Unexpected ▪ Yuri On Ice

Bet On Us

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There's nothing like Halseys Hopeless Fountain Kingdom to accommodate tragic love and broken heartedness. It makes me sadder and sadder while providing a little slice of inner peace that nothing else can bring. I let the music carry me through the economic jargon on my laptop screen as I strive to memorize the perfect definitions for perfect competition, monopolies and oligopolies. 

I told myself the day I turned away from Victor that I'd carry on. I'm proud of my outcome, the advancements I've made academically help me cope with the ever circling pain in my body. I wish it were a real liquid, so I could cut myself open and bleed it all out until all I can feel is numb.

Then Pichit wanders in. I almost sigh in relief to see he's not carrying any food in his hands. I can't eat when just the thought of it makes me want to spill my guts. People in pain aren't hungry, they're hurting. 

I take my headphones off anyway, turning in my chair to face him. All I had to save me, all I've ever had to save me is Pichit and the way I've treated him isn't acceptable. 

"Hey I made-"

Food. Great. 

"What kind animal eats at 11pm?" At that I turn back to my screen, looking at an annotated list of market structures. My head hurts. I don't think I've moved since I got home. Not that I care. 

"The same animal that studies planet orgies into the wee hours of the morning"

Ugh. Smartass. 

"How many times do I have to tell you they're called solar systems? Plus, I'm doing market structures" As I slip my glasses off and wipe them with my black t-shirt Pichit leans over my shoulder, inspecting the screen with a hum. 

"Oh? Orgygopolies!"

"I hate you. Go away"

"I dont want to" he pouts, backing off and leaning his hip on the edge of my desk. Just as I open my mouth to hypocritically tell him to go to bed I hear a very familiar song in the distance. 

"I cant believe you put on high school musical and didn't invite me" To tell the truth I probably wouldn't pay attention, I probably wouldn't even sing along which frankly is a sin in my books. As the sad machine that I've become I'd pick out quotes and lyrics that symbolise all that's happened and just how sad that makes me. I gotta go my own way would definitely reduce me to tears. 

"What?" Both of us frown. 

"I can hear Bet On It playing downstairs" 

"Thats not coming from downstairs..." his frown deepens as we listen, then Pichit looks out my window and his jaw drops, "Oh my god"

"What?" Immediately I get up and join him. There it is, a silver head under an umbrella, "God is that Victor?" I know it is. Spotting him is an easy task, I just can't quite believe it. What in the living fuck is he doing here? Am I ready for this? For him? 

Ready isn't the word. I made a decision. Victor needs to be eliminated, he's not good for me, regardless of what my heart wants. 

"He needs to leave" I grab my  boots and slip them on quickly, ready to tell him to go to hell even when a small betraying part of me is kind of happy that the idiot turned up at 11pm in the pouring rain just to play a song about him changing his ways through his car radio.

"No Yuuri! Hear him out" Pichit begs. Its all too easy to give in to that.

"I'm going to tell him to fuck off before he catches a cold" I breeze past a surprised Pichit, jogging down the stairs and bursting through the door before my anxiety can tell me not to.