Snow White and the Huntsman
Side Story 2 - Her Story
I learned how to live alone from a young age. No, I had no choice but to learn it.
As the daughter of a wealthy family with an art critic father and a painter mother, I was raised with the mindset that I should not harm the reputations of both of them.
I received gifted education from the age of 5, and from the age of 7, my path was set to a famous art university.
Only after mastering several languages and having several teachers in our home did I enter middle school.
Even my middle school was prestigious and renowned. In middle school, I was busy attending various competitions and exhibitions, and I was looking for a prestigious private high school (I didn't enroll in an arts high school because my grades were good, so I got a lot of recommendations and went to an arts high school).
I ended up going to the same high school as Hwang Min-hyun.
There, I always looked over my shoulder,
박 수영
"Hello, guys!"
He greeted everyone with a smile.
Really, everyone.
The paint on my painting was spotty and uneven. It was a combination I really didn't like.
My parents haven't been home for days, and art books piled up in the large space. Paintings, frames, sketches.
박 수영
"..Shit."
That was really fucking annoying.
I didn't like it. The cold air filling my lungs, and the feeling of being alone and having no one to fill that lonely place.
If it's a small room, wouldn't it be filled with the warmth of family? Wouldn't someone fill me?
The bleak house felt like a prison.
This place of mine that others envy,
It was an isolated island.
박 수영
"Did you say your name was Minhyun?"
When we first met, I didn't like Hwang Min-hyun, who nodded his head hesitantly and said, "Ugh."
I didn't really want to have a superficial relationship with friends, and I treated people with a certain level of respect.
When blood started to trickle out from the painful wounds, it was too difficult to bear alone.
I wanted someone to be by my side, but everyone was running while I was falling, and there was no one who silently supported me.
황 민현
"Is something wrong?"
You were the only one left.
I was selfish.
박 수영
"are you okay!"
I got through every situation with a smile.
I could easily tell that Hwang Min-hyun liked me. I knew how difficult this world was, so I was quick to notice things.
So I wanted to distance myself. With this dirty, quick-witted look, I gave you hope, and I couldn't even give up.
But I can't even reach it.
I wanted someone who would be on my side, even though I felt sorry.
You don't even deserve to ask for forgiveness.
Our starting points diverged. I had no desire to be friends, but I gradually leaned on you. Without a shred of selfishness.
You knew something else, but I did it.
박 수영
"..annoyingly."
Why are you so naive that you get caught by someone like me?
I wish I was a little bit worse.
You are more mature than me, and I am much younger than you.
I hated myself so much for being so mean.
He turned away from the article, saying he would submit a few paintings to the exhibition and walk home alone.
Turning my back and looking at the road, I remembered a painting I had once seen called Death by an Unknown Artist.
It wasn't blood red, nor was it dark gray either.
It was a comfortable and quite nice-looking place, after death, that is.
I unconsciously walked towards the crosswalk.
and,
I felt my body being thrown away.
My red checked shirt fell from around my waist, obscuring my vision.
Should I take a short break?
It was comfortable, if only temporarily.
박 수영
"I am not a psychopath!"
When I opened my eyes, I was in a mental hospital. The house I drew was showing signs of emotional instability.
I laughed out loud. Emotional instability? There's no way I'm that kind of idiot. Whenever I say my thoughts are art, I always say things like, "I have no backbone." How much has changed since then!
A red checkered shirt dangled from the ring tray, tickling my eyes and touching the numerous needles stuck in my wrists.
At the perfect timing, Hwang Min-hyun passed by my hospital room, looking at me with pity in his eyes.
박 수영
"..You can't ignore me."
I pulled out the needle and threw it away, ignoring the blood dripping down and staining my shirt.
박 수영
"I'm not mentally ill."
So don't pity me.
A boring day passed, just staring out the small window.
Days passed, seasons passed, and I made several escape attempts, but they wouldn't let me out.
Then, on a rainy day, I saw you under a building giving my lost checked shirt to a girl.
While my arms and heart were rotting away, you laughed with someone other than me.
I decided to be a bad person again.
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작가(?)
After this, Suyeong passes by the convenience store where Yeoju works several times. Of course, she repeatedly runs away and gets caught.
작가(?)
And then he intentionally appeared in front of the female lead and flirted with Min-hyun))
작가(?)
But Sooyoung isn't a bad character.. Because I like Red Velvet...♡ As expected, there's still a side story and the true ending left ♡ And if I may give you a spoiler, there will be a sequel (sob) It's a secret when it will come out☆