HAND-KISSES - l. yamal
inwhich! you are far from spain, barcelona, on a modeling trip, all the way in morocco. you’ve been apart from lamine for a week now, and you suddenly get spam texts from him. only for it ending up to be kenye telling you how much he misses you.
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you’ve had a tough week being in a country without knowing the language. last time you came to morocco was a year after meeting your current boyfriend of five years, lamine yamal. he took you on his family trip and he, including his family, translated everything for you.
lamine never pressured you to learn arabic since you already know how to speak a couple languages. he didn’t want to stress you out too much, but you’ve always wanted to learn. you tried your hardest every time, but could never get the hang of it.
and you knew the language was different than all the ones you know, especially english, but it never fully clicked since you had people translating for you. you just told them what you wanted to say and they’d tell you what you wanted to hear.
you were invited to walk a runway in morocco with victoria secret, it had always been a dream of yours, and unfortunately lamine nor his family could make it since he had very important games to attend. and you yourself had no family willing to attend either way.
you had just finished another exhausting day filled with unwanted interviews, photographs, autographs, and modeling. not that you really minded the autographs, you were always flattered to see people look up to you. the day was also exhausting because it was another day without lamine. ever since you met him, which was in junior high, you had never gone more than one day without seeing him.
him being too busy to text all the time hurt a little as well. you’d find yourself listening and watching old videos and texts he’d sent you, and scrolling through his private instagram.
you ran yourself a steaming hot bath, hoping to relive some of your stress. you added a cute pink bathbomb, got some snacks ready on a tray, and played some music. right as you were going to close your eyes you heard your phone buzz to your left. you assumed it was a friend or a modeling opportunity, so you left it alone since it was late.
but then it buzzed again, and again, and again, and five more times.
you finally picked it up, feeling your chest tighten with a little anger, letting out a sigh and rolling your eyes to yourself. it wasn’t only until you unlocked your phone you realized it was lamine’s contact. you instantly wiped your hands dry and clicked on them.
lamine ❤️: y/n hol
lamine ❤️: ola
lamine ❤️: hola.
lamine ❤️: were you are
lamine ❤️: were?
lamine ❤️: y/n hallo
lamine ❤️: y/n miss yiu
lamine ❤️: you.
you weren’t sure whether to laugh or be worried. you assumed lamine may have gotten drunk, but hoped not.
you: hola mi amor ❤️
you: i miss you baby, are you okay?
lamine ❤️: y/n. okay
you: are you drunk, lamine?
you: where are you?
lamine ❤️: lamine gone.
lamine ❤️: i am kenye and at room.
you smiled softly at your phone, half glad it wasn’t lamine drunk and instead kenye who missed you, but also a bit upset that it wasn’t lamine texting you.
you: and where is lamine bebe?
lamine ❤️: 😴😴😴😴💤💤🛌🥱🥱🥱
lamine ❤️: lamine left me. sad.
lamine ❤️: 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😢😢😔☹️😞😪😓
you: it’s okay kenye, i’m here.
you: 🥰🥰🦖🦖🦕
you smiled to yourself once more, knowing he loved dinosaurs and the dinosaur emojis usually calmed him down and made him smile.
lamine ❤️: don’t tell y/n. shhhhh
lamine ❤️: secret picture.
you: ouuuu is there any with another girl? 🤣🤣😳
you laugh to yourself, knowing you’re semi-serious.
lamine ❤️: hold horse.
lamine ❤️: BAD Y/N
lamine ❤️: YOU EF wurd
you: bebe nooo 🫠🫠
you: forgive me, i’m sorry 😢😪😔☹️😥😓🥺🥺
you exaggerate your use of emojis so he’d get the message. you were also relieved to only see pictures of you, even though you weren’t really worried, but you never know. you noticed the second picture he sent was one that kenye took on your phone and you sent to him, it was one of the first times you three traveled alone to a new country, and you babysat kenye since you had caught a cold a couple days before the game and couldn’t attend.
you wait for a text back, but you suddenly get a call from him. you answer as fast as you could.
“hola, kenye?” you say, not wanting to show too much of your face since you’re in the shower, but you take a quick look and see lamine’s sleepy face instead.
“hi mi amor.” he spoke with a grunt, you could hear kenye complaining about wanting to text you again in the background.
“lamine! baby! how are you?” you smile, showing him your face, your hair tied up in a bun, “kenye was texting me on your phone.”
“i know, he woke me up,” he grunted once more, “i’m glad he texted you and not my coach or something.” he laughs softly.
“yeah.” you giggle along, biting your lip, not knowing what else to say.
“he really misses you, y’know,” lamine says while finally sitting up in his bed and turning his led lights up on a dark purple, “he won’t shut up about where you are and when you’re coming back.”
“awe, i miss him too,” you pout excessively, “can i see him?”
lamine nods and pans the camera towards him, kenye is sitting down on his bed playing with a dinosaur plushie you had gotten him a couple years back.
“y/n!” he giggles and jumps up.
“kenye, bebe!” you send him a kiss with your hand, “catch it!”
lamine took over the screen again, pretend catching your kiss and placing it on his lips. “kisses are only for me.” he teases kenye.
kenye starts to tear up, frustrated, “y/n! lamine stole! bad!” he says loudly, while tussling to get the phone back from lamine.
“lamine yamal.” you say in the tone that means, “stop playing around.”, he always listens since you rarely use it.
“fine, okay.” he says giving the phone to kenye.
“kiss.” he smiles while blowing you a million kisses and hearts.
“mwah! i caught it!” you say and place your hand on your heart.
“kenye, i think it’s bed time now.” you raise your eyebrows.
“no!” he argues back, lamine agrees and picks him up, you can hear kenye complaining once again and causing a fuss while his older brother takes him to his room.
a couple minutes go by, you’re left by yourself with your thoughts and your warm bath. you set your phone up on your tray with your snacks so lamine can see you clearer. you start eating some strawberries while waiting.
“amor?” you hear the door open.
“yes!” you perk up and feel your chest warm up.
“i’m sorry i had to,” he pauses mid sentence as he looks at his screen, looking at your bare chest, “uh, sorry, i had to tuck kenye in, and he made me tell him a story.”
“you okay there?” you tease him while taking another bite of your strawberry.
“more than okay, love the view baby.” he winks and continues to stare at the screen.
you roll your eyes, “i missed your stupid face lamine.”
“i missed you more,” he adjusts his position, “i’m sorry i haven’t reached out more, they’ve been crazy hard on me recently for whatever reason.”
“for whatever reason?” you repeat, almost laughing, “you’re the star player right now, of course they’re going to be hard on you!”
he sighs, trying not to smile, “but still, it feels like a lot, i know that’s no excuse though,” he sniffles slightly, “i know you have a lot going on, especially with the language, how are you holding up?”
“shut up, you just want to make fun of me.” you bite your lip, blushing.
“come on amor, i just want to know.” he smirks, knowing he will make fun of you, if he was telling the truth he’d tell you “i promise.”
“on my third day i wanted to order a banana, thick cream smoothie, instead i somehow ended up telling the worker that i lost my parrot with a tie on it.” you say, covering your face in embarrassment.
lamine lets out a laugh a little too loud, “no way.” he licks his lips trying to prevent another laugh.
“you said you wouldn’t make fun of me!” you scoff dramatically.
“i didn’t say i wouldn’t laugh though.” he raises an eyebrow.
“whatever,” you laugh, sinking into the tub a bit more, “i miss having you around, my little translator.”
“oh, that’s the only thing you miss?” he says in a cocky tone.
“with the way you’re acting, yeah.” you playfully roll your eyes.
“how are the, y’know, girls,” he awkwardly says, “are they being nice?” he knows you’ve had trouble with people in the past and always makes sure to check in with you, especially since you overwhelm yourself about making friends and such.
“yes actually, i met these two girls, the ones i’ve posted on my story,” your smile instantly widens thinking about it, “they’re so nice, and one of them knows a little arabic, so she’s been helping me.”
“that’s great to hear y/n, no boys?” he says, trying to act nonchalant, but you know he gets very jealous and protective over you.
“yes actually, he’s in my bed right now!” you tease him, while winking.
“i’m serious, y/n.” he furrows his eyebrows, and puts his “serious” face on, that you call “mr. serious”, but in reality it looks ridiculously funny.
“okay mr. serious,” you giggle to yourself, he’s not laughing along, “i only met one boy, he’s one of my girls’ sibling. he’s also like thirteen before you get jealous.” you say rolling your eyes at him.
lamine’s smile is back when you mention the age and situation, “hm, sure.”
“it’s late over there, you should get some sleep, no?” you pull your knees to your chest as you hear him yawn.
“i’m sorry my baby, i’ll text you first thing tomorrow, i promise.” he says while laying on his side, half-asleep.
“it’s okay if you don’t lamine, goodnight i love you.” you say blowing a hand-kiss.
“love you a thousand times more, sweet dreams.” he says while blowing more kisses back at you.
your music instantly cuts back on once he hangs up, it was a love a song by olivia rodrigo, which made you feel better. you stuffed your face with some more snacks and finished your bath about an hour later.
after getting ready for bed you decided to send him some quick pictures of your trip to update him.
you: some of my pictures from last week <3
you: 2nd last pic the smoothie i messed up while ordering, last pic the 13 yr old ur worried about 🤣
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