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Yuri scoffed, leaning back against the bleachers, propping one ankle on the other knee.
“You can’t be serious, Leroy. You want us to be in your wedding party?”
JJ nodded and turned to Otabek. “I’d kinda like it if you were my best man, Beka. You don’t have to, of course. I just thought that since you were my wingman with I met Bella... Maybe you could be my wingman one last time?”
Yuri was confused He didn’t realize that JJ and Beka had actually been that close when Beka had trained in Canada. Though, he supposes it makes sense, all things considered. They were both musicians, after all. They trained together in the same rink while in Canada for a time too. So Yuri guessed that he could believe it.
“Oh, yeah, I remember those days. You had no idea how to approach her. She found it endearing.”
“Really? How could anyone find him endearing?” Yuri smiled. His words had no malice, which they typically didn’t anymore. Time had mellowed both of them out to the point of being actual friends.
“To each their own, Yura. Many would say the same about us. But appearances aren’t everything.” Otabek chuckled and poked the Russian’s side. “I’ll fo it, JJ. And so will Yuri, even if he wont say it out loud.”
“Jeez, Beka, no need to call me out like that, but yes. I’ll go be one of your groomsmen.”
“Aw, the kitty does have a soft spot! No wonder you won over Otabek.” JJ teased. “Seriously though, thank you so much, guys. Maybe I’ll even get a spot in your wedding parties when you finally tie the knot.”
Yuri rolled his eyes, electing to ignore the last bit that JJ had said. “Don’t worry about ir, Leroy. Just don’t call me kitten or anything like it ever again and we’ll be even, okay?”
“You drive a hard bargain, Yuri Plisetsky, but I accept.”
JJ departed from the rink with a fist bump from both Yuri and Otabek. He had the biggest smile on his face, unable to wait to share the news with Isabella.
“Yura, that was the right thing to do. I’m proud of you. However...” Otabek raised an eyebrow pointedly.
H groaned and moved his foot from its position on his knee back down to the floor. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his legs, he glance at Otabek. “Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say.”
“We have to tell him that we’re already legally married eventually.”
“Ugh, I know. he just keeps bringing it up that he wants to be one of our groomsmen. But we don’t know if we’re going to have an actual ceremony yet.”
“He doesn’t know that though. Neither does anyone else, Yura.”
“we’ll tell him eventually. For now, let’s get through his wedding first. I am glad that they waited so long to get married, though. I’m happy to see that they worked out. Bella makes him happy. Which is why I thought they’d get married right after he proposed in Barcelona, even though he stole your bronze.”
“Oh for fucks sake, that was six years ago!”
“So what? We’ve rightfully taken every GPF gold and silver from him ever since, haven’t we?”
“Much to the dismay of Viktor yes. Speaking of, when are you going to tell him and Yuuri? They-”
“Deserve to know? I get it. I might just call you my husband in passing and see how they react. For science, of course.”
“Well, mark me down as $10 pooper.” Viktor’s voice appeared out of literally fucking nowhere, causing Yuri to yelp in surprise and Otabek to jump out of his skin.
“And doing all of the dishes for a week! I told you they were married, Vitya.” Yuuri said. The two men emerged from the shadows together, smiling. “Congratulations you two. Viktor and I are very happy for you.”
“Jesus christ, Katsuki! You two scared the shit out of us.”
“We’ve been here for pretty much the entire time?” Viktor said, confusion evident in his voice. “Everyone was practicing today.”
“You’re right, but I thought you had already left.”
“We were just so caught up talking with JJ, it didn’t occur to us that there were still people here.” Beka added, a hand on his chest, trying to calm his heart rate from being startled.
“We wouldn’t be so lucky, babe.”
“Just don’t tell anyone else, please. Not until we’ve figured some stuff out.”
“Our lips are sealed. You have my word!” Yuuri said confidently.
“And my ten dollars.” Viktor said sadly, handing te money over to his husband.
Yuri and Otabek smiled and wave at the older couple as they left. When Yuri left the rink with his husband, he decided. It was time they did some wedding planning.
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