Truth time: this story had three versions, all of which ended with this exact same bonus chapter! I didn't write all three versions, only outlining the first two, but this final update always stayed the same. It's from Otabek's POV, and takes place about two years after the last chapter. I'll eventually write an entire OtaYuri fic, but IDK when that'll be as I already have a new project in the works XD For now, enjoy the final update of Under Falling Snow~


Well, today has been bizarre. I had to settle on snacks for lunch because Seung Gil disappeared for the hour and even Sara was too busy on the phone to spare me a few minutes for a meal. If that wasn't weird enough, they both left early but at different times. Seung Gil said he had an appointment and an hour later, Sara claimed she was feeling a migraine coming on. Really, it almost feels like they were keeping something from me. I mean, they're not obligated to tell me everything that goes on in their lives, but I don't remember the last time I've seen him so distracted or her so flighty. Finishing out the day in silence wasn't unusual, but it didn't sit well.

Now that I'm in my own house, the uncomfortable stirring in my gut doesn't go away. If anything, it gets worse. It's never this quiet, the air usually filled with loud music or shouting from the other room. There aren't any lights on, either, like the place is vacant. While I take my boots off at the door, I wonder if I've forgotten something. Was today important, or was there anything scheduled that's slipped my mind? A long sigh is all I can muster, walking through the house when all I want is to fall into bed. It doesn't take long for my annoyance to turn into concern after failing to find my husband or our cat. They should both be here, but I come up empty from the living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. My stomach starts to churn, hands starting to get clammy. "Yuri?" Still nothing. A glow from the kitchen window means the light in the backyard is on. Why is it on? I slide the door open, frustration clouding my worry: the blonde in question is casually chatting on the phone, cat curled in his arms, in one of the deck chairs like it isn't below zero. "Why the hell are you out here?"

He jumps, Potya leaping from his grip and bolting past me. "I gotta go." Yuri ends the call, frowning at me. "Why are you yelling?" Our conversation shifts to Russian when it's just us.

"You left all the lights off, like you're not here. I couldn't find you anywhere."

"My car is in the driveway. Where else would I be?"

"How should I know?" I roll my eyes and take the seat across from him. "I didn't think you'd be sitting outside in freezing weather, that's for damn sure." A pain behind my eyes reminds me that I'm far too tired for any kind of arguing. I sigh, trying to rub the ache away. "Look, I had a long day. What's going on? What're you doing out here?"

Yuri folds his arms over his chest, pouting. "I was…on the phone." We let his words hang in the air, not bothering to touch them. "What's your problem, anyway? Did something happen?"

"People were being weird. It's not a big deal, just…felt like I was out of the loop."

He suddenly stands from his seat, grabbing my arm. "They're weird people. What do you expect? I'm hungry, so let's go get food. Get up, Beka." Now he's the one acting strange. Since when does he switch topics like that? It's almost like he was lost, words not sure where to go. Reluctantly, I stand, but I don't let him pull me anywhere. "Aren't you hungry?" Yuri tugs on my arm with both hands, unable to make me budge.

"I guess, but what's the rush?"

"I told you." He rolls his eyes, darkness out here obscuring the jade color. "I'm hungry."

I sigh, finally following him back through the house. "Fine. Where are we going?"

"Uhh…" Yuri pauses as we put our shoes and jackets on, idly tossing his hat from one hand to the other. "Do you mind if I pick?"

Isn't that what I suggested? I scoff, flipping my hood on. "Fine. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." That's…unexpected. It's not like today is anything special: just a regular Friday in February. Yuri gets impatient with my silence, waving his keys. "Just come on. I'll drive." There's no room for me to respond, so I follow him to his car. Once inside, I have to shove my hands in my pockets while the heater takes its time warming up. I've told Yuri to have it looked at, but he'd rather save for a new car altogether. "Shit."

I scan his face: Yuri's chewing his bottom lip, glaring at the steering wheel. He taps a rhythmless beat on his legs, still silent. "What's the problem?"

He sighs, blowing his hair out of his field of vision. "I want this to be a surprise, but I don't know how…" Yuri fumbles around the cup holders and center console, finding a pair of sunglasses. "Here: wear these." He orders while starting our mysterious journey out of the driveway.

Um, I fail to see how sunglasses will prevent me from seeing where we're going. "You do realize I can still see through these, right?"

"Then close your eyes, too. Problem solve, Beka."

Right: my bad. I laugh, following his instructions and sit back. "Why are we doing this?"

"Going out?"

"And making me keep my eyes shut."

Yuri doesn't answer right away. He hums in thought, but doesn't say anything for a minute. "It's a surprise, okay?" His voice is unusually soft: it's the voice he saves for when his heart directs his brain to relax and be…well, soft. "Trust me on this. It'll be worth it."

"Okay."

When the car slows to a stop, something hits my shoulder. "Keep your eyes closed! Do not open them until I say so. Seriously."

"If you didn't hit me, I'd still listen, you know."

"And you know I can't turn back time." Yuri jabs his finger in the spot he previously hit with noticeably less force. The glasses slide off my face and I follow instructions: my eyes are still shut. "I'll help you out." It's annoying to fumble with my seatbelt, like if it's some complicated puzzle. It shouldn't be so hard to do without sight, but I'm proven wrong and sigh in defeat when the sound of my door opening signals Yuri coming to my rescue. He snorts a laugh, releasing me from the restraint. "It's been getting stuck lately. It's not just you being inept."

What a relief. "My hero."

He helps me out of the car, looping his arm through mine and covering my eyes with his other hand. Walking around blindly is wildly uncomfortable but being held makes it less unpleasant. "Why do you keep leaning the other way?" Yuri tightens his hold, shifting my weight to lean into him. "You have the worst balance on the planet, I swear." That's probably not far from the truth. "Watch the steps here." He counts one, two. What place do we go to that has two steps? My mind starts running down a list of restaurants we frequent, but I've never given any thought to the front steps of any particular place so it does me no good anyway. The darkness suddenly fades, warmth from his hand disappearing: do I open my eyes? "You can look now." He uses his soft voice again, close enough that I can feel his breath against my skin.

When I open my eyes, I don't see Yuri in front of me: I see the smiling faces of our friends. "Surprise!"

"Wh-what?"

A few people, my husband included, laugh at my stuttered question. How else should I feel but confused when it's clear I'm the only one who doesn't know what's going on? Red and pink streamers are draped across the familiar living room, some colliding with the matching balloons scattered at the ceiling. The coffee table has been replaced with the fancy one from the dining room, littered with dishes of Valentine's candy and paper hearts. Bottles and trays of food line the back of the table, obscured by a foil-letter banner that reads: HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. "It's for you!" Phichit gestures at the general area, not bothered at all by the state of his home.

"An early anniversary party!" Victor adds with a blinding smile.

An early what? My focus shifts to Yuri, still holding my arm. His eyes are on his shoes, a little shrug showing he knows I want answers. "They wanted to celebrate with us before our trip."

"Any excuse for Phichit to decorate his house." Mila winks.

Each of our friends has their own little world: their lives happen there, and sometimes it's messy and time consuming, and it isn't always open for the rest of us to see. I think that's why it makes me smile, knowing that each one took time from their world to join ours for something meaningful. "I see that." I nod, amused by the…Phichit-like decorations. "Thank you, everyone." This acknowledgment is the only thing required for the party to start. My husband gets pulled away with some of his friends, I get pulled the other direction and music starts to fill the space.

At the table, Sara leans over with a nervous smile. "Are you surprised?"

"To see you're feeling better, yeah."

She covers her laugh, cheeks flushing to match her dress. "Sorry! We had to lie to you, or you'd figure something out. I'm bad with secrets."

"We?"

Her eyes dart to the other side of the room, towards the door. Seung Gil has stepped in, leading a dark grey ball of fluff near the coat rack before Phichit meets him there. I can't tell who Phichit is more excited to see: his boyfriend or their dog. He kisses them both, so it's anyone's guess. Almost as quickly as he arrived, Phichit returns to his guests and Seung Gil cradles the dog in his arms to unclip the leash. Sara waves him over, bouncing on her feet. "Coal gets cuter every day!" Sara squeals when the puppy is within reach. Of course, Seung Gil doesn't hand her over, but he stands close enough that he doesn't need to.

"And heavier." Seung Gil smirks. "Can you believe I helped make my own house look like this?"

I laugh, giving the room another glance. "Only a little obnoxious." I wait for Sara to finish petting Coal before doing the same. "So fluffy."

"She won't be when she gets older." He looks up, blinking. "Were you surprised?"

Funny: Sara had the same question for me. "You were both acting weird earlier. I should've known something was up."

Seung Gil rolls his eyes. "I had to pick up the balloons. They almost suffocated me in the car, so you're welcome." He may act like it was a chore, but if he really didn't want to do it, he would've sent Sara or Phichit. "I do owe you lunch, though."

"Where did you put the coffee table?" Sara asks.

With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "It's in the hamsters' room." No, it's not an entire room for the small pets: it's simply what they call the spare bedroom where the cage is. "I told P it wouldn't fit in the garage with both cars parked in there, but he tried it anyway. Thing is heavy as hell."

"Can't blame a guy for trying." She smirks.

I try not to laugh at his misfortune but can't be blamed for failing. "Wow. Where's the sofa, then?"

"Don't worry about it." Seung Gil scoffs, offering Coal table scraps. "Lot to fix after the party."

"I think it's all very cute." Sara beams. "Can you believe it's been five years? Does it feel that long, Otabek?"

Yes, in that it feels like I've known Yuri an entire lifetime, but no, in that it's all gone by so fast. I feel like it was just yesterday when I asked if he wanted to go with me to a concert in another city: he agreed, but only if our two-bed hotel room had a late checkout. It would've been an odd first date if we hadn't already been friends, but I had a feeling we'd have a good time. We didn't even need the other bed. "I believe it, but it doesn't feel like that long."

"It's different when you've been friends first, right?" Her smile is an obvious hint at her own relationship. Before she started dating Mila, the two were good friends for some time. "Time just kind of blurs."

Nodding, I busy myself with trying to shut my growling stomach up while maintaining my status as above that of a slob. "Yeah, it does." Time has kind of sped by with other relationships, too. I remember when Sara arrived at the office, flipping her hair over her shoulders and smiling at everyone she came across. She was always the first to clock off at the end of every day, and I assumed she had an active social life: turns out she has a brother who needed a ride after his work day. When Seung Gil got hired, I was glad to have help so I wouldn't have such a heavy workload. I had no idea the man would become my source of lunch Monday through Friday. I don't remember the last time we spent our lunch hour at the office, actually. He no longer seems perpetually annoyed at something, excluding the radio station I listen to after eleven: the music isn't actually as unbearable as he makes it out to be, but no fucking way will he ever admit that. "How long were you all planning this?"

"Since you were planning a trip instead of a party." Sara admits. "Mila heard about it from Yuri forever ago, but she just complained that we wouldn't get to celebrate. Once Phichit got a hold of that information, it was only a matter of what candy to buy."

"Feel free not to eat it all." Seung Gil shifts Coal to one arm to demonstrate his fondness for said sweets with his other hand. "He got the good stuff."

It isn't long until Phichit himself comes over, dragging Yuuri with him. Sometimes their steps are in sync, and I'm not sure what to make of it. Without spoken words, Seung Gil passes Coal over to Yuuri as Phichit takes Seung Gil's hand in his. "I know you're not real big on surprises, but we just couldn't let you two go off without a party." Phichit smiles, ignoring the quiet conversation his boyfriend starts with his best friend: the topic is puppies. "Are you having a good time?"

"Aside from the décor." Sara giggles.

"There was an abundance of Valentine's stuff, so what else could I do but buy it all?" Phichit laughs, unashamed of how tacky he's made his living room for the evening.

"Whatever you say." I shrug. "I wasn't expecting to celebrate this year."

The light in Phichit's eyes dims, jaw dropping just enough for him to gape like the room's been zapped of oxygen. "Wait, what?"

I thought it was pretty obvious that we weren't celebrating since we're taking a trip instead. Yuri wasn't shy about telling people our plans, so why does Phichit seem so shocked? "Yeah, well, we weren't throwing a party ourselves and I didn't think any of you would do it."

Placing his free hand over his heart, Phichit glares at me. "You scared me!"

Didn't think I did that, but okay. "How did I…?"

"I thought you meant you didn't want to celebrate, like if you were avoiding the occasion." He rolls his eyes. "Who wouldn't want to acknowledge something like a five-year anniversary, though? Unless you two were having issues, in which case, I'd feel really bad for all of this." Phichit waves vaguely around the room before diving into the heart-shaped candies. "Yuri didn't say anything, but you're…you're not having issues, right?"

Sara narrows her eyes my way, eyebrow cocked in skepticism. "You're not, are you?"

I'm not sure how the conversation derailed this way, but it sure happened fast. "No. We're good."

"Well, even if you were having issues, it's normal." Phichit shrugs. "The important thing is figuring out how to properly express anger without getting ugly. That way, nobody bottles anything up and you're both playing fair. I know you both have a voice, though, so—"

"P." Seung Gil tugs on his hand. "Fun, remember?"

Phichit laughs, kissing him on the cheek. "Right! Sorry, Otabek. You're having a good time, right?"

I nod, pouring a glass of whatever's closest. "I am, thank you." When I make eye contact with Seung Gil, he smiles with a nod of his own, quickly going back to talking with Yuuri. I used to think that only Yuri could guess what I was thinking: turns out Seung Gil is also a mind reader. It's nice to have people who don't need to be told to shut up or back off of a topic around. There's a serious shortage of being understood, so I'm grateful when I can find it. It isn't long before I'm alone with Seung Gil, Coal in my arms this time. The first time I ever held her was a couple days after Phichit brought her home, a gift first thing in the morning for Seung Gil. She was tiny: I was afraid of dropping her, but he said it'd be fine. Coal took an immediate liking to her new owner, sticking by his side as often as possible. Phichit tried to win her favor by spoiling her with secret treats, but Seung Gil got wise to this. "Did you call the guy about the chimney?" I ask, thinking about the last time I was over: the fireplace was off-limits because of the obstructed chimney. It was a real bummer, but oh well.

"Should be fixed Monday, but don't tell Phichit." He doesn't need to elaborate. I know he'd like to surprise him when he gets off work.

"Finally." I smirk. "It looks great and all, but it might as well be painted on if you can't use it."

Seung Gil huffs. "I know. Now I can get all my sweatshirts back." Deep down, I know he doesn't mind when Phichit steals his clothes: they share everything as it is. He asks me when my flight leaves tomorrow. "We're not keeping you two up, right?"

"No, it's at three." It's common knowledge that Yuri hates mornings, which is why I let him book the flight: fewer complaints, less yelling. "He'll be happy to be out of the cold."

"At least it's not snowing."

Coal yawns, the squeaky sound forcing me to smile. Seriously, there was no other option. "Keeping her up, though. You tired, Coal?" She answers with droopy eyes and limp paws. Seung Gil laughs, holding his arms out.

"I'll put her to bed."

Gently, I hand her back to her owner. I watch him walk in the direction of his bedroom, catching a glimpse of Mila walking a bunch of balloons over to Victor and Yuri. It's anyone's guess what they're up to: both would die if it meant never teasing Yuri about something or other. Victor has his phone out, gesturing at Yuri, while Mila chases the latter with a length of ribbon, balloons trailing her. They won't do any real harm, so I watch this odd game until Yuri ends up hiding behind me. "Help!" Yuri hisses as the others close in.

"With what?" I smirk.

"Yuri, come back!" Mila laughs. "We just want to talk to you."

"That's the biggest fucking lie." Yuri shakes his head. "Go bother someone else! Phichit's probably down for embarrassing pictures. Go find his dumb ass."

Embarrassing pictures? With balloons and ribbon? "What?" I laugh.

"Come on, Yura. It's only a few pictures, and it'll be fun!" Victor, I'm sure, is lying.

Now might be a good time to intervene. Victor and Mila can be annoying, and it's only a matter of time before Yuri snaps and makes a scene. "Didn't Minami say he wanted to take pictures?" I pretend to look for him, hoping one of the two will be smart enough to play my game.

Victor smirks, grabbing Mila by the wrist. "Clever. Let's leave the lovebirds alone, then."

When they're gone, Yuri sighs, coming out of hiding. "Thought they'd never leave."

"What exactly were they trying to do?"

He rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue out. "Embarrass me. Were you playing with the dog?"

Uh oh. "Coal likes me."

"It was a yes or no question, Otabek." Yuri's hands are on his hips now: he sees right through my deflection. "I'm telling Potya you're a cheater, and she's going to hate you."

This is meant as a threat, but I laugh. "She could never hate me."

Yuri reaches around me, picking through the candy dishes for the ones he wants. "We'll see. What were you two talking about, anyway?"

"With Seung Gil? Just asking about his house." Unlike most of the general population, I'm privy to the innerworkings of Seung Gil's mind. I know about when the chimney is blocked, when the sink leaks and if a fork gets stuck in the disposal: his annoyance is written all over his face, and I have only to ask 'What's up?' Before moving here, he shared different housing options with me so he could talk through his thoughts on them. Before Coal was born, he asked how he should bring up the topic of getting a new dog to Phichit. Recently, he asked me if I'd accompany him and Yuuri for ring shopping. I'm not gonna lie: I don't normally tell people about my personal shit because it makes me uncomfortable knowing they know my business. In a weird way, having Seung Gil tell me little parts of his life makes it easier to do the same with him. He's the one who suggested an anniversary trip, actually, and he gave me advice on how to approach the subject of visiting Yuri's family. It's not so bad for him to know my fear of heights when I know about his belief in aliens. "Remember their housewarming party?"

With an impish smile, Yuri nods. "I'm one of the few who does." He didn't drink much that night. I had plenty, but not as much as some others did: there was a stripping contest and making out I wish I hadn't witnessed. "Idiots and alcohol shouldn't be mixed."

Out in the crowd, a brilliant voice declares: "We need more shot glasses!"

I exchange a look with Yuri, one we share when our tolerance for stupid has just about reached its limit. "I have an idea." I lean over to tell him the plan: grab our coats from by the front door while I sneak over to the hall closet and steal a blanket or two, and meet near the kitchen. When it's all said and done, we creep out the back and silently shut the door. "You've gotta be kidding me." I mutter while putting on my jacket, eyes landing on the sofa that used to reside in the living room. I can't stop laughing, knowing that the party hosts failed to find a better place for it.

"Do you ever wonder if we should find normal friends?" Yuri asks, wrapping himself up in his coat and a blanket. He bounces on the couch like it's so normal to be outside on a loveseat.

"Every day, baby." I join him on the couch because I can't think of a reason not to. "That was nice of them to throw a party for us. How much of it was your idea?" We're too far apart so I pull him closer, up against my shoulder.

Yuri drags an exhale out. "Not much, actually. I think they meant to surprise me, too, but Phichit can't keep a secret and Mila has a big mouth."

No wonder he was on edge earlier, knowing about the party and not being able to tell me. Yuri may front with others, but it kills him to hide things from me. Once, he spent way too much money on this ridiculous pair of leopard print brogues and didn't tell me about it. Well, for about twenty minutes, until I mentioned something about my paycheck: he blurted out the news of his purchase and forfeit his right to pick where we went for the following month's date nights and gave me control of the TV remote for the week. Honestly, I wasn't even mad. "Guess it's nice to celebrate with them." I rest my head on his.

"At least the food didn't suck."

"Not on Seung Gil's watch."

He scoffs, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "He's gonna fatten you up with all the takeout you eat."

Maybe if I didn't work out and eat healthy at home. I smile anyway. "And then what?"

"You'd both be fat. And me and Phichit would reminisce about the good old days when we didn't have to worry about exceeding the weight limits of our beds." Yuri sighs like he's ready missing some glory days. "I'm…never mind."

No way in hell is he getting away with backtracking. "Now I'm curious." I nudge him.

"Beka." He whines but trudges forward. "I'm just…I'm glad you have a friend? Not like you don't have friends, but, I mean, someone like Seung Gil who you see often and…who you actually like." Yuri's voice trails off at the end, sort of rushing through his thought. "You don't seem as bored with work anymore, and it's good. It's a good thing, and I'm glad." I wonder if that was as hard to say as he made it seem. I kiss his hairline, catching the scent of his favorite shampoo. "Phichit says the same thing, too."

"Yeah?"

He nods, almost hitting me in the face. "Your work husband isn't such a downer when he gets home, I guess. He's been saying that for a while, though."

"He talks more at the office. Doesn't seem to hide as much from the others." Seung Gil has definitely been more present at work over the past year or so, and he somehow seems more like he's living and not just existing. I don't think it's all my doing by a longshot: he has a house and a dog and more friends and, soon, a fiancé. Wait, did Yuri just say work husband? "And he's my friend. You're my husband."

"Five years running."

Like that'll change. I chuckle, adjusting to lie back the length of the sofa and taking Yuri with me. "Indefinitely." I add to his statement. He wedges himself between the back of the sofa and me, shivering a bit dramatically: it's freezing, yes, but that's why we have blankets.

"I'm cold."

Yeah, I gathered. "Here." I sit up a little, wrapping my blanket around both of us. With this new arrangement, I can hold him close and still be covered. "Better?"

Yuri hums in what I assume is an agreement. "I want to talk about boring work shit."

"Go for it."

Maybe it's not the norm, but we always warn the other when our discussion topic is about to get real. Whether it's the stupid thing the other did or if we should replace the washing machine, it comes with a warning. "Do you think I'd lose listeners if I changed my show? Not a lot, but…I don't know, include stuff I'd actually listen to?" He sighs. Ever since Phichit went back to his counseling job, hours at the station shifted and Yuri took over the afternoon show while Minami took over graveyard. Well, Mondays are different: Yuuri's evening show is shorter and Minami's starts later to squeeze in Phichit's weekly talk show. Now, Yuri is stuck playing throwbacks from eleven to five. "I feel like I'm pretending to be Minami, or something, but I'm not a replacement. I'm someone else altogether."

Even back when he was a DJ at the roller rink, Yuri had to stick to guidelines for the music he played. It doesn't seem like much has changed since then: he's only allowed to pick from a collection of songs during his show and it's the same set Minami used. Since taking over the late shift, Minami has made his show, Nightlife Soundtrack, all his own. "Can you imagine things staying this way?"

"Don't want to."

That's pretty clear, isn't it? Don't like the job, change it. "Talk to Celestino, then." I shrug. "Minami probably had to pitch his Nightlife concept before being allowed to play what he wants. You can do the same."

"And if he says no?"

"Then you keep doing what you're doing, but he'll know your opinion on it."

Yuri rolls on top of me with little finesse, hair in his face. "When I come up with a pitch, you'll listen to it and tell me how to sell this idea." It's not a question, but more of a command. "My own show, created and curated by me." The moon is out tonight, illuminating that smirk of his. I can just make out the slight flush to his face, probably from the cold but possibly from excitement. "You better be a dedicated listener."

"I always am." I pull his face down for a kiss, noting how quickly his lips turn from ice to flame. He tastes like sugar and champagne, sweetness on my tongue. "You're delicious."

"Keep tasting." Yuri mumbles, already breathless. I tangle my fingers in his hair, bringing my back flat to the couch cushions. That's when I see it, directly above us in the darkened sky: a streak of light crossing an unmarked path before vanishing in an instant. Because my mouth is still on Yuri's, my voice gets trapped and my words are nothing. He pulls away, frowning. "What the—"

"I saw one!"

This does nothing to clear the air. Yuri looks at me like I've lost my mind and it absolutely offends him. "You…you what?"

In spite of his irritation, I laugh. Laughing with a grumpy Yuri can sometimes end badly, but I'll take my chances. "A shooting star: I saw one, I swear." For some reason, he found it hard to believe I'd never seen one before, but that was the case until just now. It wasn't for lack of trying, either: it simply never happened while I was looking. Yuri's expression softens, eyes rolling before shifting to glance upward for a second. "It was cool, but it was too fast. Why don't they last longer?"

He shakes his head and rests his lips on mine. Soft, warm, unhurried. It's the kind of kiss that makes me forget I'm outside on my friend's sofa, three degrees away from freezing my ass off. "I don't know, but you'll see more, and it won't seem like just a flash." Yuri answers. I guess now that I know what to expect, the next one might leave more of a lasting impression. Stars will come and go, but I'll get to see them with the same person by my side: that thought helps keep the cold away.


For the record: I have leopard print brogues, a fear of heights and a belief in aliens XD Also, if you're curious, the original version of this story had Seung Gil first meet Phichit in the nineteenth chapter; it was an online and over-the-phone relationship, and Phichit invited him to the party but Seung Gil stood him up. After some thought, I didn't want to write it that way hahha Can you imagine writing 80 000 words of two people not meeting in person? So I did some plot revision and nixed the not meeting thing and the second version had Phichit invite SG to the party, but he declined the invitation and Phichit went solo. Both previous versions were too angsty, so I tweaked it again and came up with what you've just read! Thank you so much for sticking with me and I can't express my gratitude for every kudos, favourite, follow and comment; I appreciate it all and wish each one of you the best ^u^ My next work is a Diamond no Ace fic, so keep an eye out if you're into Miyusawa hahha Come find me on Tumblr under thefloralfox if the mood ever strikes you, and be well~