Feelings (PT Diaries, Episode 17)
Requested by @boo-boocmf: Hey, Marta I absolutely love the PT story with Evgeni Malkin and I was wondering if the next one could be where Y/n sees Geno in a different light (meaning in a romantic way) and she is very confused by it. Thanks love all blog.
A/N: Okay peeps, I’m ashamed about how bad this is. This was supposed to be a cute chapter and it turned out like shit. I’m so sorry.
Word count: 682
Warnings: short. one bad word. it’s awful.
“Go to bed, Geno.” I type, hitting send and resting my phone on my stomach.
I look at the TV in front of me, the girl and the guy in the movie are already kissing so I’ve missed a big chunk of the movie. I was having a me night when Geno texted me; I had taken a bubble bath, ordered takeout from my favorite place, poured a nice glass of wine and chosen a stupid romcom to watch. Geno just wanted to check the time he should be at pool tomorrow for his first swimming therapy session, but we have just kept texting for hours.
“You go to bed.” His response to my text makes me chuckle. He is like a little kid sometimes.
“I’m watching my movie.” I send back, taking a sip of wine while staring at the screen.
“You are not watching it.” He just says.
“Yes, I am.” I complain, trying to focus on the movie for two seconds before looking back at my phone.
“Net, vy ne (No, you aren’t).” I roll my eyes, opening google translator and typing what he’s said.
“Google translator is shit.” I complain, trying to make any sense of the translation that it’s given to me.
“Learn Russian.” He responds and I groan, giving up on whatever he has said before.
“Go to bed or I’ll kick your ass tomorrow.” I type quickly, adding a couple of flexing arms emojis.
Geno doesn’t answer back for a few minutes, so maybe he’s doing what I’ve said after all. I drink up what it’s left of my wine and focus on the movie, trying to catch up with the plot of it. It isn’t that hard, it is the typical romcom where a girl meets a guy, they hate each other at first but then they fall in love. I’m starting to get into the movie when my phone vibrates against my stomach; I pick it up to find a selfie of Geno lying on his bed, shirtless.
“Bed.” That’s the caption underneath the picture.
I shake my head, biting my lower lip before opening up my camera and taking a picture of my legs covered with a blanket and the TV.
“Sleep.” It’s my caption.
He sends a bunch of sleeping emojis and I laugh, sending the same amount of waving hands and kissy faces.
“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” I send out and then realized it. I’m so fucked.
I drop my phone on my lap, looking at the wall but not really seeing anything. Realization has hit me like a train and now my mind is racing at a thousand miles per hour and I have no brakes to stop me; I actually can’t wait to see Geno. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that it isn’t the first time that it has happened… I’ve run to the rink on my days off because he got hurt, I’ve gone to the doctor with him, I’ve driven him home… and I didn’t have to do those things.
I’m overwhelmed but the amount of feelings that are washing over me like waves. What are those feelings? What am I feeling? It isn’t love, but it isn’t a friendship either and it absolutely isn’t a professional relationship, two people that are just coworkers don’t do what Geno and I do. But it is wrong.
“What the actual fuck, (y/n)?” I mutter to myself, trying to control my breathing, which has become erratic.
This whole thing is wrong. It is unprofessional. I cannot have feelings for a player. It is out of line. It could ruin everything I’ve worked for. It could ruin Geno’s career. It can make him feel uncomfortable. He probably doesn’t feel the same way.
I start pacing around, trying to shake the feelings out of my body like they are just dust, but I can’t. The whole thing is making me so anxious that I don’t see my phone lighting up with a text.
“I can’t wait to see you too, (y/n).”