"You're telling me you don't have your drivers license?" Iseul asked.
Taehyung nodded through a mouthful of his McDonalds burger. "I failed the driving test the first time but passed the written. In my defense, I didn't see that curb!"
Iseul stifled a laugh and took a bite of her burger. "You should practice with a friend. Doesn't your roommate have his license?"
Taehyung nodded. "Yeah, but he's so lazy. Plus, he's still in his last year of university. He's always gone in the afternoons until night."
Iseul put down her burger and picked up her soda, sipping up the cola through the straw. "I can teach you. My dad taught me how to drive with a few days of practice."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Yeah. It's kind of weird if I say this, but I respect you. You were just a simple Instagram model that walked up to his dream and became a model. I wish I had the courage to do that. I was actually raised into being a model. I was in beauty pageants and modeled for children's Halloween costumes."
"But you're here now—in your dream career, right? You got here with the help of your parents. That's what parents are for. They're supposed to support their children," he replied, staring at Iseul.
She nodded in return. "That's what they're here for, but sometimes I wonder if I could have gotten this far on my own. Or if every company would have turned me down. What if my mother never made me constantly diet when I was a kid? Would I be too fat to be a model? Those are the types of thoughts that go through my head."
"Then, I think you're stupid!" he suddenly exclaimed, making Iseul stare at him in shock. "You definitely could have gotten this far on your own! You're beautiful—thank your parents for making you. You don't need to be skinny to be beautiful. Maybe to be a model, yeah, but it doesn't matter if you're a model or not. You could've easily been a baker or a famous chef—maybe even a female president!"
Iseul bashfully smiled and chuckled. "That's why I like you, Taehyung."
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