“Phichit!” Yuuri protests, blushing, and tries to hide his face in his shoulders.
“You were, though. You totally were, oh my god. And the worst part was, get this—” “He didn’t even realise it?” Viktor says, smiling, finishing his drink.
“ Viktor. ”
They’re getting married, and Phichit and Chris showed up early, stating best-men-privilege. Honestly, he’s grateful because he’s gotten tired of reading up on the symbolic value of violets versus that of tulips.
“Nope, not a clue. It happened every year, without fail. He showed up at some party, went home with a dozen numbers scrawled all over his body and just. Never called back. And then he complained about being single! . Also, do not get me started on pole dancing classes,”
“Minami lives two hours away, he’ll be delighted to be my best man, Phichit.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” Chris says, deeply interested, “What about pole dancing classes?”
“We-ell,” Phichit says, “So. First day. We both show up, right? And the class is full of these gorgeous, gorgeous men. Yuuri nearly bolts when he sees them but I hold him back, because I’m nice like that. Anyway, he fumbles for a bit but by the third class, everyone’s just gawking at him, clearly interested and is it turns out, our Yuuri has a bit of a crush on this tattooed hottie called Rithvik,”
“Please don’t.”
“So I,” He says, “Being the awesome wingman I am, shove him towards him. It’s a little awkward at first but then they begin to talk, and they’re smiling, and I’m like, yay, but then. He takes his phone. And,” Phichit looks at Viktor, “The background image is you.”
Yuuri burrows further.
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Poor Rithvik just goes, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you had a boyfriend,’ and Yuuri never shows his face there again.”
They laugh, Yuuri threatens to leave a few minutes later.
“Okay, okay, that’s it! But seriously, Yuuri,” Chris says, “That’s your MO, huh? Pole dancing?”
He shrugs, “Easier than talking, I guess.”
More effective too, Viktor thinks.
The thing is, Viktor knows he’s attractive. And he’s perfectly alright with abusing that. He’ll shamelessly flirt his way into restaurants, out of difficult situations, get discounts, entries. He’s got it down to a formula, knows exactly on whom it will work, and how it will work best.
Yuuri’s not like that.
Yuuri doesn’t have to be, people just agree with him. He doesn’t notice it at first, but when he starts to, it’s impossible to ignore. It’s raining and suddenly they’ll be sharing an umbrella that neither of them brought, Yuuri’s wallet will be lying forgotten in the flat and he’ll come back with takeout anyway, strangers willingly switch seats with them if they get bad ones, they stay at a hotel and two days later they have a better room because oh, the manager is just so sweet .
Fill, part 2: Victor/Yuuri - Yuuri is a Veela (HP Wizarding World AU)
“Phichit!” Yuuri protests, blushing, and tries to hide his face in his shoulders.
“You were, though. You totally were, oh my god. And the worst part was, get this—”
“He didn’t even realise it?” Viktor says, smiling, finishing his drink.
“ Viktor. ”
They’re getting married, and Phichit and Chris showed up early, stating best-men-privilege. Honestly, he’s grateful because he’s gotten tired of reading up on the symbolic value of violets versus that of tulips.
“Nope, not a clue. It happened every year, without fail. He showed up at some party, went home with a dozen numbers scrawled all over his body and just. Never called back. And then he complained about being single! . Also, do not get me started on pole dancing classes,”
“Minami lives two hours away, he’ll be delighted to be my best man, Phichit.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” Chris says, deeply interested, “What about pole dancing classes?”
“We-ell,” Phichit says, “So. First day. We both show up, right? And the class is full of these gorgeous, gorgeous men. Yuuri nearly bolts when he sees them but I hold him back, because I’m nice like that. Anyway, he fumbles for a bit but by the third class, everyone’s just gawking at him, clearly interested and is it turns out, our Yuuri has a bit of a crush on this tattooed hottie called Rithvik,”
“Please don’t.”
“So I,” He says, “Being the awesome wingman I am, shove him towards him. It’s a little awkward at first but then they begin to talk, and they’re smiling, and I’m like, yay, but then. He takes his phone. And,” Phichit looks at Viktor, “The background image is you.”
Yuuri burrows further.
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Poor Rithvik just goes, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you had a boyfriend,’ and Yuuri never shows his face there again.”
They laugh, Yuuri threatens to leave a few minutes later.
“Okay, okay, that’s it! But seriously, Yuuri,” Chris says, “That’s your MO, huh? Pole dancing?”
He shrugs, “Easier than talking, I guess.”
More effective too, Viktor thinks.
The thing is, Viktor knows he’s attractive. And he’s perfectly alright with abusing that. He’ll shamelessly flirt his way into restaurants, out of difficult situations, get discounts, entries. He’s got it down to a formula, knows exactly on whom it will work, and how it will work best.
Yuuri’s not like that.
Yuuri doesn’t have to be, people just agree with him. He doesn’t notice it at first, but when he starts to, it’s impossible to ignore. It’s raining and suddenly they’ll be sharing an umbrella that neither of them brought, Yuuri’s wallet will be lying forgotten in the flat and he’ll come back with takeout anyway, strangers willingly switch seats with them if they get bad ones, they stay at a hotel and two days later they have a better room because oh, the manager is just so sweet .
Sometimes he looks guilty afterwards.
But never, never does he seem to try.