for no reason.

In short, all of them looked good. No lie.

Then the one holding the jam jar spoke, "Hello, we're your new classmates. I'm Namjoon, he's Seokjin, he's Yoongi, he's Hoseok, he's Jimin, he's Taehyung and he's Jungkook."

They sat down in their corner at the back of the classroom. The rest of the lessons continued with nothing more exciting than their entrance, then it was lunch. I stayed in the classroom; that was how I avoided the bullies who used to take my money every lunchtime for a while before I started staying in the classroom. Most classrooms have a teacher around so they wouldn't dare get at me. Which was good because I didn't have much money left after so much of it already got taken away by them for a month.

Nearby, the seven boys were still chatting in their seats, unaware that the class ended. I nervously edged closer to hear their conversation.

"...I'm already starting to hate this place," the gang-sign guy drawled.