Remember me, suga!
Open your eyes again and remember me as if nothing had happened.
Part 1. Remenber me, suga!
W. Kim Ganji
Ah, it's so fucking late. Yeoju said while chewing the Haribo in her mouth. Yeoju, who was looking down at the Haribo that was already empty, spat out a curse. Class 5-2, Min Yoongi's class with the bald eagle as its homeroom teacher, was the class that had the latest closing ceremony in the second year. Anyway, Min Yoongi had the wrong homeroom teacher, Yeoju muttered. After waiting for what felt like 20 minutes, Yeoju lifted her foot and looked out the classroom window. Min Yoongi, who noticed this like a ghost, smiled at Yeoju. What are you laughing at, you idiot. Yeoju muttered.
"Okay, okay! Dismissal!"
As soon as the bald eagle's voice from beyond the door ceased, a torrent of students poured out. Among them, the female protagonist, who saw Min Yoongi, who had been carrying his bag for a thousand years, hurled a curse at him.
"Hey you little shit, if you come out quickly, where will you get off?"
"Didn't you see the kids coming out? They got crushed to death."
"Ah~ I have to endure the pain of being crushed to death for my friend."
"Shit,"
It's true. The female protagonist muttered, spitting out the gum he was chewing in his mouth. "Do you want to go get some snacks?" The female protagonist looked at Yoongi, who was taking out his wallet while saying, "You're hungry," and fussed, "Wow, how did you know?" Yoongi, who had been nonchalantly accepting her fuss, said, "What do I not know, you punk?" and then suddenly stopped walking. "Why are you stopping?" The female protagonist looked at Yoongi strangely and said, "Ah, red light." She understood. The traffic light here is really slow. The female protagonist lamented.
Ding, the red light turned green, and as she watched Yoongi run by, saying, "Hey, want to bet?", Yeoju sensed something strange. Something large had fallen upon Min Yoongi. Yeoju's eyes opened abnormally wide. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The truck falling upon Min Yoongi, Min Yoongi just smiling brightly, the truck's horn, and...
bang!
After that, I don't remember much. I just remember that Min Yoongi's funeral ended quickly, the lady who was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe, and the warmth of the lady and the man who were comforting me as I blankly watched the funeral was different from Min Yoongi's. And that when I returned home, I was dying every single day.
Then one night, the female protagonist, who had been smiling bitterly at the crosswalk where Min Yoongi had been hit by a truck, opened her eyes wide. Min Yoongi's afterimage moved within her eyes. It felt like a dream. Min Yoongi's black hair moved strand by strand. It was an afterimage that could only be cut if it wasn't real. The female protagonist reached out and tried to grab the afterimage. Or, more precisely, the moment she tried to grab it,
"Huh!"
Yeoju took a deep breath. She grabbed her phone out of habit. 8:10... And July 21, 2015...? Yeoju rubbed her eyes. It was definitely September 6, 2015. No one was as meticulous about dates as Yeoju, who always had her phone in her hand. "I'm having these dreams sometimes." Yeoju sighed for a moment and then closed the curtains. "It's pretty real." She exclaimed, then saw the familiar back of his head. "That's Min Yoongi."
Is this not a dream?
.
This was a godsend. I had to go find you no matter what. If not, I had to die in your place. Kim Yeo-ju held a heavy bag. It seemed like it was the bag she had used in another world. She put on her shoes, crumpled them, and stormed out the front door. The school was five minutes away, so if she ran, it would only take two minutes. She didn't want to lose Min Yoongi any longer.
" after.. "
The female protagonist let out a sharp breath. She passed the school gate and looked at Min Yoongi, who was standing in front of the school gate. Just looking at him brought tears to her eyes. She took a deep breath and pretended as if nothing had happened.
"Hey, Min Yoongi!"
Min Yoongi, who was looking at the students passing by as if he was bored, suddenly turned his head at the loud noise.
"Hey, who said you go first?"
"Hey, over there."
Min Yoongi stuttered unresponsively.
" who are you? "
?
Huh, Yeoju Kim made a sound like the wind was falling. Is this a scenario where the damn new bastard doesn’t even remember me anymore? Kim Yeo-joo, who was laughing as if she had lost her mind, spoke to Min Yoongi, who was still looking at Kim Yeo-joo strangely.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I had a friend who looked exactly like you."
Yeoju Kim gritted her teeth inwardly. The friend who looked exactly like me was a total mess, Kim Yeo-joo cursed under her breath. Come on, you damn god. Let's see who wins. Yeoju Kim gripped the strap of her bag tightly.
Min Yoongi was a mysterious person. Sometimes he was like spring, and sometimes like fall. He was a person as diverse as the seasons that change throughout the year. So what was Min Yoongi's personality like? It was pathetic. It got to the point where even I, his friend who was nothing more than a testicle friend, could count the number of times I saw him smile on one hand. This kid probably greeted his mother when he was born. I never imagined a life without Min Yoongi. And then he suddenly died, you pathetic bastard. Anyway, his personality is really weird. Anyway, this is a story for me to tell so that Min Yoongi can remember me again.
Remember me, suga!