- He never got mad. ever. The world would genuinely end.
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He touched everything. Constantly. Kimi's waist when he was talking, his arm when he was laughing, his shoulder when they were walking. Like he couldn't stop.
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He always adjusted to Kimi’s height. And this was the weird one.
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He ate cereal at weird hours. Like 3 PM cereal. 11 PM cereal
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He had a terrible habit of just showing up. No warning. No text. Just appearing at Kimi's door with takeout or sometimes nothing at all except that grin
was it casual when you said you don’t reply to the other 267 people on your phone but open my message immediately?
Was it casual when you said my best quality was my lips?
was it casual when we publicly admitted to committing credit card fraud together?
was it casual when we called each other beautiful?
was it casual when we wrote letters with hearts for each other and signed off with lots of love?
was it casual when we cheated in our prema challenges together even though we had no reason to?
Was it casual when we showed up late to every meeting together?
was it casual when we walked around the paddock with your hands on my hips?
was it casual when we talked about moving in together and cycling in monaco?
was it casual when we posed for all our selfies pretending to kiss each other?
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Andrea Kimi Antonelli sat there on his bed. Rubbing his forehead in agony. Or misery. Maybe both.
He could not get that man out of his damn mind.
The phone lay beside him, screen dark and taunting.
Three unread messages from Ollie glowed in his peripheral vision, but he couldn't bring himself to look at them.
Not after their conversation yesterday. Not after Ollie had laughed—actually laughed—when someone asked if they were dating.
"Casual," he'd said, that stupid grin plastered across his face. "We're just mates, aren't we, Kimi?"
Just mates. The words had hit like a slap, even though Kimi had nodded and forced out his own laugh.
His own laugh. Which felt so hollow. Which felt so—
fuck him. He was gonna run out of ice cream.
..
There are a few things Kimi noticed about Ollie. Habits.
He was like a big golden retriever, clingy and loyal and perpetually happy. Even when things went wrong on track, he'd just shake his head and grin like it was all some joke.
When sitting down, Ollie laid waaaaaaaay, right in his face. Or crouched down on the ground where Andrea was sitting. Always..next to him. Even if Oliver always bragged about being taller. By like... a foot
When they were walking? Leaning into him, lowering his face right in front of him as if he was miles away.
Like right now
"Really.." Kimi sighed, opening his door to find Ollie standing there with a box of Lucky Charms tucked under his arm. It was 10:30 PM
“I'm bored.”
“im not letting you in.” As he opened the door wider
Ollie pushed past him anyway,
"You've been ignoring my texts," he said, not looking at him as he walked
"Have I?" Kimi closed the door harder than necessary
"Three of them. Since yesterday." Ollie finally turned around, "That's not like you."
That's not like you. As if you know- you do
He was already making himself at home, dumping the cereal box on the kitchen counter and rifling through Kimi's cabinets like he lived there. "Bowl?"
"Top shelf."
"Can't reach."
"You're literally a giant.”
“Get on my back.”
"What?" Kimi stared at him, incredulous
Ollie leaned down, gesturing with his hands. "Come on, piggyback. Let's get the bowl together."
"That makes literally no sense," Kimi said, but was already moving forward, something magnetic toward Ollie despite everything
"Since when do we make sense?" Ollie laughed, and Kimi wanted to hate that sound. He really did
Reluctantly, he climbed onto Ollie's back, feeling those big hands grip his thighs as Ollie raised him up
He almost dropped the bowl on the brit’s head as he climbed down
Ollie looked smug
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“What..” Kimi muttered
“See. Now your happy.”
Huh- When was Andrea even—
“Also. You look really cute when you smile. Your canines are pretty.”
Oh.
Oh.