Notes

I should reflect on my life. This is getting too crack.

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Yuri slumps on his chair, ignoring the cameras and everyone around him. He messes up. He didn't land the quadruple salchow and triple toe loop combination. Yes, it's ambitious of him to do the jumps in second half of the program and he shouldn't have feeling so down because he gets a pretty good score; but it does bother him. This short program, The Sound of Roaring Tiger, feels very personal to him. He wants to convey the strength and gracefulness of a tiger, wants to show people how amazing their beautiful form on ice; instead, he showed how clumsy the tiger is by missing a chance to catch their prey.

"Yurochka," Yakov pats his back as they step out of the Kiss and Cry. "You did great today."

Stiffly, he nods. Of course Yakov would say that; Yakov is his coach and objectively, Yuri knows that he did well in the short program. Still...

Yakov sighs. "I guess I should say good luck," his grasp on Yuri's shoulder tightens briefly before he lets go.

Perplexed, he raises an eyebrow and about to ask what his coach means when something grabs his body, "Yurio!" The something yells.

Yuri screams, he is suspended on the air by hands on his waist—hands belonged to none other than Victor Nikiforov—as the man swings him around. Yuri's vision turns blurry from the motion, he's getting dizzy and the churning on his stomach intensifies he's going to puke—

"Victor! Stop it, Yurio's going to be sick if you do that!" A voice protests.

Pouting, Victor puts Yuri back on the floor. "I just want to show how proud I am..." he says and Yuri would have kicked him if his feet are steadier and he doesn't feel queasy.

"Not like that, darling," Yuuri sounds amused. Not that it stops him from hugging the life out of Yuri anyway. "That's a really great performance, Yurio," the man says, patting his head and Yuri finds his face pressed on his shoulder.

"Of course!" Victor throws his arms around them, with Yuri is sandwiched in between that he can't breathe at all. "You're such an adorable tiger~!"

"NOT ADORABLE!" He snaps, clenching his fists. "It's not supposed to be adorable! It's supposed to be strong and swift and—" but it's not strong nor fierce, Yuri thinks. Because the tiger failed to catch its prey. "I messed up," he mumbles.

"But you didn't," Yuuri objects. "Everything from the start, you did perfectly—especially the step sequence. Even if you didn't land the jump, it still counted. The tiger finds an obstacle on its path, but it still catches the prey; because you still got up and did everything perfectly, right?"

Victor excitedly nods. "You showed your best through your expressions and feelings; keeping us on our toes to watch the tiger stalks before it jumps and clenches its jaw around its prey." He should have gotten used to it, but Yuri still finds himself flushing. Victor may be annoying, but Yuri still idolizes him and he's still a great coach that he knows his words are true.

"Shut up..." how embarrassing, to have these two airheads hugging him and practically singing him praises. Still, he lets their arms tight around him; even let his face buries deeper to Yuuri's shoulder as he sags, since his legs feel weak and his chest warm. Must be the queasiness from being swung around.

"Though you're so tiny it's more like a tiger cub trying to catch its first prey—"

That does it. "I'M NOT TINY!" He struggles from Victor's embrace, trying to shove the man then kick him for a good measure. Why does everyone keep saying he's tiny? He's not! He really is not!

Yuuri laughs. "Yes, you aren't tiny. Victor is just too tall, isn't he?"

The asshole—because he is, and Yuri's going to kill him—winks. "The better to cuddle you with, sweetheart."

Just NO. "Get away from me!" He shouts, horrified. "You both are gross!"

They blink at him. "Awww, Yurio," Victor grins, "You'll know when you're older how it feels—"

"I'm an adult!" He protests.

"—to be in love with such an amazing person," Victor continues, hands take Yuuri's gently, "That your feelings overwhelm you with so much love—" he kisses the knuckles of Yuuri's fingers.

And of course, Yuuri—whose eyelashes flutter coyly—chooses to slip his fingers into Victor's mouth.

The perks of being a genius skater are a lot. Like his amazing reflex in turning around; his ability to ignore his surrounding and feel the music inside himself; and to channel his anger into positive thing such as closing his eyes and counting cats. Cats are better, much better than whatever Victor and Yuuri are doing behind his back.

Twenty-seven cats later, approaching footsteps stop before him. "Bel ange!"

With dread, his eyes open to a thousand watt smile from none other than the King of Asshole holding a bouquet of red roses. "What do you want, Jerk-Jackass Loser?" He asks pleasantly.

The insult doesn't work on JJ obviously, the guy is shameless with ego bigger than the world. "I'm absolutely in love with your performance today," he says. "You looked radiant, mon chaton, with your form and your expression so fierce; I have to give you these roses—as beautiful as we both are—to show my heartfelt feelings," the man thrusts the bouquet into Yuri's hands.

Numbly, he stares at the roses on his hands. "Ty che, blyad?"

"Language!" Victor admonishes. Seems they stopped making out and now looming behind his shoulders with interest.

Stubborn like a moose that he is, JJ continues, "As I said before, tu es vraiment magnifique, mon ange. I hope to see more of you in the future with me," and the man winks.

Faintly he hears both Yuuri and Victor simultaneously say "Uh oh!" But Yuri's far too surprised to do anything else besides gaping. Does JJ imply what Yuri thinks he does?

Because Yuri must have heard him wrong. Ever since he won gold in Rostelecom last year, while JJ still teased him sometimes, Yuri found him almost pleasant because his condescending attitude decreased a lot. Except in the World Championship, JJ seemed to be gotten worse than before Rostelecom. He didn't tease Yuri anymore, because he didn't even talk to him and basically ignored him; worse because he stared a lot, and Yuri just knew that JJ was looking down on him again. His words before Yuri did his short program today, were the first for months—and just as condescending as he did before Rostelecom.

So Yuri does the next best thing beside murder. He chucks the bouquets at the man's face. "Ty che, suka, o'khuel blya?"

JJ blinks. "Is that a compliment?"

"IT'S NOT!" How could this guy thinks it's a compliment when Yuri just slammed the bouquet on his face?

"Definitely not," both Yuuri and Victor add.

"Oh," JJ frowns. Such a strange look for him to have a disconcerted expression. "Why?" He asks in bewildered tone, as if he can't comprehend how someone could hate him.

"You—" what the hell with this jerk? From someone who shared Maple Syrup to his competitors in GPF; suddenly turned into condescending bastard who acted as if he didn't have time to even talk with him; and now, acting innocent as if he hasn't humiliated Yuri enough.

Yuri takes a shaky breath. He needs to be patience. Yuri is an adult, someone has to be the mature one in this situation.

"Listen, JJ, you fucking take that bouquet back with you because I have no time for your game." He glares for a good measure and turns to Victor and Yuuri. "Let's just go back," he says, and then softly mumbles, "I'm tired."

They glance at each other. "Sure," Victor smiles. "See you tomorrow, JJ."

Beside him, Yuuri waves his hand. "Good luck, JJ."

"You too," JJ replies, voice fainter than usual.

Not that Yuri notices his expression, of course; because Yuri doesn't care and—look it's Phichit leaning on the wall with his phone in hand and impish grin on his face.

"Ah Yuri!" He puts the phone in his pocket and smiles. "Good job for today!"

"You too," he replies, a bit wary since Phichit's smile is a little bit too bright.

He wishes he believes his instinct when it warns him that Phichit is up to no good.

That night, Yuri is opening instagram when notifications almost blow up his phone.

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The problem seems to be from seven parts videos that Phichit upload. The videos from the event that afternoon, including him chucking bouquet of flowers at JJ in HD. Those videos, all with the same captions below.

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phichit+chu is reporting from The Cup of China!

The juicy drama between Jjleroyl15 (also known as King JJ from the skater world by his fans), and yuri-plisetsky (or the angry murder kitten from Russia).

Is another Victuuri going to be born in this Grand Prix? Stay tune to this instagram!

(Also featuring the dads of the angry murder kitten; v-nikiforov the five times World Champion, and Yuuri Katsuki the winner of World Championship last year.

JJ, you should try to get past the dads first; that's an advice from this family friend.)

#Phichit #Beijing #Jean-JacquesLeroy #YuriPlisetsky #YuriKatsuki #VictorNikiforov

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Oh, the blood that's going to be spilled on ice? He wonders how maple syrup would smell if mixed with Thailand spices.

Translation:

Bel ange = beautiful angel

Ty che, blyad? = what the fuck?

Mon chaton = my kitty

Tu es vraiment magnifique, mon ange = you're truly magnificent, my angel

Ty che, suka, o'khuel blya? = are you fucking crazy, you asshole?

Correction is appreciated. My french is abysmal, even worse is my Russian.