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Beka was suppose to pick him up from the airport.
What Yuri got was Victor the fucking middle aged crisis.
(But apparently not.)
His trip to Detroit was short sweet and to the point. And Yuri liked that. He was annoyed when he found out that a shoot was happening on the whole other side of this god forsaken country and that he would be required to stay there till Tuesday (they had already moved to the U S of fucking A so why couldn’t they just do shoots in their area? Okay, so it wasn’t entirely on the other side of the country, but you get the picture. And in Michigan? Michigan?! It was probably the lamest of all states! What kind of fashion magazine would be headquartered there??) Yuri didn’t want to be on some plane for four hours were babies are puking and crying and people try to talk to him when he has his earbuds in you don’t do that people unless you wanna have a pissed Yuri Plisetsky.
Yuri had found a sort of comfort in the city though. It was cold, and snowing, and reminded him of Russia. It reminded him of his homeland.
(Otherwise Michigan was a shit state.)
The only thing that was particularly irritating about that city was that he had to save a fucking librarian (who looked as boring and sad as the state of Michigan himself) from molestation.The one time he looses a bet this shit happenes. He had to return the book two days later, so what even was the point for checking out a book if he had to go through that shit?
Otabek goddamn Atlin was the point.
But now he was back and tired and hungry and was about to murder the next worried old lady who came up to him to ask where his parents were. One bitch even had the audacity to assume that he was homeless! He was wearing $200 leather and cheetah print jacket fuck no he wasn’t homeless.
And he searched and searched for Beka to take him away from this the security checking waste land but instead he found Victor fucking Nikiforov… Who was looking genuinely happy??? What the fuck????
Yuri checked his phone, very much pissed that Otabek decided not to pick him up for some unknown reason, leaving him with this new and improved happy Victor. He growled when he saw several texts saying that Victor called him last night at fucking three am that he insisted he would pick Yuri up and wouldn’t hang up until Otabek agreed.
“VICTOR!!! WHY THE HELL DID YOU WANT TO PICK ME UP?” Yuri screeched, stomping towards him with tiger print luggage in tow. A few people looked at him, but quickly looked away.
A dreamy sigh escaped the that silver haired disaster. “ I missed you Yuri! Now come on! Let’s go home! I bet you’re tired, yeah?”
Yuri glared at him. He was tired, but he was also annoyed. And hungry. The least Victor could have done was come with food. No way he was going to eat that airplane shit.
“Let’s get food. I could eat a small child I’m so hungry. Also why the fuck are you so happy all of a sudden?” Yuri asked. This received another smile and.. A blush? Is he high?
“Is it really that noticeable?” Victor giggled. Giggled,/em>. OHmygod.
“A-are you on drugs?” Yuri demanded.. It made more sense than Yuri wanted it to...Victor called Otabek at three am and it would take an idiot (which unfortunately, and apparently, most people are) not to see how fucking depressed Victor is. He always looks tired, sad, and ready to collapse at any moment. Everybody talked so much shit about him, and right in front of his face to make it even worse.Yakov puts more pressure than all of his models combined on Victor- and...And since he quit skating..Oh christ Victor-
“Yuri! I would never do drugs! You should never do drugs-”
“Get to the fucking point Victor-”
“I met someone.”
Well fuck.
“ You met someone?” Yuri said, unconvinced.
“Oh yes..And he’s the most stunning person in the world..” Victor breathed, practically twirling out the doors of the airport.
“He?”
“Yes. He, Yuri. He. And he’s so understanding and honest and kind and-”
“Does Yakov know?”
“Well.. Nobody knows. Except you of course, “Victor explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world .
This Victor reminded Yuri of the old Victor. The Victor who would skate. The Victor who would laugh. Who promised Yuri he could accomplish greater things when you were following your passion.
But even Yuri knew from experience what kind of world they lived in. It was a world that didn’t care whether you loved something or not.
Or in this case, someone.
Phichit was feeling proud. He was feeling proud of a lot of things. He was feeling proud of Yuuri (Phichit had probably never seen Yuuri so motivated and happy), he was feeling proud of himself of course, but he was also feeling really proud of whoever was on the other side of Yuuri’s screen. Phichit pushed Yuuri forward some, and whoever they are, they managed to make Yuuri hold on.
He was also feeling tired. It was twelve am on a work night and Phichit could still hear the fingers hitting the keys in Yuuri’s room.
“Yuuri, tell him that it’s past midnight here and that you go to bed.”
“He doesn't know about the time change! It's not his fault!”
“Yuuri your online romance can wait till the morning. It's literally been 3 days-”
“It's not like that Phichit- wait, 3 days? Already?” Yuuri asked surprised. Even in the dark and the drowsiness of Phichit eyes he could still see the redness on Yuuri’s cheeks. Phichit groaned. From exhaustion or frustration he didn’t know.
“Oh my god just go to bed please.”
“O-okay!”
Yuuri entered something into his computer. And then something else. And then something else. And then something else-
“Y u u r i g o d d a m n K a t s u-”
Yuuri quickly shut the lid and let out sheepish laugh and smile.”Okay.I’m going to sleep now.”
Did Phichit know if Yuuri was lying? Maybe. Was he too exhausted to convince his friend that they both had work in the morning and that they needed sleep to function? Definitely.
It had been three days since Phichit and Yuuri both fixed the mess. This week had been one of the strangest and stress filled weeks of Phichit life, almost topping the week after he moved here from Thailand. When Phichit had confronted Yuuri after reading all of the letters, he was more than frustrated. At first even Phichit was wondering if he was making a big deal out of this. It was only one reader, one person right?
It was more than that though. Even if Yuuri and Phichit couldn’t have seen it all the way at the time, it was more than anything they could have imagined.
It was almost like a dream for Phichit. How it seemed like everything was going wrong until Phichit forcefully pulled it into the right. Things went quickly and almost too good to be true. Yuuri had become happier and it was almost how scary it took just talking to a single person can change that.
His writing became quicker. He had all chapters that needed to be done ready to be edited at the end of the week. He had written a total of 68,982 words this week. And that’s not counting the words he was typing to his new friend.
Three days was all it took to change Yuuri’s world.
(And a little bit of Phichit’s too.)