"Viktor," Yuuri mumbled.

"Hmmmm?" Viktor smiled, brushing Yuuri's hair away from his face. He smiled.

"We should go. The others will be waiting for us."

"Let them wait," he said, kissing Yuuri again. They were still sitting on the bathroom floor, but the mood had changed greatly. While Yuuri and Viktor had been yelling only moments ago, they were now laughing and kissing like a high-school couple.

"No, no, come on… We've got to help. We're a part of our bands," Yuuri said smiling as Viktor tried to kiss him again before laughing. He stood, holding a hand out to Viktor and helping him up. The walked to the other end of the bathroom, holding hands tightly. Viktor let go a moment as he put Yuuri's number into his phone. Yuuri did the same.

"Wait… how do we do this," asked Yuuri worriedly, his hand on the door.

"Hunh?"

"Well… the last time they saw us you flipped me off and I ran away crying. It would look weird if an hour later we were walking through the room holding hands." He gestured pointedly to their clasped hands. Viktor laughed. It was a beautiful sound in Yuuri's ears.

"Yeah, that would, wouldn't it?" Viktor lifted Yuuri's hand, kissing it lightly before letting it go. Yuuri smiled, saying,

"You can do better than that." He kissed Viktor again before letting go and letting him slip out the door. Yuuri followed about 5 minutes later, trying his best to not look star-struck. He walked back to his bandmates, wrapping his arms around himself. Phichit ran up to him, saying,

"Hey, what happened? You seem almost… happy."

What was he thinking, trying to fool his best friends?

"Nothing. I'm just trying to be positive."

"Dude, I'm gonna kill that guy. First, he insulted you, then he flipped you off. What kind of a jerk does that?!" Phichit mumbled under his breath.

"No! I mean…" Yuuri stopped himself. Phichit turned back to him, smirking.

"Why not?" Phichit had a sneaky look on his face that made Yuuri's cheeks go red.

"What happened, Yuuri?"

"N-nothing! Let's pack up tonight's supplies and set out tomorrow's, okay?" Yuuri looked desperate. Phichit laughed, but Yuuri knew he would drop it. Phichit wouldn't leave him alone though. Once they were done (nearly two hours later), Yuuri slipped over to a corner of the room, pulling out his phone. When Yuuri looked up, he saw Phichit across the room. He looked pensive.

Yuuri didn't use his phone that often in public, so he knew it would set off Phichit's internal alarm. He decided he would make it quick.

VIKTOR-Meet me by the vending machines. I wish to see you.

YUURI-Be there in five :)

Phichit was getting closer. Yuuri quickly slipped his phone back into his pocket, smiling at Phichit before turning and heading in the opposite direction. Phichit wasn't ready to let it go, though.

"Let me see your phone. Who you texting? Got a girlfriend you didn't tell me about?" Phichit asked, smirking. He tried to grab for Yuuri's phone, but Yuuri grabbed it and held it in his hand, keeping it away from Phichit.

"Dude, what is up with you?" Phichit asked, his smirk turning into a frown of confusion.

"I- I just… it's private."

"Definitely secret girlfriend. Yuuri, you can tell me! You know I won't judge you."

"Oh, Phichit, on this one, you would," he turned and sprinted down the hall, turning the corner. He could hear Phichit calling out to him, but he didn't stop. He saw Viktor by the vending machines.

"Hey!" Viktor smiled. Yuuri flew around the corner, running straight into Viktor's arms. He turned, expecting to see Phichit around the corner, but the man was gone.

"You said you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah! It's been almost two hours! How could you leave me this long?" He leaned forward, intending to kiss Yuuri, but Yuuri moved back.

"Let's find someplace more private. Phichit is on to me, and I don't want him to freak out," Yuuri whispered, turning and looking behind him. He pulled Viktor into a dark corner all the way at the end of the hall, smiling brightly at him.

Viktor kissed him, laughing. He hugged him tightly. They kissed again, Yuuri's eyes sparkling with love. He snuggled against Viktor.

"Yuuri! Where did you go?" called Phichit. Yuuri pulled away from Viktor, mouthing Phichit's name. they quickly looked for a way out, suddenly realizing they were trapped.

"What do we do?!" whispered Yuuri, adding, "He won't talk to me if he sees us together! Or he'll just make some cryptic comment that would only make it worse," He said, grimacing. Viktor looked at him and snickered.

"What?" Yuuri looked nervous.

"Oh, just you! You're hilarious! 'cryptic comment' with a grimace! That's great!" He was full-on laughing at this point, and Yuuri was finding it difficult not to laugh. Yuuri hit Viktor lightly on the shoulder, giggling quietly.

When Phichit turned the corner, they were both laughing hard, gasping for breath. Yuuri didn't really know why it was so funny, but he loved laughing with Viktor. They held each other up with their arms, bending over they were laughing so hard. Viktor looked at Yuuri, grinning like a maniac. He told himself that he wouldn't kiss Yuuri with one of their friends around, but the enormous smile on Yuuri's face was making it too difficult to resist.

Phichit choked, dropping his phone on the floor. Yuuri leaned in, kissing Viktor back, but then he remembered Phichit. He pulled back, turning to Phichit.

"Look, I can explain—!" Phichit grabbed his phone, flipping it to the camera icon. He snapped a picture. While it didn't have Yuuri and Viktor kissing, it was pretty obvious by their faces that they were caught doing something, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure that they were kissing. Yuuri rushed over to Phichit, grabbing his phone. Phichit jumped forward, having become extremely attached to it.

"Yuuri, what're you—"

"Please don't post this!" Yuuri interrupted, standing back. Phichit nodded in assent, getting Yuuri to return the phone to his hands.

"How did this happen?" asked Phichit, stepping back. He looked as though he were attempting to conceal his interest, but it wasn't working. Yuuri and Viktor looked at the floor.

"We had a little chat."

"A chat, hunh? You sure that's all that happened?"

"I admitted my love to my Yuuri," Viktor said, slinging his arm over Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri looked over at him, embarrassment flooding his face.

"V-Viktor!" he said, shrinking.

"YOUR Yuuri. Woah, dude, first you treat him like crap, then you're suddenly in love with him? Why am I skeptical?" Phichit stood back, looking at Viktor. Yuuri looked at Viktor, curious, but then he seemed to remember what Viktor told him. He shook his head at Phichit as if to say, No, he's telling the truth. Phichit rolled his eyes, clearly not convinced.

"Now, come on, Yuuri. We still need to practice for tomorrow, and I need to restring my bass. Let's go," Phichit said, gesturing away from Viktor. Yuuri walked down the hall, but he heard Viktor talking Phichit.

"I still don't trust you. You hated us for so long, and I…" Phichit gasped, a startled sound that made him pause. Yuuri turned and looked back around. Viktor was giving Phichit a noogie, saying,

"Don't worry. I thought that Yuuri hated me, that's why. I was trying to meet him so I could talk to him, and he just walked away. I don't know why you'd even think that I don't actually like him."

"I get that you may love him, but I still don't think your intentions are honorable." He pulled away rubbing his head. Viktor apologized, and Phichit paused. Yuuri could tell he still wasn't used to Viktor being so nice, but that didn't mean he was warming up to Viktor at all.

"If you hur—"

"If I hurt Yuuri, you'll kill me. I know. You think I haven't heard this before?" Viktor interrupted, laughing at the angry look Phichit gave him.

"Hey, calm down! I was just trying to be funny! Lighten the mood you know?" Viktor walked towards him, waving his hands back and forth in a stop gesture. Phichit sighed, turning.

"I have to practice. See you later I guess, Viktor," Phichit said, waving a hand in farewell.

"See you! Tell my Yuuri I miss him already!" Viktor was waving and jumping up and down. Yuuri could see the smile on Phichit's face, though. Even though he still wasn't sure about Viktor, Yuuri could tell that Phichit wasn't going to be a jerk about it anymore. Because Viktor was funny; he was back to the way he was prior to their performance the year before, which was extremely lovable.

Yuuri turned and ran to the other room, still wondering how the man that had seemed to hate him for so long had actually loved him this entire time.