#do you think she ignored him and hung up.

[f1lovr]

FAKE IT TILL YOU...LOVE HER? | LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: in which lando accidentally speed runs his way from a fake wedding date to real feelings, proving that the only thing faster than his car is his ability to fall in love with his best friend

warnings: none!

THE INITIAL PROBLEM

lando had a problem.

a really bad, really stupid problem, but a problem nonetheless.

this whole thing started with a text from his ex, Rebecca.

Rebecca: Hey, Lando! I'm just checking in with everyone I sent wedding invites to and I saw you hadn't RSVP'd yet so I wanted to check to see if you were coming. We'd love to have you there!

it was a reasonable message to send, she wanted to know who was attending her wedding after all. It wasn't rude or passive-agressive either, just a simple invitation, but to one of the most emotionally torturous events lando could imagine.

he was gonna ignore it, that was first instinct.

his second instinct though was to lie.

Lando: Hey! Yeah, I'm coming! also have a plus one because I'm bringing my girlfriend!

He was fucked in short. His decision had been made in pure panic. There was no thinking behind it, just recklessness.

And that? That's how he ended up on your doorstep at midnight, a frantic look in his eyes and looking like he was about to breakdown at any second.

You opened the door looking like you had just woken up, a blanket wrapped around your body and your hand rubbing your eyes as you looked at lando with furrowed eyes. "Lando?"

He was nervous, running his hands through his hair because he didn't know what to do with them. "I need you to be my girlfriend."

There was a pause. You just stared at him processing the words he said. You squinted at him in confusion before responding. "Are you drunk?"

"no."

"are you concussed?"

"not that i know of."

"but you need me to be your girlfriend?"

lando let out a deep breath preparing to explain. "Rebecca's getting married."

"i'm aware."

"and i panicked."

you look at him confused at that.

"and i may or may not have told her i was bringing my girlfriend."

there was silence as you stood there looking at him, more like glaring at him honestly.

then slowly you spoke. "lando."

his hands shot up into the air in defense. "look, i know it's stupid, i know i'm being stupid, but i can't show up alone now, let alone in general. i'll end up looking like a sad, little, loser boy who's still hung up over his ex-"

"you are a sad, little, loser boy who's still hung up over his ex."

he groaned at that statement. "okay, fine, that's fair, but she doesn't need to know that."

"okay so let me get this straight," you say as you stand in front of him, a hand over your face. "you lied-"

"yes."

"- and now you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend-"

"yes."

"- because you're too much of an idiot to tell her the truth and too proud to just show up solo?"

"yes."

your stare was blank as you stood there in front of him. "you are such a dumbass."

"but a desperate one," he corrected you with a smirk, one he hoped would sway you.

you let out a sigh, a nice big and long one at that.

then, "fine. but you owe me big time."

lando grinned at your answer, "i'll name my firstborn after you."

"deal."

MONACO, THE WEEKEND OF THE WEDDING

you regret your decision before you had even set foot into the venue. the venue was too extravagent, the people there were too rich, it screamed money and emotional damage.

lando stood beside you looking effortlessly charming. he wore a suit that was perfectly tailored to him, a boyish grin covering his face, his energy giving i am completely fine and not at all panicking internally.

you on the other hand? you were the exact opposite and were very much panicking.

"what if she sees right through this?" you mumble to him as you fiddle with your dress as the two of you walk into the reception hall.

lando smirked at you, "then we make it convincing."

and before you could even question him his arm had slid around your waist pulling you closer ot him.

you froze up entirely at that. "lando."

his mouth came to your ear, whispering like he was telling you a secret. "shh, she's watching us."

oh. oh.

your eyes stole a glance across the room before landing on rebecca. she looked elegant, poised, and her eyes were watching you and lando as if she was trying to decipher some sort of puzzle.

showtime.

your body turned into landos, your face plastering your best adoring girlfriend smile that you could muster up. "you're ridiculous."

he beamed, completely unbothered by what you had said. "and you love it."

"unfortunately."

the hand that he had around your waist squeezed you a bit. "good girl."

your brain short-circuited.

he did not just-

"you're insufferable," you mumble to him, ignoring the blush that was definitely creeping all over your face right now.

"and yet, you agreed to this."

"...i'm starting to rethink that decision actually."

too late though, rebecca was already approaching the two of you.

"lando," she greeted with a smile, one that was just a little too perfect. "you actually made it."

lando's hand tightened where it was on your waist only just slightly. "of course."

her gaze then flicked to you. "and you must be..."

"y/n," you said with a sweet smile. "his girlfriend."

the way rebecca's expression barely faltered was almost admirable.

"well," she said, voice smooth. "it's lovely to meet you then, i didn't even know that lando was seeing someone."

lando grinned at her words. "it's new, but when you know, you know."

your heart did something stupid at that.

rebecca hummed, clearly not convinced. "so how long have you been together then?"

"oh only a couple months, but we've known each other forever," lando lied easily.

rebecca only nodded her head at that, you thought she was about to call you out on your stunt but she didn't. "well, i hope you both enjoy the wedding."

and with that, she walked away, disappearing into the crowd, probably going to go talk to more people with her husband or something.

you let out a breath as soon as she was gone. "i think i need a drink."

lando only laughed, his lips moving down to press a quick kiss to your temple. "c'mon love. let's get you one."

you really needed to stop enjoying this.

THE RECEPTION: A MASTERCLASS IN FAKE DATING

dinner had shortly become a nightmare. rebecca's table had been placed in view of yours, and she had been watching the entire night.

this meant that lando was in full boyfriend mode.

and he was annoyingly good at it.

comments whispered in your ear that make you laugh? check. hand resting on your thigh? check. tucking your hair behind your ear like it was nothing? double check.

and the worst part about all of this?

it didn't feel fake, not one bit.

at some point rebecca had made her way over to your table, this time with her now husband in tow.

"so," she started, the wine she had in her cup being swirled in her cup, "how did you two meet then?"

lando had no hesitation with his answer.

"oh, well like i said earlier we've known each other forever," he said, turning to you with an expression so genuine it nearly fooled you. "we grew up together, she's from back home in the UK, kind of just decided it was about time to stop hiding how i felt you know?"

your stomach flipped at his words, they almost sounded real, like he was talking from his real feelings.

rebecca's eyebrow raised, "oh really?"

lando had only nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. "yeah, i knew i was done for when i saw her for the first time in a while, knew i had to finally confess."

your breath hitched.

rebecca, for the first time, looked slightly thrown.

"well," she said, a forced smile on her face, "that's...sweet i guess."

lando just beamed, his eyes never leaving yours.

and when rebecca walked away, you realized-

your hands were shaking.

THE BALCONY

later that night you found yourself on the balcony, leaning against it just watching onto the world around you, the wind blowing into your hair gently.

the balcony was nice, it overlooked the ocean and it was nice and quiet, away from the wedding, away from the pretending, away from every feeling that had been swirling in your stomach the minute you stepped into the building with lando, unable to be untangled.

lando appeared beside you, leaning against the railing, so close to you your shoulders were brushing against each other.

"hey," he said softly, neither of you looking at each other, just out at the ocean.

you exhaled a small breath before responding, "hey," you said back just as softly.

there was a moment where neither of you spoke.

then quietly, he asked, "are you okay?"

you hesitated not knowing what to say, that one avril lavigne song in your head, why'd he have to go and make things so complicated. "are you?" you say instead of just spitting out all the feelings that were swirling around.

he only let out a breathy laugh. "less than i expected. more than i'd like."

your head turned to look at him, his eyes already on yours. they weren't filled with mischief for once, they were softer.

and suddenly, the two of you weren't at his ex's wedding, the both of you weren't pretending.

it was just you and him.

"lando..."

he didn't say anything, only reaching for your hand. you let him take it.

"i think i could get used to this," he admitted quietly, the voice coming from his mouth raw and full of something you couldn't pin.

your heart stuttered, flipped, stopped almost.

"lando..."

"i know," he said quickly. "i know this was supposed to be fake."

silence. not a bad one, but a comfortable one as he figured out his next words.

then softly, almost hesitantly, he spoke, "but i can't help but wonder what it would be like if it wasn't."

your breath caught.

"what are you saying," you speak quietly.

"i'm saying," he starts, his hand coming to grab your other one before looking at you in your eyes, "i'm saying that i don't want this to be fake."

and before you could talk yourself out of it or think about the consequences, you kissed him.

and nothing had ever felt less fake.

THE PROPOSITION

a week later after the wedding, lando once again showed up at your door.

a smile was already on his face when you opened it, he was excited to see you.

and before you could even get a word out asking why he was there he spoke, "i need you to be my girlfriend."

"are you drunk?" you ask.

"no."

"concussed?"

"last i checked still no."

"fake?" you ask, wondering if this was real or not.

"definitely not." he said, a smirk coming to his face when he realized you figured out he was asking you out for real.

"still naming your firstborn after me?"

"depends, is it our firstborn? cause i feel like that would be a little awkward." he said, the smirk covering his face only growing.

you don't say anything, the kiss you pulled him into was answer enough for him.

cause this time?

this time he wasn't pretending, he didn't have to beg you, he was just lando. lando, your best friend, stood at your doorstep asking you to be his, and you were more than willing to do that.

[koyagifs]

── 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: seonghwa x f!reader au: 9th member | best friends to lovers | pre! poly | genre: fluff | slight angst | word count: 2.7k synopsis: how seonghwa accepted his feelings for you warning(s): hma incident from 2023, unfair treatment towards you

Seonghwa was the last member to join the poly relationship - mainly because he had such a hard time understanding his own feelings. Also doesn't help that he's the oldest and for the longest time he had always thought of you like younger sister. That was until, the boys had their own night - something they decided to do monthly to give you time away from them.

That was until one of those nights out, when Seonghwa found himself oddly restless.

The house was unusually quiet without you around. He had always appreciated these nights, thinking they were a good way to make sure you had space, but now, for some reason, he hated it. He kept glancing at the clock, checking his phone more times than he wanted to admit, and ignoring the teasing looks from the others.

"Just text her," Wooyoung finally said with a smirk. "Bet she's just as miserable without us."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. Instead, he let out a sigh and leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms. "She's probably enjoying the peace and quiet for once."

"Are you sure about that?" Yunho nudged him. "Or are you just saying that to make yourself feel better?"

He didn't have an answer for that. Not one that made sense, anyway. But when they got back home later that night and you greeted them with the warmest smile, throwing yourself into their arms like you had been waiting all night just to see them—Seonghwa felt something shift. The way his heart squeezed at the sight of you, the way he wanted to keep you close, to be the first one you ran to, the one who held you the longest.

It hit him then.

This wasn’t just familial affection. It never had been.

And maybe, just maybe, he had been denying it for far too long.

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

you all had just gotten back from the shit show of award show - even with winning two awards. The piss poor management had left everyone furious. furious for you and the fans that were there.

The moment you all stepped into the house, the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface finally exploded.

"Fucking ridiculous," Wooyoung spat, yanking off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch. "How the hell do you mess up an entire awards show this badly?"

"Forget the show," Jongho grumbled, rubbing his temples. "The way they handled back track? Absolute trash. we had to basically scream into our mics."

San let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "And did you see how they rushed Yn off stage after we won? Like she wasn’t just as important as the rest of us?"

That set off another round of grumbles, Yeosang’s usually calm expression dark with irritation. "They’re lucky I didn’t say something right then and there."

Yunho, normally the peacekeeper, just ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "We should’ve seen it coming. The second we got there, everything was a mess. The staff didn’t know what they were doing, the timing was all over the place, and they still had the audacity to act like we should be grateful."

Your lips pressed together, the exhaustion of the night weighing heavy on your shoulders. It wasn’t just the poor management or the stress—it was the blatant disrespect. Winning two awards should have felt amazing, but instead, it was tainted by how terribly the entire event had been handled.

Seonghwa had been quiet, but when he finally spoke, his voice was razor-sharp. "We deserved better."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, everyone just stood there, letting the frustration settle.

Then, Seonghwa sighed, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms without hesitation. "You did amazing, Yn," he murmured, his touch grounding. "No matter what happened tonight, you were incredible."

you mumbled a thanks before you headed to the bathroom, tears streaming down your face as the boys all looked at each other.

The moment you closed the bathroom door behind you, the weight of everything finally crashed down. Hot tears streamed down your face as you gripped the sink, your chest tight with frustration and exhaustion. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, but instead, it felt like a slap in the face.

You had worked just as hard as them. Stood on that stage with them. Yet, the way they rushed you off, the way the staff barely acknowledged your presence—it stung.

A quiet knock on the door made you tense. "Yn?" Seonghwa’s voice was soft but firm, laced with concern. "Let me in."

You hesitated, quickly wiping at your face even though you knew it was pointless. After a deep breath, you unlocked the door, stepping back as he slipped inside. The second he saw your face, his expression darkened, jaw tightening.

"They really hurt you tonight, huh?" he murmured, reaching out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the lingering tears.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "It’s not just about me. It was all of us. We deserved better."

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, his fingers lingering against your skin. "We did," he agreed. "But they made you feel like you didn’t belong up there with us. And that?" His voice dropped lower, his tone edged with something dangerous. "That’s not okay."

You nodded your head, biting your lip from crying once again. Seonghwa heart clench as he hesitated wanting to comfort you.

It was the war raging inside him—whether he should comfort you as your friend or as something more.

For so long, he had convinced himself that his feelings for you were nothing more than protectiveness, the kind that came from being the oldest, from watching over you like he always had. But now, standing here, watching you fight back tears, knowing how much tonight had hurt you—he couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

This wasn’t just protectiveness. It never had been.

His hands twitched at his sides, torn between brushing the hair from your face or pulling you fully into his arms. If he did, it wouldn’t just be as a friend. Not anymore.

Seonghwa sucked in a slow breath, his gaze flickering over your face, reading every little tremble of your lips, the way your eyes shimmered with unshed tears. His chest ached. He wanted to be the one to hold you together, to make sure you never felt like this again.

And so, before he could overthink it any further, he made his choice.

Seonghwa reached forward, his fingers tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You don’t have to hold it in," he murmured. "Not with me."

That was all it took for you to break. A choked sob slipped past your lips, and Seonghwa didn't hesitate this time—he pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as if shielding you from the world itself. His grip was firm, steady, and when he whispered, "I’ve got you," you knew he meant it.

When you had your tears subsided, you pulled back. Seonghwa's voice was soft but warm, his hand gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek as he pulled back just slightly. He gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Why don't you take a nice long bath? I'll tell the boys to use the other one. I’ll make you some tea, hm?"

You sniffled, nodding slowly. The idea of being alone for a bit, letting the warmth of the bath and his kindness wash over you, sounded like exactly what you needed right now. The comfort of knowing you wouldn’t have to face the world’s chaos alone made the decision feel easier.

Seonghwa stood up and brushed his fingers over your hair one more time, his touch lingering for a second too long. "You deserve to take it easy tonight. I'll be right here when you're done."

Before Seonghwa could step out the door, your hand reached out, pulling him back just gently. His eyes widened in surprise, and when he turned to look at you, he was met with your gaze—soft and wide, a quiet vulnerability in those puppy eyes of yours.

A quiet breath caught in his throat. The way you looked at him, so earnest, made his heart ache. Whatever you were going to ask him, whatever you needed from him, Seonghwa already knew the answer. It didn’t matter.

He smiled, almost helplessly, you spoke softly.

" will you.. will you bathe with me?"

Seonghwa's breath hitched slightly at your words, the simplicity of the request taking him by surprise. For a moment, he just stared at you, unsure if he had heard you correctly. The way you asked—so quietly, so earnestly—had a weight to it, an intimacy that made his heart race.

But then, as his gaze met yours, his hesitation melted away. The sincerity in your eyes, the way you looked at him as if you trusted him completely, made it impossible to say no.

"Yn..." His voice was gentle, almost a whisper, as he took another step closer, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. He could feel his own pulse quickening, but he stayed grounded. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, a soft blush coloring your cheeks, but your gaze never wavered from his.

Seonghwa hesitated for just a heartbeat longer, before his smile returned, tender and understanding. "I’ll stay with you, Yn," he murmured, his voice warm, as he stepped closer. "If this is what you want, then yes."

He reached out, his fingers grazing the edge of your shirt, pausing for a brief moment, silently asking for permission. You didn’t hesitate—your small nod was all the affirmation he needed.

Slowly, he undid the buttons of his shirt, each movement deliberate, but his eyes never left yours. There was a quiet understanding between the two of you now, and even though the air was thick with unspoken feelings, Seonghwa was content to move at your pace, letting you guide this moment.

"Let’s take care of you, okay?" he whispered, his voice softer than before, as he gently led you toward the bath.

When you and seonghwa entered the bath together, Hongjoong had peaked his head in, a soft smile placed on his lips as he can see how content you look.

Hongjoong’s soft smile was almost a reflex as he stood in the doorway, his eyes immediately drawn to the peaceful scene before him. The sight of you and Seonghwa, both relaxed, your faces soft and content, made his heart flutter with warmth. He could see how at ease you both were, the weight of the night’s chaos seeming to melt away with every passing second.

He didn’t want to intrude, but he couldn’t help but admire the calm that had settled over you, the way Seonghwa’s presence seemed to bring you peace. The steam from the bath curled around the room, filling the space with the calming scent of the aromatherapy oils you’d chosen, and it was easy to tell that this was exactly what you needed—quiet, care, and a space to breathe.

Seonghwa, with his eyes closed, had his head tilted back slightly, his body relaxed against the edge of the tub, one arm resting along the side of it while the other gently rested on your shoulder. The gentle movement of his fingers along your skin was soothing, and he was fully immersed in the moment with you, not rushing, just sharing this time together.

Hearing the door click, you opened on eye to see a cup of tea. Your heart swelling at the gesture that one of your boyfriends had done.

" hwa," you mumbled.

The soft sound of your voice calling his name made Seonghwa's heart flutter. He turned his head toward you, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he saw your eyes meet his. His fingers, warm and tender, lightly traced patterns over yours as he let out a quiet hum, savoring the closeness.

As you leaned back against Seonghwa’s chest, his warmth surrounded you like a soft cocoon. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back was grounding, and you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

" i think- i'm in love with you," you whispered, your heart thumping against your chest.

Seonghwa froze for just a heartbeat, the words hanging in the air between you two, quiet but powerful. His heart skipped a beat, the steady rhythm faltering for a moment as he processed what you had just said.

You felt it, too—the way the air shifted around you, the weight of your confession settling in the space between you. Your breath caught in your throat, unsure of what his reaction might be, but also feeling a deep, undeniable truth in your own words.

Seonghwa’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, his chest rising and falling in a deeper breath as he slowly shifted, pulling you just slightly closer to him. His voice was soft but certain, his words laced with something tender. "Yn..."

You looked up at him, anxiety beginning to bubble in your chest as you searched his expression. But then, just like that, his hand slid under your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes met. There was no hesitation in his gaze—only a depth of affection that seemed to make the world outside of this moment disappear.

"I’m in love with you, too," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The words, the sincerity in them, made your heart swell and your breath catch. Seonghwa’s thumb brushed gently over your cheek, his touch reverent as he leaned in closer, the space between you narrowing.

"You’ve always had my heart, Yn," he added, his voice a low murmur, "I just didn’t know it until now."

The warmth of Seonghwa’s breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine as his soft kisses trailed along your neck. Each gentle touch, each press of his lips felt like a quiet promise, as if he was marking the moment with the kind of tenderness that left you breathless.

You closed your eyes, the sensation of his presence so close to you making your heart race. His arms, strong yet gentle, enveloped you as he snuggled into your neck, his warmth a comfort you hadn’t known you needed so badly until this very moment.

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extra

Wooyoung's voice, tinged with playful whine, filled the room as he dramatically threw his hands up. "And that completes our poly family! No more," he complained, his tone a mix of amusement and mock exhaustion.

Mingi couldn’t hold back his snicker, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he nudged Wooyoung playfully. "Yeah, no more, because clearly, we’ve reached the perfect number of chaos in this family," he added with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Yeosang and San, standing behind them with sly smiles on their faces, exchanged a quiet look before handing over a few won to Wooyoung and Mingi. The action seemed simple enough, but the sly grins they wore only made it more obvious what they were implying.

"You guys do know you're not the ones in charge, right?" Yeosang said with a raised eyebrow, the amusement clear in his voice.

San laughed softly, leaning in just enough for Wooyoung and Mingi to hear him. "It’s cute how you think you have the final say," he teased, his smile growing as he placed the money in their hands. "But really, we all know the real decision-makers around here."

Wooyoung pouted dramatically, clearly not liking how easily the others had caught onto his act, but the humor in his eyes couldn’t hide how fond he was of the whole dynamic. "Fine, fine, but no more additions!" he whined again, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings.

Mingi clapped him on the back, grinning wide. "Yeah, no more. We can’t handle any more chaos in our already perfect, 'complete' family, right, Wooyoung?" he teased, his voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness.

The group burst into laughter, their easy camaraderie filling the space as each of them knew—deep down—that the family they had created, no matter how chaotic or unpredictable, was perfect just the way it was.