Like A Doll

Like a Doll

She is a like a doll… So beautiful… Absolutely elegant…

Her pale smoothed skin face…

Soft pink cheeks…

Black long eyelashes…

Round brightly shimmering eyes…

Perfectly small structured nose…

Well define cheekbones…

Smooth wavy light brown hair…

Maybe she is a doll…

Created by my mother, both a plastic surgeon and doll maker…

To make me happy to have a beautiful wife…

…Or suffer because of it…

How I hate Barbie dolls and plastics

An original story line by Park RyeoNa

Casting Kim JunSu of Dong Bang Shin Ki, Jang RiIn and Kim TaeYeon of So Nyuh Shi Dae

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Chapter One: Girlfriend?

Kim JunSu’s perspective

“Junnie honey, good morning.” My mother greeted me as I stepped in the large spacious dining room. I was both shock and afraid to see my own mother smiling at the dining table so early in the morning. In fact I was about to run out of the mansion declaring that it is the end of the world. However the aroma of breakfast pulled me in and stopped my legs from escaping. She gestured me to sit down at my usual dining spot. I obeyed and comfortably sat down as she continued to smile. Her smile scared me. My omma is very pretty despite her old age and I agreed her smile is sweet but this is morning for goodness’ sake. My mother is not a morning person yet she’s beaming! Something must be up, something really important. Her smile was still glued on her small pretty face as she ate her food. I looked down at my own plate and surprised to see my favorite breakfast. American style breakfast is my favorite ever since omma took me to U.S.A. for one of her work businesses. She was both an accomplished plastic surgeon and talented doll maker. Due to her work she rarely eat breakfast with me, she’s always at her doctor’s office or the doll room. I looked up to stare at my omma, who was chewing on her food.

“Omma, did someone died?” I blurted out which caused her to choke. She tapped on her chest as she coughed. I patted her back to comfort her, I should have warned her before I asked. Her hand reached for her glass and she drank it all down. Her eyes were watery when she stared confusingly at me. She coughed too much and her tears made her eyes sparkled more than ever.

“No Junnie honey, no one died. What made you think that?” She asked back. Her tone was full of concern and care. Her still glittering eyes were saying the same. I merely shook my head to side and smiled at her. That, I noticed, eased her. We carried on eating our meal in silent until I spoke. There must be something she wanted to tell me. I’m sure of it.

“Omma, are you going to ask or tell me something? If there’s nothing, I’ll be leaving in ten minutes.” I chewed my food as I glanced at my watch. The Dong Bang Boys should arrive by then and we all can go to college. My breakfast was half way finished as I looked at omma who kept a calm face as she masticated her food. She swallowed her food before uttering a word.

“Well… I was going to ask… You are old enough now… Do you… Junnie, do you…” She hesitated to tell her own son. How could this woman be a plastic surgeon? It’s sometimes amazed me to have a mother as beautiful, talented and intelligent as her. However at times like this she kind of annoying. It’s like having a dongsaeng instead of an omma. I called out her name indicating to hurry. Finally, she blurted it out. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

This time, it’s my turn to choke. I almost devoured a toast before chewing it. I coughed so hard that my chest hurts. My eyes felt wet too. Why the all of a sudden she is interest in my social life? “What?” I managed to croak out as soon as I stopped coughing. Omma smiled at me but her smile was a shy one. I bit my bottom lip as I shamelessly shook my head to side to side. Despite my good looks and status, I’m still single. It’s not like I hate girls or dating, it’s just that, there is not a single decent girl in college. Girls these days only care about their looks. Omma should know that since half of her clients are my classmates. Some are also gold diggers too. I hate fake and plastics girls. No wonder I’m still single. I sighed at that fact.

However omma was now beaming. She smile was wider than before. “You don’t have anyone in mind? Like a girl you have a crush on?” This time I felt blood rushing to my face, burning my cheeks. Her voice was colored with eagerness. Eyes were piercing into mine. I do have someone in mind. She has the same vocal class as me. She does not focus much on her appearances but she always managed to look both cute and pretty. My college is not exactly for smart people, it’s full of people who have talent in art, movie, dancing and music. I’m majoring in music, mainly vocal. “Well do you?”

I came back to reality as soon she asked me. I shook my head once again. My cheeks were still blazing. I know I shouldn’t be lying to my omma but this is my social life. Parents aren’t supposed to know your social life; at least that is what I heard. “I have to go omma. I’m going to be late.” I quickly stood up and kissed her cheek. It’s something I do every morning ever since I was five. In fact she forced me to do this ritual every morning.

“Come home early today. I have something to share with you.” I could barely hear her as I rushed out from the doors and walked to the gates of the mansion. My hands patted my cheeks to let blood flow away. I could not let the Dong Bang Boys see me like this. As I reached the gate, I heard an engine roaring softly. Just as I suspected a red Porsche was right there waiting for me. I grinned as I opened the passenger door revealing all four Kingka of the college. I’m the ‘cute’ Kingka. I stole that title from ChangMin. Lucky me he does not complain about it.

“Morning hyung.” Little ChangMin greeted me as I sat down next to him. He is the ‘intelligent’ Kingka; he didn’t want us to call him ‘smart’ so we used ‘intelligent’. That is why he doesn’t protest. After that I was greeted by JaeJoong hyung who sat subsequently to ChangMin. JaeJoong hyung is the ‘pretty’ Kingka; so far he is the prettiest student in college, even the ones who had plastic surgery are not pretty enough to beat JaeJoong hyung natural looks. YunHo hyung waved his hand at me as he was in front of me. YunHo hyung is the leader and the ‘manly’ Kingka; more than half of the students are his fans, even the guys admired YunHo hyung. I smiled seeing YooChun hyung in the driver’s seat looking at the side mirror, combing his hair. YooChun hyung is the ‘flirty’ Kingka; he dated half of the female students. He said he is trying to find his soul mate. I think he is just bored. Music majors don’t do much in our college. YooChun hyung then threw the comb back to JaeJoong hyung.

“Ready to go?” YooChun asked as we all yell. We are always hyper in the morning, don’t know why though, maybe it’s just fun hanging out with friends. YunHo hyung turned the radio on as YooChun hyung drove his Porsche. We talked about JaeJoong’s girlfriend whose named is unknown since JaeJoong hyung refuses to tell us. He talked about their date last night. I wasn’t paying attention. My mind focused on what omma said.

‘Come home early today. I have something to share with you.’ Those were her exact words. Her smile flashed in my mind as I tried to guess what is the ‘something’. I came to the conclusion that she wanted to talk about my social life again and show me something with reference to the topic. It couldn’t be a human being since she said ‘something’. Maybe it is a book full of pictures of single girls. I chuckled at that thought and from the corner of my eye, I saw ChangMin giving me a weird look. I immediately straighten myself and looked outside the window. By the view of the neighborhood, we were near the college’s grounds. My mind continued to wonder as the other Dong Bang Boys threaten to kill JaeJoong hyung to spill the beans about his girlfriend. I still couldn’t find the reason for my mother’s sudden interest in my life. My mind just went blank at that subject. Wonder if she is sick? Or just plain bored? So many possibilities popped out but which one is it?

“Yah JunSu. Why are you so quiet?” A bass voice called my name. That broke my frustrated thoughts. My gaze moved away from the window to the front and I saw YooChun glancing at me. Now I’m debating with myself whether to tell them or not. If I don’t tell them, I could end up with JaeJoong hyung. Before I could open my mouth to speak, a smirk formed on his face. “Were you thinking of her?” His deep voice emphasized the word ‘her’. It made my cheeks blazing again. Now not only YooChun but also the rest of the Dong Bang Boys were smirking; well except ChangMin, he was laughing at my crimson face.

“Shut up and drive YooChun!” I shouted but that didn’t help the situation at all. They all laughed at me now. I let out a sighed of frustration and decided to ignore them by looking outside through the window once again. Having friends who know your love life is horrible. As I take noticed of the outside view, I was surprise; we arrived on campus already. YooChun stylishly drove the red vehicle through the campus to the usual parking spot. I grinned as I noted the other students were staring at the car. As YooChun finally parked and killed the engine, I grabbed my bag and opened the door. One by one, we all got out. The first sound I heard was squealing. Our fan girls greeted us again today; couldn’t they just say ‘good morning’ like normal humans? All we could do was smile at them and wave; if we ignored them, they might do something unthinkable to get our attentions. YooChun however decided to threw kisses. I hope no one faints. The last time someone fainted, we were called to the principle’s office. It was an embarrassing thing to admit that we made three girls fainted just by smiling at them directly. We even got punished because the principle thought we were lying.

“Okay crew, see you in vocal class.” YunHo made a peace sign before leaving us. We waved goodbye at him as he walked to his locker. YooChun hyung then bid his goodbye and walked the direction opposite to YunHo hyung. His Piano class was early that day and he needed to rush. That leaves only ChangMin, JaeJoong hyung and me. JaeJoong hyung doesn’t have classes that morning so he decided to hang around at the D Building; D stands for dancing. ChangMin and I had Calculus together so we headed to class after we got our books from our lockers. The only class that we all had at the same time is vocal class. Our majors sure separate us.

“Hyung, one o’clock.” I heard ChangMin whispered as we headed to our Calculus class. I turned to where he mentioned and unexpectedly my palms started to sweat, my cheeks once again felt scorching and my heartbeats were accelerating. There she was, just a few meters away from me, looking at the notice board and appeared pretty as ever. I heard ChangMin chuckling. I turned to glared at him. “Hyung, be a man and ask her out already.” With that he just laughed more.

How I wish to hurt him…