Secretly Dating A Supermodel

Part 7

Lalisa Pranpriya Manoban POV

I was gazing at my girl adoringly when someone suddenly draped their arm over my shoulder.

"Dude, stop staring at her like that. She might melt! You'll lose your girlfriend at this rate," they teased.

I rolled my eyes and pushed their hand away. "You're just jealous because you don’t have a love life."

They pouted dramatically. "That’s fine because, guess what? She doesn’t love you either," they said with a mischievous grin, sticking out their tongue.

"Ugh, go away already. What are you even doing here?" I asked, annoyed.

She laughed. "What, only you’re allowed to be here? FYI, this is a restaurant. It’s open to everyone!"

I sighed. My girl and I had just finished unpacking our things in the room, so I thought I’d treat her to a nice meal.

Jen was standing in line, frowning as she scanned the menu. Earlier, I joked about making her gain weight by ordering everything on the menu.

She smacked my shoulder and declared she’d choose our food instead. Apparently, she was worried I’d ruin her figure and jeopardize her career.

Honestly, I wouldn’t care if she gained weight or looked different. My feelings for her wouldn’t change. I’d support her no matter what, as long as she was happy.

"Go away already! My girlfriend might get jealous if she sees you," I told my friend.

She made a face. "Ew, dude. Don’t flatter yourself. We’re not even compatible—we’re both packing the same equipment."

I tossed a damp tissue at her. "Watch your mouth! Have some respect; we’re in a restaurant. Now leave before I lose my patience and actually punch you."

She stood up laughing, raising her hands like she was surrendering. "Okay, okay. I’m leaving. Chill out, man. I’ll chat with you later. Bye!"

I scowled when she came back seconds later. "What now?" I asked irritably.

Grinning, she said, "Just wanted to remind you: don’t be too soft. You’re the ‘top,’ so you should act tougher. And if she won’t listen to you, well… you know what to do—just water her garden to keep her in line."

Before I could throw something at her, she bolted out the door.

That’s my best friend, Jisso. Weird name, right? As weird as her face. Just kidding, she's good looking but of course I'm more pretty handsome. Like she said, we’re both intersex, which is why we don’t even consider each other romantically. What would we even do—play sword fights?

Shaking off the thought, I turned my attention back to my girlfriend as she approached our table carrying a tray.

I quickly stood up to take the tray from her and pulled out her chair.

"I thought you didn’t want to eat much?" I asked, puzzled.

She rolled her eyes. "Duh. Of course, I don’t want to overeat. But this is for you! You’re so skinny lately. Do you even eat properly?"

Her words sounded more like an insult, but I couldn’t help feeling overjoyed. This was the first time I heard genuine concern in her voice.

I smiled. "I’ve just been really busy lately, so I haven’t been eating properly."

Her brow furrowed. "Being busy isn’t an excuse to skip meals. What if you get sick? Then I’d have to take care of you!"

I probably looked a little creepy smiling so much, even while being scolded, but my heart felt so full.

Unable to resist, I softly pinched her cheeks. "Yes, mom. I promise I’ll eat on time from now on."

She glared at me and slapped my hands away. "Do I look like your mother? With this face?!" she retorted, annoyed.

I laughed and nodded, which only made her more irritated. "Yes, you do look like a mother," I teased.

She raised her hand, about to smack me, but I quickly added, "A mother to our future children." Then I winked.

She froze for a second before hitting my arm. "You!" she yelled, flustered.

I laughed. My girlfriend was so cute, her face now bright red, avoiding my gaze.

"Let’s eat!" I said cheerfully.

She rolled her eyes again but finally started eating. Watching her like this never got old. No wonder she’s famous—she’s stunning and incredibly talented.

Noticing my gaze, she paused mid-bite and looked at me. "Why aren’t you eating? What are you waiting for, Christmas?"

I shook my head. "Can you feed me?" I asked, pouting slightly.

What? I just wanted a bit of affection, guys.

She threw a tissue at me. "You have your own hands—use them!"

"Come on, Love. Please?" I said, trying to act cute. You never know; she might give in.

She crossed her arms. "No. Eat by yourself."

I pouted harder, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. "Please? Pretty please?"

She hesitated before sighing in exasperation. Scooping some rice and meat, she snapped, "Ugh! You’re so needy. Open your mouth."

Suppressing a laugh, I obediently opened my mouth. "Mmm! Yum!" I exclaimed after swallowing.

"Tsk!" She rolled her eyes again.

"Love, can you—"

"Oh my gosh! Is that Ms. Kim?!"

I was interrupted by an excited scream as two fans rushed to our table.

"Ms. Kim, can we take a picture with you?"

"Yes, please! We’re huge fans!" added the other.

Jennie sighed but nodded. "Of course."

The girls squealed in excitement. "Ms., can you take our picture with her?" one of them asked, handing me their phone.

I nodded and took the phone. One girl moved to the other side of Jen, framing her in the middle.

"One, two, three—smile!"

"Thank you so much! And sorry for interrupting," one of them said apologetically.

Jen smiled graciously. "It’s okay. Just don’t make a habit of it. I value my privacy too."

The two nodded eagerly. "We understand. Sorry again! By the way, who’s this with you? Is she your girlfriend?"

Jennie froze, staring at me for a moment before smiling. "Ah, no. She’s just—a friend. I don’t swing that way."

The happiness I’d felt moments ago vanished, replaced by a deep sadness. I forced a smile.

Right. She’s straight. She probably loves someone else and like a guy.

I thought we had something special.

Why do I keep fooling myself?

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