** it’s a quiet afternoon after training. lamine finally gets home, exhausted, and immediately flops face-down onto the huge bed, hoping to get at least ten minutes of peace before doing anything else.

instead, his energetic little brother spots him.

thinking lamine has become his own personal jungle gym, he climbs right onto his back, bouncing his knees and pretending to give him a “massage.” every time lamine groans and tells him to get off, his little brother just laughs harder and climbs even higher.

you’re sitting up against the headboard of the bed, scrolling through your phone, watching the whole thing unfold. you can’t stop smiling because lamine keeps acting like he’s suffering while secretly being way too patient to actually move him.

his little brother starts making up games:

• pretending lamine is a racehorse.
• asking if he’s asleep every five seconds.
• poking his cheeks until he opens one eye.
• declaring himself “king of the mountain” while sitting on lamine’s back.

lamine keeps trying to sound serious, but he’s too tired to argue, mumbling things like,

“bro… please…” “i trained for two hours…” “why are you like this?”

you just sit there trying not to laugh, occasionally teasing lamine because watching him get bullied by his little brother is the funniest thing you’ve seen all week.