Recipe 3

I opened the notebook and, on the first 10 pages, used a ruler to draw multiple horizontal lines and three straight lines.

Three columns. Two small, one big. On top, I wrote “Name”, “Pastry”, and “Product Description”.

In the smallest column, I wrote:

Choi Siwon

In the second, slightly bigger column, I wrote:

Honey Buns.

In the last column, I wrote:

Slick on the outside. Sweet on the inside. Sick in the core.

Yes. Now to me, every boy is just a product. Just a pastry. Every time you finish trying and you don’t like it, you can throw it away.

Yes, this Love Bakery was full of boys.

My eyes narrowed.

Every boy is a pastry. From now on, there is no thing such as love.

(kpopandvarietylover: OMG, evil Sooyoung!)

I tapped my chin thoughtfully. Who should be my first treat in my love bakery?

When I woke up on Monday, I felt terribly nervous. I cautiously put on one of the outfits Sica had given me.

It was the simplest one. I didn’t want to change TOO much. It was a navy tank top and a white skirt with turquoise and orange at the top.

It was still better than my normal sloppy sweats.

I applied the concealer and foundation, feeling very self-conscious.

I shakily put on one of the new shoes Sica gave me. Feeling very awkward. I looked like this.

As I slowly crept down the stairs, I heard my mother chatting away on the phone.

My parents were both rich businessmen, so we lived in a huge house. I don’t use my allowance though. I am going to save it to buy something big.

Right now I’ve 800 thousand! Impressive, huh? You can say I’m stingy. You can say I’m ripping off Jessica. She’s richer than me! Her family is the employers of my parents. They work for the business of Mr. and Mrs. Jung.

“Good morning, de—“Yoona drawled but stopped. She looked me up and down, mouth open.

“Looking good, sister,” she smirked, regaining her composure. Her eyes were murderous.

“Morning, de--, Sooyoung, you look fabulous!” mother squealed.

I smiled faintly. Clothes can’t hide my pain. Not yet.

At school, I met up with Sica and Sunny. They grinned when they saw me. Sica gave me a thumbs up.

“Looking good,” Sica smirked. Sunny moved behind me. She always liked to walk behind.

“My, my, look’s who here!” a snooty voice drawled. I stiffened.

Shin Hye Jeong. The Queenka of the school. Hates my guts. She walked towards me slowly.

“Looking sloppy as us—“she started. Sunny moved out of the way.

I turned around and her jaw dropped.

“How could you be decent-looking?” she hissed.

“Decent-looking? I think she looks hot,” a voice said.

I turned and blushed furiously. It was Bang Yongguk, a kingka.

Hye Jeong’s jaw dropped.

“Fine,” she said icily. She and her minions stomped off.

“You alright? Hye Jeong’s being really y these days,” he wrinkled his nose.

“Is that why you broke it off with her?” I asked playfully. Well, my plan had to start sometime soon. Sica and Sunny were giggling at my start of transforming into a whole new girl.

He blushed. Did I just make the KINGKA BLUSH?

“Yeah, it is. I was talking to my sister and she said I was cheating on her! I mean, seriously?”

I nodded. I was being myself, yet I was talking to a KINGKA. Was people really that shallow as to only notice clothes? Not saying Yongguk is shallow, but…

I know I’m having a transformation, but only a slight one. I still need a hold of my nice self!

“Yeah, that’s absurd!” I replied. He smiled.

“What’s your name? I’ve been talking to you yet I still don’t know your name,” he said.

“Choi Sooyoung. You don’t need to introduce yourself. Everyone knows who you are,” I winked. He blushed again.

“Choi Sooyoung is the school’s best student ever! You look… different with what I saw on stage when you got awards,” he muttered.

I shrugged. Well, clothes help.

“Well, school smarty, mind giving me your number?” he asked.

Sica and Sunny were giggling loudly in the background and was making lovey-dovey faces.

I suppressed my blush. TRANSFORMATION, girl.

I gave him my number and we bid goodbye.

When he walked away, I exhaled. Sica and Sunny ran over and congratulated me.

“OMG, you did it! AND IT WAS A KINGKA!” Sunny squealed.

My ears.

“Sooyoung, my clothes are WONDERFUL!” Sica exclaimed. Sigh, clothes again.

“Come on, it’s almost time for class!” I said.

“Hey, thought you were going through a transformation?” Sica yelled.

I turned, shrugged, and continued walking, backwards.

“Still have to be me!” I yelled.

They sighed and went after me.

If only I kept that promise.

A/N: YES I KNOW KIKWANG HASN'T EVEN APPEARED. HE WILL SOON.