𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙢𝙞 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞

Andrea Kimi Antonelli, 20, Mercedes Formula 1 driver, the youngest champion. He won his title in Mexico. The whole team celebrated, drinking tequila and other alcoholic beverages. You were there too, but you didn't drink. Kimi was a curly-haired, sweet guy only in appearance. In public, he was very reserved, almost aggressive, but not with everyone. He had a weakness for women, he was always very sweet with them, especially with you. He loved you, and all the mechanics saw it, even if you didn't notice it; it was obvious. You were 17, a junior engineer. You were a little copy of Kimi, and according to Italian superstition, you were destined for each other. You always did everything for this team, and your efforts were visible. You were very good at drawing and made a model of Antonelli's helmet. When it was completed, he said it was the best thing he'd ever seen in his life. He's been wearing that helmet for six seasons now. "This is my helmet, the one that gives me luck, I'll never trade it for any other," Antonelli said in an interview. But after Kimi's title celebration, the next day, Kimi wrote in the general chat of engineers and Toto.
Kimi - "Hello. I won't be at the next race, I'm sick."
Senior engineer: "It's a pity, who should we take as a replacement?"
You were reading the chat and it was really annoying that they were only interested in that. And not how Kimi was feeling now. The one who pulled Mercedes into the top 1 of the best Formula 1 teams, overtaking Ferrari, Red Bull, and McLaren. You decided to go to Kimi and bring him some medicine, just some regular help as a friend. You went to the pharmacy and bought a lot of things and brought them to Kimi. You nervously tugged at the strands of your curled hair. It seemed to you that your nerves were making your hair curl even more. You went to Antonelli's door and knocked. He opened the door. His eyes were tired, his gaze clouded, blurry, his hair tousled. Kimi was much taller, but now he looked like a small abandoned kitten. Kimi was wearing some shorts and a T-shirt, just a black one.
Kimi—"Hmmm? Who's here, huh...is it you...I can't invite you into the house because I'm sick. I think I wrote this in the group."
Kimi smiled sweetly at you, looking you up and down.

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