Off Ice

1

The night sky looked down on them as each star twinkled brightly. It's been one day since the Grand Prix Finals.

"Yuri!" Viktor abruptly opened the hotel door.

Yuri was on the balcony looking up at the sky until a gentle breeze blew voice in to his ear. He turned around seeing him all dressed up neatly in a dark gray suit accompanied with a solid black neck tie. The wind continued to blow and it blew his hair out of his face. Pearls of water were visible in the right corner of Yuri's eyes.

Viktor's eyes frowned but shook it off with bright enthusiastic smile

"Geez Yuri, you never listen to me do you? I told you change like an hour ago, and you're still out here staring at the sky. Come on let's get you changed." He grabbed his hands dragging him back in to the room.

Yuri broke free of his grasp and hid his face by turning around mumbling, " I don't really want to go.."

Viktor sighed but attempted to lighten up the sour mood by forcing a smile and saying " Oh come on! Don't be like that Yuri. Let's go have fun." He grabbed his hands harder than before so he couldn't escape this time. Yuri didn't fight back this time.

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"Wow Yuri!" Viktor's eyes brightened to the sight of Yuri in a white suit and a black neck tie. Viktors face dropped when he saw the sight of his undone hair. "Wait" Viktor says as Yuri walked passed him silently. Yuri stops abruptly with no response.

Viktor walks towards him and ruffles his hair- breaking the serious atmosphere.

"A-Ahhh! Viktor what are you doing?"

"Geez Yuri, it's a banquet! Can't you at least do your hair?" He pouted

"V-Viktor you're just messing my hair even more!"

Viktor nudges him playfully. "Ehhh? I think I'm making it look better" he laughed.

Yuri finally shook him off "It's fine!" He shouts embarrassed

He pauses looks at him with bewilderment.
"What are you talking about Yuri?" He blinked a couple times

"What have I gotten myself in to?" Yuri thought with regret, knowing exactly what was going to happen next.

"I know you don't want to go but at the very least make yourself presentable. I mean you weren't very good at making friends from the start, if you look approachable then at least people may talk to you first. I bought that suit for you, and I don't want it to go to waste because of your hair! I mean it would be fine if you were wearing your normal clothes......"

Yuri stood there blankly trying to process his fast pace lecture.

"Why am I getting lectured? I mean, I didn't tell him to buy him this suit in the first place. Friends? How rude, I made a lot of friends! Well I guess a lot would be an overstatement... But I'm not like him, a social butterfly. Is it me or is he getting a little to hyped up about this? I mean I guess this hair isn't that well suited... Viktor is always so pushy. Oh well whatever" Yuri contemplated in his head

"You understand Yuri?" He finished his lecture.

Yuri blinked a couple times and sighed submissively "...Fine"

"Great!" His eyes brightened up

Before he knew it, Viktor grabbed him by the collar of his suit and pulled him in to the bathroom.

Yuri sat on a stool and Viktor stood right behind him. They remained silent throughout as he brushed through the locks of Yuri's hair.

"You have really soft hair." He smiled