Our Little Bonding Camp

Chapter 1

"Viktor, you're going to need to get up soon. We have to go to practice, we've been skipping for the last month." I looked at the bundle of blankets and pillows, hoping to see my fiance's face. 

"I'm not going. There's no point." I leaned down and placed my hand on the bed. He pulled down the blankets far enough to look at me. His cheeks were tear-streaked and his face was in serious need of a shave. 

"Viktor, I miss him too, but we still have priorities. And before you say that I wouldn't understand, I do, but there's no point in sitting here moping. I of all people would know that." He, in return pulled the covers back over his head and mumbled something that was muffled by all the layers. 

Knowing that he wouldn't move, I walked out of the bedroom closing the door quietly behind me. I love him, but this was getting ridiculous. I had to do something, anything to help at least get him out of that god damned king size bed. A new poodle would do nothing, at least at the moment. That would have to wait. I didn't want him thinking that I was trying to get rid of Makkachin. That would be pure evil. But there had to be some sort of distraction. And maybe telling Viktor things that would make him want to kill Yurio's boyfriend was a fail, but that guy's toxic, and needs to be removed from Yurio's life before he does any damage. I guess I was just hoping that Viktor's 'over-protective dad' instincts would kick in. At this point anything, even seething anger, would be better with what I'd been given. I opened the kitchen door, walked in, and began making myself a much needed coffee. I pulled out my phone to check Instagram. There wasn't much activity, besides some selfies with JJ and Isabella showing off their oh so perfect love, Otabek with some girl and a Kazakh caption that I couldn't be bothered trying to decipher, and some photos of Phichit in Bankok going to see The Prince and The Skater 3. Wait... Phichit! He could help me! I finished  making my coffee, and took a sip as I called him. 

"Ciao Ciao! How are you doing Yuuri?" 

"I'm.. alright Phichit. But Viktor's kind of out of it. I need your help. How can I fix this? He hasn't moved from our bed for a month."

"Our bed? By the way, why is Viktor stuck in that bed anyway?"

"Viktor's parents passed away about a month ago. I only met them once but-" I felt tears sting my eyes as I choked up trying to hold back tears. 

"Oh Yuuri sweetie, I'm so sorry. Tell Viktor that he can come to me for support. Now, I don't want to seem insensitive by asking this, but it's a case of a broken heart of sorts?" 

"I guess, yeah."

"Well then distract his pain by surrounding him with love. That might at least help."

That's it. That's perfect. I wasn't sure what his relationship with his parents was, but it seemed like a close one, in it's own odd way. They were his family, and provided the love and support when Viktor was lonely.

"I have an idea. Thank you so much Phichit. And one more thing before I go."

"Yeah?"

"You're willing to let Chris help you play a little bit of matchmaker, right?"

"More then willing."

"Good. I'll call you back when I get some more details. Bye."

"Bye Yuuri."

I hung up and continued to look through my contacts until I found Chris. I wanted things to be done right, and I needed all of the professional help I could get. I pressed the dial button, praying to all things holy that he wasn't 'busy'. 

"Hi Yuuri~"

"Uh, hi Chris. Are you free to talk, or should I call later."

"If you mean to ask if I'm fucking Masumi, I'm not. I was planning to do that later tonight."