• Phichit: Yuuri, tonight we're gonna go out, we're gonna win some medals, and we're going to make history. Phone-five!
  • Phitchit: *slaps cell-phone*
  • Phichit: You didn't phone-five, did you?
  • Yuuri: ...
  • Phichit: I know when you don't phone-five, Yuuri.
She’ll come into your life soft and quiet, like a winter storm, and lift you from the ground like she’s handling fine china. She will pick out the glass shards pricking your body and marring your skin, and she’ll bandage your wounds with care. She’ll then wipe all the soot and dirt from your cheeks as you nudge your face into her tender hands. Finally, she’ll reach her fingers, ever so softly into your chest, and warm your heart from the inside out until it beats anew.
—  tell-my-mother-not-to-worry, A Thank You Letter to E.
  • MC: Did you take out the trash, Saeran?
  • Saeran: I tried but Saeyoung is still here