- Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, hiding secrets, not proofread
"Don't watch, she's younger than you."
Pedri's words snapped Lamine out of his thoughts, who was mindlessly drinking out of his water bottle. His gaze moved the the older one, seeing how he was pissed off – to say the least.
"Hm?" He feigned innocence, knowing damn well that this was about you – Y/n, Pedri's younger sister.
"Who's younger than me?" As he sat down to enjoy watching your brother getting riled up, Lamine had to hide his grin from appearing on his face. Instead, he didn’t even wait for an answer and stood up, taking out his earphones as he approached the other.
"I don’t know what you’re talking–"
"Quit it." The teenager raised an eyebrow at his captain, pouting for a moment before he sighed and rolled his eyes. The locker room was tense, silent, as his teammates waited for something to happen. But nothing did.
"Alright, alright!" Lamine raised his hands in defeat, although he didn’t look the slightest bit apologetic. Pedri flared his nose in response, trying his absolute best to not get angry at him. He was still a child, he doesn’t know much about this, about you.
And with that, Lamine opened the door and stepped outside the room, closing it behind him with a satisfied smile on his face.
It only grew as he saw you, not knowing that he was right behind you.
"Hi, Y/n." Once the words were spoken out, your hands still tensed with fear and turned around, slightly calming down when it was just Lamine. You placed a hand on your chest, right above where your heart was as you sighed softly.
"You scared me..." A low chuckle escaped from his mouth as he approached you with quick steps, opening his arms before he wrapped them around your waist and smiled at how you smelled with his hoodie.
Pedri was still inside, still fuming in anger due to his protectiveness over you, but Lamine knew that – even if you were a mere teenager just like him – you should live your own life, not live in the shadow's of your older brother. In all honesty, Lamine had thought about talking about this to your brother, but he knew that you'd go insane.
"Oh, and before I forget." As he reached into his pockets to take out your wired earphones, you beamed with excitement at finally finding them, just for them to be knotted. You pouted at the sight, before seeing how Lamine could easily unknot them. "You forgot these yesterday."
"Thank you!" When you placed your hands on his shoulders and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, you watched as his usual confident self vanished in a second, seeing how his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "Aw, embarrassed?"
"Nothing." In an instant, you dismissed whatever you had just said when you saw him glare at you, turning around in search of an escape route, only for him to cage you in his arms again.
"You little- don't call me that!" You two filled the hallway with laughter as he teased you, whereas you were dramatically trying to get him to leave you alone. For a professional footballer, Lamine for sure was acting quite immature, as he's supposed to.
Meanwhile, when you two finally left the stadium to bid goodbye at the end of the tunnel, Pedri could feel his eye twitch in irritation. Gavi, who stood beside him, was scared of his captain for the first time in his whole career, avoiding eye contact at all times.
Through television, he seemed pretty harmless, yet he knew better – he knew Pedri better. And, based off on the way he was frozen in place, he was seething in anger.
"Wow, who... who would've thought? Hahaha..."
– A/N : at school rn help
