Change of Heart - Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Chapter Six

My feelings of melancholy and discouragement that night were a bit ahead of the game, as it turned out. The next week of my life was one big salt-fest of rage and pain, and all four of my least favorite people were invited!

It's best to start at the beginning, as always.

The moment I got home that night, my parents had a bit of a surprise prepared for me. There I was, already feeling worn down and upset, and just ready to flop down on my comfy bed and squeeze some much-deserved shut-eye into my busy schedule. I'd planned on trying to slip my way as quietly as possible past the kitchen and down the hall, but life was a step ahead of me in that regard. When I opened the door to our cabin, a harsh and unpleasantly familiar voice filled my ears.

Ivan.

"Oh, (Y/n)!" Called my mother, sounding far too bubbly for such a catastrophic situation. "You're a bit late, but that's alright. I don't know if you remember, but..."

Oh, I remember, all right.

"We called Ivan!"

I cleared my throat, feeling awkward and out of place despite this being my own house, or at least the closest thing to it. Ivan looked pleased enough, but I knew it was just an act (or just his temporary state of tranquility that dissipates the moment we get to work). I met his expectant stare with a hesitant glance.

"Good to see you again... Ivan."

"And you as well, (L/n). You were so small when we first met, I didn't expect you to remember me, but maybe I just have that effect on people, eh?"

I nodded, trying not to glare at him, with all his pretentious words. When I was younger, he'd called me by my last name, too. At that point in time, I'd thought it was cool and a bit mysterious; It made me feel like a professional. Now, I just thought it was unnecessary and annoying.

"Ugh, don't most agents refer to their clients by first name?" I said lightly, trying my best not to piss him off.

His smile grew a bit wider, which was a telltale sign that he was angered by my attack on his methods.

"Well, we hardly know each other well enough for that, isn't that true?"

On the sidelines, my parents sat, watching our conversation as if it was a tennis match. It was a bit bothersome, and mildly embarrassing, but I could hardly expect them to just leave us to our own devices. After all, they'd presumably called Ivan for a reason, and it was their responsibility to smooth things over and help us get to the main course.

Fortunately, Ivan was mature enough to move on from trivial matters before I could make a rebuttal.

"Never mind that," He began, making his way over to the couch and sitting down in our living room as if he owned the place. "It's my understanding that you want to get into acting again, yes?"

"I actually never said I wanted to, but my parents seem pretty set on that, yeah."

"(Y/n)," My mother warned.

"Mom."

Is she serious right now? I thought, pacing the room uncomfortably as Ivan watched with his hawk-eyed stare. She knows I didn't want to do this, she knows I hate this guy, and she's making me do it anyway?!

I was acutely aware of how whiny my inner monologue sounded, but at the moment, I could hardly care. This man had been the bane of my existence from the ages of eight to twelve, and I'd been pretty damn loud about it. Thankfully, my parents had heard me back then and let Ivan go. But now, when I was older and probably more aware of my own desires and hobbies than ever before, here they were, introducing the demon back into my life. How could I be okay with this?