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At least, that’s what he tells himself for the first few weeks it starts small. A text from you saying you’ll be late because you’re helping jungwon review his english notes. heeseung sends a heart emoji and “No rush, baby ❤️” even as he stares at the ceiling of the practice room, phone still in hand. It’s just studying, he thinks. You’re smart you like helping people. That’s one of the things I love about you. But then it happens again and again.

He asks if you’re free for dinner after a long schedule, and your reply comes almost instantly “Sorry, already promised Jungwon we’d grab ramen. Rain check?” He stares at the message until the screen dims, a faint knot forming in his stomach. Rain check sure. He ends up eating alone in the dorm, scrolling through his feed only to see a new story you posted you and Jungwon making silly faces over steaming bowls, your head tilted toward his shoulder as you both laugh.

The irritation is tiny at first, like a pebble in his shoe. He shakes it off deletes the screenshots he accidentally took. Tells himself he’s being ridiculous. But the pebble turns into a rock.

Every time he wants to spend time with you, you’re already with Jungwon. If he suggests a movie night, you’re already halfway through a drama marathon with him. If he tries to surprise you with coffee between schedules, Jungwon is already there, holding your favorite order and making you smile that bright, easy smile Heeseung thought was reserved mostly for him. Social media is the worst every other day there’s another photo you two at the arcade, you two walking the Han River at night, you two in matching hoodies because “Jungwon lost a bet and had to wear what I picked.”

Heeseung starts noticing things he never paid attention to before. The way Jungwon’s hand brushes your arm when he’s excited about something. The way you save the best bites of your food for him without thinking. The private jokes that make you burst into laughter at the dinner table while Heeseung sits across from you, pretending to scroll on his phone so no one sees the tightness in his jaw.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, he walks into the dorm common room hoping to finally steal you away for some quiet time. Instead, he finds you sitting cross legged on the couch beside Jungwon, laughing so hard you’re clutching your stomach, tears in your eyes. Jungwon is leaning into you, nudging your shoulder with his own, recounting some story with that mischievous leader grin of his. Neither of you even notices Heeseung standing in the doorway.

He stands there longer than necessary, watching. The way Jungwon’s eyes soften when he looks at you. The way you lean back into him so naturally, like it’s the most comfortable place in the world. Something ugly twists in Heeseung’s chest sharp and hot. He clears his throat, louder than needed.You both look up. Your face lights up instantly. “Heeseung! Come sit, you have to hear this—”

“I’m good,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Looks like you’re busy.”Jungwon tilts his head, sensing something but not pushing. “Hyung, join us. It’s funny, I swear.”Heeseung just shakes his head and heads to his room, the sound of your laughter following him down the hall like an accusation.

That night, when you finally slip into bed beside him, he’s unusually quiet. You cuddle up against his chest like always, but instead of relaxing into it, Heeseung wraps one arm tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. His face buries into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he’s afraid you might disappear. His other hand finds yours, fingers lacing together almost desperately.

“You know,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and rough, “I think you’ve spent more time with Jungwon this week than with your actual boyfriend.”You laugh softly, assuming he’s teasing like he sometimes does. “Babe, are you counting?”He doesn’t laugh back. His hold on you tightens, almost possessive. “I’m serious i miss you.” The words hang heavy in the dark. “Every time I turn around, it’s Jungwon this, Jungwon that. I get it he’s important to you. He’s important to me too but lately… it feels like I’m the one on the outside.”

You shift to look at him, surprised by the raw edge in his voice. Heeseung’s eyes are shadowed, but the vulnerability there is unmistakable. He’s not angry exactly just aching. Jealous in a way he clearly hates admitting.“I didn’t realize…” you start, but he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“I keep telling myself it’s stupid,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. “He’s like my brother. You’re allowed to have friends but then I see the way he makes you laugh like he knows exactly how to light you up and I just…” He exhales shakily, nuzzling closer. “I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that. I want to be the one you’re running to after a long day. Not feeling like I have to schedule time with my own girlfriend around someone else.”

His fingers trace slow, absent patterns on your hip, but there’s tension in every line of his body. “I hate feeling like this. Jealous of Jungwon, of all people. But I can’t help it anymore. You’re mine, you know? Or at least… I thought you were.” The confession lingers between you, heavy with weeks of unspoken insecurity. Heeseung holds you like he’s afraid letting go even a little will make the distance permanent. In the quiet of the room, his heartbeat is fast against your cheek proof that the easygoing, confident Heeseung has been quietly unraveling for longer than he’s let on.

You press closer, and for the first time in weeks, he lets out a small, relieved breath, though the jealousy still simmers just beneath the surface, waiting.

◟✿ jay ˒

Jay’s jealousy doesn’t look like insecurity or quiet pouting. It looks like competition. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first. Jay has always been the type to handle things head on cool, collected, a little cocky when he knows what he wants. And what he wants is you. So when Jake starts spending more time around you, Jay’s response is automatic step up match him beat him.

It starts small. Jake brings you your favorite iced coffee on a hot filming day? Jay appears twenty minutes later with the full meal your favorite pasta from that place across town, still warm, plus dessert because “you might get hungry later.” Jake offers to carry your heavy bag after practice? Jay is suddenly right there, taking your bag, your jacket, your water bottle, and the extra hoodie you forgot. He does it so smoothly that you barely notice the shift, just smile up at him with that grateful look that makes his chest tighten.

The other members catch on almost immediately. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow the third time it happens in one week. “Jay’s on a mission,” he mutters to Heeseung during dinner. Jungwon just smirks into his rice. They start placing bets on how long it’ll take before Jay cracks. One lazy afternoon in the dorm, you’re curled up on the couch beside Jake, both of you focused on his laptop. Jake is helping you pick out a birthday gift for your sibling, scrolling through pages of options with that easy, playful commentary that always makes you laugh. “This one? Nah, too boring. What about this ridiculous plushie? Your sibling would lose it.”

You lean in closer to see the screen, giggling. Jake shifts, his shoulder brushing yours as he points at something. “Wait, look at this—”The air changes.Jay, who had been quietly playing a game on his phone across the room, suddenly stands up. Without a word, he crosses the space in long strides, wedges himself directly between you and Jake on the couch, and sits down like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His thigh presses firmly against yours. One arm drapes casually along the back of the couch behind your shoulders.

Jake nearly chokes on his water. “ yo jay what are you doing?”Jay shrugs, eyes locked on the laptop screen like he’s been part of this conversation the whole time. “Watching.”“You weren’t interested five seconds ago,” Jake says, half laughing, half bewildered.“I am now.”You glance between them, amused but starting to sense the tension. Jay’s jaw is tight, even as he forces a charming smile and points at the screen. “That one’s cute but this—” He reaches over and scrolls to a different item, his hand brushing yours deliberately. “This matches their vibe better trust me.”

Jake stares at him for a second, then grins like a cat who just found the cream. “Ohhh. I see what’s happening here.”From then on, the teasing is relentless. Whenever you’re with Jake whether it’s practicing choreo, playing games in the living room, or even just chatting in the kitchen Jay materializes. He inserts himself into every conversation. If Jake makes you laugh, Jay immediately counters with a funnier story. If Jake compliments your new hairstyle, Jay is already pulling you closer and murmuring, “You look good in anything, but this color? Yeah, it’s my favorite on you.”

The members are merciless.“Jay-hyung is in full rivalry mode,” Sunoo teases one evening, watching Jay practically hover while you and Jake debate over snacks.“Careful, Jake he might challenge you to a dance battle next,” Jungwon adds with a straight face.Jay just rolls his eyes and pulls you into his lap on the couch, ignoring the chorus of groans and laughter. “Mind your business.”But inside, it’s eating at him more than he wants to admit.

He hates how natural you and Jake are together. Jake’s bright, easy energy complements yours so well. they share the same chaotic humor, and worst of all Jake never has to try it just flows. Meanwhile Jay feels like he’s constantly performing, constantly proving he’s the better choice.One night, after another long day of Jay “accidentally” showing up during your hangout with Jake, you finally corner him in his room.“Alright, spill it,” you say, closing the door behind you. “What’s going on?”

Jay sighs dramatically and flops back onto his bed, dragging you down with him. He wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt, a little restless.“Can you blame me?” he mutters, voice low and laced with that signature Jay charm mixed with genuine frustration. “Jake’s funny he’s handsome annoyingly charming good with people and everyone loves him.” ( is he lying though 🤤 ₹You stare at him, trying not to laugh. “Jay you’re literally describing yourself.”

“Exactly.” He turns his head to look at you, dark eyes serious despite the smirk. “That’s why he’s a threat.”You blink. “A threat?”He nods, tightening his hold on you. “Yeah he gets to be around you all the time without even trying. Making you laugh, helping you with stuff, being all Jake. And I’m over here having to one up him just to remind you I exist.” His voice drops, the playful tone fading into something more vulnerable. “I know it’s stupid he’s my brother. But seeing you two together like that it makes me want to win every single time.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, his competitive edge softening into quiet possessiveness. “You’re mine, baby. I just hate feeling like I have to compete for your attention.”You cuddle closer, running your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to compete, Jay ichose you.”He exhales, some of the tension finally leaving his shoulders, though the glint of rivalry still lingers in his eyes. “Good because I’m not planning on losing.”And from the determined way he holds you that night kissing you a little harder, touching you a little longer you know he means it.

◟✿ jake ˒

Jake is embarrassingly obvious when he’s jealous. He doesn’t even try to hide it his face is an open book, big brown eyes and all. The second he notices you spending more time with Sunghoon, his entire mood shifts. Not in an angry or possessive way, but like a giant sad puppy who just got told he’s being replaced by a shinier, cooler version of himself.It starts subtly, but everyone notices within days.

You and Sunghoon have always been close best friends who can spend hours talking about books, fashion, or just roasting each other without it ever feeling forced. Lately, with the group’s busy schedule, those hangouts have increased. Sunghoon’s calm, dry humor pairs perfectly with yours, and Jake watches it all unfold with growing dismay.

During a rare movie night in the dorm, you end up sitting beside Sunghoon on the big couch. The two of you are sharing a big bowl of popcorn, shoulders brushing every time you reach for snacks, laughing at the same ridiculous scenes. Sunghoon leans over to whisper a sarcastic comment in your ear, and you nearly choke on your drink from giggling.

Across the room, Jake sits on the opposite couch, knees drawn up, looking like someone just canceled Christmas, his birthday, and every future cuddle session all at once. His usual bright energy is nowhere to be found. Every few minutes he glances over at you two, then sighs loudly and looks away with dramatic flair, lips pushed into a full pout. He tries to focus on the movie but keeps failing miserably.

“Jake, come sit with us,” you call out at one point, patting the small space beside you. He perks up instantly, practically teleporting over only for Sunghoon to already be in the middle of explaining the plot twist to you. Jake ends up squeezed on your other side, but the damage is done. He keeps stealing glances, his hand subtly finding yours under the blanket, holding on a little tighter than usual.

When you finally shift fully to his side later in the night, curling against him, Jake lights up like the sun breaking through clouds. His arm wraps around you immediately, nose nuzzling into your hair.

“You okay?” you whisper.

“Yep,” he says, voice overly cheerful.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“I’m fine totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

He isn’t. The members catch on fast and have zero mercy. Sunoo starts mimicking Jake’s sad puppy eyes whenever you and Sunghoon are together. Jungwon keeps “accidentally” pointing out how good you and Sunghoon look as a duo just to watch Jake’s face fall. Even Heeseung teases him gently “Jake, if you stare any harder you’re going to burn a hole through the couch.” Jake just whines and buries his face in a pillow.

The jealousy builds over the week. You help Sunghoon pick out new clothes for an upcoming schedule? Jake shows up later wearing the exact hoodie you once said you loved on him, casually flexing in front of the mirror while asking your opinion every five minutes. Sunghoon teaches you a simple ice skating trick on a day off? Jake spends the entire next day sending you videos of himself trying ( and failing ) the same move, captioning them “I can do it better if you teach me instead 🥺”.

It all comes to a head one quiet evening.You’re both alone in his room, the lights dimmed. Jake has his head resting on your lap, legs sprawled across the bed, playing with your fingers absentmindedly. His usual playful energy is muted, replaced by soft sighs and lingering touches like he needs constant reassurance.“Sometimes…” he starts quietly, eyes fixed on your intertwined hands, “I get jealous of how easy it is for you and Sunghoon to hang out.”

You blink, gently brushing his hair back. “Jake, he’s my best friend.”“I know.” His voice is small.“You’re my boyfriend.” “I know that too.” He turns his face into your stomach, muffling his next words. “But what if one day you realize he’s cooler? He’s all mysterious and stylish and good at everything without even trying. You two have so much in common. You laugh at the same things, finish each other’s sentences sometimes… What if you wake up one morning and think, ‘Wow, Sunghoon would be a better match’?”

You stare down at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter. The genuine, heartfelt worry in his voice paired with that dramatic puppy-dog expression is too much. Jake lifts his head, looking deeply offended. “Don’t laugh! This is serious my heart is breaking here.”That only makes you laugh harder. You lean down and cup his cheeks, squishing them gently. “Baby, you’re the one who’s ridiculously charming, affectionate, and makes me smile every single day. Sunghoon is my friend. You’re the one I’m in love with.”

He pouts harder, but his ears turn pink and the corners of his mouth twitch upward. “Yeah?”“Yeah.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “No one could ever replace you. Especially not when you make jealous faces like a sad golden retriever.” Jake groans but finally cracks a smile, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you down so you’re half lying on top of him. “I can’t help it I just… really like you alot. The idea of anyone else getting your attention that easily makes me feel all weird and empty inside.”

He buries his face in your neck, peppering soft kisses there while his hold stays tight and clingy. “Promise you’ll sit next to me for the next ten movie nights? And maybe let me be the one to teach you dumb tricks instead of Hoon?”You smile into his hair. “Deal.” Jake lets out a content little hum, all the earlier sadness melting away as he snuggles impossibly closer. Even though the jealousy still simmers whenever Sunghoon makes you laugh too hard, he’s reassured for now clinging to you like the lovesick, obvious boyfriend he is. And honestly? You wouldn’t have him any other way.

◟✿ sunghoon ˒

Sunghoon becomes quieter when he’s jealous, which somehow makes it more obvious than if he were loud about it. Most people expect jealousy to look like possessiveness or sharp words, but Sunghoon turns inward instead retreating into that cool, icy shell he wears so well. The silence stretches longer. His usual subtle affection cools off. And because he’s normally so composed, the shift is impossible to miss.It starts after you spend an entire day with Jungwon.

The two of you had gone out for a casual shopping trip that turned into lunch, then a café stop, then wandering around a bookstore for hours. Jungwon’s easy energy and gentle teasing always make time fly. You come back to the dorm laughing about something he said, cheeks flushed from the cold air and the fun.Sunghoon is sitting on the couch when you walk in. He looks up, offers a small smile, and says, “You’re back.” That’s it. No playful comment about how you ditched him all day. No asking for details. Just two quiet words before he goes back to staring at his phone.

You notice immediately.Throughout the evening, his replies get shorter. When you sit next to him and lean against his shoulder, he doesn’t wrap an arm around you like usual. He just lets you stay there, stiff and distant. You ask if something’s wrong and he shakes his head.“Everything’s fine.”But it isn’t. You can feel the tension radiating off him.

Sunghoon hates feeling jealous. He thinks it’s irrational, immature, and beneath him. Jungwon is his member his dongsaeng, the responsible leader he respects deeply. You’re allowed to have friends. He knows this. So he tries to suppress it, pushing the ugly feeling down until it festers quietly inside his chest.Unfortunately, he’s terrible at hiding it from you.

The next day it continues. You mention needing help with some lyrics and Jungwon offers first. You guys spend an hour in the practice room together, heads close over a notebook. Sunghoon walks past the door once, sees you laughing at one of Jungwon’s jokes, and keeps walking without saying anything. Later, when you text him asking if he wants to grab dinner together, his reply is a single “Busy with schedule.” No emoji. No “miss you.” By evening, the members have started noticing.

Jake nudges him during dinner. “you’ve been weirdly quiet. Everything okay?”Sunghoon just shrugs. “Tired.”Heeseung raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. Jay smirks knowingly, like he’s seen this before. Sunoo whispers something to Jungwon that makes the younger boy glance at Sunghoon with a slightly guilty look.You wait until you’re finally alone.The moment the door to his room clicks shut, Sunghoon reaches for you without a word. He pulls you gently but firmly onto his lap, arms wrapping around your waist like a lifeline. His face presses into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. You can feel how tightly he’s holding on.

“You’re clingy today,” you tease softly, running your fingers through his dark hair.“Maybe,” he murmurs against your skin. His voice is low, almost reluctant.“Why?”He stays silent for a long moment, chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him tense, like he’s fighting with himself. Sunghoon has never been good at voicing feelings like this he’d rather skate around them elegantly.“Because…” he finally says, so quietly you almost miss it, “everyone gets your attention before I do lately.”

The honesty catches you completely off guard. You turn in his lap to look at him, but he refuses to meet your eyes, cheeks faintly pink with embarrassment. His ears are red too the telltale sign that Sunghoon is mortified by his own emotions.You cup his face gently, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Hoon…” “I know it’s stupid,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper. His hands stay locked around your waist, fingers tracing small, anxious circles. “Jungwon’s your best friend. He’s my member ishouldn’t feel like this. But today watching you two together all day, laughing so easily, making plans for next week it felt like I was waiting in line for you again.”

He finally lifts his gaze, those sharp, beautiful eyes softer than usual, filled with quiet vulnerability. “I hate this feeling. I told myself to stop being ridiculous. But then I see how comfortable you are with him and I just withdraw. Because if I say something, it makes me sound pathetic.”You lean in and press a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re not pathetic. You’re human. And honestly? This quiet, pouty version of you is adorable.”Sunghoon groans, hiding his face in your shoulder again. “Don’t call it adorable. I’m trying to be cool about this.”

“You’re failing,” you say with a smile, hugging him tighter. “But I love you for it.”He exhales shakily, the tension in his body slowly melting as he pulls you even closer. His hands slide under your shirt to rest against your lower back, skin warm and grounding. “I just miss you,” he admits. “I miss being the one you run to first. The one who gets all your random thoughts and inside jokes. Lately it feels like Jungwon gets the daylight version of you, and I get whatever’s left at night.”You tilt his chin up and kiss him properly slow and reassuring. Sunghoon kisses back like he’s been starving for it, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

When you pull away, you rest your forehead against his. “No one could ever replace you, Hoon. Jungwon is my best friend, but you’re my person my favorite person. I’ll make sure you get more of my attention, okay? Starting right now.” A tiny, shy smile finally breaks through his expression. He nods once, still a little embarrassed, and nuzzles back into your neck. For the rest of the night he stays glued to you arms around your waist, legs tangled together, stealing soft kisses every few minutes like he’s making up for all the distance he put between you earlier.

The jealousy doesn’t vanish overnight. Sunghoon still gets quieter whenever he sees you and Jungwon deep in conversation but now he lets you notice. And instead of withdrawing completely, he’ll eventually reach for your hand or pull you into his lap again, murmuring a quiet “I need you for a bit” that makes your heart melt every single time.Because even when he’s jealous, Sunghoon’s love is steady, deep, and impossibly sweet.

◟✿ jungwon ˒

Jungwon likes to think he’s mature, rational and secure in the relationship. As the leader, he’s spent years perfecting the art of staying calm under pressure, keeping his emotions in check for the sake of the group. He would never get jealous over something harmless.At least, that’s what he tells himself.Then Heeseung decides to become your best friend. The worst part is that Jungwon can’t even complain. Heeseung isn’t doing anything wrong. He’s naturally affectionate, ridiculously funny, and incredibly easy to get along with the kind of hyung everyone gravitates toward. Before long, you and Heeseung are constantly together. It starts innocently late night talks after schedules, Heeseung teaching you silly dance moves in the practice room, the two of you bonding over shared playlists and bad dad jokes.

Jungwon laughs it off at first. “It’s good you get along with the members,” he tells you with a dimpled smile, ruffling your hair. Inside, he repeats the mantra He’s my hyung, you’re allowed to have friends this is normal.But the little things start piling up. Inside jokes he doesn’t understand. You’ll say something random like “pineapple on pizza” and Heeseung will burst out laughing, referencing some conversation Jungwon wasn’t part of. Long conversations that stretch for hours sometimes in the dorm living room while Jungwon pretends to focus on his laptop across from you. The way you instinctively glance toward Heeseung whenever something funny happens in a group setting, like your eyes automatically seek him out for that shared spark of amusement.

Jungwon notices everything. He starts keeping a mental scoreboard he hates himself for. Heeseung made you laugh three times today and i only got two. He catches himself staring when Heeseung casually slings an arm around your shoulders during a break, or when the older boy brings you your favorite snack without being asked. Jungwon tells himself it’s fine. He’s secure. He’s the one who gets to kiss you goodnight, the one you curl up with when the day gets too heavy.Until the night it boils over.

The whole group is hanging out in the common room after a long day of filming. You’re sitting on the couch, and Heeseung plops down right beside you. The conversation flows easily, laughter filling the space. At one point, Heeseung leans back and casually drapes his arm over the back of your chair nothing more than friendly comfort, fingers lightly brushing your shoulder as he gestures while telling a story. Jungwon, seated across from you, feels his stomach twist. His jaw tightens the rational part of his brain screams at him to stay quiet, but the words slip out before he can stop them.

“You know you don’t have to sit that close.”The entire room falls silent.Heeseung slowly turns his head toward him, eyebrows raised in surprise. You blink, turning to look at Jungwon with wide eyes. Sunoo’s mouth drops open mid bite of his snack. Jake freezes with his drink halfway to his lips. Jungwon wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole. His ears burn red, and he forces a weak laugh, trying to play it off. “I mean… there’s plenty of space on the couch.”Heeseung’s lips twitch into an amused, knowing smile. “Jealous, Wonie?”

“I’m not—” Jungwon starts, but the denial dies in his throat under everyone’s stares. He stands up abruptly. “Never mind im going to get water.”He escapes to the kitchen, heart pounding. You follow a minute later, concern written all over your face.“Wonnie…” you say softly, reaching for his hand.He sighs, leaning back against the counter and pulling you into a hug. His chin rests on top of your head. “I’m sorry that was stupid. I don’t know why I said that.”

For weeks afterward, the teasing is merciless.Every time Heeseung even stands near you, someone pipes up. “Jungwon, do you need a minute to calm down?” Sunghoon asks with a straight face during dinner one night. Jake starts dramatically draping his arm around random objects while mimicking Heeseung’s voice: “Just being friendly, leader-nim~” Sunoo takes it further by creating a group chat called “Protect Jungwon’s Girl” and spamming it with edited photos of Heeseung with heart emojis.Jungwon endures it with forced smiles and threats to assign extra chores, but inside it stings. He hates how small it makes him feel.

The jealousy builds quietly after that. He becomes extra attentive bringing you coffee exactly how you like it before Heeseung can offer, suggesting couple activities on days off that conveniently exclude the older members, finding excuses to pull you into his lap during movie nights while shooting subtle glances at Heeseung. He still laughs along with the group’s jokes about it, but at night when you’re alone, the mask slips.One evening after another long day, you find him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. You climb into his lap without asking, straddling his thighs and cupping his face.

“Talk to me,” you whisper.Jungwon wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest for a long moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is muffled and embarrassed. “I hate this i keep telling myself I’m being immature. Heeseung hyung is…he’s great. He makes you happy, and I should be glad about that. But seeing you two together, laughing at things I don’t get, sharing those easy moments it feels like I’m losing you. Even though I know I’m not.”He pulls back just enough to look at you, his usually confident eyes soft with vulnerability. “I’m supposed to be the mature one the leader. But sometimes I just want to be selfish and keep all your attention for myself.”

You smile gently and kiss his forehead, then the tip of his nose. “You’re not losing me, baby. Heeseung is a good friend to both of us. But you’re my boyfriend my favorite person. The one I want at the end of every day.” Jungwon exhales shakily, his grip tightening as he leans up to kiss you properly slow, deep, and a little desperate, like he’s pouring all the bottled up feelings into it. When you pull away, he rests his forehead against yours. “I’ll try to be better about it,” he murmurs. “But maybe sit a little farther from him next time? For my heart’s sake.”

You laugh softly and nod, threading your fingers through his hair. “Deal and maybe we can make some new inside jokes that are just ours.” His dimples finally appear again as he smiles, the earlier tension melting. From then on, the jealousy doesn’t disappear completely Jungwon still stiffens a little when Heeseung gets too cuddly but he handles it better. He reaches for your hand in public more often, steals you away for quiet moments, and even joins some of the hangouts so he can be part of the laughter instead of watching from the sidelines.

And when the members tease him, he just rolls his eyes with a shy grin, knowing that at the end of the night, you’re the one curled up in his arms, whispering that he’s the only one you need.

◟✿ sunoo ˒

Sunoo’s jealousy is dramatic in the most entertaining way possible. He doesn’t get angry or cold. He gets theatrical like the lead in a tragic kdrama who’s been tragically abandoned in the rain. Complete with sighs, longing stares, and dialogue that belongs on a stage. The moment he realizes you’ve been spending most of your free time with riki lately, the performance begins.It starts with the texts. You wake up to a string of messages from him

“I hope you and your new best friend are happy together ❤️”

You blink sleepily and type back “What are you talking about?”

He replies instantly with a screenshot a detailed timestamp log ( he definitely went through your KakaoTalk chat history ) showing you spent six hours with riki yesterday arcade, late lunch, and then practicing some choreography.“You counted?” you reply, half amused, halfbaffled. “That’s not important.”It absolutely is important to him. He even color-coded the hours in the screenshot.The members think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen.

Jake saves the screenshots and makes them his wallpaper. Jay starts narrating Sunoo’s sighs in a deep movie trailer voice whenever he walks by. “In a world where one girl forgot her boyfriend existed…” Jungwon tries ( and fails ) to hide his laughter behind his hand every time Sunoo launches into another monologue. Even riki—oblivious at first starts playing along, dramatically bowing to you and calling you “Noona, my favorite shopping partner” just to watch Sunoo clutch his chest like he’s been stabbed.

One afternoon you go shopping with riki for new sneakers and a couple of hoodies. The maknae is great company energetic, funny, and always down for whatever chaotic idea you have. You come back to the dorm laughing, bags in hand, only to find Sunoo sprawled dramatically across the entire couch like a Victorian era nobleman who’s just received tragic news. He’s lying on his back, one arm draped over his forehead, eyes closed in mock despair. The tv is playing some sad ballad on low volume for maximum effect.

“There she is,” he says in a mournful, trembling voice. “The woman who forgot I exist. Off gallivanting with the tall, flexible dancer while I waste away here alone unloved.”You roll your eyes, biting back a laugh, and drop your bags before sitting beside him. “Sunoo, you’re so extra.”Immediately, his entire mood flips like a switch. He sits up, wraps himself around your arm like a koala who’s been separated from its tree for years, and nuzzles into your shoulder. His legs even swing over your lap a little.

“Missed me?” you ask, poking his cheek.“No.” A long pause. “Maybe a little.”Another dramatic pause, during which he squeezes your arm tighter. “Okay, a lot terribly and devastatingly.” You laugh and run your fingers through his soft hair. “You know riki is just a friend, right? He’s like a little brother to me.”Sunoo lets out a theatrical sigh and buries his face deeper into your neck. “I know b he gets to see you in daylight hours. Laughing at his dumb jokes trying on clothes together taking pictures. While I’m stuck in vocal lessons or schedules, wondering if you’ve replaced me with someone who can do flips.”

He pulls back just enough to give you the biggest, sparkliest puppy eyes. “Do you still like me more than him? Be honest i can take it probably maybe I’ll cry, but I can take it.”The members, who have been eavesdropping from the kitchen, lose it. Sunghoon wheezes. “you’re hopeless” “Sunoo’s in his tragic heroine era again,” Heeseung calls out. Sunoo doesn’t even care. He just flips them off lazily and pulls you closer, practically climbing into your lap now. “Ignore them. They don’t understand the pain of being second to a maknae with endless energy.”

For the rest of the evening, he’s glued to you. He insists on sitting in your lap during game night ( much to everyone’s fake groans ), feeds you snacks by hand, and keeps up a running commentary of dramatic sighs every time riki says something funny.Later that night, when you’re alone in his room, the theatrics soften into something more genuine. Sunoo lies with his head on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if you might vanish.

“I know I’m being ridiculous,” he admits quietly, voice losing the dramatic flair. “Riki’s cool he’s fun and you two have that chaotic bestie energy. But I miss being your favorite person the one you text first when something happens the one you want to spend all your free time with.” You tilt his chin up and kiss him softly. “You are my favorite person, Sunoo always. Riki is fun for a day out, but you’re the one I want to come home to. The one who makes me laugh the hardest and feel the safest.”His cheeks flush pink, but a bright, genuine smile finally breaks through the dramatics. “Good because I was prepared to write a whole musical about this heartbreak.”

You snort. “Please don’t.” “Too late Act One is already titled ‘The Boyfriend Who Was Replaced by Skate Shoes.’” He giggles at his own joke and cuddles impossibly closer, legs tangled with yours. The jealousy doesn’t disappear overnight he still sends the occasional overly dramatic text when you’re out with riki but it becomes part of your dynamic. A silly, adorable ritual. And every time he gets like that, you know exactly how to fix it sit down beside him, let him koala-cling to you, and remind him ( with words and kisses ) that no one could ever take his place. Because dramatic or not, Sunoo’s love is bright, warm, and impossible not to adore.

◟✿ riki ˒

Riki would rather die than openly admit he’s jealous. He’s the maknae, the cool, confident one who teases everyone else mercilessly. Showing vulnerability? Not his style. So instead of saying anything, he becomes weirdly competitive like he’s in a silent, one sided war that only he knows about. The second he notices how much time you’ve been spending with Sunoo lately, the scoreboard in his head starts ticking. Sunoo is easy to like bright, funny, and always down for aesthetic photos, café hopping, or just vibing with music. You two have that effortless best friend chemistry that makes everything look fun. Riki tells himself it’s whatever. He’s busy with dance practice anyway. But the mental tally keeps growing.

How many photos do you have together?How many texts do you exchange in a day?How many times do you casually mention “Sunoo said this” or “Sunoo did that” in conversation?One lazy afternoon, while you’re cuddled up in his room, riki “borrows” your phone to pick a song. He opens the camera roll by accident and freezes. Hundreds of pictures with Sunoo selfies, mirror shots, candid laughs, aesthetic couple style photos ( platonic, but still ), even silly filters. The betrayal is immediate and dramatic in riki’s mind.“Why are there so many?” he asks, voice flat as he scrolls slowly.

You glance over. “Because he steals my phone and takes selfies constantly.” “So you’re saying this isn’t your fault?” Riki narrows his eyes suspiciously, as if you’ve been caught red handed in a crime. “Exactly it’s Sunoo’s fault,” you laugh, trying to grab the phone back. He holds it higher, still scrolling with a deepening frown. “There’s like three hundred of these we don’t even have one fifty.” The competition begins that same day.

Over the next few weeks, riki launches a full scale, completely one sided campaign. Suddenly he’s asking for pictures together every single chance he gets. “Take one with me right now,” he says during breakfast, pulling you into his side and snapping a mirror selfie before you can protest. He insists on recording random dance videos where he teaches you moves ( even though you’re terrible ), then makes you watch them back together. He starts stealing your phone on purpose just to fill the gallery with hundreds of his own selfies riki making funny faces, riki doing aegyo ( reluctantly ), riki kissing your cheek while you’re not looking, riki with his arms wrapped around you from behind captioned “better than Sunoo hyung.”

He even starts keeping count out loud sometimes, though he pretends it’s casual.“We should go to that new arcade again just us. We need more content.”The members notice immediately and find it hilarious. Sunoo, the target of the rivalry, teases him the most. “Riki-yah, are you trying to break my record? That’s cute.”Jake shows everyone the rapidly growing folder titled “Me & Y/N ❤️” that riki created.Jay just smirks “lil bro is in his competitive era.”Even Jungwon joins in “Should we make a group ranking for best photos with Y/N?”

Riki denies everything with a straight face and a shrug. “I just like taking pictures. What’s the big deal?” When you finally corner him about it one night, he’s sprawled across his bed, pretending to scroll through his own ( now massively expanded ) camera roll. You climb onto the bed and straddle his waist, pinning his phone down. “Okay, spill what are you doing?”“Nothing,” he says, too quickly. He tries to look bored, but his ears are turning bright red.

You raise an eyebrow. “Riki you’ve tripled the number of photos we have together in like two weeks. You made a whole new album. You even took that ridiculous one where you’re lifting me up in the practice room.”He avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing darker. “So? I thought it looked cool.”

“Were you competing with Sunoo?” Silence and then “No.” The denial is instant, but the bright red blush spreading across his face and neck gives him away completely. He groans and covers his face with both hands, mumbling through his fingers, “This is so embarrassing don’t look at me.” You laugh softly and pull his hands away, leaning down to kiss his warm cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he protests weakly, but his arms slide around your waist anyway, holding you in place. “I just don’t like that you have more memories with him it feels unfair. I’m supposed to be the one you make the most memories with im your boyfriend.”His voice gets quieter on the last part, a rare moment of honesty slipping through the competitive armor.You smile and rest your forehead against his. “You are, dummy. Sunoo is my friend, but you’re my favorite always.”

Riki exhales, the tension melting as he flips you over so he’s hovering above you. “Good then we’re taking more pictures right now.” He grabs his phone again, but this time he’s smiling soft and a little shy as he pulls you close for a candid kiss on the cheek. From then on, the “competition” becomes less about beating Sunoo and more of an excuse for riki to shower you with extra attention. He still denies being jealous every time someone teases him, but the way he clings to you a little tighter, steals more kisses, and proudly shows off your ever growing photo album says everything.

And honestly? You don’t mind one bit. Because a competitive niki is adorable, and he always makes sure you know you’re his number one.

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You're lounging in George's motorhome at the track, scrolling through your phone while he reviews data with Alex. Carmen is perched on the sofa beside you, both of you sharing occasional knowing looks at the boys' intense focus on lap times.

"Oh, by the way," you say casually, not looking up from your phone, "I won't be around for dinner tonight. Got a date."

The effect is immediate. George's head snaps up from the screen, Alex nearly drops his water bottle, and Carmen tries (and fails) to hide her amused smile.

"A date?" George's protective brother mode activates instantly. "With who?"

"That new marketing guy from McLaren," you reply, finally glancing up. "Jacob. You know, the one I was talking to at the paddock party last week?"

"The tall blonde one?" Alex pipes up, earning himself a sharp look from George.

"Not helping, mate," George mutters.

"He seems nice," Carmen offers diplomatically, though there's something knowing in her expression that you can't quite read.

"Speaking of nice," Alex says with a poorly concealed grin, "should we tell Lando? You know, since he's been planning your wedding since 2018 and all."

The friendship between you and Lando dates back to karting days, when you'd tag along with George to races. You were fourteen when you first met a tiny, curly-haired Lando who immediately declared you were "pretty cool for a girl." Despite George's protective big brother routine, you and Lando became inseparable during race weekends.

The marriage jokes started right when Lando was making his F2 debut. You were both hanging out in the paddock when he suddenly announced, "When we get married, our wedding colors have to be papaya orange. Because I know I'll drive for Mclaren"

"Bold of you to assume I'd marry you, Norris," you'd laughed.

"Please, you love me," he'd grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "Plus, I've already told my mum you're the one. Can't disappoint her now, darling."

That was the first time he called you darling, but it certainly wasn't the last. Over the years, the pet names multiplied - love, sweetheart, future wife - each one delivered with that characteristic Lando grin that somehow managed to be both cheeky and endearing.

But at the end of the day, he was Lando. And it was all jokes.

"He's probably too busy planning our honeymoon in papaya-colored paradise to care about my actual dating life," you said, trying to sound casual.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Carmen murmurs, just as the door bursts open.

Lando's characteristic energy walks in, his curls slightly messy from his helmet. "Hello lads! Future wife," he grins, making his way over and dramatically flopping onto the couch, his head landing in your lap like it's his designated spot.

"Comfortable?" you ask dryly, but your hand automatically goes to his curls.

"Very," he beams up at you. "Why's everyone looking so serious though? Did George finally realize his neck's too long?"

"Ha ha," George deadpans, while Carmen tries to hide her laugh behind her hand.

"Little Russell was just telling us she's got a date tonight," Alex announces, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding.

Lando sits up so fast he nearly headbutts you. "A what now?"

"A date," you repeat, watching as his face does a complicated journey before settling on forced nonchalance. "With Jacob from marketing."

"McLaren Jacob?" Lando's voice goes up an octave. "My Jacob?"

"He's not your Jacob," you roll your eyes. "And yes, that Jacob."

"The one who still can't figure out how to work the coffee machine?" Lando scoffs, repositioning himself to face you properly. "Come on, darling, you can do better than that. What happened to our sacred Friday night FIFA tournaments?"

"Sacred?" George snorts. "Is that what you call screaming at the TV when she beats you?"

"Oi, whose side are you on?" Lando throws a nearby cushion at George. "Besides, I let her win. Can't have my girl crying, can I?"

"Your girl?" you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the way your stomach flips at his words.

"Obviously," he grins, but there's something slightly off about it. "Who else is going to fulfill my mum's dreams of having you as a daughter-in-law?"

"I'm sure Jacob would love to hear about these marriage plans," Alex teases, earning himself a glare from Lando.

"He better watch himself," Lando mutters, then louder, "Where's he taking you anyway? Probably somewhere boring like that chain restaurant near the factory."

"Actually," you say, "he's taking me to that new rooftop place in town."

"The one I said we should try?" Lando looks genuinely offended now. "That's just... that's just rude, love. I called dibs on taking you there."

"When exactly did you call dibs?" Carmen asks innocently.

"In my head," Lando protests. "This is not fair."

You poke his side. "Jealous, Norris?"

"Of course I am," he says, and for a moment, his voice loses its playful edge. "Can't have someone stealing my future wife away. We've got plans, remember? House in Surrey, three kids, dog named Fernando..."

"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" you laugh.

"Been planning our future since I was fourteen, love," he grins, but there's something soft in his eyes. "Now, would you cancel on Jacob and have a proper movie night with your future husband instead?"

"Still not your wife, Lando," you remind him.

"Not yet," he corrects, "But I'm a patient man, darling."

"Okay this is getting weird," Alex chimes in, "Lando, we're leaving. Little Russell, have fun on your date."

"Right," Lando stands up, but his usual bouncy energy seems subdued. "Have fun with boring Jacob. But just remember," he points at you with mock seriousness, though something flickers in his eyes, "I'm not giving up without a fight. Can't let some marketing guy steal the love of my life, can I?"

"The love of your life?" you roll your eyes, ignoring the way your heart skips.

"Since karting, darling," he winks, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Come on, Alex, let's leave the Russell siblings to their protective brother-sister chat."

As soon as the door closes behind them, Carmen turns to you with raised eyebrows. "You really have that boy pining over you, you know that right?"

"Oh please," you wave her off, though your cheeks feel warm. "We're just joking around. We've been doing this since forever."

"Sure, sister, sure," George snorts, exchanging a knowing look with Carmen. "Because every guy I know plans out their future house in Surrey with their 'joke' wife."

"And names their future dog Fernando," Carmen adds.

"It's just Lando being Lando," you insist, but you can't help glancing at the door where he'd disappeared. "He jokes like this with everyone."

"Really?" Carmen leans forward. "Because I've never heard him call anyone else 'the love of his life' or 'darling' or plan out their wedding colors."

"Or look like someone kicked his puppy when they mention going on a date with someone else," George adds.

"You're both reading way too much into this," you say, standing up and grabbing your bag. "I have to go get ready for my date with Jacob."

"The date that Lando looked absolutely thrilled about," George mutters under his breath.

You pretend not to hear him as you leave, trying to ignore the way Lando's slightly hurt expression keeps playing in your mind.

Because it's all jokes. And he's just Lando.

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username6 if her bf is not lando we don’t want it

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The sun is surprisingly bright as you make your way through the Zandvoort paddock, dodging various team personnel rushing around for Thursday preparations. The summer break was finally over and it was time for race cars again. You're just turning the corner when you hear a familiar voice.

"There's my darling!" Lando calls out, jogging over with his signature grin. "Thought you'd forgotten about your future husband during the break."

Before you can respond, he's pulled you into a tight hug. You catch a whiff of his familiar cologne, the one he's worn since F2, and automatically hug him back.

"How was your summer?" he asks, keeping an arm around your shoulders as he starts walking with you. "Did you miss me terribly? Cry yourself to sleep thinking about our FIFA rematch?"

"Actually," you start, feeling unexpectedly nervous, "I've got some news."

"Oh?" His eyes light up. "Did George finally admit his neck is abnormally long? Because I've been saying—"

"Jacob and I are officially together," you cut in quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. "Like, properly together. Boyfriend and girlfriend."

Lando's step falters slightly, his arm dropping from your shoulders. "What?"

"Yeah," you continue, fiddling with your paddock pass. "We kept seeing each other after that first date, and during the break... it just got serious."

"Serious?" His voice sounds strange. "How serious? When did this— why am I just finding out about this?"

"We wanted to keep it quiet at first, you know? But he talked to the higher-ups at McLaren today about dating someone connected to another team, and they're cool with it, so..." you trail off, watching his face carefully.

"Cool with it," he repeats slowly. Then, visibly forcing his usual grin, "Well, that's... that's great, love. Really great. Though I have to say, my mum will be devastated. She was really counting on those papaya-themed grandchildren."

But his joke falls flat, lacking its usual warmth. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Lando—"

"No, really," he cuts in, running a hand through his curls. "I'm happy for you. Even if he is rubbish at making coffee. And boring. And probably doesn't even know your favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, or that you secretly love watching those terrible reality shows, or that you—" he stops himself, clearing his throat. "Anyway. Good for you. Both of you."

You're about to respond when his race engineer calls him over.

"Duty calls," he says, already backing away. "But hey, tell Jacob he better treat my future wife right. Even if she's... not actually my future wife anymore."

He tries to wink, but it looks more like a flinch. Before you can say anything else, he's gone, leaving you standing alone in the paddock with an inexplicable heaviness in your chest.

But you immediately brush it off. Because at the end of the day, he's just Lando.

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username2 YALL HE WORKS FOR MCLAREN ??

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The Singapore night air is thick with humidity and celebration. The club's bass thrums through your bones as you watch Lando being congratulated for what feels like the hundredth time. He's practically glowing, champagne-drunk and victory-high, but something seems off about his smile.

"Babe, want another drink?" Jacob's voice pulls your attention back. His hand is possessively placed on your lower back, and you notice Lando's eyes flicker to it before he quickly looks away.

Across the VIP section, Alex nudges Charles, nodding towards where Lando is now aggressively stabbing at his ice with a straw.

"Subtle, mate," Alex smirks, sliding into the booth beside Lando. "Very subtle."

"Don't know what you're talking about," Lando mutters, but his eyes betray him, darting back to where Jacob is now whispering something in your ear.

"Ah, l'amour," Charles sighs dramatically. "It is painful, no?"

"Nothing's painful," Lando protests, straightening up. "I just won a Grand Prix, in case you forgot."

"And yet you look like someone stole your puppy," Alex points out.

"Or your future wife," Charles adds with a knowing look.

"She was never actually going to be my future wife," Lando says, but his voice lacks conviction. "It was just jokes. Always has been. She's George's sister, for fuck's sake."

"Right," Alex drawls. "So you wouldn't mind if I told you they're probably going to move in together soon?"

Lando chokes on his drink. "They're what?"

"He's joking," Charles quickly intervenes, shooting Alex a look. "But your reaction..."

"Means nothing," Lando insists, but his knuckles are white around his glass. "I just... I don't want her to rush into anything. As a friend. A protective friend. Who happens to be her brother's mate. And her future husband. But like, as a joke. Obviously."

"Obviously," Alex repeats dryly.

Suddenly, Charles straightens up. "Where did they go?"

The spot where you and Jacob were standing is empty. Lando's eyes scan the crowd, something uneasy settling in his stomach.

"Probably just getting more drinks," he says, but he's already standing up.

"Lando..." Alex starts.

"I just need some air," Lando cuts him off, making his way through the crowd.

The corridor leading to the outdoor area is quieter, the music muffled. That's when he hears raised voices.

"You're being ridiculous," Jacob's voice is sharp. "I was just talking to her."

"With your hand on her waist?" Your voice sounds tired. "While I was right there?"

"Oh, so I can't even network now? That's literally my job, YN. But I wouldn't expect you to understand that, since you're only here because of your brother."

Lando's feet move before his brain catches up.

"Everything alright out here?" His voice is deliberately light, but there's steel underneath.

"Fine," Jacob snaps. "Just having a private conversation with my girlfriend."

"Doesn't sound very private," Lando steps closer to you instinctively. "Or very pleasant."

"This doesn't concern you, Norris."

"See, that's where you're wrong, mate," Lando's usual playful demeanor is gone. "YN's wellbeing always concerns me. Future wife contract, remember? Legally binding and all that."

"We're still doing that joke?" Jacob scoffs. "Bit pathetic, don't you think?"

"Not as pathetic as hitting on sponsors' daughters while your girlfriend watches," Lando retorts, then softer, to you: "You okay, darling?"

The familiar pet name makes your chest tight. "I'm fine, Lando."

"Great, she's fine," Jacob moves to grab your arm. "Let's go."

"Touch her like that again," Lando's voice is deadly quiet, "and you'll be looking for a new marketing job. Might want to learn how the coffee machine works first though."

Jacob looks between you and Lando, jaw clenched. "Whatever. This is bullshit anyway. Call me when you're done playing happy families with your brother's friend."

He storms off, leaving you and Lando in charged silence.

"So," Lando finally says, attempting his usual lightness, "does this mean I can keep the dog name Fernando?"

You let out a watery laugh, and without thinking, he pulls you into a hug. You fit against him like you always have, his cologne familiar and comforting.

"My darling," he murmurs into your hair, then catches himself. "I mean... sorry. Probably shouldn't call you that anymore."

You pull back slightly to look at him. "You've been calling me that since we were teenagers."

"Yeah, well," he gives you a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "things change, don't they?"

The way he's looking at you makes your heart stutter. Has he always looked at you like that?

"Is he always like this?" Lando asks quietly, still holding you close. His usual playful tone is gone, replaced by something more serious than you're used to hearing from him.

"No, no," you shake your head quickly. Maybe too quickly, because Lando's brow furrows as he studies your face. "It's not— he's not usually... it was just a misunderstanding."

He's silent for a moment, his hands fidgeting like they always do when he's worried about something. "You'd tell me though, right? If he ever... if he's not good to you? Or tell George at least?"

"Of course," you try to smile reassuringly. "But really, today was just a bad night. Too much pressure, too much champagne..."

"YN," he cuts in, and the way he says your name instead of one of his usual pet names makes you look up at him. His eyes are intense, concerned. "Promise me."

"I promise," you say softly. "You're a great friend, Lando."

Something flickers across his face – so quick you almost miss it – before his signature grin returns, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Friend?" he scoffs, but his voice sounds slightly strained. "Future husband, remember? Can't have my darling dealing with drama alone. Bad for our future marriage prospects."

You laugh, and he joins in, but there's something heavy hanging in the air between you. Before either of you can say anything else, Alex's voice carries from the doorway.

"Found them! Everything okay out here?"

"Never better," Lando announces, stepping back and throwing an arm around your shoulders with practiced ease. But you notice how his smile doesn't quite match the one in all those podium photos from earlier. "Just reminding the future Mrs. Norris about our very legitimate marriage contract. Very binding. Legally waterproof and everything."

He's doing that thing he does when he's uncomfortable – talking too fast, jokes tumbling out one after another. But his hand squeezes your shoulder gently before he lets go, and you catch him glancing back at you as he bounces toward the club entrance, his "Let's celebrate my amazing win, shall we?" almost drowning out the sound of your heart beating too fast.

Alex watches the exchange with knowing eyes but mercifully says nothing, just offers his arm to escort you back inside.

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yn.russell british boy steps foot in mexico city and instantly thinks he's a local... who's gonna tell him

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username1 LANDO X LITTLE RUSSELL IS SO BACKKK

username2 he looks so cuute

username3 i know her bf is not going to like this

alex_albon he can't even keep tequila shots down. such a fake

↳ landonorris want to test that theory?

↳ charles_leclerc Poor little Lando Norris

username4 HELP SHES SO IN LOVE WITH HIM 😭

jacob___ 👀

↳ username1 i know he's JEALOUS

username5 the way yn's feed is like 60% lando

username6 MY PARENTS

landonorris why is my future wife so mean to me

↳ yn.russell LANDO

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Later that afternoon, you're sitting with Carmen in the Mercedes hospitality when George joins you, stealing a bite of your sandwich.

"Get your own food," you swat his hand away.

"Sharing is caring, little sis," he grins, then notices your expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you say automatically, but Carmen raises an eyebrow.

"She's overthinking," Carmen supplies helpfully. "About Jacob."

"I'm not overthinking," you protest. "I'm just... thinking. Normal amounts of thinking."

"About?" George prompts.

You fidget with your paddock pass. "He wants me to meet his parents. After Abu Dhabi. Says it's time we got more serious."

George's expression shifts slightly. "And you want that?"

"I mean... yeah? I think so. It makes sense, right? We've been together for a few months now, things are good..."

"Are they?" Carmen asks gently.

"Of course they are," you say, but your voice lacks conviction. "The Singapore thing was just a one-off. He apologized. He's been really sweet since then."

"Sweet enough to make up for being a dick?" George mutters.

"George."

"Sorry, sorry," he holds up his hands. "Just... you don't sound very excited about meeting his parents."

"I am excited," you insist. "It's just... a big step."

"Not as big as naming your future dog Fernando," Carmen says under her breath.

You shoot her a warning look. "Can we not?"

"Not what?" George asks.

"Nothing," you say quickly. "Just... Carmen thinks I'm not fully committed because..."

"Because you still light up every time Lando calls you 'darling'?" Carmen finishes.

"That's not— he calls everyone darling."

"No, he doesn't," George and Carmen say in unison.

"I hate you both," you groan. "Look, Lando and I are friends. That's all we've ever been. The whole future wife thing is just our running joke."

"Sure," Carmen nods. "That's why he looks like someone kicked his puppy every time Jacob touches you."

"He does not—" you start, but stop when you catch sight of Lando walking past. He gives you a small wave and his signature grin, but something about it seems off.

"Doesn't what?" George prompts.

"Nothing," you shake your head. "I should go. Jacob's waiting for me."

As you leave, you hear Carmen say to George, "They're both idiots, aren't they?"

"Complete idiots," George agrees. "But at least they're consistent about it."

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yn.russell happy birthday to my favorite “future husband” 🎂 from stealing your caps in karting to stealing your FIFA records (still undefeated btw), you've somehow become one of my favorite people in this weird little world of ours. here's to many more years of terrible jokes, impromptu dance parties in the garage, and you pretending to let me win at everything (we both know I'm just better 😌). love you loads landolorian 🤍

ps: fernando the nonexistent dog says happy birthday to his future dad x

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username1 THIS IS TOO CUTE

username2 YOUR HONOR IM CRYING

landonorris still waiting for that marriage certificate darling 💍 also you definitely cheated at FIFA last time

↳ yn.russell sounds like someone's a sore loser

↳ landonorris sounds like someone's avoiding the marriage topic

↳ georgerussell63 get a room you two

↳ landonorris working on it mate

↳ username1 LANDO WTF

↳ username2 HE HAS NO SHAME

mclaren Happy Birthday @/landonorris! @/yn.russell when's the wedding?

↳ landonorris asking the real questions admin

↳ oscarpiastri I'll officiate

↳ landonorris DEAL

↳ yn.russell STOP IT

jacob___ 🙄

↳ landonorris problem mate?

↳ yn.russell boys.

↳ username3 THE TENSION

username4 why aren't they together yet??

username5 my heart can't take this anymore just date already

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f1.gossip Lando Norris and YN Russell spotted getting cozy at his birthday celebration last night. Swipe for more 👀

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username1 "just friends" my ass

username2 no because why does he look at her like she hung the stars

username3 wait where's jacob? 👀

↳ username1 apparently he left early...

↳ username2 he posted from a different party later that night

username4 george watching his best friend and his sister like 🧍‍♂️

↳ username1 he's been watching this slow burn for years poor man

username5 jacob watching these photos like 👁👄👁

username6 the way lando calls her darling more than her actual boyfriend does

username7 who's gonna tell jacob his girlfriend has better chemistry with lando in these photos than their entire instagram feed

username8 the "future wife" jokes don't seem so jokey anymore huh

username9 okay but can we talk about how she literally glows when she's around him?

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The afternoon sun filters through your apartment windows as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You're going out to dinner with Jacob - another fancy restaurant, another chance for him to network while you smile politely beside him.

A knock at your door makes you pause. Opening it reveals Lando, holding a bag of takeaway and what appears to be your favorite ice cream.

"Oh," he says, taking in your dress and heels. "You're going out."

"Yeah," you adjust your earring, but can't help smiling at the familiar sight of him with food. "With Jacob. Remember?"

"Right," his smile dims slightly. "The boyfriend. Must've slipped my mind." He holds up the bags. "I brought provisions for our traditional post-race debrief. You know, where you tell me how amazing I was and I pretend to be humble about it?"

You laugh despite yourself. "Since when are you ever humble?"

"I'm incredibly humble. The most humble. No one's more humble than me," he grins, then peers around you into the apartment. "But seriously, can't you reschedule? I got your favorite ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, because I'm the best future husband ever."

"Still going with that, are we?" you ask, turning back to the mirror to check your lipstick.

"Always, darling," he follows you in, setting the food down and flopping onto your couch like he owns it. "It's legally binding, remember? Can't disappoint my mum now."

"I can't tonight," you say, checking your phone. "Jacob said he has something important to tell me."

"The one who made you cry?" Lando's voice loses some of its playfulness.

"That was one time," you defend, though without heat. "And he apologized. He actually told me he loves me last week. Says he wants us to be serious."

Lando sits up straighter, his usual energetic demeanor momentarily stilled. "And do you? Love him?"

"You don't know anything about my relationship, Lando," you say, but it comes out softer than intended.

"I know you," he counters, standing up and moving to lean against the wall near your mirror. "I know you scrunch your nose when you're trying not to laugh at bad jokes. I know you secretly love those terrible reality shows but pretend you're 'just watching them ironically.' I know you stress-eat ice cream when George has a bad race."

"That's different," you say, but you're fighting a smile.

"Is it?" he challenges, but his tone is gentle. "Look, I just... I want you to be happy. Even if it means dealing with boring Jacob who still can't work the coffee machine."

"He figured it out last week, actually," you laugh.

"Finally! Only took him what, six months?" Lando grins, then sobers slightly. "But seriously, if he makes you happy..."

"He does," you say, though something in your chest tightens. "Most of the time."

"Most of the time?" Lando raises an eyebrow. "That's not exactly a ringing endorsement, darling."

"Nobody's perfect."

"I am," he says immediately, making you laugh. "What? I'm just saying, our future children would have excellent genes. Plus, I make a mean cup of coffee."

Your phone buzzes - a text from Jacob asking where you are.

"I have to go," you say, grabbing your purse. "Lock up when you leave?"

"Fine," he sighs dramatically. "Abandon your future husband with melting ice cream. But just know, Fernando the dog is very disappointed in you."

"Still haven't given up on that name, huh?"

"Never," he grins, but something flickers in his eyes. "Save me some time this weekend? For proper FIFA revenge?"

"You mean so I can beat you again?"

"Excuse you, I let you win," he protests, following you to the door. "It's part of my long-term strategy."

"Which is?"

"Can't have my future wife thinking I'm bad at something, can I?" he winks. "Even though we both know I'm actually terrible at FIFA."

You shake your head, laughing. "Goodbye, Lando."

"Wait," he calls as you start down the hall. "Just... be happy, yeah? Even if it's with someone who took six months to learn how to make coffee."

"I am happy," you say, but even to your own ears, it sounds more like a question than a statement.

"If you say so, darling," he says quietly. "But just remember, the Fernando name reservation is still valid. You know, in case the coffee-challenged boyfriend doesn't work out."

You roll your eyes but can't help smiling as you walk away, trying to ignore the way your heart seems to be arguing with your head about exactly what - or who - makes you happiest. Behind you, you can hear him humming what sounds suspiciously like the wedding march, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

Because at the end of the day, he's still Lando. Your Lando. Even if you're not quite ready to admit what that really means.

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yn.russell last dinner date before heading back to the circus 🏎️ @/jacob___

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username1 ewww

username2 cute couple tbh

jacob___ miss you already x

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landonorris see you in las vegas darling x

↳ jacob___ can you not?

↳ landonorris sorry mate, contractual future wife obligations

↳ yn_russell boys. please.

↳ georgerussell63 🍿

↳ carlossainz55 Share some with me

↳ username1 LORD

↳ username2 THIS IS SO MESSYYYYY

username3 THIS COMMENT SECTION HAS ME IN TEARSSSS

username4 i feel like shit is about to hit the fan reaaaally soon

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"I just don't understand why you have to be there for every single race," Jacob's voice carries down the paddock corridor. "It's not like you're actually part of the team."

You're standing outside the McLaren hospitality, what started as a casual conversation having turned into yet another argument. "My brother races in F1, and Lando's one of my closest friends. Of course I'm going to be here."

"Right, Lando," Jacob scoffs. "Because God forbid you miss one of his races. Wouldn't want to disappoint your 'future husband.'"

"Don't do that," you say tiredly. "You know it's just a joke."

"Is it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you'd rather spend time with him than support your actual boyfriend's career."

"Your career? I've been to every single marketing event you've asked me to attend. I've smiled and networked and played the perfect girlfriend."

"Perfect?" He laughs humorlessly. "You barely talk to any of the sponsors. You're too busy hanging out in the Mercedes garage or watching Lando's practice sessions."

"That's not fair—"

"You know what's not fair? Having a girlfriend who's more invested in other people's careers than mine."

"I didn't realize I was supposed to give up my entire life just because we're dating."

"Your entire life?" His voice rises. "You mean hanging around the paddock like some glorified fan?"

You step back like he's slapped you. "Is that what you think I am?"

"I think," he says coldly, "that you need to figure out what's more important - playing happy families with your brother's friends or having a real relationship with someone who's actually going somewhere in life."

"Hey!" A sharp voice cuts through the tension. George is standing there, face thunderous. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Just having a private conversation with my girlfriend," Jacob says stiffly.

"Doesn't sound very private to me," George steps closer, positioning himself slightly in front of you. "Or very respectful."

"George, it's fine," you start, but he cuts you off.

"No, it's not fine," he says, not taking his eyes off Jacob. "No one talks to my sister like that."

Jacob holds up his hands. "Look, this is between me and YN."

"Not anymore it's not," George's voice is dangerously calm. "I think you should leave."

For a moment, it looks like Jacob might argue, but something in George's expression makes him think better of it. "Whatever. Call me when you're ready to be a proper girlfriend."

As he walks away, George turns to you, his anger melting into concern. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you say automatically, but your voice wavers.

"Come on," he wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you toward his driver room. "Let's talk."

Once inside, you sink onto the couch while George grabs two water bottles. "How long has he been talking to you like that?"

"It's not... it's not usually that bad," you say, fidgeting with the bottle label. "He's just stressed about work."

"That's not an excuse," George sits beside you. "Has he said things like this before? About you being just a fan?"

You stay quiet, which is answer enough.

"YN," George's voice softens. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's embarrassing," you admit quietly. "He's right, isn't he? I am just hanging around because of you."

"Stop," George says firmly. "You've been part of this world since we were kids. You understand racing better than half the people in the paddock. Hell, you probably know more about tire strategies than some of the engineers."

You manage a small laugh. "Only because you never shut up about them."

"Exactly," he grins, then turns serious again. "Look, being here isn't just about me. It's your life too. You've built relationships with everyone here. Carmen loves you, Alex considers you a little sister, and Lando..."

"Don't," you cut him off. "Please don't bring Lando into this."

George studies you for a moment. "Why not? He's your best friend."

"Because..." you trail off, not sure how to explain the complicated mix of emotions that surface whenever Lando's name comes up lately.

"Because Jacob's jealous of him?" George suggests gently.

"He's not... it's not like that."

"Isn't it?" George raises an eyebrow. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like your boyfriend has a problem with how close you are to someone who's been in your life a lot longer than he has."

"Lando and I are just friends," you say, but the words feel hollow.

"Are you?" George asks softly. "Because friends don't look at each other the way you two do. Friends don't have elaborate future plans including dogs named Fernando. Friends don't get that look in their eyes when the other person is dating someone else."

"George..."

"I'm just saying," he continues, "maybe Jacob isn't entirely wrong to be jealous. Just... wrong about everything else."

You're quiet for a moment, processing. "I don't know what to do."

"Yes, you do," George says simply. "You just need to be honest with yourself about what - or who - actually makes you happy."

"It's not that simple."

"Why not?" He challenges. "Because from what I just heard, Jacob doesn't make you happy. He makes you feel small. And my little sister," he squeezes your shoulder, "deserves someone who makes her feel like she could take on the world."

"Someone like Lando?" You ask quietly.

"I didn't say that," George grins. "But now that you mention it..."

You shove him playfully. "Shut up."

"Make me," he laughs, then sobers. "Seriously though, YN. You deserve better than someone who makes you question your place here. This is your home too."

You lean your head on his shoulder. "When did you get so wise?"

"I've always been wise. I'm the older sibling, remember?"

"By like two years!"

"Still counts," he says smugly, then adds more seriously, "Just... promise me you'll think about what I said? About being honest with yourself?"

"I promise," you say softly, even as your mind drifts to a certain curly-haired driver who's probably wondering where you are for your traditional pre-race FIFA tournament.

"Good," George stands up. "Now, want to go watch Lando absolutely butcher his quali prep? I heard he's still convinced he can take turn 3 flat out."

You laugh, letting him pull you up. "Some things never change, do they?"

"Nope," George agrees, but there's something knowing in his smile. "And some things are just waiting for you to realize they've been there all along."

As you walk toward the McLaren garage, you can't help but think about how some of the best things in life start as jokes - like a fourteen-year-old boy declaring you'll have papaya orange wedding colors, or a nickname that feels more like home than any other word in the world.

Maybe it's time to stop pretending it's all just a joke.

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yn.russell my big brother just won in VEGAS!!! 🏆✨ from watching you race karts in the rain to watching you stand on top of the podium under those lights... i've never been prouder to be a russell. you deserve this more than anyone georgie. also thanks for letting me steal your champagne and ruin your hair before the photos 😘

ps: mum's crying, dad's crying, i'm crying, even fernando the dog is crying and he's not real x

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username1 I LOVE THEM SMMMM

username2 THIS IS MY FAMILY

georgerussell63 love you little sis ❤️ (but i was definitely the cuter kid)

↳ yn_russell keep telling yourself that x

↳ landonorris can confirm yn was the cuter kid

↳ georgerussell63 no one asked you lando

↳ landonorris just supporting my future wife mate

↳ yn.russell boys please this is george's moment

username2 THE WAY SHE RAN TO HIM IN PARC FERME 😭

username3 sibling goals fr

username4 ok but can we talk about how lando waited to celebrate with george until after yn had her moment with him 🥺

↳ username1 future brother in law behavior

username5 wait why isn't jacob in any of these photos? Wasn't he there?

carmenmmundt so proud of you both ❤️

↳ landonorris *all three of us

↳ carmenmmundt ?

↳ landonorris future wife = future family

↳ yn.russell this is GEORGE'S post omg

↳ landonorris sorry darling carry on x

charles_leclerc the russell genes are strong

↳ landonorris hopefully our kids get her genes

↳ georgerussell63 LANDO.

↳ yn.russell i swear to god

↳ landonorris what? just planning ahead 😌

username6 THIS COMMENT SECTION IS KILLING ME

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The Abu Dhabi night is alive with celebration, the McLaren garage covered in papaya and champagne. But you're hidden away in one of the quiet corridors behind hospitality, mascara smudged, trying to muffle your sobs.

"There you are, darling! We've been looking everywhere for—" Lando's voice cuts off abruptly when he sees you. "YN?"

You quickly try to wipe your tears, but it's too late. His championship-winning smile vanishes instantly as he drops down beside you.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" His voice is soft, concerned. When you don't answer, he gently takes your hands away from your face. "Talk to me."

"It's stupid," you manage to say. "You should be celebrating. You just won the constructors'."

"Pretty sure the champagne will still be there in ten minutes," he says, thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek. "What happened?"

You take a shaky breath. "Jacob... he..." Your voice breaks.

Lando's expression hardens. "What did he do?"

"He broke up with me," you let out a bitter laugh. "Apparently now that he's secured a position at Mercedes for next season, he doesn't need the Russell connection anymore."

"He what?" Lando's voice is dangerously quiet.

"Turns out I was just... convenient. A way to get closer to Toto. To Mercedes." Your voice cracks again. "God, I feel so stupid."

"You're not stupid," Lando says fiercely. "He's the stupid one. He's worse than stupid, he's a complete—"

"I really thought..." you cut him off, fresh tears falling. "I actually thought he cared about me."

Without hesitation, Lando pulls you into his arms. You bury your face in his race suit, still damp with champagne, and let yourself break.

"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you, darling."

You stay like that for a while, his hands running soothingly up and down your back as you cry. The distant sounds of celebration feel like they're from another world.

"Want me to crash his car?" Lando finally asks, making you let out a watery laugh. "I could do it. Make it look like an accident. I am a professional driver, after all."

"Lando..."

"Or we could put laxatives in his coffee. Though he'd probably notice, since he still can't make a proper cup himself."

Despite everything, you find yourself smiling slightly.

"There's my girl," he says softly, then catches himself. "I mean... sorry. Probably shouldn't..."

"It's okay," you whisper. "I've always been your girl. Even if it was just as a joke."

Something shifts in his expression. "YN..."

"Don't," you pull back slightly. "Please. I can't... I can't lose you too. Not tonight."

He studies your face for a long moment, then nods, pulling you back against his chest. "You'll never lose me. Future husband contract, remember? Legally binding. Can't get rid of me that easily."

You close your eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. "Promise?"

"Promise," he kisses the top of your head. "Besides, Fernando still needs both his parents."

This gets a real laugh out of you. "We don't actually have a dog, Lando."

"Yet," he corrects. "We don't have a dog yet. But when we do—"

"His name will be Fernando," you finish with him, and for a moment, everything feels okay again.

"Want me to get George?" he asks after a while.

You shake your head. "Not yet. Can we just... stay here for a bit?"

"As long as you need," he says, and you can hear his heart beating steadily under your ear. "I'm not going anywhere."

In the distance, someone calls his name.

"Go," you start to pull away. "They need their champion."

"They can wait," he says firmly, pulling you back. "You need me more."

And maybe it's the way he says it, or the gentle kiss he presses to your temple, or how his arms feel like the safest place in the world, but suddenly you realize what everyone's been trying to tell you all along.

This was never just a joke to him.

And maybe, just maybe, it was never really a joke to you either.

But that's a revelation for another night, when your heart isn't quite so broken and his race suit isn't covered in your tears. For now, you let yourself be held by your best friend, your future husband, your Lando, as the Abu Dhabi night carries on without you.

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yn.russell back to my favorite job: professional thirdwheel 🏖️ (at least they feed me occasionally) @/georgerussell63 @/carmenmmundt

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username1 MY PARENTS

username2 wait... where's jacob? 👀

↳ username1 he unfollowed her last week 👀

↳ username3 tea incoming

georgerussell63 You love us

↳ yn.russell debatable

↳ carmenmmund We literally paid for your dinner

↳ yn.russell okay fine you're alright

landonorris need a fourth wheel? 👀

↳ yn.russell ...

↳ landonorris i'll bring snacks

username4 THE WAY LANDO COMMENTED SO FAST

username5 LANDO THIS IS YOUR CHANCE

username6 single little russell era is coming

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The winter sun is setting early, casting long shadows across your apartment. It's been a month days since Abu Dhabi, a months since Jacob revealed his true colors, and you're curled up on your couch in your comfiest sweats, surrounded by empty ice cream containers.

George and Carmen tried to cheer you up, making you tag along on their vacation, but now that you were back home, the sulking feeling inevitably came back too.

A familiar pattern of knocks at your door makes you groan. "Go away, Lando."

"Not a chance, darling," his voice calls back. "I come bearing provisions!"

"I don't need provisions," you call out, but you're already getting up to open the door. "I need to wallow in peace."

You open the door to find Lando, arms full of bags, wearing a ridiculously oversized hoodie that you're pretty sure belongs to George.

"Wallowing is officially cancelled," he announces, breezing past you into the apartment. "We're having a proper heartbreak recovery session."

"We are?"

"Absolutely," he starts unpacking the bags. "I've got all the essentials. More ice cream - mint chocolate chip, obviously. Every terrible rom-com Netflix has to offer. Popcorn. Those weird crisps you like that no one else understands. And..." he pulls out a bottle with flourish, "your favorite wine."

"Lando..."

"No arguments," he says firmly, but gently. "I'm not leaving you alone to cry over that coffee-challenged idiot."

"I wasn't crying," you protest weakly.

He raises an eyebrow at your clearly tear-stained face. "Right. And I'm not the most talented driver on the grid."

This actually makes you laugh. "Your modesty never fails to amaze me."

"I know, I know, I'm incredible," he grins, already making himself at home on your couch. "Now come here. We're starting with The Notebook because I know it's your guilty pleasure, even though you pretend to hate it."

"I do hate it," you say, but you're already curling up next to him.

"Sure you do, darling," he throws a blanket over both of you. "Just like you hate reality TV and actually love Jacob's boring marketing presentations."

You wince slightly at Jacob's name, and Lando immediately softens.

"Sorry," he says quietly. "No more mentions of He Who Shall Not Be Named. Though I still think we should put glitter in his car ventilation system."

"George already offered to have him banned from the paddock," you smile slightly.

"Good man, your brother," Lando nods approvingly. "Though my revenge plans are much more creative. I was thinking we could reprogram his laptop to only play 'Baby Shark' when he opens PowerPoint..."

You can't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous."

"Made you smile though, didn't I?" he says softly, and something in his voice makes you look up at him.

"You always do," you admit quietly.

He holds your gaze for a moment before clearing his throat. "Right, well, that's what future husbands are for, isn't it? Can't have my darling being sad. Bad for our wedding photos."

"Still going with that, are we?"

"Always," he says, and despite his light tone, there's something earnest in his eyes. "Someone's got to look after you properly."

"I can look after myself," you point out.

"Oh, I know," he grins. "But it's more fun together, isn't it? Plus, who else is going to appreciate your terrible taste in movies?"

"My taste is not terrible!"

"Darling, you genuinely enjoyed that film about the talking cats."

"It was artistic!"

"It was horrifying," he laughs, pulling you closer. "But I watched it three times with you anyway."

"Because you're a good friend," you say softly.

Something flickers across his face. "Yeah," he says after a moment. "The best friend you'll ever have. Even if you have questionable taste in everything except future husbands."

You roll your eyes but can't help smiling. "Speaking of questionable taste, weren't we supposed to be watching The Notebook?"

"Oh right!" he brightens, grabbing the remote. "Time to pretend you're not going to cry at the end."

"I never cry at the end."

"Darling, you've cried every single time we've watched it."

"Have not!"

"Have too! Remember last time? You got tears all over my favorite hoodie."

"That was one time!"

"One time this month, maybe," he grins, then softens. "It's okay though. My hoodies are always available for your tears. Even if they're about stupid coffee-challenged marketing guys who don't deserve them."

You lean your head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Lando."

"For what?"

"For being you. For being here. For..." you gesture at all the supplies he brought. "For everything."

He's quiet for a moment, then presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Always, darling. In sickness and in health, remember?"

"We're not actually married, Lando."

"Yet," he corrects, but there's something in his voice that makes your heart skip. "We're not actually married yet."

The movie starts playing, but you're more aware of his steady breathing, of how perfectly you fit against his side, of how safe you feel in this moment. And maybe it's too soon, maybe your heart is still too raw, but you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, the right person has been here all along.

But that's a thought for another day. For now, you let yourself be comforted by your best friend, your constant, your Lando, as he quotes along with the movie and keeps you supplied with ice cream and terrible jokes until you're laughing more than you're crying.

And if you do end up crying at the end of The Notebook, well, his hoodie is already there to catch your tears.

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yn.russell FIRST RACE OF THE SEASON. WHAT A RIDE !!!! lando winning and georgie on podium. ALEX P5 !!!! all of my boys killing it 🥺 so happy to be back, i missed this so much

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username1 LITTLE RUSSELL BIGGEST SUPPORTER

username2 SHE WAS SO HAPPY FOR LANDO OMFG

username3 still gutted for the missed mclaren 1-2 but GEORGE P3!!

carmenmmundt You almost broke my hand with all the squeezing !! Missed you so happy my girl 🤍

↳ username1 AHH LITTLE RUSSELL IS HEALING

username4 the way she JUMPED into lando's arms

ciscanorris My future daughter in law! It was so good to see you

↳ username1 AHH MAMA NORRIS CLAIMING HER

landonorris THAT WAS FOR YOU MY DARLINGGG

↳ yourinstagram 🥺

↳ username2 AHH SHE DIDN'T CORRECT HIM

georgerussell63 Love you sis, even tho you hugged Lando first

↳ yn.russell he won okay

↳ landonorris and i'm her future husband

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The Miami night air is warm and sweet, carrying the distant sounds of celebration from the post race party below. You're leaning against the balcony railing, watching the lights of the circuit sparkle in the distance, when familiar footsteps approach.

"There's my darling," Lando's voice is soft as he joins you. "Hiding from your adoring public?"

You smile, not looking away from the view. "Just needed some air."

The past few months flash through your mind - Lando showing up at your door with takeaway after particularly hard days, marathon gaming sessions that somehow always ended with you falling asleep on his shoulder, countless movie nights where he'd quote every line just to make you laugh. He never let you wallow, never let you retreat into sadness. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite coffee in the morning or sending you ridiculous memes at 3 AM, he was constantly there, slowly piecing your heart back together without you even realizing it.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks, bumping your shoulder gently with his.

"Just thinking about everything that's changed since last season."

He hums in agreement. "Good changes though, right?"

You finally turn to look at him, really look at him. His curls slightly messy from running his hands through them - a nervous habit you've known since you were teenagers. But there's something different in the way he's looking at you now, something that makes your heart skip.

"Yeah," you say softly. "Good changes."

He takes a step closer, and suddenly the air feels charged with possibility. "You know, I've been thinking..."

"Dangerous hobby," you tease, falling into your familiar pattern.

"Very dangerous," he agrees, but his voice is serious. "Been thinking about how sometimes the best things in life start as jokes."

Your breath catches. "Lando..."

"Like when a fourteen-year-old boy tells this pretty girl she's going to be his future wife," he continues, taking another step closer. "And he keeps saying it for years, making it this big running joke, because it's easier than admitting that maybe, just maybe, it was never really a joke at all."

"What are you saying?" you whisper, though your heart already knows the answer.

He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. "I'm saying that I've been in love with you since we were kids. I'm saying that every time I called you darling, every time I talked about our future dog Fernando, every time I claimed the future husband title - I meant it. All of it."

"Lando..." your voice wavers.

"I know it's only been a few months since... everything," he says quickly. "And if you're not ready, if you don't feel the same way, we can pretend this never happened. We can go back to just joking around. But I needed you to know that for me, it was never just a joke. You were never just a joke."

You stare at him, this boy who's been your constant, your safe place, your home for so long. And suddenly everything clicks into place.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he says softly, giving you time to pull away if you want to.

You don't.

His lips meet yours, gentle at first, like he's afraid you might break. But when your hands slide into his curls, pulling him closer, the kiss deepens into something that feels like coming home and falling free all at once.

When you finally break apart, he rests his forehead against yours. "So," he says, slightly breathless, "about that legally binding marriage contract..."

You laugh, the sound full of joy. "Still going with that, are we?"

"Always," he grins, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. "Though now I'm thinking maybe we should make it official. You know, for Fernando's sake."

"We still don't have a dog, Lando."

"Yet," he corrects, pulling you closer. "We don't have a dog yet. But we will. Right after the wedding. Which will definitely have papaya orange colors because I called dibs when we were fourteen and—"

You cut him off with another kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.

"FINALLY!"

You break apart to find George standing in the doorway, grinning like he just won the championship.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Lando grumbles, but he doesn't let go of you.

"On a balcony door?" George raises an eyebrow. "Besides, I've been watching you two dance around each other for months. Years, actually."

"Have not," you protest.

"Have too," both men say in unison.

"I hate you both," you mutter, but you're fighting a smile.

"No you don't," Lando says confidently. "You love me. You're going to marry me and we're going to have a dog named Fernando and—"

"Still with the dog name?" George groans.

"It's tradition!" Lando defends. "Tell him, darling, tell him how important traditions are."

You look between your brother and the boy - no, the man - who's been your everything for so long, and feel your heart might burst with happiness.

"Actually," you say slowly, "I was thinking maybe we could name the dog George."

"What?" both men exclaim.

You burst out laughing at their expressions. "Just kidding. Fernando it is."

"See?" Lando beams at George. "She agrees with me. Because she loves me. Because we're getting married. Because—"

"Because it was never really a joke?" you finish softly.

His expression softens as he looks at you. "Never."

"Right," George clears his throat. "I'm going to leave before this gets any more sickeningly sweet. But Lando?"

"Yeah?"

"Hurt my sister and they'll never find your body."

"Please," Lando scoffs, pulling you closer. "I've been planning our future since I was fourteen. I'm not about to mess it up now."

As George leaves, shaking his head but smiling, Lando turns back to you.

"So," he says, his eyes twinkling, "about those wedding colors..."

You silence him with another kiss, thinking about how sometimes the best love stories start as jokes, and how sometimes the person you're meant to be with has been there all along, calling you darling and planning your future with a dog named Fernando.

And maybe, just maybe, those papaya orange wedding colors don't sound so bad after all.

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yn.russell turns out some jokes become reality 🧡 @/landonorris (yes, we're actually getting the dog. yes, his name will be fernando. no, this isn't a drill - the future wife position has officially been filled, i love you my lando)

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username1 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING??? 😭😭😭

username2 THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN THE MIDDLE OF STARBUCKS

username3 THE FUTURE WIFE JOKES WERE REAL ALL ALONG

georgerussell63 About bloody time 🙄 (but actually very happy for you both)

alex_albon the group chat can finally rest, no more "should I tell her?" messages from lando every 5 minutes

carmenmmundt The paddock's favorite love story

ciscanorris Finally! I've only been waiting for this announcement since they were teenagers 🥰

username4 the way this man has been calling her darling for YEARS and we all thought it was just banter 😭😭

username5 THE WAY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE 2019

username6 ok but can we talk about how he's literally been manifesting this since they were TEENAGERS???

username7 this is actually the cutest thing ever like???? he's been planning their wedding since he was 14???? hello???

username8 the way george is probably somewhere being like "finally i don't have to pretend i don't see them flirting"

landonorris worth the wait, every single second❤️ love you darling x

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It's a lazy Sunday afternoon in late summer, and you're curled up on your couch with a book when you hear Lando's key in the door. You smile, not looking up - he's been coming and going from your place so much lately that it feels more like his home than his own apartment.

"Darling!" his voice calls out, sounding suspiciously excited. "Close your eyes!"

"Why?" you ask warily. "Last time you had a surprise, it didn't end well."

"Just trust me!"

You sigh fondly, closing your eyes. "Fine, but this better be good."

You hear him moving around, and then something warm and furry lands in your lap.

Your eyes fly open to find yourself face to face with the most adorable chocolate Labrador puppy you've ever seen. The puppy immediately starts licking your face while Lando watches, beaming with pure joy.

"Lando..." you breathe, already in love with the wiggling bundle of fur. "What did you do?"

"Well," he drops onto the couch beside you, reaching over to scratch the puppy's ears, "I was thinking about how we've been together for months now, and living together basically even though we pretend we don't, and how there's this one very important member of our family still missing..."

"You didn't," you whisper, even as the puppy settles contentedly in your lap.

"I did," he grins. "Meet Fernando. Finally."

You look between Lando and the puppy - Fernando - feeling your heart might burst. "You actually named him Fernando?"

"Of course I did! I've been planning this since I was fourteen, remember?" His eyes soften. "Plus, I made you a promise, didn't I?"

"We're not married yet," you point out, but you can't stop smiling.

"Yet," he emphasizes, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "But really, I thought... I mean, we practically live together anyway. Might as well make it official. You, me, and Fernando."

You look down at the puppy, who's now snoring softly in your lap, then back at Lando. "Are you asking me to move in with you? Properly?"

"Maybe," he fidgets slightly. "Unless you think it's too soon? I know we haven't been together that long, but it feels like we've been building towards this forever, you know? And I thought, with Fernando here now..."

You cut off his rambling with a kiss. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I'll move in with you. Properly. All three of us."

His face lights up like you've just given him the best gift in the world. "Really?"

"Really," you laugh.

"You're ridiculous," you tell him fondly.

"You love it," he says confidently.

"I do," you admit softly. "I love you."

His expression melts into that soft look he reserves just for you. "I love you too, darling. Both of you," he adds as Fernando stirs and licks his hand.

Just then, your phone buzzes - a text from George.

"Oh no," you groan, reading it. "George is coming over."

"Perfect!" Lando brightens. "He can meet his nephew!"

"You did not just call our dog George's nephew."

"Of course I did! He's family now. Speaking of which..." he pulls out his phone, "my mum's been asking when we're bringing Fernando to visit."

Before you can respond, George's voice carries through the door. "Why is there puppy food in the hallway?"

Lando jumps up excitedly. "Ready to meet Uncle George, Fernando?"

The puppy perks up at his name, tail wagging as George opens the door.

"You didn't," George says, taking in the scene.

"We did!" Lando announces proudly. "Meet your nephew!"

"My... nephew?"

"Fernando Russell-Norris," Lando declares. "Well, technically just Norris for now, but that'll change once your sister finally agrees to marry me."

"Still waiting on that proposal, aren't you?" George smirks.

"All in good time," Lando winks at you. "Got to do it properly, haven't I?"

You watch George pretend not to be completely smitten with Fernando, while Lando chatters about all his plans for family weekends and teaching Fernando tricks. You can't help but think about how sometimes the best things in life start as jokes about future marriages and dogs named Fernando.

"Our little family," Lando says softly, pulling you close while Fernando attempts to climb into George's lap.

And as you lean into his side, watching your brother and your boyfriend argue about who gets to be Fernando's favorite uncle (while the puppy seems more interested in chewing George's shoelaces), you realize that this - this moment, this love, this little family - is better than any dream you could have had.

It's your reality. Your perfect, slightly chaotic, absolutely wonderful reality.

#JUHOON - jjuhoon

#MARTIN - MARS

#SEONGHYEON - seanboii

#KEONHO - k.eonho

his mouth is warm and clumsy, moving with unplanned precision against yours than he usually has— this is all desperation and tipsy affection. he hiccups once, twice into the kiss, chuckling before reconnecting his lips with yours. you feel your knees becoming weaker.

you try to push him away but he only leans in even more, humming into the kiss like he has been craving this all night. he slides his hand up your back, pressing you impossibly close to him, both his hands anchoring to your body.

he pulls back just a little, lips brushing yours, eyes fluttering. “you taste like forever,” he whispers, so seriously that your chest tightens despite the absurdity.

“sunghoon, there are still people here—” you gasp, pulling him back by his raven hair. he winces as the pull softly, but refuses to let you go.

“there’s no one here but us and destiny,” he breathes, and kisses you again before you can even roll your eyes.

this time the kiss is slower, softer, he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, his hands soon finding your cheeks. although he reeked of alcohol still, you couldn’t shake him away. you gasp softly as he tilts his head, deepening it—his mouth opening against yours with such yearning, you nearly forget where you are. his lips trail down to your jaw for a second, then back up, brushing teasingly slow before capturing your bottom lip again with a sigh.

“sunghoon,” you whisper against him, dizzy, drunk in love as well. but sunghoon only hums against your lips, and kisses them soft. slow. longer and lingering, blushing like he’s kissing for the first time.

“enough now,” you pant for breath as he pulls away, hitting his chest, “we have to go— what are you doing?”

sunghoon suddenly drops down on his knees. like, actually drops, hard, on the pavement outside the wedding venue with flickering lights still on.

you gape, “oh my god, ‘hoon! get up, you’re ruining your pants!”

“no!” he shouts, well, slurs incoherently while his arms wrap around your waist, “this is it. i have waited for this and i will say it.”

“get up—”

“y/n,” he cuts you off, dramatically clutching at his chest like he’s been shot. “i am so, so in love with you. like there is nothing in this world i wouldn’t do for you and—”

“oh my god.”

he takes a deep breath, then grabs your hand in both of his, pressing it to his heart. “marry me,” he says, eyes shiny with sincerity and tequila. “please. i’ll be so good. i’ll do the dishes. i’ll learn to cook. i’ll stop trying to do flips at weddings. probably.”

“you’re so drunk,” you try to lean in, eyes pricking with tears of both laughter and yearning.

“but I’m serious,” he insists, eyes locking onto yours like they’re the only steady thing in his spinning world. “i want to marry you. tonight. tomorrow. whenever. just—say yes. please, baby, please.”

“sunghoon, baby,” you sigh, controlling your chuckle as you start to caress his neck and face, “get up.”

“if i—” hiccup “get up, will you marry me?” sunghoon pouts.

“yes!” you almost shout, a little laughter escaping you. your heart aches, he is a total mess, drunk to the nose, shit crumples and knees dirty from the pavement as he stands up. but through all of that, you know he means all of it.

“okay,” sunghoon straightens his back, holding your hands, “we are married now. can i kiss my bride?”

you almost cry, tugging softly at his hands, “yes.”

he doesn’t waste no time, immediately capturing your lips in his, pulling you impossibly close again. hands resting on your cheeks, sunghoon truly loves you.

스루 ܃ never lower your standards, if your man doesn’t get on his knees for you, boy next 😹