|| Hold Me ||: A Yuri Plisetsky Story ||

Chapter V

"I'm Guang Hong."

I smiled and shook his hand, the warmth continued to spread thought my entire body as his presence filled me with good vibes. His smile looked like a lit up Christmas tree and his eyes sparkled like fireworks.

"It's a nice to meet you Guang Hong," I told him sincerely releasing my grip on his hand as to not seem creepy.

"It's nice to finally meet you as well Yulia," I looked at him confused. Finally? What does that mean?

"Um excuse me?" His face suddenly contorted into one that looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights as he registered what he had just said. Looking to Phichitu for guidance he let out a nervous laugh.

"We always talked about you Yulia whenever we met up," Phichitu explained a little embarrassed as his face became flustered.

"Yeah, sorry but we missed you a lot," Yuuri confessed making my heart shatter.

It had been weeks since we saw each other but by that we meant video called. The last time we really hung out was before Yuuri left Detroit leaving me and Phichitu behind.

"It's okay, I understand. I missed you too you goofballs," I said looking at the three of them.

"Awe you missed us too!" Phichitu exclaimed enveloping me in another one of his bear hugs.

"Yulia? Are you alright? I heared some yelling back here," Emil's head popped out from the door.

I waved him off while struggling to breathe in the bear hug, "It's fine Emil, we just have a bunch of wussies at the moment. Nothing I can't handle." He chuckled and returned to his post in response.

"Anyways Yulia, care to tour us around? I need to update my intagram!" Phichitu exclaimed after producing his phone and a selfoe stick from his backpack.

"Sure, follow me!" I laughed as we left the rink and embraced the nice and cool weather.

I toured them around Moscow for quite awhile, phichitu taking endless of pictures which either consisted of all 4 of us or only him. This boy goes through selfies as if he was consuming oxygen, I swear.

We ended up heading to one of the newly opened cafés in town with the theme of cats. Technically it was a cat café, and it was usually brewing with people but given the time of the day it was understandably less crowded. We easily found seats and were immediately greeted by the different cats residing within the cafe.

There were all kinds of cats from Scottish folds to Persians. Fat, short, and fluffy, it was heaven.

"So Yulia, what brought you to Detroit?" Guang Hong asked taking a seat beside me as I ruffled the fur of a fat Persian cat. I was caught off guard, my hand mid patting the cat who'd stopped purring as if sensing that something was off.

"Family business," I replied keeping my eyes out for Yuuri and Phichitu who had been taking several photos of the cats. Guang Hong nodded before questioning me again.

"Yuuri says you stayed for quite some time though," his eyes sparkled with curiousity as if my life story was any interesting.

"For maybe 3 years," I told him, "So how was the grand Prix?" I asked changing the subject. Guang Hong looked at me in disbelief then glanced at Yuuri and Phichitu.

"I didn't qualify," he smiled sadly, "but Yuuri won second place and Phichitu earned a spot too, not on the podium."

My eyes widened at this, "Seriously?! But I heard he made a pretty good come back!" I exclaimed suddenly moving towards Guang Hong. His eyes widened realizing the proximity of our faces but my curiousity got the best of me.