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10) things you said that made me feel like shit

“It could’ve been better.”

Yuuri feels his coach’s words cut into him, piercing and expanding. His breaths are still coming in pants and his hands fall to his knees, clutching them to try and keep himself upright. “What?”

Victor doesn’t even meet his eyes. Instead, he’s fixed on the ice that Yuuri had been skating on just moments ago, fingers on his chin. “The routine. It could have been performed better. You missed the salchow.” With that, he turns to him. “You landed that every time in practice. What happened?”

“I…” Yuuri starts helplessly, because Victor knows exactly what happened, knows that the roars of the crowds are a dull throbbing that scrambles his positioning, that has his mind scattered. “I’m sorry.”

“I just don’t understand,” Victor complains, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That could’ve won, Yuuri. If you’d simply act like you were practicing it, it could’ve won. It’s not that you can’t do it. Obviously you can do it.”

Another skater is preparing himself.

Yuuri feels numb.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats quietly. He bows his head, tries to avoid the cameras and the interviewers in the distance. They start to walk silently towards the kiss and cry, and he sees Victor give a tight smile and wave to the cameras. When they sit down beside one another, there’s a hand on his back. He shifts away from it, just slightly, not enough to draw attention.

Victor frowns, leans towards him.

“Yuuri?”

Yuuri bites his lip, keeps his eyes trained straight ahead.

“Yuuri, what’s wrong?”

The scores come in. He reads them quickly, then pushes the too-low numbers into the back of his mind. “Nothing.”

The cameras flash. Victor’s hand returns to his back. “Why are you lying?”

Yuuri doesn’t answer, and a second later there are fingers laced with his own and tugging him towards the exit, past the cameras and the crowds. He’s led reluctantly into the nearest bathroom, where Victor keeps his hand held tight, eyebrows drawn together.  Unsure of what to do, Yuuri simply rolls his shoulders—he’d bent an arm awkwardly during the failed salchow.

“What’s wrong?” Victor repeats, more firmly this time. “The scores?”

A pause.

“Oh,” he realizes out loud, and he blinks a few times. “Oh, Yuuri, I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t… I’m sorry.”

He nods, continues to stare at the floor. “Don’t apologize. It’s fine.”

He’s scooped into Victor’s arms and swayed back and forth. “It’s not fine. You’re upset. What I said was insensitive. I was insensitive. Next time, constructive criticism.” He pulls away, stares him firmly in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Yuuri smiles softly and hugs him again, ducking his nose into Victor’s shoulder. “That’s okay. I’m sorry I messed up the salchow.”

“As your coach, I want you to do well, but as your fiancé, it doesn’t matter to me. We just need to keep those two things separated. I need to keep those two things separated.” He runs his thumb across the ring on Yuuri’s finger, kisses his cheek. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was just frustrated.”

Yuuri nods. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Win or lose.”

"You know, you're really sarcastic sometimes?"

Imagine arriving in the glade as the only girl, but instead of being all scared and such you’re capable of taking care of yourself and as sarcastic as Minho, so you two immediately hit it off.

     You woke up to the strange feeling of movement. To be specific, upwards. You opened your eyes, but they might as well have been shut it was so dark. you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face (don’t even lie, you’ve tried that before…….no?…..okay…….just me then……. I’ll stop talking now). You put your hands down to push yourself up, but hissed at the cool feeling of metal. You stood up and put your arms out on either side of you on and felt a cool metal wall on your finger tips.

     The room you were in suddenly came to a stop and you were thrown off your feet. You looked around you and heard a loud clank from above you. Your head shot upwards and you watched as a bright line of line formed and soon expanded, the light piercing your eyes. You shielded your eyes as best as you could with your hand but dropped it when you heard voices.

     “I wonder who the newbie is.”

     “It’s a girl.”

     “What no way is it a girl.”

     “Is she hot?”

     “From what I can see she is.”

     “Oooh dibs.”

     You frowned. Boys were already calling dibs on you and you hadn’t even been there five minutes. The words started to piss you off. A simple brown rope was lowered down to you with a hoop at the bottom. You stood up slowly and stuck your foot in to hoop, grasping the remainder of the rope. You felt it jolt and you were yanked into the bright sunlight.

     You felt hands pull you off the ground but you quickly pulled away. “I can manage just fine, thank you.” You said straightening your clothes and glaring at all the boys. There had to be atleast fifty of them…… joy.

     “And for your information, calling dibs on a girl that hasn’t even been here is a very dick move.” You said taking in your surroundings. “Now. Who wants to tell me where the hell I am?”


     It had been about two months since you arrived in the glade and you were fitting in quite well. Partly because you worked your ass off and partly because half the boys were scared of you.

     You were currently in the maze running with Minho. Ever since you arrived, Minho is really the only one you could tolerate. That and he was extremely good looking, so bonus. This was about the fifth time since you two had come to this area and you were starting to get tire of it.

     “You know, when you map out an area a total of five times, don’t you think something new would’ve opened up by now. And since it hasn’t, why the hell are we out here?” You asked, stopping to catch your breath.

     Minho stopped a few feet ahead of you and turned to face you. “You know, you’re really sarcastic sometimes?”

     “Please how can one not being in a place like this surrounded by a bunch of dumbass boys?” You asked leaning against a wall and sinking to the ground.

     Minho came over and sat down next to you. You two sat in silence for a few minutes before something came over you and you just leaned over and kissed him. You quickly pulled away and buried your face in your hands. “Sorry.” You mumbles into your hands.

     Minho pulled your hands off of your face and turned your head to face him. He connected his lips back to yours and you immediately kissed back. After what felt like eternity but was probably only a minute or two, you two pulled away gasping for air.

     Minho laughed “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said with a wide smile.

     You laughed and you both stood up running back to the glade.