Prompt 2: Selfies
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
Paris was beautiful. The most beautiful city Phichit had ever seen. One year had passed since his first Grand Prix Final and right then, he would compete against Victor, Yuuri, Leo, Guang-Hong and Seung-gil at the Internationaux de France.
They had a whole day before their Short Programs, so they decided to go sightseeing – although Phichit had to drag Seung-gil by his wrist behind himself.
"It will be just like a triple date!" Victor exclaimed, hugging Yuuri to himself so hard, that the Japanese boy gasped for air. Guang-Hong hid his face into the crook of Leo's neck. Leo smiled down at him gently.
"Can we go?" Seung-gil growled. "I want this day to end as soon as possible." Victor wanted to hug him by his shoulders, but Seung-gil waved his hand away.
Phichit had never made as many selfies as he did on that day. They had a group selfie in front of the Notre-Dame, of Victor and Yuuri kissing each other under the Arc de Triomphe, of Leo feeding Gung-Hong with snails who protested strongly and he could even took one of Seung-gil staring into his cup of coffee with a frown.
As the final event of their day, they decided to visit Eiffel Tower to watch its lights switching on.
Phichit usually thought about himself as a man who hasn't got short temper, but when he looked at Seung-gil's face, he had enough.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked, his voice being higher with a few octaves than usual. "Everyone enjoys themselves, but you look like as if you want to jump down from a bridge."
"If this day won't be over within an hour, there is a chance of it," he said, looking at Phichit with an annoyed expression on his face. Phichit growled. He grabbed the other boy by his collar and kissed him.
"It seems like you can change your expression if you want," Phichit said, smiling victoriously looking into Seung-gil's widened eyes.
Seung-gil's eyes flashed. He trapped Phichit's face between his hands and kissed him roughly. He wanted to show the Thai boy, that he was not someone who Phichit could play with, but he fell miserably. Phichit hugged him to his own body, stroking his hair gently.
The lights of the tower were switching on, but they were too lost in each other to pay attention to anything else.
They had no idea of the six mobiles whichs cameras clicked at the same time.
