Yuri on Ice || Seven Minutes in Heaven

「Introduction」

The Grand Prix final had already ended and only a handful of the skaters who participated stayed for the after party. Similar to the previous year's after party, this one would be just as crazy. No alcohol was even needed to make this night a one to remember. It was all caused by a bored Viktor who only wanted to make the once boring party more entertaining.

"Let's all play a game!" Viktor said happily, appearing out of nowhere.

The silver-haired Russian had managed to slip away from the party quite a while ago. By the time his absence was noticed by the rest of the guests, he was already far away enough so that no one could find him. Now that he was back inside the room, everyone had mixed emotions about this new game.

"No," answered Yuri.

The blonde-haired boy was as blunt as ever but in the end, he only spoke what the majority of the guests there were thinking.

"Oh, don't be a party pooper, Yurio," Viktor replied, still just as cheery as before.

"I told you not to call me by that stupid name!"

"I want to play a game!" said an ecstatic looking Minami.

"See, Yurio?" Viktor said, the grin on his face growing even wider. "Minami wants to play."

"I'm not really too sure about this, Viktor," Yuuri said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, Yuuri, the result of the game can't be any worse than what happened last year when you got drunk."

The shy, bespectacled man's face grew bright red in embarrassment at just the mention of the events that took place at last year's party. Before he could reply back to Viktor, the small and very innocent looking seventeen-year-old cut in.

"Please play, Yuuri!" Minami begged with wide eyes.

"Oh, um, alright," he replied, still shocked by how much the boy looked up to him. "What game would we even be playing?"

"I'll explain after everyone agrees to it," he replied, earning him a suspicious look from everyone else. Even so, no one questioned him.

"I'll join," said Phichit.

"It sounds stupid to me. I'm not joining," Yuri said stubbornly.

Before Viktor could say anything to convince the young boy to play, another voice cut in first.

"What's wrong, Yuri? Afraid that I'll beat you in this game just like ice skating?" said the ever so arrogant JJ.

"What was that?" Yuri roared, showing off the side of him that earned him the title of the Russian Punk. He quickly turned to Viktor. "In this stupid game, I'll be able to crush that damn arrogant fool, right?"

Viktor let out a sheepish laugh. "Uh, sure."

"Fine. Then I'll guess I'll play, too."

"Great!" Viktor said as he clapped his hands together. "What about you, Otabek?"

The quiet man had almost gone completely unnoticed throughout this party. Now all eyes were on him waiting for his response. He couldn't help but feel slightly pressured for his answer to be what everyone else wanted it to be.

"I'll play," he said, ultimately giving in to the pressure.

"Perfect! So the game we'll be playing is Seven Minutes in Heaven," Viktor said cheerily.

The only response he was met with was dead silence. Everyone gave him a look that was none too friendly.

"Seriously?" Yuuri asked, a look of disappointment spread across his face.

"Remember, you all agreed to it!"

"You don't actually expect me to willingly be locked in a closet with these wimps, do you?" Yuri snapped.

"Of course not!" Viktor said. Opening the door he was standing in front of, he invited seven girls inside the room. "We'll be playing with these lovely ladies here."

Seven guys and seven girls playing Seven Minutes in Heaven together. This surely would be one hell of a memorable banquet.