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PARK JAY

when you’re upset, it’s never loud. no raised voice, no sharp sighs like any normal person would. just that calm, steady tone that makes jay’s chest tighten instantly. he finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked up, scrolling on your phone like nothing’s wrong, but he knows better. you’re silent, eyes glued to your phone, lips pressed tight. “princess, talk to me.” he’s already pulling you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles. when you don’t answer, he kisses the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair, "please, baby, don’t be mad.” you finally speak, voice low, “you didn’t text when you said you would.” he blinks, trying not to smile, but his heart aches at how serious you are. he feels a rush of relief that it’s not something bigger, but that doesn’t stop him from being apologetic. his hand moves to cup your cheek. "won’t happen again, promise,” he murmurs.

SIM JAKE

jake’s eyes are locked on you, the rare, soft curve of your lips catching him off guard. you don’t smile much, but when you do, it’s like everything stops for a second. he freezes, his heart stuttering, and for a split second, he forgets how to breathe. he’s trying to play it cool, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze is fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look when you smile. “god,” he mutters. he swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he can't stop watching you. he leans in closer, voice low and teasing, “you know, princess, you should smile more. it's pretty on you," "don't tease me," you murmur, but he can't help but smile back.

PARK SUNGHOON

you walk half a step ahead of him, hands buried in your coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes fixed forward. sunghoon knows better. he drifts close anyway. he doesn’t comment on it. his shoulder brushing yours, and casually hooks his pinky around yours like it’s nothing. you don’t look at him. you don’t slow down. you definitely don’t react. he smiles to himself. but you don’t pull away either. later, when he squeezes your hand and calls you his pretty girl, you let him (just this once).

KIM SUNOO

you’re quieter than usual, curled into his side on the couch, fever-warm and tired enough than you gave up pretending you weren't sick. sunoo frowns immediately. “look at me. you’re burning. you didn’t tell me you felt this sick,” he says, fingers already in your hair, brushing it back like it’s muscle memory. you mumble, “didn't want to worry you,” and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not an excuse. you have to drink water. and eat. and rest.” he cups your face anyway, thumbs warm against your cheeks. you huff a weak laugh, and he smiles like he’s won something. “sunoo,” you mumble. “mm?” “can you stay?" he grins. “always.”

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon’s leaning against the counter, arms loose, watching you like he always does. “you’re doing that thing again,” he says, stepping closer. . “what thing,” you reply flatly, not moving, just looking at him. he hums, crowding your space, hands sliding to your waist. “waiting.” you don’t answer. he leans in slowly, teasing, noses brushing, and you tilt your head just a fraction. he smiles and pulls back on purpose. "idiot." you grab his jaw with two fingers and pull him back into a kiss. he laughs against your lips, kissing you slow.

NISHIMURA RIKI

you blink, “what??”

he shrugs, suddenly snapping back into reality, then scratching the back of his neck.

“sorry.. you’re just- yeah, never mind forget that,”

you roll your eyes, but then he lets out a soft awkward laugh, pulling you in closer.

“worth it” he adds

bf!ollie who calls you first after everything.

it doesn’t matter if it’s a good race, bad race, average race. his phone is already in his hand before anyone else can get to him.

“hi,” he blurts out when you answer, voice softer than it was in the paddock, even quieter?

you tell you saw everything, that you’re proud of him. then there’s a pause.

“okay” he breathes out, smiling so wide you can hear it from the other side of the phone. “now i’m good,”

bf!ollie who pretends he’s not clingy, but in reality─he absolutely is.

you’re standing next to him, not even touching in the slightest bit, yet somehow his hand always finds your waist anyway. resting there steadily.

“you don’t have to hold onto me, you know,” you tease

he hums, distracted “yeah, i know”

in the end, he doesn’t remove it. instead he tightens it─by just a bit─as if the idea of letting go never even crossed his mind.

bf!ollie who makes fun of your american pronunciation.

you don’t realize what you’ve said until he snorts

“sorry─say that one more time?”

“..water?”

“right, because there’s absolutely no T in that word for you, is there?”

you roll your eyes. “here we go again!”

he grins, leaning in close. “i’m being serious! it’s like you just decided halfway through the word that you were bored.”

you shove him softly, “well! i don’t make fun of how you say things”

he hums. “that’s because i say things correctly,”

bf!ollie who

debriefs races with you like it’s sacred.

you both are sitting on the floor, backs against the couch, while his head is thrown back─replaying laps in his head over and over again,

“right there” he says suddenly, pointing at nothing.. “that’s where i messed up,”

after a moment of silence, he adds on quietly: “you don’t have to understand this-“

you cut him off with a soft smile, “but i understand you,”

he goes quiet after that.

bf!ollie who remembers the smallest things about you.

things like your coffee order before you can even say it. the way you like your pillow flipped to the cool side. which days are harder and which days you need extra patience. and when you finally call him out on it, he only shrugs.

“it’s easy,” he says, like it’s supposed to be obvious. “it’s you”

bf!ollie who talks about the future more than he realizes.

you’re lying on the carpet together, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, his arm heavily wrapped around your waist. 

that’s when he says very casually: “when we’ve got a place that actually looks like it belongs to us, i want a carpet like this, very comfy”

you turn your head to look at him, putting your phone down. “and when is that?”

he shrugs, smiling as if it’s obvious, like it’s already been decided long ago.