..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

04 || Making The Best Fit

SEOKJIN & DYKEMA

TEN MONTHS AGO
Seokjin POV

"I apologize for staring again." I drop my head.

Dykema toys with the straw in her glass. "I understand. I still stare at you sometimes only I don't make it as noticeable."

"I mean, I just can't believe.. it's just hard to wrap my head around.."

"That I'm not Korean? Or that I'm black?"

My eyes shoot open staring at her in shock. "No! I didn't mean that at all! I meant because you are so beautiful."

I can't believe I blurted that out. Heat creeps across my cheeks and I avert my gaze to the table, our drinks, the floor, or anything other than the breathtaking woman seated in front of me.

My significant other.

Her voice is soft with curiosity. "You really aren't bothered by my race?"

"Should I be?"

"I just figured it may be a hang up for someone like you." Dykema pauses rethinking her statement when I raise my eyes to hers. "I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay. I get it. Tethering to each other surprised the both of us. I hope you aren't bothered by my appearance."

"You're handsome.. in a K-drama-guy-stepping-out-of-a-car/plastered-on-a-billboard kind of way. I'm okay with that."

I laugh at her remark. "So you are fine with spending the rest of our lives together?"

Her eyes roam over my face and hover my lips just a second longer than she would probably want me to notice. "I mean, yeah. Are you okay with being stuck with me?"

"Perfectly."

Our waitress brings our meals to the table and for a while we eat and talk about basic get to know you types of things. Dykema is not only gorgeous with her deep brown skin and adorable freckled nose, but she is also highly intelligent. She is currently on the path the becoming a lawyer.

"So what do you do for a living?" She asks as she finishes chewing a bite of pasta.

"I am a model."

Dykema laughs heartily at first but stops when she realizes I am serious. "Oh. Y-you really are a model?"

"Uhm, yeah. I began modeling at age seventeen."

"Anything I may have seen?"

My brows furrow. "No. Probably not."

"Oh."

The rest of our dinner is a bit awkward. Our interests only skim along the lines of what I believed significant others should and I start to wonder if the fates may have made a mistake for the first time in history.

As we exit the restaurant side by side, Dykema gasps. Right there across the street above a business entrance is my face on an ad for a clothing store. She missed seeing it somehow as we passed by before dinner.

"How in the hell did I not see that?" She blinks incredulously at my image as it fades from one pose to another and still another. Ironically, even the pose of me stepping from an old car was included.

"I didn't realize it was already out until we arrived at the restaurant. I only had that photoshoot a few weeks ago."

"You are beautiful."

Flustered doesn't begin to describe how I feel when I notice Dykema's eyes are no longer on the billboard but on me at her declaration. In all of my years as a model, nobody has ever looked directly at my face when commenting on my physical appearance.