A/N: And so now we finally get some answers!

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"Well, where exactly do you want me to start?" Phichit asked, smirking a little bit.

Yuri wasn't the least bit amused, and he was about to let Phichit know just how unamused he was. This shit wasn't funny.

Yuri glared.

"It's not funny! If you haven't noticed, we're in a bit of a predicament here. I'm married, marked and mated within the span of 24 hours, most of which I can't remember! So stop the fucking smiling or I'll rip you apart from armpit to asshole!" Yuri shouted at him.

Phichit immediately stopped smiling. "Sorry. I guess this isn't really ideal, huh?"

If possible, Yuri glared even harder. "Ya think?"

Phichit looked down, ashamed.

"Sorry. I'm just…surprised. I didn't know you even got drunk last night. You weren't acting any different." Phichit explained.

"…What do you mean?" Yuri asked. He hadn't been acting any different? But he must have been. They'd been drinking all night. At least, he supposed they were. It wasn't like he particularly remembered doing so.

"Well, aside from falling down once or twice, you seemed perfectly coherent. You both did." Phichit told them.

Otabek and Yuri looked at each other strangely. "What do you mean by that?" Yuri asked.

Phichit sighed.

"From what I saw of last night…neither one of you were drinking anything."

"We…we didn't?" Otabek's voice piped up. "Then why don't we remember anything from last night?" Otabek asked.

Phichit shrugged. "Beats me. I knew you both hadn't been drinking…You both seemed sober to me. In fact, I didn't see you guys drink a whole lot of anything last night, alcohol or otherwise."

"Of course we did! We had to have! We don't remember anything."

"…Well, that's surprising. Very surprising. You must've drank when I wasn't around, then."

"Phichit, cut the shit. Just tell us. What happened?" Yuri asked. He really didn't have the patience for this.

"Well…"

"Phichit. NOW."

"Well…I guess it started at the bar. I can only tell you what I know and what I was there for. There were times last night that you and Otabek went off alone."

….

"God, this bar sucks!" Yuri exclaimed. "I thought there'd be more to do here." He sighed. "Happy fucking birthday to me."

"It is kind of dry." Otabek agreed.

They had just arrived not too long before, joining up with Phichit, Yuuri and Victor at the bar.

"Happy basuday, Yurio." Yuuri had said when they first arrived. "Eighteen years old already!" Yuuri had clearly been drinking already, as his accent was coming out.

"Fuck, slow down, Katsudon. You might stink up the place." Yuri said. The older omega was letting off his pheromones, and Victor had an arm wrapped protectively around Yuuri's shoulder.

"Maybe he's right, sweetheart. Don't go too wild." He was concerned.

Yuuri looked a bit flushed, but nodded. "Yeah. Sorry." he muttered.

Victor picked up immediately on his omega's mood. "Hey, don't be sorry! Let's dance!" Victor said, pulling Yuuri with him to the dance floor of the bar.

Phichit chuckled, then turned back to Yuri.

"Happy birthday." He said.

"Hm." Yuri grunted.

As much as Yuri liked Phichit, and he really did, they didn't really spend a lot of time together, so it was a little weird talking to him.

"You want a drink?" Phichit asked, gesturing towards the bar.

"Eh. Not really. Nothing looks good." Yuri said.

"How would you know? You just turned 18 today. Everything's good." Phichit explained.

"Phichit, I'm Russian. My blood is practically vodka. You think I haven't drank before?" Yuri chuckled at his naivety.

Yuri, Otabek and Phichit spent a little while talking with one another before it happened. It was a strong scent that filled Yuri's nose. It physically hurt to smell. In fact, whoever was giving off those pheromones smelled. Very. BAD.

"What the fuck is…?" Yuri muttered to himself.

It was an alpha man, about 6'2, strutting up to Yuri, Phichit and Otabek.

"Hi." The man said, then sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint the Omega that he smelled. He then set his eyes on Yuri.

"Well hey there, cutie. What's your name? My name's Daniil."

"Good for you." Yuri responded tersely.

"I could smell you from across the room. Your scent is lovely." To a lot of omegas, this would be a compliment, Yuri supposed. To him, it felt creepy. Some random alpha had been smelling him?

"Hmm…? Oh, is that not your scent? But you're the only omega over here." Daniil stated, getting closer in an attempt to sniff Yuri.

"Hey, asshole. Back off." Yuri growled, scooting away from the alpha. Damn it, Yuuri. It was his scent that the alpha had smelled.

"Wow. On second thought, you smell much more heavenly that the Omega I smelled the first time." The man leaned in closer.

"Do you need something?" Phichit asked the man. "We're trying to have a good time, so…"

"You could have a great time with me, baby." The alpha said, scooting closer to Yuri.

"Hey, asshole. Didn't you hear him? Fuck off." Otabek said, getting closer to Yuri in an attempt to protect him.

"Woah. Sorry, dude. Lighten up. I didn't know you had an alpha. My bad." The man put his hands up in mock surrender.

"If you get it, then leave." Phichit said, glaring at the offensive alpha.

The alpha nodded and started to back away. "Sorry."

God, could this night suck any harder? The music was shit, the alcohol here was shit, and Yuri had already gotten hit on by some dumbass alpha. Happy fucking birthday to him indeed.

Yuri sighed and got up from his seat. "I'm going to the bathroom." He said. Maybe a splash of water on his face would cool him down.

"Me too." Otabek said, following Yuri. Phichit could tell, his alpha was still in protective mode, and he would need to be around Yuri for a little while.

….

"And that's they last I saw of you two for a while, actually. I'm sorry, I wish I knew more." Phichit told them.

Yuri sighed. "It's okay. That at least gives us some idea of what went on yesterday. I don't remember it at all, but…it seems familiar." He said.

Phichit agreed.

"The next time I saw you and Otabek, you had a big smile on your face and a mark on your neck, telling me, Yuuri and Victor that you and Otabek had decided to get married. MARRIED. To say we were shocked…well, that's a bit of an understatement." Phichit explained.

Otabek nodded.

"I wonder what it was that caused us to do something like that. And if we hadn't been drinking last night, why don't we remember anything about it?" he mused.

For that, nobody had an answer.

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A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update. I really have no excuse. And I can't even say I won't let it happen again…cause it might. But hopefully it'll never take this long again. I've been kind of obsessed with something which had taken up all of my free time, and I was afraid I couldn't write as well if I wasn't focused, so I had to finish that first. I'm so sorry! And I'm so grateful and excited to read all of your wonderful comments and see the kudos and bookmarks. It really makes my day.

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