may 2025 : the mclaren social media team manage to convince you and lando to do a hot lap video for the miami gp promotions. they also have a few things up their sleeves to make it even better.
lando norris x f!reader ୨୧ word count : 2.6k ୨୧ warnings : language ୨୧ note : this idea has been in my head for MONTHS so i'm glad the urge to write it finally hit me 🧡 if you enjoy don't forget to comment/reblog!
part of the lando's heart series.
you honestly don't know how you ended up here.
here specifically being on the actual miami track surrounded by a bunch of mclaren staff – some with big cameras and others with... other things. yeah, sounds about right.
not too far from you was the cause for all of this, talking with mclaren's pr head as she explained the whole breakdown of what would be happening. and yes, you're entirely blaming him for easily convincing you to do this with him. and who was "him" you may ask – well you're stupidly, handsome boyfriend of course.
lando.
when you notice a sudden shadow over you, you turn to see one of the social media people, adam, beaming while holding a camera pointed at you.
"are you already filming?" you ask with a laugh.
"yeah, gotta get content for the before. so~ how are you feeling? excited? nervous?"
"like i'm gonna throw up, but i haven't decided if it's from nerves or excitement yet," you explain with a laugh. you were actually quite nervous, and sure you trust lando with your life, but that doesn't mean you still can't be nervous.
"do you think lando is going to do well?"
you pause for a moment, playing it up a little bit as you dramatically tap your chin while fake thinking, "well, considering he drives for a living i would hope he does well. but i don't know," you add doing a hair flip, "having a beautiful lady next to him might make him nervous."
"hey, hey, don't be bad mouthing me before we even get in the car," a familiar british voice says from next to you. you feel lando's fingers gently graze your lower back – subtly enough that hopefully the camera doesn't catch – as he stands close to you. sun beaming down brightly which causes him to shield his eyes in order to look at you.
"i wasn't bad mouthing you, lan, i was just saying that i hope i don't make you nervous," you explain in a matter-of-fact tone. you're trying your best to cover your nerves with some light banter.
and what could possibly have you acting nervous, you may ask, well... your eyes move to the papaya colored mclaren p1 that sits not from where you're standing. the bright orange reflecting and shining nicely thanks to the flordia sun that it almost makes it hard to look at for too long. usually, you could care less about these sports cars, your lover himself having about sixteen at this point that he often drives you around in.
and you should think about it like that. just lando and you driving around in the mclaren. but no. its not just a casual drive through monaco. it was a hot lap.
lando would be taking you for a hot lap in the mclaren p1 for a youtube video for the miami gp. you were honestly surprised when lando brought it up to you a few weeks ago, saying that the pr team suggested it and thought it would be a great video for fans to enjoy. at first you weren't sure because you had seen the videos of other non-drivers being taken for a hot lap around the tracks and they always made you nervous.
and you trusted lando, he assured you that if you didn't want to do it then he would tell them you said no. but instead you agreed to it. it clearly didn't take much convincing, lando just casually looking at you with those damn gorgeous eyes as his large hands massaged your thighs. damn you're easy.
"oh, we also have a surprise for you, y/n!" emily, one of the other social media people, said completely ripping you away from your thoughts. probably for the better honestly. you look at the young woman who is holding a box in her hands before she's passing it off to you.
you look from her to the camera adam is holding to another camera before finally up at lando, who is already looking at you.
"do you know what this is?" you ask before finally looking back down at the box.
"nope," he says, gently taking the box from your hands so you can easily open it, "why don't you open it and we find out."
you feel a sense of dread wash over you, not really knowing what to fully expect. "okay... but if something jumps out at me, i'm leaving," you say, which makes the staff around you – lando included – laugh.
thankfully, nothing jumps out at you and the dread suddenly turns into curiosity as you carefully set the lid on the ground before starting to remove this tissue paper. "no way," you gasp out loud as a vibrant papaya color is revealed. and when the tissue paper is moved, that's when you fully take in what's in the box.
a papaya colored juicy couture tracksuit.
your jaw drops, like literally as you look up at lando who is equally surprised. "no fucking way," you say again as you pick the jacket up out of the box and fully show it off to lando and the camera. "this is not real," you're in disbelief, "how did you all get this? they don't even make a papaya colored one!"
emily laughs at your reaction, "juicy couture custom-made this set for you. we wanted to make sure you looked... very mclaren-ready and stylish for this video."
you were speechless. completely and utterly speechless as you held the jacket tightly between your fingers.
"it's very you, y/n," lando says with a soft chuckle. you can't help but note how odd it almost sounds to hear your lover call you by your name instead of one of the usual nicknames he defaults too. you figure he's trying to remain somewhat professional in front of his co-workers and the cameras. damn media training. "you should go put it on."
"oh! before you do that, you should definitely look at the pants!" emily says, speaking quickly as if to try and stop of you from running off to change. you furrow your brows before shifting your attention to the pants now, picking them up and turning the over so you could see the backside.
"oh. my. god. that's pretty funny," you say, not able to help the laugh escaping past your glossed lips. you then turn the pants around to show lando and the camera. a wide grin spreading across his lips as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest.
"that's pretty on brand, honestly, i didn't think juicy did something like this," lando says.
"custom-made means custom-made, lando, even down to the last jewel," emily said. you turn the pants back around to look at the lettering that is usually spotted on the back of the iconic track pants. except instead of these pants saying the infamous 'juicy' along the back, these papaya-colored pants instead said 'mclaren' on them.
you think it would have been even better if it said 'lando' but you know mclaren would never do something like that. no matter how iconic it would have been.
"wow, thank you guys so much. i-i don't even know what to say," you tell the mclaren staff who are all beaming warmly at you. you've known all of them for a good while now, some longer than other thanks to lando. so this gift – even if for the hot lap video – meant a lot to you. "i'm gonna go put it on right now!" you say without a second thought, snatching the box from lando's hands and running into the his side of the mclaren garage and disappearing entirely.
"well," emily says with a laugh, "glad to see the gift was well received! come on, lando, let's film some extra stuff while we wait."
when you rejoined lando and the others, you couldn't help but pose as you did a little walk to fully show off the papaya juicy couture. you made eye contact with your boyfriend as he watched you, eyes watching you fondly as you came to stand next to him in front of the mclaren p1.
"you match with the car," he points out gesturing between you and the car and you can't help but nod in agreement.
"okay! we're gonna go ahead and film the intro, the car is already hooked up with cameras for when you're both ready," emily says in her professional voice.
you feel lando's hand gently brush against yours, you looking at him with a soft gaze. "you ready? not too late to back out."
"i think it is a little too late to back out, lan. i have the tracksuit and everything. but i'm ready."
lando nods before turning to the camera, his own pr-persona taking over as he smiles and talks to the camera.
"alright, everyone," he says, clapping his hands together, "today we are doing something special today here at the miami circuit. as you can see i have a lovely guest with me here," you can feel a heat flush over your face as his words as you smile at him. "and i'm going to be taking y/n on a hot lap around the circuit in this mclaren p1."
the two of you are then handed helmets – safety first, you think – but when you're handed your helmet you can't help but laugh at how the mclaren team once again gave you something that just screams… you.
it was a matching blob helmet, except instead of the familiar fluro color that lando wears it was a nice pink color.
"it's pink, lan! look!" you say showing it off to him with a bright smile as he puts his own helmet on.
"very cute, baby," he says before he's helping you put it on your head and adjusting the strap so it stays on.
once inside the car, the mclaren staff make sure you are strapped in, but its lando double checking that makes your heart flutter. he gives your hand a firm squeeze, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of your hand before he's letting go.
"are you ready? cause i'm not holding back," he says with a cheeky smirk as he looks at you. eyebrows wiggling which makes you laugh.
you take a deep breath, before nodding, "yeah, yeah i'm ready." you won't lie, when you got in the car, you couldn't help the nerves start to take over again. but seeing lando next to you behind the wheel made you realize something – that you wouldn't do this with anyone else. that's how much you blindly trust lando.
and then the engine roared to live, vibrating all through you and deep into your bones. your hands suddenly feeling clammy as you rubbed them against your pants. your eyes darting from the windshield, to the mounted go-pro camera, and then to lando who looked completely in his element.
probably because he was y/n, you think before your thoughts are suddenly cut off by the way lando hits the gas. the force from the sudden speed of the super car throwing your head back against the seat.
"holy shit!" you couldn't help but let out, your whole body getting tossed around from the g-force and speed. a bright smile on your face as you couldn't help but let out a laugh. "this is fast, lan!"
"glad you think so, baby!" he shouts back with an equally matching smile. he easily takes the first corner before speeding up again, the whole thing sending chills through your body. "see – i told you it wasn't so bad!" he adds, and you swear he speeds up a little more which makes you let out an excited yell as you grip the leather seats firmly.
you only hope your nails don't damage the seat from how hard your grip is. "this! is! so! insaneeeeeee!! landooooo!!!" your lover can only laugh in response to you as he easily glides the super car through the turns in sector one.
once he got to sector two, you definitely felt like he was trying to show off – for you or the camera you aren't sure. you can literally feel your whole body vibrating and you manage just enough willpower to turn and look at lando. the bastard wasn't even phased by the speed he was taking you both at. you can't believe how easy he makes this look. he really is unbelievable.
"you okay, princess?" you think he's completely forgotten about the cameras in this moment. the nickname making the butterflies vibrate in your stomach as you smile and laugh.
"this is so c-ool, lan! i can't believe you do this all the time!" you tell him as you look back of the road. the straight-shot of sector three letting you know that unfortunately your joyride was almost over. but lando makes sure to speed up one last time. the force throws you back into the seat as you let out an excited yell one last time.
by the end of it, you can barely stop your heart from pounding in your chest. the beating shooting up from your chest to your throat and ears. hands shaking, but you literally couldn't stop yourself from smiling. lando's large hand comes to firmly hold yours, making you look at him with a dazed look.
"that..." you try to say but trail off in order to catch your breath, "that was so fucking awesome."
"yeah? you feel okay, you're shaking."
"i'm great! can we go again? please~" you look at him with a slight pout, knowing he can't resist your puppy eyes.
the british driver lets out a deep chuckle as his free hand comes to gently cup your face. "sadly no, i don't think the team would like that, plus you look like literally jello right now."
"but jello is good though," you say sadly as he starts to unbuckle you first and then himself. you watch as he gets out, rounding the car before opening your door and slowly helping you out. oh yeah, you can definitely feel the jello kicking in now. your legs trembling slightly as you casually lean against lando as he wraps the video up.
"did you have fun, y/n?" he asks, looking down at you.
"absolutely! thank you so much mclaren for letting lando and i do this! this will forever be a core memory!" you say with a laugh.
"that's great! thank you both so much," emily says once they finish filming. "lando, why don't you take y/n back to hospitality and rest for a little bit before your next schedule."
lando doesn't need to be told twice, easily guiding you – his arm securely around your waist as he holds you close.
"i'm glad you agreed to do this with me," he tells you softly, lips kissing the crown of your head once you both were seated on the small couch of his driver's room. your head resting on his chest as you hugged him. the adrenaline from the hot lap finally starting to disappear.
"i couldn't imagine doing a hot lap with anyone else but you, baby," you tell him truthfully. his hand that rests on your waist gives you firm squeeze before its giving your butt a firm pat.
"i still can't believe the team got you this tracksuit," he says with a laugh, "but you honestly look so hot in this. wearing my team color. the word 'mclaren' written on your ass. fucking sexy. but you know what would have made it better?"
"what?"
"if it had my name instead of mclaren."
you sat up immediately with a wide smile, "oh my god, i thought the exact same thing!" you tell him before you're suddenly leaning in and the two of you share a quick kiss.
"i wonder how much it would cost to get juicy to make a custom fluro tracksuit with my name on it?"
y’all i’m currently submitting my college application form in this uni and i can’t submit my file because the website says that i already submitted and i already exists in their record. what the fuck
Hello!! 4 years later and im finally graduating as a magna cum laude and thesis award of merit 🤓🤓 thank u oscar for being my muse in my thesis ehaahahahahahahshahahaha kpop fan to f1 fan real quick 😝
note: a toxic relationship for jeonghan’s debutttt🤞🏽, remember it’s not romanticizing this behavior or anything
joenghan thought he was seeing wrong.
his hands were sweating and his neck itchy, anxious.
he just saw you at inkigayo hall, white long dress and heavy red eye makeup, he saw you for the first time since your messy breakup.
meeting since trainees you decided to date young, the young couples are always the happiest and more among idols.
there isn’t that much pressure at first but then there’s too much, and jeonghan had a rough time balancing everything but so did you, nobody being empathetic.
when he firstly listened to your comeback song, he got mad because the relationship was being portrayed as something awful when it wasn’t.
but he remembered the last curve of the relationship, screaming and crying, you throwing things at him after he admitted he was losing interest because you didn’t succeed like him and him being rude when you said you supported him when his band was a bunch of losers.
i want you to be ruined, don’t take it, it’s over
your eyes sparkled with pride on the screen, feeling the weight, jeonghan plopped on the couch of the common room.
it was over and you walked in, laughing with your bandmates as if you weren’t dissing him a few moments ago, the redish hair making you look unreal.
he looked at you quietly and you felt it, turning your head you looked at him back.
you were looking at him as if he was a vanishing memory, with nostalgia and even anger.
“i think it’s embarrassing for you to say that giving the fact your band isn’t doing well on sells” he smirked across you, the 10th fight of the week, you didn’t even knew how it started.
“and it isn’t for you to talk that way? i swear you guys almost had to beg for food on the street” your canines showing up in your mischievous smile.
jeonghan’s face lighting up in bright red, you kept your cool.
“maybe i shouldn’t hang out with nobodies, what if i keep you as a sidekick” he was meaner and meaner, smirking devilishly, now your face lighting up.
you threw the first thing your hand could reach, a book, hitting him lightly on his shoulder.
“i didn’t say that when i was going to awards and you were on a basement praying to debut with other’s money” you threw another thing, a pillow from the couch “brave from you to talk that bullshit when you were my little charity project”.
both standing still on front of another, everything in inkigayo seemed to vanish away.
“sorry” he mumbled at first, watery eyes and regret bashing his face.
“sorry” you said later, keeping a straight face.
“you think we can…be friends?”
“no” you said with no time to think, feeling like later in you bed you will regret it and cry your eyes out “i don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore, don’t even think of me”.
i know many of you do not give a damn and that is a problem in its own regard but i am posting this in hopes that those who are unaware and who value their morals and their integrity over music will hopefully take something from it.
this seventeen album should be boycotted at all costs. i have been a carat for seven years now and i have a lot of love (as well as frustration) for these guys. i am endlessly proud of them for making it ten years in an industry designed to tear them down and wear them out, to take everything from human beings that it can— and then some. however i cannot allow this to overshadow the negative things surrounding this album, nor should you.
i will preface by saying that seventeen will not see a huge impact from a boycott. they make pennies on the dime per stream, $0.003 cents. seventeen are also far past comfortable financially, they are by all means rich, particularly woozi. they will be a-ok. this will not cause any damage to them outside of potential bruised egos, which is an unfortunate impact however not more important than the overall issues.
i also want to say that we know that boycotting is an effective tool to put pressure on companies to change their ways, but it needs to be an organized effort. it's not something you do for a few months and give up. it's also not something you pick and choose with — you don't avoid streaming songs and then buy a lightstick from the weverse shop because it was pretty, or attend a concert.
that said, you all should be boycotting hybe anyway. this is for multiple reasons. first is their employment and collaboration with people such as scooter braun, a staunch zionist who was outright thanked by the official israel twitter account. when scooter braun found out he was on the zionists in music twitter account, he said it was an honor and he never could've dreamed of such a thing happening to him. scooter braun has a long, problematic history i would encourage all of you to thoroughly research.
hybe has also recruited artists like johnny goldstein to work on their tracks. he is credited on enhypen, illit and txt tracks, and he has also worked closely with j-hope of bts. johnny goldstein is both a ccfp member as well as a former iof soldier. he is quite literally a child murderer and he is sitting in rooms with your favorite artists. that should infuriate you.
if that is not enough, consider the level of overwork that these artists have faced. seventeen is on their sixth album in approxiately 365 calendar days between whole group projects and individual unit projects. these all have one common factor: jihoon. he has produced six albums, short or otherwise, in one year. in one year, seventeen has also done one world tour, a japan tour, caratland, and headlined three festivals. does any of this sound sustainable for human beings? they are treated like products by their company, not human beings.
for these reasons there has been a boycott in place for over a year. many carats have chosen to break it out of 'love', but in reality, they are complicit in the mistreatment of their idols.
if none of this concerns you, there are also massive red flags with this current album.
first, bad influence, which makes up a third of the group songs on the album, is produced by pharrell who is a known zionist. in april 2024, in spite of the current social climate and despite readily available information, pharrell chose to accept an invitation to sing 'happy' to iof soldiers at a fundraising event. this is while carats in gaza are packing their photocards up while they flee their homes. pharrell made the conscious choice to be on the wrong side of history.
next, wonwoo's track credits el capitxn, who in march, took to instagram to brag that his company, vendors, produced a song for kanye's album which kanye himself said was based on 'antisemitic sounds'. they worked on the track ww3, which includes verses about epstein island, voting for djt, and 'rockin swastikas'. all he had to say regarding it was that he was 'proud of his boys' and 'they make it happen'.
you either stand in one of three places.
one, you believe seventeen does not have much autonomy. in that event, you should be angry and embarrassed that such individuals have their hands in their music, muddying everything seventeen is meant to stand for. you should not stand for it and the way to make a stand against it is by boycotting.
two, you believe seventeen does have autonomy and they have the ability to deny or to okay these things. if that is the case, you should feel frustration towards them for not doing their due diligence in these matters, when they are thirteen grown men with full, unrestricted access to the internet, when they have been called out for similar behavior before, when at least one of them has to know better. you can make that frustration known by boycotting.
or you don't really care, and at the end of the day you'll always be spineless, a so called 'real fan' who will buy into everything they do and reserve all your anger for those who want them to do better, who consistently call them out, instead of wishing they would make fewer mistakes. you will always buy the albums and the photocards and the concert tickets because you don't have the strength to be anything more than another cog in the capitalist machine. just know that you are not a fan, you are a consumer, and that your blind support and willingness to throw your money at every endeavor ultimately harms your artists before it helps them.
if you do care... take a stand. take a stand against mistreatment and overwork, against seventeen being pushed towards being another mass produced, western pandering act. take a stand towards seventeen's music having filthy hands involved in it everytime you look up. you should be embarrassed, you should be frustrated and you need to do something about it or nothing will ever change.
there should never be a time in modern history where we are proud for our favorite artists to work with zionists and people who shake hands with nazis. there is no excuse.
seventeen will survive losing streams and chart positions. they will live. and maybe their company will learn a valuable lesson for it. we have the power to do something and it's high time we wake up and do it, all of us.
nobody is saying you can’t listen. but instead of opening spotify up, download the tracks from a third party instead. they will be ok, i promise. boycotting takes no effort, it is literally an act of not doing something. if seventeen means something to you, this is how you should express it right now. please, i want better for them and you should as well.
But not "my dog died" or "I feel insecure" kinda angst. I'm talking about the cheating, the break up, the suffering, the tears, the begging, the pining, the stalking, the obsession UGHHHH, love me a fic where he fucked up and now has to do the most to get her back, it gives me a serotonin boost
a/n: did i write this in 30 minutes on my lunch break immediately after soobin posted? yes. am i insane for doing so? probably. do i care? not one bit. this is just some fluffy bf soobin, enjoy!
“Should I pose like this?”
You watched your boyfriend move through the screen of your phone, standing facing you with his arm bent, hand at the back of his head. You snorted quietly, snapping a somewhat blurry picture before he put his arm back down with a pout.
“What?” he asked with a hint of playful annoyance.
“Nothing. You look cute,” you laughed at his childish demeanor, “Come on, just a couple more.”
This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you two. More often than not your dates were late at night, spent getting dinner and then taking a long walk back to your car. On your walks you both enjoyed having little photo shoots together, either of each other or different stuff you saw along your way. Tonight, you wanted to take pictures of him.
“I don’t want to look cute. I want to look handsome,” he said, lightly kicking a rock across the pavement with his shoe.
“You look handsome too. You can be both, you know,” you tried to reassure him, picking your phone back up. You encouraged him to pose again. After a couple minutes you had enough pictures to fill up an album in your camera roll. Soobin reached for your free hand, taking it in his as you put your phone back into your pocket. Then you set off again down the sidewalk together, fingers intertwined.
You loved nights like these. When the air was warm but there was still that night breeze making the few fallen flower petals and leaves shake and skid down the concrete. The moon shown most nights, hanging in the dark blue sky like a nightlight. Sometimes Soobin pointed it out, telling you what phase it was in. Crescents were his favorite, because it looked like a smile. Crescents slowly became your favorite too, because it was his favorite. And they made you think of him.
You sighed contently, unraveling your fingers from his so that you could pull his arm over your shoulder. He smiled warmly, taking the opportunity to kiss your head.
“It’s getting a bit chillier at night. We’ll have to bring jackets next time,” he said.
“Mhm, I think I’ll wear that white pullover you gave me last year,” you were picturing the perfect outfit in your mind, trying to remember where you put the matching shoes you were imagining. Had you left them at the bottom of your closet? Or under your bed?
“You mean my white pullover?” he corrected you with a smirk, “I didn’t give you that, you stole it from my room when you came over. And you have yet to give it back.”
“A small price to pay for a girlfriend, don’t you think?”
You both laughed as you crossed an intersection. When you stepped back on to the sidewalk, your car was parked only a few yards away. His was parked just in front of yours. Like always, he walked you to your car, stopping beside your driver’s side door.
He let out a heavy sigh, expressing his disappointment with having to part ways. He held both of your hands in his, a pout evident on his full lips, “I hate this part.”
“You say that every time, you know that?”
“And I mean it every time, too,” he grumbled, pulling you into a hug. His chin rested on your head as he squeezed you tenderly, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume before letting you go. His hands found a temporary home on your cheeks as he leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of your nose, “Text me when you get home?”
“I always do-,” you started to say, and before you could finish speaking, he interjected.
“Not last time,” he said matter-of-factly, “And I didn’t sleep well that night, I’ll have you know.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “I fell asleep as soon as I got home. And I said I was sorry!”
“Well now you have to make it up to me by giving me an extra kiss.”
You nodded in understanding, placing a sweet, short-lived kiss to his lips. Then, another, more affectionate kiss. Each time, you had to lift yourself a bit on your tiptoes to reach him.
“I think I actually deserve one more,” he said, his hands still resting on your waist.
You smiled, but obliged. Your calves strained again as you reached up and placed your lips on his.
“Mm, one more.”
“Soobin.”
“Just one more,” he pouted again, “Please!”
He was lucky you loved him so much.
“You lean down this time. My legs hurt.”
He would do anything you asked him to, so naturally he listened. He leaned down, melting his lips onto yours in a kiss that was longer than the previous ones. It was a bit more sensual, too. The air seemed heavier and hotter in that moment. You could feel your back pressing against your car door.
When he let you go, his lips were puffy and his cheeks were a warm shade of pink. You giggled.
“What?”
“You just look really handsome right now.”
“You bet I do,” he spoke with elevated confidence in a joking manner, making you playfully nudge his arm.
“Dork.”
“I love you too. Drive safe,” he called as he started to walk the few feet to his car. He caught the way you smiled at him before getting in your car. Tonight, just like every night, he waited until your car drove off first before leaving. Then he would go home and wait for you to text him before falling peacefully asleep, knowing you would repeat this night again soon. He couldn’t wait.
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not a smut but jaehyun suddenly snoring while sleeping and y/n rubbing his abs and back to wake him a little and stop him from snoring 🥹
[10:28PM]
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: mentions of a book from ‘it ends with us’ — (sneakylink bought me the book that i’ve been seeing all over my tiktok FYP and i’ve been reading it nonstop), snoring, drooling and just pure fluff.
“you pushed me, ryle.”
“you fell, lily.”
he pushed me.
he pushed me down the stairs—
i take my eyes off my book and i look at my sleeping fiancé next to me.
he looks like a pure angel but sounds like a broken race car.
i giggle and i close my book, making sure to place my book mark in place. i set my book down on my nightstand and i turn to my husband, slipping under the covers with him and propping my chin on his shoulder.
i listen to his snores and i giggle, looking down at him to see a straight foggy line running from the corner of his mouth down his cheek.
i slip my hand under his arm and i rub the six lumps with a sigh.
“hm?” jaehyun jolts awake and looks behind him before smiling and stretching with a soft groan.
jaehyun sighs and turns, wiping his cheek and looking at me with heavy eyes.
“you were snoring, again.” i run my hand up his chest and i press a wet kiss on his bare back. jaehyun sighs and laughs. “i was?” i nod.
“i think when i’m holding you to sleep i don’t snore.” i tilt my head with a smirk. “is that so?” i giggle as he grabs my waist and kisses me. “mhm.” he hums with a sleepy chuckle.
i climb and straddle the man who places his hands on my hips. “can you hold me to bed like this?” jaehyun hums while i bring my head to his chest.
“i’d love to but i’m scared i might throw you off the bed.” jaehyun and i laugh.
“just for that saying, i will just sleep next to you.” i slip off him and i position myself next to him.
jaehyun turns to me and sighs. “i love you.”
i bite my lip, biting back the smile that would’ve broke in a spilt second. “i love you more.”
jaehyun leans forward and plants his lips on mine and for a few seconds, he finally pulls away. “now, please turn off your light because i think im going blind.” i laugh and turn my upper body, reaching to my lamp and flicking it off.
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