everyone knows Jay is 1 of the best f1 driver, but he is a man in love like a lovesick puppy with his lover, that every grand prix she is always there. He always talk abt his lover to his team(ex: omg where do u find this, my love has been looking for it everywhere ; omg is that a hello kitty stuff toy keychain? my love is obsessed with it, after this race imma spoil her bc she deserves it, she deserves everything. I will give her anything, everything that she wants [ofc he did hehe] ) & everyone he met (they all are so sick of hearing but they find it cute) he is always carrying a piece of her no matter where is he, what's he doing, who is he with. Everytime he won, he immediately get out if the car and ran towards his sweetheart, the love of his life, carry princess twirl her and looking at her lovingly, kissing her, telling her we did it, while everyone ard them smiled and cheered. And he get down on his knees.. To propose to her!!! AND SHE SAY YES!! 🌷anonn
I'M GIGGLING SOMEONE STOP ME (i had to do research for this whoops that's on being a moto gp fan)
warnings: kissing, use of petnames... i think that's it!
the paddock is buzzing with pre-race energy, but jay only has one thing on his mind.
“has anyone seen a hello kitty keychain? my girlfriend has been looking for the limited sakura one everywhere,” he says, leaning against the garage wall in his race suit, hair still messy from the helmet fitting. “she saw it online last month and got so excited. if any of you find it, tell me. i’ll pay anything.”
his engineer, mark, sighs fondly while checking data on his tablet. “jay, you’ve told us this three times already this weekend.”
“because it’s important,” jay replies seriously, eyes wide like a lovesick puppy. “she deserves everything. after this race i’m spoiling her rotten. she’s been working so hard lately, staying up late to watch old races with me even when she has early meetings. my girl deserves the world.”
the entire garage smiles. they’re used to it by now. jay park — one of the most dominant drivers on the grid, multiple world champions, ice-cold on track — turns into an absolute softie the second his girl is mentioned.
you’re sitting in the hospitality suite watching the screens when he texts you:
jay <3: come down to the garage before the race, sweetheart. i need my good luck kiss.
you smile and head down. the moment you appear in your custom team hoodie with his number on the back, jay’s whole face lights up. he jogs over immediately, ignoring the cameras, and wraps you in his arms like he hasn’t seen you in weeks instead of this morning.
“hi, my love,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips, then your nose. “you look so pretty. did you eat? i asked them to make your favorite strawberries with cream.”
“jay,” you laugh, cheeks warm. “focus on the race.”
“i am focused,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you with those sparkling eyes. “focused on winning so i can come straight back to you.”
he reaches into his race suit and pulls out a thin silver chain from under his fireproofs — your initial pendant resting against his chest. he never races without it.
“got my favorite lucky charm right here,” he whispers, kissing the pendant quickly before tucking it back in. “love you so much.”
everyone around pretends to groan, but they’re all smiling. his PR manager shakes her head. “we’re all sick of how whipped you are, jay.”
“good,” he grins, unashamed. “i want the whole world to know.”
the race is intense. monaco’s tight streets demand perfection, and jay delivers. he drives like a man possessed — clean overtakes, perfect strategy, and that signature smooth precision that makes him one of the best in the world.
when he crosses the finish line first, the team erupts in cheers.
radio crackles: “jay, jay, jay! that’s p1! you won!”
he lets out a loud whoop over the radio. “let’s gooo! this one’s for my girl!”
the car rolls into parc fermé. the second the steering wheel is off, jay is climbing out, yanking his helmet and balaclava off in record time. his hair is damp with sweat, cheeks flushed, but none of that matters.
he spots you immediately at the barriers, security already letting him through.
“baby!” he shouts, running straight to you.
you barely have time to laugh before he scoops you up in his arms, lifting you clean off the ground in a princess twirl. the crowd and cameras go wild around you. his team is cheering, other drivers smiling from afar — everyone knows this ritual by now.
jay spins you once, twice, then holds you close, your feet still dangling as he buries his face in your neck.
“we did it, baby,” he breathes against your skin, voice thick with emotion. “we fucking did it.”
you cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “you did it, my love. i’m so proud of you.”
he kisses you then — deep, passionate, and completely unrestrained. the kind of kiss that says everything he feels. the kind that makes the entire paddock whistle and cheer louder. when he pulls back, his eyes are glassy, pure adoration pouring out of him.
“i love you,” he says, forehead pressed to yours. “so much it scares me sometimes.”
he sets you down gently, but doesn’t let go of your hand. the trophy ceremony happens in a blur — him spraying champagne, lifting the trophy, waving to the crowd. but his eyes keep finding you in the crowd, softening every single time.
when the celebrations die down slightly and he’s back in team gear, he suddenly drops to one knee right there in the middle of the paddock.
the entire area goes silent, then erupts.
jay pulls out a small velvet box from his race suit pocket — the one he’s been carrying for three weeks, waiting for the perfect moment.
“my love,” he starts, voice steady but eyes shining. “from the day you walked into my life, you made everything better. you make the wins sweeter. you make the losses bearable. you stay up with me after bad races, you celebrate the good ones like they’re yours too. you’re my best friend, my biggest supporter, and the only person i want to come home to every single night.”
he opens the box. a beautiful diamond ring sparkles under the lights — elegant, timeless, with a hidden tiny engraved “j” on the inside band.
“i’ve won a lot of races… but you’re the only prize i’ve ever wanted to keep forever.” his voice cracks slightly. “will you marry me?”
you’re already crying, hands over your mouth.
“yes,” you whisper, then louder, laughing through tears, “yes, jay! of course i’ll marry you!”
he stands up instantly, sliding the ring onto your finger with shaky hands before lifting you again, spinning you around as the entire paddock explodes in cheers and applause. drivers from rival teams are clapping. his team is screaming. cameras are flashing everywhere.
jay kisses you again, soft and sweet this time, like he’s sealing a promise.
“i’m gonna give you everything,” he whispers against your lips. “the wedding you dream of. the house with the big garden you showed me. the hello kitty collection. everything, baby. you deserve the universe.”
you laugh, burying your face in his neck, arms wrapped tight around him.
“i just want you, jay. that’s all.”
he pulls back just enough to look at you — that same lovesick, heart-eyes look he’s had since day one.
“you’ve had me since the beginning,” he says softly. “and you’ll have me for the rest of our lives.”
later that night, back at the hotel, he’s still carrying you around the suite, refusing to put you down even while brushing his teeth. your new ring sparkles on your finger as you play with his hair.
“you really proposed right after the race,” you tease, kissing his jaw. “in front of everyone.”
“couldn’t wait any longer,” he admits, cheeks pink. “i’ve been carrying that ring for weeks. every time i won i almost did it. but today just felt right.”
you smile, heart so full it might burst.
“i love you, future husband.”
jay’s entire face lights up. he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently before crawling over you, eyes soft and full of forever.
“say it again,” he whispers, kissing down your neck. “i’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
“future husband,” you repeat, giggling as he nuzzles into you. “my lovesick, whipped, champion fiancé.”
he groans happily, wrapping himself around you like he never plans to let go.
“that’s me. always.”
and as he kisses you slow and deep, the weight of the championship trophy forgotten on the table, the only thing that matters is the girl in his arms — the one he’d give up every trophy for.
an ot6 argument i see a lot is that ot6 or ot6+1 are more 'mature' or 'moved on', when i believe its the opposite. you lot like to say we should just accept it but when you look at the full picture your logic falls apart immediately. how come it is more mature to naively believe news from a company that has actively tried to ruin their groups reputations, been responsible for the death of a trainee, funds israel, had many high up employees be accused and guilty of rape/sa/pdf behaviour ,had many tax/investor fraud investigations as well as abusing their groups. hybe is one of the most shady companies in kpop and to follow every word they say without giving it a second look over is one of the most naive things you can do. it would actually be easier to think that heeseung chose to leave as it is less painful than to admit enhypen are being overworked and abused as well as having little free will. some of you do know this but choose to not acknowledge it and look away simply because you are so parasocial and obsessed with them you ONLY do what benefits YOU. you dont think about any of the members or heeseung. what happens if they remove another member will you become ot5? ot5+1+1? it only matters when it concerns you or your bias apparently. are we also forgetting this essentially ensures that as long as this goes on no other enha member will get creative freedom and produce their own work under this horrid company.
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"you boycotters are the reason enha aren't getting any sleep now"
nope! your answer isn't even close enough babes ! it's actually the fact that the company keeps packing their schedules with stuff that they're forced to work their bones dry to keep up with in the long run. they're being forced to relearn everything they've created in six years because of a missing member while making new stuff to replace the already existing ot7 content that the company was supposed to release until they decided to kick a member. it isn't engenes fault, it's actually belifts! if you won't boycott you're prioritising your entertainment over their health and funding the company that is designing this long-term health downfall. hope this helps ! ^^
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