Hello there!

I’ve been keeping this plot in my mind for a million years already.

I now have the courage to show my writing skills! Kekekeke. ^^

Sorry if my grammars and the way I write is bad. This story is my first story ever written, and plus, English is not my native language.

Yeah, anyways.. Just enjoy, guys!

Tteokbokki Love starring:

• You (Kang -------)
• Kim Myungsoo a.k.a. L
• Kim Seyong

PLEASE NO PLAGIARIZING. Thank you.

© 2011 by mysmalleyes. All rights reserve.

Characters:

You(Kang --------):

• Simple and an average girl. Likes Pororo and cooking a lot. Works at her grandmother’s Tteokbokki shop. Doesn’t say anything when she’s mad. Does a lot of aegyo. She can be very annoying and hateful but she has a soft heart for those people who are hurt. She likes pinching anyone.

Kim Myungsoo:

• President of World Hotel. Very clean, or let us say, he’s has this OCD disorder. A serious type guy.  Doesn’t laugh a lot and is sarcastic sometimes. Work is his first priority in life. Very good looking and doesn’t give a damn about love.

 Kim Seyong:

• Our buddy since you were 10. Grew up with you and your grandmother. Bubbly and playful. Good looking. Has a buring red hair. Likes to stick with you around like a lizard. Protective. Can cook very well and works with you.

 Kim Myungjong:

     -  Kim Myungsoo's younger brother. Likes to draw and paint. Very sarcastic and down-to-earth. Calm and elegant. Sometimes, he could be a spoiled brat. Never did he played with a girl's heart after the girl he liked chose her brother over him.

Minor characters will be presented at the story. When they come out, I’ll give a few bio about them.

Plot:

Ever since you were a kid, you like cooking.

Until you grew up as a pretty girl, you still cook along with your best friend- Seyong.

You peacefully lived your life with yourgrandmother and Seyong.

With your grandmother’s very popular Tteokbeokki recipe, everything is good.

Not until World Hotel’s very own Kim Myungsoo showed up to ask for the recipe.

“I won’t give you the recipe. It’s my grandmother’s.”

“But your grandmom agreed.”

“No.”

“Even if I kiss you?”

“…”