F1 2025 Grid x Platonic!Reader
Featuring: every single driver being protective older brothers, dramatic interventions, and one (1) questionable boyfriend.
Genre: Platonic Fluff, Found Family, Humor, Slight Angst but Happy Ending
Word Count: 1043
Y/N had always been a little oblivious.
It wasn’t that she was stupid—in fact, she was whip-smart in the car and when it came to racing strategy. But when it came to people? Social cues? God forbid, flirting? She was completely, hopelessly dense.
Compliments flew straight over her head.
Teasing got brushed off as “banter.”
Flirty smiles and soft touches on her shoulder? “Oh, they’re just being nice.”
It was part of her charm, really. The whole grid adored her for it. In their eyes, she was the unofficial little sister of Formula 1—early 20s, bright-eyed, and always the first to greet them with a cheerful, “Hi, Lando!” or “Good luck today, Carlos!” The paddock felt warmer with her in it.
Which was why the drivers noticed immediately when something felt… off.
The Boyfriend
His name was Ryan.
(Or as the grid would later come to call him: “Red Flag Ryan.”)
At first, no one thought much of it. Y/N had shown up one day smiling and mentioned she was seeing someone. The drivers had been curious, nosy even, but ultimately happy for her. Y/N deserved happiness.
But then the little things started adding up.
The Incidents
1. Charles (a.k.a. Protective Big Brother #1)
Charles spotted it first. Y/N had been rushing around in the Ferrari motorhome before qualifying, phone pressed to her ear. He overheard Ryan’s voice—loud, sharp.
“You forgot to order it? Y/N, you promised. Just get it express-shipped, you have the money. Why are you being so difficult?”
Charles frowned. Y/N hung up and sighed, then smiled at Charles like nothing happened.
“You ready for quali?” she chirped.
Charles didn’t miss the way her shoulders slumped before she plastered that smile on.
2. Lando
Lando caught Ryan at a race weekend in Silverstone. Y/N had introduced him proudly, but instead of being supportive, Ryan had leaned over and whispered (loud enough for Lando to hear):
“Babe, can you grab me something from hospitality? Oh, and some merch too. You can get it for free, right? Might as well use it.”
Lando froze mid-sip of his water bottle. Merch? Really?
Y/N giggled. “He’s just being silly,” she brushed it off.
But the look in Ryan’s eyes wasn’t silly. It was expectant. Entitled.
3. Lewis
Lewis noticed when Y/N came into the Mercedes garage looking unusually quiet. She had a new bag—expensive, designer—but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Nice bag,” Lewis complimented casually.
“Oh, it’s for Ryan,” Y/N said, like it was nothing. “He wanted it, but he couldn’t get it himself, so I thought I’d surprise him.”
Lewis blinked. “…You bought it for him?”
Y/N nodded brightly. “Yeah! Isn’t it nice?”
Lewis didn’t reply, but inside, he was fuming.
4. Oscar & Paddock Gossip
Oscar was scrolling through social media when he stumbled on pictures of Ryan—at a party in Monaco. Without Y/N.
He showed Lando.
Lando showed George.
George showed Carlos.
Within an hour, every single driver on the grid had seen it.
And none of them were happy.
The Group Meeting
It was Carlos who finally called for a “driver briefing.” Not for FIA. Not for strategy. But for Y/N.
They gathered in one of the empty hospitality rooms after practice. Charles, Lando, Lewis, Max, George, Oscar, Daniel, Fernando—everyone. Even Kimi and Ollie sat quietly, glaring like little brothers ready to fight.
“She doesn’t see it,” Charles muttered, running a hand through his hair. “She thinks it’s normal.”
“Normal?” Lewis scoffed. “Since when is treating her like a personal credit card normal?”
Max crossed his arms. “I say we tell her straight. She deserves to know.”
“But carefully,” George added. “She’s not going to take it well if we just attack him.”
“Carefully?” Lando echoed. “Mate, he’s making her buy him things. She deserves better than carefully.”
For once, the entire grid agreed on something: Ryan had to go.
The Intervention
They cornered Y/N after the race on Sunday. Not in a dramatic way, but in a “25 older brothers looking slightly terrifying” way.
Y/N blinked when she saw them all gathered. “Uh… did I miss a meeting?”
“Sit,” Charles said gently, pulling out a chair.
She sat. Nervous. “Guys? What’s going on?”
It was Lewis who started. Calm, steady. “We’ve all noticed some things, Y/N. About Ryan.”
Her eyes widened. “What about him?”
Max leaned forward. “He’s not treating you right.”
“I—what?”
“He’s using you,” Lando blurted. “For money. For status. For things you shouldn’t have to give him.”
Y/N laughed nervously. “No, no, he just—he’s busy sometimes, and I don’t mind helping out—”
“Helping out is one thing,” Fernando interrupted firmly. “Being taken advantage of is another.”
Lewis’s voice softened. “You deserve someone who lifts you up, not someone who drags you down.”
Her lips trembled. “I… I thought it was normal. He said it was normal.”
Charles reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “It’s not. Trust me, petite sœur, this is not how love should feel.”
For the first time, Y/N’s dense little brain caught up.
She saw the pity in their eyes. The anger. The care.
And she realized.
“Oh,” she whispered.
The Breakup
The very next day, Y/N broke up with Ryan.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. She simply called him, voice steady:
“I deserve better. We’re done.”
Ryan tried to argue, but she hung up before he could finish.
And then she marched straight into the paddock, where 20 drivers were waiting with open arms and proud smiles.
Aftermath
From that day on, the grid was even more protective of her.
Charles wouldn’t let anyone near her without “background checks.”
Lewis reminded her daily that she was worth more than she realized.
Lando & Oscar threatened to make a PowerPoint titled “Red Flags in Dating: A Guide for Y/N.”
Max deadpanned, “Next time, just let me meet him first. I’ll scare him off.”
Daniel joked about setting her up with someone, only to be shut down by 19 other drivers at once.
And Y/N? She felt lighter. Stronger. Surrounded by the family she never realized she had.
Because at the end of the day, she wasn’t just a driver.
She was their little sister.
And no one—no one—was ever going to treat her badly again.
Hello lovely!! I just wanted to say I missed you! And your work ofc! And also to say thank you for answering so many reqs! I get notifs when you post and I makes my day!!
I did have a req for Skz! And sibling reader. I just find the dynamic soo fun. Like Lee Knows little sister and he’s introducing her to the rest for the first time and she has a crush on Chan or hyunjin and Lee knows a bit over protective
pairing: Leeknowssister!reader x Hyunjin
warnings: Leeknow being a big brother, overprotectiveness, brothers best friend trope hehehe
disclaimer: not my pic but I wish it was
Okay but why was this so much fun? Lee Know is my Bias but now I want him as my overprotective brother....
You dragged your suitcase through the airport doors, the December air biting your cheeks. It had been almost a year since you’d been home, and it felt unreal to finally be back in Seoul. You scanned the crowd, tugging your scarf tighter, until a familiar voice called your name.
“Yah, you still walk that slow?”
You turned to see your brother, Lee Know—hood pulled up, mask on, hands in his pockets like he was trying to blend in. You rolled your eyes, but the grin came easily.
“Nice disguise,” you said. “You look like Forest Gump"
He smirked behind his mask. “Bitchy. Guess studying abroad didn’t teach you manners.”
“Guess being an idol didn’t teach you how to text your sister back,” you shot back, stepping into his open arms.
He hugged you tight—one of those quick, silent hugs that said more than words. When he pulled back, he grabbed your suitcase handle without asking and started walking toward the parking lot.
“Come on,” he said. “We’ve got cats waiting and too much kimchi in the fridge.”
The drive back was mostly teasing and updates between traffic lights. You told him about your classes and how your roommate talked in her sleep. He told you about long practice days, new choreographies, and how Felix had started baking like his life depended on it.
When you reached their dorm building, you hesitated. “You’re sure it’s okay I’m coming by? I don’t wanna intrude.”
Minho gave you a side-eye. “Please. They’ve been talking about meeting you since you booked your flight. You’re basically a myth at this point.”
You grinned. “A legend, huh?”
He snorted. “More like a cautionary tale.”
The dorm was warm and loud, even before you took off your shoes. Music leaked from somewhere down the hall, and laughter carried from the living room. The moment Minho opened the door, Felix’s voice rang out.
“She’s here?”
You barely had time to blink before Felix came running, bright-eyed and smiling. “Hi! You’re Minnie’s sister, right? I’ve heard so much about you!”
You laughed, surprised by the enthusiasm. “All lies, I hope.”
Changbin appeared next, handing you a bottle of water. “Welcome home. You look like you need hydration.”
“Do I look that bad?”
“Plane face,” he said seriously. “Everyone gets it.”
“Wow, thanks for the honesty,” you said, earning a chorus of laughter.
Seungmin and I.N waved from the couch, and Han leaned over the backrest, eyeing you curiously. “So you’re the famous little sister,” he said. “You don’t look that scary.”
“Give me five minutes,” you said, and Han cracked up.
Even Chan, emerging from the kitchen with a mug of tea, gave you a kind smile. “We’ve only heard good things. Welcome.”
You relaxed almost immediately. They were exactly how you imagined them from all the clips and behind-the-scenes you’d secretly watched in your dorm room. Still, you were painfully aware of the one person you hadn’t seen yet.
And then he walked in.
Hyunjin entered from the hall, hair half-dry, sleeves pushed up, like a painting that had wandered into real life. He stopped when he saw you, eyes wide for just a second.
You had prepared for this moment—really, you had—but your brain chose that exact second to short-circuit. “Uh—hi,” you said, immediately hating how breathless it sounded.
“Hi,” he echoed, smiling nervously. His voice was softer than you expected. “I’m Hyunjin.”
“I know,” you said before your brain could intervene. “I mean—obviously I know, not like, weirdly—uh—”
He laughed, and the sound loosened something in your chest. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same,” you said, trying to sound like someone who hadn’t just embarrassed herself in front of her crush.
Across the room, Minho’s eyebrow twitched. “Okay, everyone calm down,” he said, clapping his hands. “Let her breathe before you all start an interview.”
“I’m fine,” you said, shooting him a look. “They’re not scary.”
“Give it time,” he muttered.
Dinner was chaotic in the best way. Takeout boxes covered the table, and conversation bounced between Korean and English so fast you lost track. Felix kept refilling your plate, and Seungmin quizzed you about your major until Han told him to stop “being such a Boomer”
You and Minho slipped easily into your old rhythm—bickering one minute, laughing the next. Every time he said something sarcastic, you matched it instantly, which earned you approving nods from the others.
“You two really are siblings,” Chan said, shaking his head.
“Yeah,” Changbin added. “Same attitude, double the volume.”
“I’m the nicer one,” you said.
“No, you’re just louder,” Minho corrected, and you kicked him under the table.
“See? Violence,” he deadpanned.
Felix nearly choked laughing.
Somewhere between dessert and cleaning up, you caught Hyunjin looking at you again. He wasn’t obvious about it, but you felt it—the curious glances, the half-smile when you laughed at something dumb Han said. And okay, maybe you were looking back more than you realized.
When you caught each other’s eyes, he looked away quickly, cheeks pink. You hid your smile behind your drink.
Minho noticed. Of course he did.
He cleared his throat and stood abruptly. “Okay. Let's get you back to your hotel. You must be tired."
You blinked. “Actually I'm fine—”
“Awesome,” he said, already grabbing his keys. “Let’s go before you fall asleep on Felix.”
Felix pouted. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
You hugged them all goodbye, promising to see them again before you left. When you reached Hyunjin, you smiled and said, “Nice meeting you. For real.”
He smiled back, a little shy. “You too. Sleep well.”
The ride back was quiet at first, the city sliding by in streaks of light. You could feel your brother glancing at you occasionally.
“What is it?” you finally asked.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. You’ve got that look.”
He kept one hand on the wheel. “What look?”
“The one where you’re pretending not to overthink something.”
He exhaled through his nose. “You and Hyunjin seemed… chatty.”
You smirked. “Jealous?”
“Disgusted,” he corrected.
“Sure,” you said. “Whatever helps you sleep.”
He shot you a side-eye, but there was a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You’re not allowed to date any of my members, you know that right?”
“Oh wow...what the actual fuck Minho.”
“I'm just saying. They are not a good match for a girl like you.”
You laughed. “You sound like Dad.”
He grimaced. “Don’t say that.”
You checked into your hotel, hugged him one more time, and promised to text when you woke up. He lingered like he wanted to say something else, but only said, “Goodnight, brat.”
“Night, old man.”
You waved him off, unaware that the moment he got back to the dorm, your name was the first thing that came up.
When Minho returned, the others were sprawled in the living room—some gaming, some scrolling through their phones. Chan looked up as the door clicked shut.
“She get to the hotel okay?”
“Yeah,” Minho said, dropping his keys onto the counter. “Finally asleep, I hope.”
“Your sister’s cool,” Felix said. “She fits right in.”
“Too well,” Minho muttered.
Changbin raised an eyebrow. “You say that like it’s a problem.”
Minho leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “No problem at all....”
Han glanced between them. “He’s doing the thing.”
“What thing?” Minho asked flatly.
“The overprotective brother thing,” Han said. “You’ve got the stance and everything.”
“I’m not being overprotective,” Minho argued. “I’m being realistic.”
Seungmin smirked from the couch. “Here we go.”
“I’m serious,” Minho continued. “I don’t see her that often anymore, so yeah, I keep tabs. I know when she’s got exams, when she’s sick, when she posts about running out of coffee. She always supported me—even when I was too busy to be around. So I’m gonna support her. And protect her from… idiots.”
The room went quiet for a beat.
Then Han whispered, “Like Hyunjin.”
Minho’s head turned sharply. “What?”
Hyunjin, who had been sitting quietly at the end of the couch, froze mid-sip of his tea. “Huh??!!!?”
Felix snorted. “Bro, you were looking at her like she was the last cookie on the plate.”
“I was not,” Hyunjin said, ears turning pink.
“You totally were,” I.N added, trying—and failing—to hide a grin.
Hyunjin groaned. “You guys are ridiculous.”
Minho’s eyes narrowed. “Are they, tho?”
“Come on,” Chan cut in gently, “they were just talking. Don’t make it weird.”
Minho’s voice stayed calm, but his jaw tightened. “I’m not making it weird. I’m just saying—no one is good enough for her. Period.”
That earned a few snickers. Changbin muttered, “Classic brother move.”
Minho shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass. “You think I’m joking?”
Hyunjin met his eyes cautiously. “Of course not."
“Good,” Minho said, tone lighter now but still edged. “Then we understand each other.”
Felix nudged Hyunjin. “You’ve been warned.”
Hyunjin sighed and leaned back. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Hands off the sister.”
“Exactly,” Minho said, walking toward his room.
Just before he disappeared down the hallway, Chan called after him. “Hey, she really is great, Min. You did a good job being a brother.”
Minho stopped, half-turned, and his expression softened. “She did the hard part,” he said quietly. Then, after a pause, he added, “But thanks.”
When his door clicked shut, the room exhaled.
Han grinned at Hyunjin. “So, guess you’re doomed.”
“Shut up,” Hyunjin said, throwing a cushion at him.
Felix caught it midair, laughing. “You could always win him over with cat treats.”
Hyunjin groaned again. “I’d rather fight an actual cat.”
“Same energy,” Seungmin said, smirking.
The teasing went on, good-natured and relentless, until Chan finally told them all to sleep. The dorm lights dimmed, and the noise faded into quiet.
The next morning, your phone buzzed before you were even awake.
Minho: Don’t forget brunch at 11. The guys want to see you again.
You smiled into your pillow, thumbs flying as you replied:
You: Even Hyunjin? ;)
The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then reappeared. Finally:
Minho: Don’t start.
You laughed, tossing your phone onto the nightstand.
Maybe you’d tease him more later. Maybe you’d talk to Hyunjin again—maybe even without tripping over your words this time. Either way, being home already felt exactly how it was supposed to: noisy, warm, and just a little bit chaotic.
That night, Lee Know fell asleep on the couch surrounded by his cats, phone buzzing softly beside him with your new message:
“Thanks for picking me up, loser. I missed you.”
He smiled in his sleep. Protective or not, it felt good to have you home again.
And somewhere across town, Hyunjin looked at a half-finished sketch—a bright-eyed girl in a winter scarf—and smiled too.
Yes Dick Grayson is badass and is willing to commit war crimes for his brothers but-
Jason’s sitting at his bedside, Dick waking up panicking still thinking dangers lurking.
Red Hood’s gonna be on his knees whispering assurance.
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Tim tracks him, talks to him, always if not literal a metaphorical step behind.
Red Robin will break through the window, rescuing him from a shootout or making soup paying no mind to the vomit and dirty dishes.
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Damian’s different the baby of the family more than aware that he can’t break through the façade. Alfred the Cat and Titus are still placed on chests. Dick trembling surrounded by broken glass.
It’s Damian who makes phone calls. Let’s his older brothers help Dick while he prepare’s tea.
Some nightmares won’t ever feel Damian Wayne’s wrath but for Dick Grayson he will settle for Red Hood and Red Robin.
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Dick Grayson might be the oldest but no matter what his brothers are gonna show up.
Content Warnings: Mentions of false incest rumours involving siblings (explicitly denied), shouting/anger, and an unexpected kiss.
word count ~ 1.2K
You sat in the stands with your knees tucked up, arms folded across your chest, trying to look like someone who belonged. The crowd around you was restless, voices rising and falling in a thousand different rhythms, but your gaze was fixed on the field—on your brother, Pedro González. People always seemed to whisper when they saw you two together. Sometimes you’d catch the comments—“They must be dating, right?”—and roll your eyes so hard you’d get a headache. You’d corrected them so many times you’d lost count, but the rumours clung like static. Once, someone even muttered, “Keep it in the family, I guess,” and you’d had to swallow a wave of nausea. It was gross. Pedro was your brother—not your secret lover, not your forbidden crush—just your brother. Sure, he was attractive, but not to you. Not like that.
You tried to push the thought aside and focused on the game, your heart quickening as the play unfolded. Pedro was closing in on the goal, weaving between defenders with the kind of confidence that made you proud and a little bit envious. The stadium seemed to hold its breath. And then—he scored. The net rippled, and the stands erupted. You shot to your feet, hands cupped around your mouth as you screamed your brother’s name, your voice lost in the roar. Pedro threw his arms wide and celebrated with that ridiculous little dance he’d been doing since he was seven.
But as the game rolled on, your attention drifted. Your eyes kept finding one player—Pablo Gavi. He moved across the pitch with a kind of raw energy that made him impossible to ignore, like he was always on the verge of breaking into something wild. Most people called guys like him “handsome,” “hot,” “talented.” But for some reason, none of those words fit. Gavi was beautiful, and the thought startled you every time it crossed your mind. You’d catch yourself replaying little things about him—how his hair flopped over his forehead, the way he laughed with your brother, the intense focus in his eyes when he thought nobody was watching. You’d rambled about him to your friends more times than you cared to admit, but you always laughed it off. It was easier that way.
You forced yourself to look away as the other team took possession, but Gavi drew your gaze again a moment later, crashing into an opposing player with reckless abandon. They hit the ground hard, and then an argument exploded—gestures, shouting, faces red with anger and adrenaline. The ref flashed a yellow card at both of them, and you saw Gavi’s jaw clench. He stomped off the pitch as he got subbed out, anger radiating from him like heat.
You watched as Pedro jogged over to the sideline, gesturing toward the coach, Xavi, his face earnest and pleading. You couldn’t hear the words, but the answer was clear enough from Xavi’s tight shake of the head. Pedro looked frustrated, but then he turned to you, a plan forming in his eyes. Before you could even process what was happening, a staff member waved you down from the stands and led you behind the scenes. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, grass, and old liniment.
Pedro was waiting, breathless, as you emerged from the stairwell. “Y/N, can you calm Gavi down? Please.” He looked at you with desperation, a flicker of vulnerability you rarely saw from him.
“Why me? I barely know him,” you replied, voice low, confused and a little defensive.
Pedro hesitated, glancing around before leaning in. “Don’t tell anyone, not even Gavi, but... he likes you. He wouldn’t shut up about you for an entire week after he came over.” His eyes narrowed, half annoyed, half relieved.
Your mouth fell open, words caught in your throat. “Wait, really?”
Pedro winced. “I shouldn’t be saying this. Just... talk to him, okay?”
You sighed, letting the breath rattle in your chest. “Fine, I’m going,” you muttered, rolling your shoulders back as if you could armour yourself with determination.
Pedro gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering a soft, “Thank you,” before darting back toward the field, leaving you to navigate the maze of corridors alone.
You paused outside the locker room door, nerves buzzing in your fingertips. You knocked, the sound echoing in the empty hall. “Gavi? Are you here?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but it trembled anyway.
“What?” His reply was sharp, brittle, like glass about to crack.
You hesitated. “Just checking if you’re okay.”
The door swung open, and there he was—shirtless, hair damp with sweat, eyes stormy and dark. He looked you up and down, his jaw tight, then yanked you inside and shut the door behind you with a soft click. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with the scent of soap and adrenaline.
“See? I’m fine,” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest like a shield.
You took a step back, searching his face. “You sure?” you asked, softer now, reading the tension in his posture.
“Yes! I’m fine, seriously!” he shouted, voice raw. But there was something behind his anger, a need for someone to see him, to stay, to not leave him alone with whatever storm was raging inside.
You lingered a moment longer, watching the way his hands shook just slightly. “Okay...” you said, not believing it for a second. You turned to leave, the disappointment heavy in your chest.
“Wait!” His voice cracked through the silence.
You turned, eyebrows raised. “What is it?”
Before you could react, his lips crashed into yours—warm, urgent, a little clumsy. For a heartbeat, you froze, shocked by the suddenness, then the realisation hit you like a wave. He was kissing you. Gavi was kissing you. You felt the world tilt and then right itself, as if this was the way things were always supposed to go.
He broke away too soon, eyes wide with fear. “Shit, I shouldn’t have... Pedro’s going to kill me,” he muttered, already backing away.
You caught his wrist, grounding him. “Pablo, he won’t.” You tried to sound sure, but your heart was pounding so loudly you couldn’t hear yourself think.
He looked at you, eyes searching, desperate for reassurance. “How do you know?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. This time, he melted into it, arms winding around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands found his neck, fingers threading through his hair, and the kiss deepened—soft and frantic all at once, as if you were both afraid to let go.
You were so lost in the moment you barely noticed the door creak open behind you, voices filtering in from the hallway. Gavi held you tighter, refusing to let you pull away, even as you tried to wriggle free, laughter bubbling in your chest.
A loud, exaggerated “Ahem” made you both freeze. You broke apart, cheeks burning, and turned to see the entire team clustered in the doorway, grinning like idiots. Pedro stood at the front, arms crossed, an exasperated smile tugging at his lips.
“Well, I guess he’ll be in a better mood now,” Pedro said, shaking his head. “But get ready—he won’t stop talking about you for days.”
You looked at Gavi, who was already blushing, and then at your brother, whose annoyance couldn’t hide how happy he was to see you smiling. For the first time all day, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, everything was about to change.
big Brother picks you up from your friends house, while you guys drive back home “ what’s your friends name? “ your brother says while staring at the road.
He looks over at you. Raises one eyebrow. He sees that you are not saying anything. Your brother waits for you to say something “ what’s their name? “ he asks again. You look at him and finally say, “ they aren’t a friend.. “ his grip tightened on the wheel his knuckles turning white.
“Wow a girlfriend!, I see you baby brother! “ his tone changed a bit pretending to be happy for you “ he punches your shoulder then light turns turns green.
A few minutes later you guys make it home, your brother tells you to come in his room.
You go to his room and sit next to him. “ what’s up ? “ you say, he looks at you “ well tell me more about this girlfriend “. you quickly protest “it’s not a girlfriend.. just a crush. “ he nudges your shoulder “ a crush?, damn baby bro.. you grown so much.. remember when we used to play house.. now you have crushes now!?” You blush softly and look away not able to say anything.
“Do you know how to kiss a female? “, he asks. You shake your head no in embarrassment, “ want me to teach you ? “ he asks another question that makes your whole face warm. “ What the fuck dude no!. “.
A few moments later
you guys are facing each other now. “Alright so you want to cup their face with your hand like this.. “ he cups your cheek with his palm. “Then you want to tilt your head slightly and lean in.. “ he tilted his head and leaned in and reflexively you lean in and kiss him.
His eyes widened not expecting to actually kiss him, he smiles against your lips his hand moving to your jaw to open your mouth a bit. he deepens the kiss. you let out a soft whine as you try to kiss back but the kiss slowly becomes sloppy, he pins you against the soft mattress, his knee between your legs.
He breaks the kiss with a soft gasp and moves to your neck leaving dark hickeys and bite marks. “Baby bro.. I’ll keep you safe.. you don’t need them.. all you need is your big bro. “
“What happens when Go Hyuntak’s sister shares a surprisingly lively lunch with Park Humin, causing her protective brother to completely lose it ?.”
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𓍢ִ໋🌹͙֒ Park Humin x Reader ┊ Fluff ┊ 1.5k words
The midday bell shrieked, a wild noise that sent students flooding into the halls like a dam breaking. Y/N held her lunch, wading through the crowd easily. Her brother, Go Hyuntak, was usually her lunch buddy, a loud, familiar face in the cafeteria. But today, he was stuck on some urgent 'group stuff' – a hushed talk with Sieun and their friends in a quiet corner of the school. Figures, she thought, a little sigh escaping her lips. She loved Hyuntak, but sometimes his loyalty to his friends, and how busy that made him, was just… a lot.
She looked around the packed cafeteria, a sea of chattering heads and clanging trays. Every table seemed full. Then, from across the room, she heard a booming laugh, louder than most. Her eyes found the source: Park Humin. He was at a table near the back, not quietly reading, but gesturing wildly, probably telling a wild story to an empty chair next to him, or maybe just yelling across the room to someone. He had a natural loudness that somehow drew attention.
As she got closer, she saw the table wasn't completely full, there was an empty spot right next to Humin. He was already digging into his lunch, talking loudly to himself or the air, making a lot of noise while eating. Y/N paused. Sitting next to Humin felt… something. He was Hyuntak's friend, yes, and always a big presence, but she’d rarely been this close to his unfiltered, loud energy.
Seeing her standing there, looking for a spot, Humin looked up, his bright eyes meeting hers. "Yo, Y/N! No space anywhere else, huh? Come here! This spot's free, even if my story's not!" he boomed, waving her over.
Y/N gave a small, shy smile. "Yeah, it's crazy in here today. Hyuntak's off doing… Hyuntak things."
He nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Typical! Come on, sit! You look lost!" He pointed to the empty seat beside him.
"Thanks, Humin." She slid into the seat, putting her lunchbox down carefully. The noise level actually increased slightly with her presence, as Humin turned his full, loud attention to her. He was already halfway through his food, chewing with gusto. Y/N started to eat, feeling a little unsure. This was… new. She'd known Humin for ages because of Hyuntak, seen him fight with her brother, seen how strong he was. But they’d hardly ever just sat together, alone, doing something so normal.
"So, what's got you eating alone? Your brother finally ditch you for the 'big boys' club'?" Humin asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
Y/N chuckled. "Something like that. He's talking with Sieun and the others. What about you? Aren't you usually with them?"
Humin waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, they're boring today. All serious talk. I needed some real excitement. And food! What's for lunch? Looks… healthy. You gonna finish all that?" He eyed her kimchi fried rice with a teasing smirk.
Y/N laughed, suddenly feeling much more at ease. Humin’s loud, unreserved energy was strangely comforting. It pulled her out of her own quiet worries. "It's comforting! And yes, I'm finishing it. Not like you, probably inhaled yours in five seconds."
He scoffed playfully. "Hey! I savor my food! I just do it efficiently. What kind of boring stuff are they talking about over there? Anything good? Any new fights?" He leaned in conspiratorially, his eyes wide with mock excitement.
"Humin!" Y/N giggled, shaking her head. "No fights! Just… stuff. You wouldn't be interested. It's not loud enough for you."
He grinned. "You wound me! I can appreciate quiet… sometimes. But seriously, what about you? Still doing those art classes? You're good at that stuff, right? Saw one of your drawings once, it was pretty cool."
Y/N brightened, surprised he remembered. "Really? You saw it?"
"Yeah, Hyuntak was bragging about it. Said his little sister's gonna be a famous artist or something. He talks about you a lot, you know." Humin winked. "Mostly about how you're too smart and quiet for his own good."
Y/N blushed faintly. It was endearing how Humin, for all his loudness, seemed genuinely interested. He wasn't like the other boys who just talked about fights or games. He listened, even if he interrupted sometimes with a loud comment. There was a genuine warmth about him, a big, friendly presence that made her feel… seen. She found herself slowly leaning in a bit, lost in their lively talk, not even noticing the noise around them. His loud laughter, his exaggerated gestures, somehow created their own bubble of fun.
Meanwhile, across the cafeteria, Go Hyuntak was finally free from his friends' urgent huddle. He stretched, cracking his neck. "Man, I'm starving. Y/N's probably eaten everything already."
He looked around the cafeteria for his sister, his eyes sweeping over the tables, until they landed on a familiar head of hair. There she was, at a table near the back. And next to her...
Hyuntak's eyes narrowed. Park Humin.
His jaw dropped. His little sister. With Park Humin. Alone. Laughing. And Humin was booming with laughter, louder than anyone else, making Y/N giggle. And Y/N was leaning in, that open, trusting look on her face she usually saved only for him or Sieun.
What in the actual hell?
His mind went crazy. Y/N was his little sister. Sweet, innocent, completely unaware of the rougher sides of their school life. Humin was… Humin. Loud, wild, full of energy. But still, a boy. A boy who was currently sitting too close to his little sister, looking way too comfortable. And being loud like that, making her laugh.
Hyuntak felt a loud roar growing in his chest. This was not okay. This was breaking some… something. Some unwritten brother rule that said Humin (or any guy, for that matter) couldn't be so loud and comfortable with his sister with anything even close to that kind of warmth.
He started walking, a determined, slightly scary walk, cutting through the tables. People naturally moved out of his way, sensing Hyuntak's coming burst of protective anger. He could already hear his own voice: "Humin! What do you think you're doing with my sister?!" "Y/N! What are you doing with him?!"
As he got closer, his eyes locked onto their table. They were still talking, completely unaware of the storm cloud heading their way. Y/N was smiling brightly at something Humin said, a big, clear smile that somehow made Hyuntak's growing rage worse. Humin reached across the table, not to touch her, but to playfully flick a stray piece of rice off her cheek, then grinned. A small, familiar gesture for friends. A gesture that, to Hyuntak's overprotective mind, looked suspiciously like an intimate moment.
That's it!
He was practically at their table, ready to unleash all his older-brother fury, when Sieun, who had apparently finished his own group talk and was also looking for Hyuntak, suddenly showed up behind him, a hand on his arm.
"Hyuntak. Calm down. Where are you going with that look on your face?" Sieun's voice was low, with a clear warning.
Hyuntak jumped, his anger briefly going away under Sieun's gaze. "Sieun! It's… it's Y/N. And Humin!" He waved wildly towards the two who didn't know what was coming. "They're eating lunch. Together. And Humin's making her laugh! Like that! My sister!"
Sieun followed his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the scene. He saw Y/N and Humin, chatting easily, a bubble of lively talk in the noisy cafeteria. A faint, almost invisible hint of a smile touched Sieun's lips, quickly disappearing. He turned back to Hyuntak, his face calm again.
"So? They're friends. They're just eating lunch."
"Friends?! Friends don't look at each other like that! He's making her laugh! At my sister! He shouldn't be making her laugh like that!" Hyuntak spluttered, pointing his finger.
Sieun sighed, a long, tired sound. "Hyuntak. You need to relax. They're at school. What do you think is going to happen?" He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, Humin is… Humin. He's loud. And he's reliable. If she's going to spend time with anyone, it's better him than some weirdo. Don't make a scene."
He squeezed Hyuntak's arm firmly, a clear order to stand down. Hyuntak looked from his sister and Humin, who were now putting their trays away, still talking and laughing, to Sieun's firm face. He mumbled, but he knew better than to argue with Sieun when he had that look.
As Humin and Y/N stood up, Y/N saw her brother and Sieun. "Oh, there you are, Hyuntak!" she called out, waving. "I saved you some kimchi fried rice, but Humin said it wasn't exciting enough for him!" She playfully elbowed Humin, who just chuckled loudly.
Humin offered Sieun a polite nod, his face back to its usual loud, cheerful self. "Sieun. Hyuntak."
Hyuntak could only glare at Humin, who met his gaze with an innocent, bright grin. He knows! The jerk knows exactly what he's doing!
As Y/N walked over, completely unaware, Humin followed a step behind her, still wearing that wide, cheerful smile that made Hyuntak want to hit something. Sieun, ever the calm one, just watched, a hint of amusement in his quiet eyes. He knew a game had started. And it had just begun.
Hyuntak could only stand there, arms crossed, watching his sister walk off with the loud, bright Park Humin.
My little sister. With Park Humin. What the actual hell?!
