Vibrant colors flashed as I walked down the street with my friends. My right arm was linked with Yoon and my left with Eunji. The sound of car engines and voices filled my ears as the smell of food made my mouth water. The urban town around our school was filled with many activities and delicacies. The perfect place for hanging out.

Well almost. 

Remember when I said that being pretty might not be so bad? I take that statement back.

If you thought that my school acted weird, then the outside strangers would be a larger shock.

As the students were used to my face, their reactions to my visuals was minimal. Well, not minimal compared to my old face but compared to how everyone else was. After stepping outside, I realized the seriousness of my situation. 

To demonstrate my problem, I shall compare the scenario to a film. When I was younger, I watched a movie called 200 Pounds of Beauty, the premise about a women who undergoes full-body plastic surgery to become beautiful [side note: the movie is a commentary on shallowness and looks]. Although my transformation was not as extreme, it could be said that my situation is similar. One of the scenes in the movie really reminded me of what was happening right now. It's the scene where the newly beautiful female lead walks down the streets. All the people around her vicinity would go crazy, the rider falling from his bike, the men getting nosebleeds, people spilling their drinks and awe, and other weird reactions. Though mine wasn't as extreme, the point was still the same.

"This is so weird," Eunji whispered in my ear. "Everyone is staring at you, it's like you're a celebrity!"

I sighed, failing miserably to cover my face with my hands. "Don't look at them and just keep walking." 

"Good idea."

I walked faster towards our destination. Minha and Yoon followed my pace, knowing how uncomfortable I was. 

The attention was really getting out of hand. 

Suddenly, shrieking laughter filled my ears and I turned to see Eunji in hysterics. Tears brimmed up in her eyes before cascading down her cheeks. Her hands clenched against her stomach as she leaned forward. "Oh my god, did you guys see that?"

"See what?"

"T-that p-person," she began, trying to muster words between her laughter. She pointed towards the right direction. "He was staring at Minha intensely before hitting a pole. He literally fell to the ground."

Oh my god. She had to be kidding. 

But sure enough, when I looked at where she was pointing there was literally a guy on the ground. And to nobodies surprise, right in front of his body was a pole. 

Yoon chuckled. "It reminds me of those cliche scene from the movies."

"It does! That's why i'm dying right now. I feel like I've stepped into a film." Eunji whipped the tears with her hand. "Oh man, that was so funny."

She giggled. "Can't believe that happened in real life."

Me neither. 

I shook my head. "Everyone is seriously over-exaggerating about my looks. My faith in humanity was already declining and now it's at the pit bottom. Why are they acting so crazy?"

"Really? Well, I love it," Eunji sang. "Your misery makes my life much more interesting."

My mouth opened in shock. "You are a terrible human being. I can't believe we're friends."

"The bestest of friends," she corrected. She hugged my arm and sent me a wink. I couldn't help but smile. Eunji had the type of smile that one could not ignore and stay mad at. Well - unless you were Yoon. 

Yoon glanced over at Eunji. "You know bestest isn't a word right?"

There was a pause of silence.

"Hm?" She said while placing her hand around her ear. "What was that? I think I hear a smart-ass talking." 

I chuckled. The two were like the modern Tom and Jerry, always fighting with each other. 

"I can't deal with you," Yoon mumbled.

"Whatever smart-ass," Eunji replied.

The happy smile on my face lingered. For a moment, I'd forgotten about the external chaos happening all around me. When I thought about it, without these two, would I have been able to stay sane throughout the day? 

Definitely not.

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I would've never expected for the past three hours to have turned out this way. To think that five different people asked for my number in that short span was crazy. And these were only the men who had the courage to ask me out! 

When it came to rejection, Yoon was great help. He sent the boys his death glare, a signal to leave or else he'd kill them. This made them believe that Yoon and I were dating and they all apologized before leaving. We all didn't bother to fix the misunderstanding as it was the easiest method of being left alone.

But contrary to what I had expected, pity lingered in my chest. They all seemed genuinely nice, despite their intentions.

The most surprising thing about my visuals was that the Dokbokki experience was different. The ahjumma (old lady) who served us offered large amounts of food, much more than the tables around us. If it was only one dish that was plentiful then I wouldn't have noticed, but the egg soup, the rice balls, and the Dokbokki itself was extra large. It was too much of a coincidence. 

She gave us extra food just because I was pretty. No complaints came from me though. It was more bang for my buck.

The people sitting beside of us eyed our food with envy. 

Anyhow, after hanging out with my friends, I quickly left to go home. Exhausted was too weak to describe the state of my body and mentality. I needed a rest. 

Currently, I was living with my parents and younger brother on the 16th floor of our apartment. 

When I entered my house, I was greeted with loud commentary from the television. My mother was watching a variety show. Since she was too immersed with her program, I knew she wouldn't bother to pay attention to me. Despite this, I decided to greet her out of respect.

"Hello mom." Just as I had expected, she didn't bother to turn her head or move her vision from the screen. 

After I took off my shoes, I walked towards my room. On my way, I crossed paths with my brother, Eun-tak, who was probably going to the kitchen to search for food. Despite being younger, the fourteen year old kid was hovering over me. It was a pity that all the height went to him.

We made eye-contact, acknowledging each other existed, before separating. 

This was the unfortunate relationship between us. Believe it or not, the two of us used to be close when we were younger but everything changed once puberty hit that fucker. My beautiful, baby Eun-tak turned into a stinky pre-teen. I wondered if all sibling relationships were like this.

As soon as I arrived at the comforts of my room, I jumped on top of my bed, cuddling with the bed sheets. The smell of fresh laundry filled my nose as the soft texture hugged my skin. The fluffiness of the sheets made me feel like I was on a cloud - so free and happy.

And finally, I could relax.