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It was winter vacation and Yuuri was dragged to a ski resort by his friends. Not wanting to take part in any of the crazy things they had in mind, he mostly stayed inside and read in the lobby. This morning was no different as he made his way down to his usual spot by the fireplace. Before Yuuri could even open his book, he was face now shoved into the carpet.
“Yuuri! ~ Come outside and play with us. You can’t stay inside the whole trip.” His best friend, Phichit, whined while laying on top of his back. “We came here to go skiing, build snowmen, and have snowball fights! Maybe even have some winter romance.” Adding a suggestive tone to the last part, Phichit wiggled his eyebrows, earning a groan from the man under him.
“You guys always take things too far. Plus, I’m not good at skiing or snowboarding. I’d much rather catch up on my reading.” Yuuri retorted, his mind stuck on the adventures that awaited him. “I’m almost done with this great series about a guy who meets a stranger and they end up singing together. After that, their lives changed in the weirdest way. Everyone is cursed to live life like a musical until they confess their love for each other! But other people are in love with or falling in love with the protagonist stopping them from being together. I’m just one book away from finding out if they end up together.”
“Sounds boring.”
“Blunt as always.”
Of course, any activity that involved staying in one place for too long seemed dull and boring to him. It’s a surprise to Yuuri that he’s actually taking college classes. Phichit continued to shake Yuuri’s body being the persist child he was and giving Yuuri carpet burn. “Come on Yuuri ~ it’ll be fun! We haven’t done anything together as a group since we’ve been here. But hey, if you don’t want to hang out with us, you could always go and talk to the hot guy over there by the window who’s had his eyes on you since we arrived.” Sending a playful wink at his friend, laughing at how embarrassed he got.
Groaning, and resisting the urge to punch the male on his back, Yuuri wondered if his best friend was insane to think anybody would want to be romantically entangled with him when there were much better looking and amazing people out in the world. Plus, that guy could probably get anyone he wanted with those looks. “Phichit. For the last time, there is no one here that is interested in me. Now let me up!”
“Not until you promise to hang out with us!”
“Fine, fine! I’ll hang out with you guys. Just let me go get changed.
“Yes!” Jumping up with a huge smile on his face, Phichit ran outside to brag about his victory with their friends.
Standing and picking up his book, Yuuri shook his head with a fond smile. “I’ll never understand where he gets all that energy.”
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Sitting at the window on the other side of the room, Viktor watched as Yuuri made his way out of the lounge area, a bit disappointed in himself that he yet again, missed his chance to try and talk with the young man. The first day Viktor had got there with his family, he wasn’t too happy about the surprise trip. He spent most of his day in the lounge that was connected to the lobby, just watching the snowfall, until he saw the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
Standing over by the drink counter was a man with short black hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed and gorgeous brown eyes that reminded Viktor of melted chocolate, but they were unfortunately hidden behind a pair of glasses. His dark jeans and light blue sweater clung nicely to his body, showing off his figure, amazing thighs, and a great ass. He couldn’t help but to stare at the vision before him and too distracted to notice that he, himself, was being watched. The sound of laughter snapped him out of it and made him sadly focus on reality again.
“Stop laughing!”
“But it’s great! I’m telling you, that guy is staring at you.” A tan male insisted next to the beauty. Viktor had been caught staring but it didn’t seem like he believed the man.
“Why would he stare at me?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re a hot piece of ass? If we weren’t best friends, I’d totally try to get with you.”
“Phichit!” Viktor would have to thank this Phichit guy later for making him blush because it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Come on. Let’s go meet the others in the before they order without us and before I punch you. I’m starving.”
Every day since then, Viktor has stayed in the lounge to watch him and wait for the perfect time to talk to the angel, but every time he got up the courage to say something, someone would interfere. Sighing, he got up and stretched, mentally kicking himself for being so weak and afraid. He was usually a natural Casanova. “Guess I better go get ready for the New Year’s Eve party before Mila and Yuri have a cow. I’ll have to try again tomorrow…”