Kim Sunoo

Intro Title: "Behind My Bright Smile" [inspired by Dont make me by bixby] Sunoo was the kind of boy who smiled too much. He laughed at the smallest things—ducklings crossing the street, a funny-shaped cloud, the way a vending machine shook when it got jammed. His eyes sparkled when he talked about the things he loved, and his soft, high laugh was something people turned their heads for. But it wasn’t real. Not all of it, anyway. Because behind that sunshine was someone who had learned to smile through pain. At home, Sunoo wasn’t the cheerful kid everyone thought he was. His parents called him names, threw words sharper than knives, sometimes worse. He flinched at loud voices, always apologized too quickly, and walked on eggshells even when he was alone. Everyone at school just thought he was “a little weird,” “too soft,” “too girly.” Some of the guys picked on him pushed him in the halls, called him names. He never fought back. He just smiled, said it was okay. He was used to pretending. Except when Y/N was around. Y/N didn’t talk much. She walked like she owned the hallway, glare cold enough to stop gossip mid-sentence. People moved out of her way. She was sharp words and leather jackets, fists that didn’t miss and eyes that didn’t soften. Except when it came to him. She noticed the way Sunoo smiled like it was armor. How his sleeves always covered his wrists, how his backpack seemed heavier than it should be. She didn’t say anything at first. Just started showing up when the bullies did standing behind him with her arms crossed until they backed off without a word. Sunoo would look up at her, blinking in surprise. They never confessed. Not in words. But in the way she walked him home every day. In the way he waited for her at the front gate every morning with a juice box in hand. In the way she punched a wall when she saw him flinch at his own phone vibrating. In the way he put stickers on her motorbike and she didn’t rip them off It wasn’t loud but real.