So sorry about the late upload. But this wouldn't write as quickly as I had hoped. And I split it into five chapters, so enjoy.


Phichit was nervous as he waited for his best friend to answer the phone. He and Yuuri were usually extremely open with each other – mostly on Phichit's insistence – and were always willing to help the other. This request though, Phichit was extremely nervous that Yuuri would say no.

Chris and Phichit were going to spend a week at Viktor and Yuuri's new flat in Saint Petersburg. Viktor had apparently spent a fortune building it to be their dream home. It took up half a floor to the two of them and apparently had a dance studio for Yuuri in it. Which was the reason that Phichit had even come up with this idea in the first place.

Finally, the phone stopped ringing and someone picked up.

"Zdravstvuyte," Viktor's voice chirped through the phone. "Yuuri's phone, Viktor speaking."

"Hi Viktor," Phichit replied. "Um… Is Yuuri there?"

"He's in the washroom," Viktor replied. "But you can talk to me."

Phichit held his breath and counted to three. He hated it when Viktor answered the phone because the man was way too talkative. Yes, they sometimes had amazing conversations, but right now Phichit had to talk to Yuuri and it was something that Vikto couldn't know about. He had a surprise planned for Chris and Yuuri would no doubt want to surprise Viktor too – that is, if Yuuri would even agree.

"I'm sorry Viktor, but I really just need to talk to Yuuri about this," Phichit tried, though he could feel Viktor pouting from hundreds of miles away.

"You don't need to be so mean about it," Viktor wined. "I just want someone to talk to."

"Viktor, it's nothing personal, but the only one who can help me with this is Yuuri," Phichit persisted.

"Why? Am I not good enough for you?" Viktor demanded – taking things way too personally.

"Viktor, no, you're just the wrong person for the job. I don't trust you because this has to do with Chris and everyone knows that you guys can't keep anything from each other. So, I need to talk with Yuuri."

Phichit heard Viktor gasp from the other side. The Thai man hoped that it was out of shock of Phichit's accusation and not because Viktor had jumped to conclusions.

Sadly, he was wrong.

"Now you have to tell me," Viktor stated. "Did he do something? Did he sleep with someone else? Oh my god, are you going to propose. You know I always thought that Chris would be the one, but I can totally see you doing it too? Are you going to make it romantic?"

Phichit rested his head against the wall in exasperation as he waited for Viktor's questions to die down. He didn't know how the man's thoughts could branch out in so many different directions at once, but here they were. Finally, Phichit heard his saviour in the back ground.

"Hey Viktor, who are you talking to?" Yuuri called, obviously just entering the room.

"Oh, no one," Viktor lied as Phichit could hear the older man shuffle away.

"I know that's a lie," Yuuri said, his voice getting closer. "Now who is it?"

"None of your business," Viktor tried as his voice got further away, letting Phichit know that the white-haired menace was holding the phone just out of Yuuri's reach.

"Viktor! Give Yuuri the damn phone now!" Phichit screamed into the phone, hoping that maybe Yuuri could hear him and think of a solution.

"Phichit?" Yuuri asked, though his voice was still slightly in the distance.

"Yes!" Phichit called back, feeling even more exasperated now that he knew that Yuuri was metaphorically just out of reach.

"Hang up!"

Phichit looked at his phone in shock. Why hadn't he thought of that? As soon as the call ended the game would be over for the Russian and Phichit could get to Yuuri so much faster. So Phichit followed Yuuri's instructions and hung up the phone and waited for Yuuri to call him back.

It took twenty minutes before his phone started to ring and when he answered it was obvious that the other man was out of breath.

"Sorry about that," Yuuri's wheezed as soon as he caught his breath. "I had to promise to make him Katsudon in order to get him to give me the phone, and even then, I had to lock myself in the bathroom, but I can guarantee that he's got his ear pressed to the door in hopes of caching some of the conversation. So, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"I have a favour to ask," Phichit stated. He was still a little cautious because he was almost sure that Yuuri was going to turn him down.

"Well what is it?"

"You know how we took fitness pole together back in Detroit?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I was hoping to surprise Chris with a routine and I noticed in the picture of your studio that you sent me that you have poles and I was thinking that maybe you could help me and give me a couple refreshers or maybe we could do a joint thing and surprise both Chris and Viktor with a routine. And I don't know, I think it would be fun, what do you think?"

Whatever Phichit had expected as a response was not what happened. Yuuri laughed. He laughed at the proposal. It was a kind and genuine laugh, but it was still not what Phichit had been expecting.

"Why do you sound so nervous?" Yuuri asked.

"Why did you laugh?"

"You were the one who talked me into taking the classes and now you're embarrassed to use them? The first time that the love of my life talked to me was while I was on a pole apparently, and I danced with your guy. No matter how hard I protested Viktor installed poles into my studio and I use them way more than I care to admit. And in all honesty, they're a great tool in teasing, and the boys will love it."

"So, you're in?" Phichit asked hesitantly. He had forgotten how much his best friend's coach had forced him out of his shell.

"Hell yes," Yuuri whispered in response. Now, we'll just have to figure out a way to get the boys out of the house while we practice."

"Don't worry," Phichit grinned into the phone. "I've got that covered."

"Alright, awesome. I guess I'll see you tomorrow when you get here and we'll get to work."

Phihcit said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. His heart was suddenly pounding and there was a smile spread straight across his face. For once he was glad that Chris lived in another country – because Phichit was sure that everyone in Thailand could hear him screaming and dancing around his house in excitement.