Seven Things I Hate About You

0.3 | Sunshine

I hate the way you smile at me

When she moved again, it was the second year of high school. Then she saw him. He was the very definition of sunshine. Always happy and smiling. She hated it. She had always loved the dark because she had been left there. So she hated him.

It didn't stop him from trying to befriend her, despite the fact that she didn't talk. Inside she raged about how good he seemed to be, how full of love and hope. No one could be that happy.

Hoseok saw the solemn girl the second she set foot in his class. He was determined to see her smile. He wanted it, he was consumed by it. Because who didn't smile? Every person he met, every single step, he was met with smiles, love, hope. He spread it contagiously, like his ray of sunshine was a virus.

And he couldn't fathom how someone could be in his presence and be sad. So he made it his priority. He talked to her, though she didn't talk back, he cracked jokes, but she never laughed. 'How? How could she be so sad?' He was determined to fix her. But how could the boy full of light fix a girl born of darkness?

He couldn't. He tried to make her smile, talk, laugh, then when she didn't, he just smiled at her, hoping one day she would mirror it. He rapped sometimes when he'd walk with her. He got applause from everyone but her.

He never stopped to think that he was annoying her, he never thought that he'd be her next victim. But everyone who tries to fix the unfixable just digs their own grave, deeper and deeper and deeper.

He walked with her always through out the year, smiling, always smiling, and laughing. It became the talk of the school, the two opposites, light and darkness, always together. It made her furious, that she was known as his shadow. She didn't want that, she never did.

So she smiled for him, for the first time, hearing Hoseok's gasp of surprise as she did so. He didn't see the malicious intent behind it, that the smile was not a smile but a smirk. Hoseok shadowed her still, wanting her to keep smiling, to be happy, to feel loved. She didn't want it.

If there was anything that she loved, it was art, so Hoseok followed her to the art room, watched, always smiling, as she painted, big brilliant flowers, violets and red poppies. He watched in awe, and she smirked, back turned. She decided that this would be his fate.

She disappeared that year, leaving behind the memory of a dark girl, and the body of a smiling boy, ripped skin, left sprawled on the floor, red carnations on the paper, painted in his blood and a single v.