Yuuri woke up with a scratchy throat and a splitting headache. Great, just wonderful. He really shouldn't have drank so much at the banquet last night, but he couldn't help it. Once he got the alcohol flowing in his system ( courtesy of Christophe ) it was easy enough to reach for another glass. And another. And then another. A total of...how many did even drink?

He groaned. The fact that their flight was in around three hours. It really should be illegal to schedule things that early. Never mind that it was currently ten in the morning, Yuuri never was a morning person, and combine that with this god forsaken hangover and yeah. You get a barely functioning pseudo zombie.

Sighing, he sent a message to Phichit to notify that he was up ( who replied with a 'meet me at the breakfast hall' ) and went about his morning routine. As much as he would love to sleep away his hangover, responsibilities and the great task of 'adulting' called.

What a pain.

Phichit glanced up from his phone when he heard the chair opposite to him being pulled. He smiled, seeing that his best friend has finally arrived. "So sleeping beauty, glad to see that you have decided to grace us with your presence."

Smol cinnamon roll ( who was definitely not so sweet right now ) just rolled his eyes and rested his head in his hands. "Ugh if it was up to me, I would never wake."

Phichit patted his shoulder in sympathy, grinning all the while. "Great things need great sacrifices, Yuuri!"

The man just gave him a deadpan look. "Yeah, I don't think being drunk and making a complete fool of myself was such a great thing. So what did I do this time?"

"Aww, your drunk amnesia kicked in? I was hoping you would remember yesterday at least, since you literally swept Viktor up his feet after all."

"I what !?"

"Yep! You were awesome, Yuuri! You were like, the life of the party! That dance off with Plisetsky, man, it legit broke the dance floor."

"A dance off!?"

"Yes yes! Your muscles strength is an amazing thing Yuuri, no matter how many times I see you dance. There's power in those, dude. Your core strength and stamina are still insane as ever."

"T-that's all, right?" Yuuri forced out weakly. "Doesn't seem so bad, I have done worse befo-"

"There's the pole dancing too!"

Yuuri gave up and face planted on the table.

"Yuuuuuri, don't be like that! You were awesome out there! Still got the ol razzle dazzle in you!" Phichit scooted his chair over to Yuuri. "Would you like to look at the photos?"

Yuuri looked up, before straightening fully. "Might as well get it over with."

Phichit grinned evilly. By the time they were finished, Yuuri had grown a rather alarming shade of red. "Oh god, I am never going to live these down."

"That's just your stupid side talking, sweetie. These photos are amazing. You were amazing. So how many of these can I put on Instagram?"

"None."

"Yuuri! You can't deprive the world from these great photos! Think of your poor starving fans, waiting for whatever morsel comes their way!"

Yuuri snorted. "You make them sound like piranhas. But you really can't post them Phichit, there would a scandal and I definitely don't want that."

Phichit stared at Yuuri with the 'really bro' expression he had perfected after dealing with his best friend's bullshit for years. "We both know that nothing of that sort is going to happen. It is pretty well known in the fashion community that you're fond of dancing."

"But-"

"The reporters love you Yuuri! ( he ignored the surprised 'they do?' ) And remember the many parties you have gone to – well dragged into, technically – and all the people you have danced with? And that time when Grace Ashwood asked you to help her choose a gift for her mother? If no one twisted that picture of you two together into a scandal, no one is gonna do it for this one."

Phichit could see the rational side of Yuuri winning. The man smiled a little and gave his permission to post the pictures. Most of them, anyway. Yuuri firmly told him that he must not upload the pole dancing pics, no matter what.

He was about to reply with a cheerful 'aye aye captain' when he spied Viktor Nikiforov in all his glory entering the dining hall, with Yurio ( a name he, Mila and Sara had decided upon to differentiate between the two Yuris, suggested by yours truly ) in tow.

Ah, finally! He was beginning to think that Yurio had decided to go ahead with his threats and bail out of the matchmaking scheme. "Yuuri, I think you should turn around."

It was like something straight out of a movie. Yuuri, turned his head to see what he was talking about, confused. Viktor somehow got extra sensory organs and at exact same moment looked in their direction. Their eyes met and time slowed down. Yuri Plisetsky gave a swift kick to Viktor's back.

Ouch. That was not part of the plan, but ah well. They were dealing with a volatile kitten, certain concessions could be made. What he was currently interested in was what his favourite ship would do. Viktor was already making his way over, Yurio dragging his feet but accompanying him all the same.

Viktor flashed his blinding heartshaped smile™ at Yuuri and sat down, Russian kitty doing the same. Sans the smile, obviously. He looked more like he was about to murder everyone present and go live among the wild cats in Africa. Kids grow up so fast~!

Yuri mentally gagged as Viktor tried to charm his so called 'love of his life'. Seriously, why did he even put up with this man?

Oh right. Mila had kindly reminded him of the fact that he had made a promise with Viktor that he would help him with his senior debut next year ( as if he would ever forget, the old geezer was the one who needed the reminding ). She had also mentioned that if Viktor did not get together with his crush – and legit everyone who saw him and knew him well could tell it was serious, it was their first time seeing their resident drama queen being so enamoured with someone – as soon as possible, then Yuri would have to suffer through an annoying pining coach.

The worst thing was that SHE WAS FUCKING RIGHT. God knows how much more annoying his royal pain in the ass would become if he kept pining. Best to get them together and leave the job of handling Viktor to Katsuki. Who knows, maybe Viktor would even become less annoying ( a miracle ).

He sighed in irritation and dragged himself put of his musings. Not that watching Viktor flirt with Katsuki was a particularly appealing scene ( although he had to give the geezer credit, Katsuki really was cute...better looking when he was blushing ).

He squinted at the pair. It seemed that they had just exchanged phone Numbers, as Viktor was returning Katsuki's phone to him. He sent a silent prayer for Yakov, because he knew that Viktor would always be on his phone now. ALWAYS. He guessed that he should count himself lucky that their flight was in an hour. At least when they were safely back to St. Petersburg he didn't have witness the mushiness with his own eyes.

( He made a mental note to not site beside Viktor on the flight. The man should be insufferable. )

Viktor❤

hi Yuuri!

just landed at !

going home now

oh you're on the plane right

hope it reaches on time ^^

message me when you get back, k?

Ahh hello!

Sorry for the late reply!

We just our apartment

We as in me and Phcihg

*Phichit

*reached

Sorry I am a bit tired

don't be sorry!

it's okay! you should take a nap

Thanks

It's weird I was in the audience

By that logic

I should be the one least tired

haha true

I guess we're used to it

most of the audience aren't

usually as closesly invested

with the skaters too XD

You have a point

and you did dance a lot in

the banquet

just sleep Yuuri

Please don't remind me

rest is very important

oh Yuuri you were great

don't be embarrassed

Thanks I guess

Phichit has been trying

to drill that into me since

morning

welx

yay for Phichit XD

now sleep okay?

I'll talk to you later

Viktor smiled fondly at his phone. He could imagine Yuuri sleeping, face peaceful and soft. The image brought to mind the night of the banquet, and he found his cheeks reddening. He rolled over and buried his face in his dear Makkachin's fur, trying to distract himself from the memories of the night. If he thought too much about it then he would want to talk more with Yuuri and that would not do. He did not want to disturb his rest.

He instead decided to open up Instagram to pass time. He was writing a comment on Christophe's latest selfie when an absolutely brilliant thought ( if he said so himself ) occurred to him.

All the guests invited to the banquet were either famous people, or had close relations to the skaters. Surely Yuuri was one of the former, since he and Phichit were definitely not close enough that he could accompany him. He knew they were not related, and they were not engaged or married either. So that left only one choice.

And if Yuuri was famous, then he must have an Instagram tag. Viktor mentally patted himself on the back and went about searching. Yep. There it was! He eagerly tapped it to see a plethora of pictures, from the most recent ones being pictures from the banquet ( Phichit sure works fast ), followed by what seemed like...photoshoots?

He checked out a few of them. These were professional work, he could tell, and the clothes were expensive brands as well. He had done enough endorsing and shoots to recognize one. So his Yuuri was a model! That was so cool!

( Yuuri could have been anything and he would thought it was cool to be honest. )

He quickly opened up Google and typed Yuuri's name. He wanted to learn more about his cute little cinnamon roll! What kind of companies he had worked for? How were his fans? What were his Wikipedia page like? He was so excited!

Ooooh! So Yuuri worked for Vogue! In fact, he was their top supermodel. He laughed to himself when he scrolled further down his Wikipedia page. It seems that somehow he had been roped into being in a movie ( a youth drama ) as one of the main character's friends. From what he knew of him in three days, it must have required quite a bit of convincing for Yuuri to agree.

He wondered what Phichit had used as a bribe.

He chuckled again and scrolled further down, determined to explore every bit. Whatever helped him learn more about the enigmatic cutie.

[series of pictures of Yuuri and Viktor dancing, with some pictures of the dance off]

GPF banquet was a blast! Katsuki_Yuuri V_Nikiforov Plisetiger

Dancewithdragons

HOLY FUCK I AM DECEASED

SarahDawin17

Yuuri step on me pls

PS : congrats on fourth Phichit!

QentaDiceFan

This guy's the one who was the plushie right

Piecesofpeace

YUURI SLAYING DAAAAAMN

QentaDiceFan yep! It's Viktor Nikiforov a skater

PhichitsBitch

ยินดีด้วย พิชิต! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

GennaD

He looks amazing! Really hot! And the other two guys too! Also congrats Phichit! ❤

AwakeningAnna

#BlessPhichit

And those are not just any skaters, Vikki ( Viktor Nikiforov, silver hair dude ) is a 5 times GPF medalist, current defending world champion, swept through basically every competition for the past few years. Yuri ( Yuri Plisetsky, blonde guy ) is a Beast. Like a legit beast. He's got talent to spare and has breezed past the juniors. So yeah, our Yuuri has amazing ass friends.

QentaDiceFan

Thanks for the explanation guys! And ikr Yuuri is amazing

( I ship it )

WendyErDreams

SHIIIIIIIP Are they canon? Are they friends? Phichit+Chu WE DEMAND ANSWERS

But why does Yuuri have a plushie of his friend/boyfriend anyway that's kinda mildly creepy

Phichit+Chu

Thanks guys! Lol Yuuri is a big big fan of Viktor and they met for the first time in the GPF. Not canon but I am working on it (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

V_Nikiforov

Thanks Phichit+Chu (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

AN : The contact name was saved by our desperate boi ( hence the heart ) and Yuuri didn't bother to change it