Writing Request: Seung-Gil Lee has kept his eyes on Phichit Chulanont for years now. They're both about to hit 25 and at the GPF when he hears Leo de la Iglesia talk about how he's going to surprise his crush at the Four Continents Championship with a confession after his skate. Seung-Gil Lee immediately goes in to Defcon 1 mode and has precisely 10 weeks to both nail his programs and come up with a plan. ((Except he doesn't realize Leo meant GuangHong Ji.))
ELLA ILY IM SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A MONTH <3 (takes place after Seung Gil hears Leo telling Otabek he’s gonna confess to his crush)
Seung Gil Lee is determined and his face is set into stone as he walks down the corridor with his hands shoved into his pockets. He recalls how at the Grand Prix Leo de la Iglesia was talking to Otabek Altin about how he was going to confess to his crush at Four Continents, which they would all be competing in. And then Phichit Chulanont had ran up to him, smiling as bright as the god damn sun, and Leo had turned red.
Seung Gil was seeing red after that and had promptly turned around to head back onto the ice. He needed to practice if he was going to beat Leo, and if he was going to work up the nerve to confess to Phichit first.
Seung Gil had never seen himself as petty but hearing that Leo was going to confess to Phichit, who Seung Gil realized he had feelings for in that very moment, made his blood boil.
Phichit was one of the friendliest skaters that Seung Gil knew, unfortunately. He always found his forwardness to be annoying and the way he had to talk to everybody repulsive. It reminded him a lot of Sara Crispino, the woman from Italy that he absolutely detested simply for the fact that she could not take no for an answer. He also didn’t like women much, but that was beside the fact. Phichit was always forcing Seung Gil out with them, Leo and Guang Hong Ji from China, whenever they were in the same competitions. Seung Gil was a wallflower by nature but Phichit made him interact.
He didn’t like that very much.
Until he realized that Phichit had had the same affect over somebody else. Then it was a problem.
Over the next ten weeks Seung Gil thought of nothing but his free and short programs, and Phichit. He thought of the way Phichit’s dark eyes shined with mirth no matter what he was talking about and the way he laughed with his entire body. He enjoyed how Phichit was so animated when he spoke even if he was in his face while he did so. Seung Gil loved the little hair on top of Phichit’s head that rose higher than the others. He couldn’t help but think of the way his skin compared to Phichit’s dark complexion as well.
It made him shiver and then he took off into a quadruple toe loop, landing it perfectly.
Up until five years ago, Seung Gil had been the only one to land the quadruple toe loop. And then Phichit (and JJ but Seung Gil did not compare about that egotistical asshole in the slightest) had gone and taken that title from him by using it in his free skate at his first Grand Prix. Seung Gil remembers the way he had felt a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and anger.
Excitement, because now he had real competition.
Anxiety, because his coach was going to yell at him and work him to death the next day (although he did this of his own fruition).
And anger, because he was no longer the only person who could land a quadruple toe loop; he was one of three.
Seung Gil huffs and shoves his headphones into his ears once more. He has to focus. But he can’t because Leo is passing by him, talking animatedly to Otabek Altin, who Seung Gil thought for sure had retired after the GPF but he guesses the gold there wasn’t enough. Seung Gil has no doubts that Leo is discussing how he’s going to confess to Leo and that just makes the Korean walk a little faster and with more force in his steps.
“Seung Gil~!” A voice sings behind him and he turns up his music louder to drown out the noise.
A strong arm loops around his neck and he glares into JJ’s face. “Aw, don’t be like that!”
“Off.” Seung Gil commands and when JJ doesn’t let go of him he shoves him off, proceeding to quicken his pace even more.
“Nobody likes a negative Nelly, Seung Gil! I just wanted to see how you….” JJ’s voice filters out as Seung Gil turns the corner. He needs to be alone so he can not psych himself out.
Seung Gil isn’t a planner. He doesn’t usually do things quite like this ahead of time. And by this, he means that he doesn’t confess to people. He stayed up late losing sleep in order to figure out how to be more charming than Leo de la Iglesia.
He is positive that there is no way to be more charming than Leo, especially in order to impress Phichit.
He doesn’t really know what Phichit likes aside from hamsters and his friends. His social media is no help, as he is a menace and has hundreds of posts of various things. Including selfies he’s taken with the American skater.
Seung Gil realizes that the tightness in his chest is jealousy because maybe, just maybe, he too wants to take a selfie with Phichit. Phichit had never approached him about it, knowing how Asians could be with social media and spreading themselves. Phichit knew, at least, that Seung Gil is more reserved than the other skaters, much like Otabek Altin, who rarely uses social media. Seung Gil mostly uses his to post pictures of his dog.
Seung Gil decided over the course of 10 weeks that he is going to wing it. He is going to wing confessing to Phichit this… attraction, maybe obsession, that he has for him. When you spend all hours of the day thinking about somebody and skating for them, it’s more of an obsession.
Seung Gil spends about half a hour in this silent corridor before they are corralled onto the ice for practice. His practice time is the same time as Phichit’s (and Leo’s) and he tries to avoid him.
“Good luck today, Seung Gil!” Phichit calls as he skates back. Seung Gil just ducks his head to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. Phichit’s voice is light and filters around Seung Gil’s heart, tugging him in all the wrong directions. He almost crashes into Leo when thinking about Phichit.
“I’m so sorry!” Leo cries as he just barely misses him.
Seung Gil just scowls and skates off with renowned fervor. It feels like forever before it is time for them to skate. He doesn’t know whether or not Leo plans on confessing today after the short program or tomorrow after the free skate. Seung Gil feels as if he should do it today, but he is unsure.
Otabek skates first, then JJ, then Phichit. He is captivating on the ice, all the energy he has going into performing for every single person in the stands. Seung Gil feels as if he’s performing just for him as he stands off to the side slack jawed and in awe.
“Brilliant, right?” Leo asks beside him. Seung Gil hadn’t even heard him approach.
Seung Gil doesn’t respond, just bends down to tie his skates. He doesn’t look at Leo again.
Leo and Phichit high five as they switch spots on the ice. Seung Gil can’t stand to watch and fiddles with his skates a bit more. It’s him next and then it’s Guang Hong’s turn to skate. By the end of it, JJ is in first, Phichit in second, Otabek in third, Seung Gil in fourth, Leo in fifth and Guang Hong in sixth.
Seung Gil is not happy with his placement. How is he supposed to impress Phichit if he can’t even get a higher score than him. His coach is going to comfort him but he just storms away, biting his tongue to stop himself from crying. He can’t deal with this right now.
“You were amazing.” Leo’s voice filters from one of the dead end hallways. It makes Seung Gil stop and his heart begin to pound. Leo had beaten him; he was going to confess first.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” Leo goes on. “Please don’t interrupt I… I’ve been waiting a long time to say this.”
Seung Gil leans against the wall in defeat. There was no way he could beat Leo. He wasn’t charming enough nor was he fast enough.
“Aren’t they cute?” A voice whispers in Seung Gil’s ear. Seung Gil freezes. That voice… It wasn’t JJ’s this time, but.
Seung Gil looks over his shoulder into the grinning face of Phichit.
“I didn’t think you were the eavesdropping type, Seung Gil.” Phichit hums and then he looks around him into the hallway. Seung Gil looks too. And what he sees is definitely not Phichit and Leo. It’s Leo, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously in front of Guang Hong Ji, who is cupping his mouth in surprise.
“It was only a matter of time.” Phichit clicks his tongue and shakes his head, beginning to walk away. “Young love!”
Phichit whistles and gives Seung Gil a wink before leaving him there. Seung Gil takes one last look at Leo and Guang Hong before rushing after him, grabbing onto the Thai skater’s wrist.
“So… Leo, he….” Seung Gil casts his eyes to the other end of the hall. “It’s not you.”
Phichit blinks. “What?”
“He’s not… do you have any… interest in Leo?” Seung Gil grits out.
Phichit blinks again and then he giggles. “Hm? What’s this? You’re quite blunt, aren’t you?” Phichit runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “I don’t.”
“But… he was supposed to…. I don’t understand.”
“I’m a little lost too here.”
“He didn’t confess to you?” Seung Gil finally asks.
“Um.” Phichit grins again. “As far as I know, he has never confessed to me. Only Guang Hong. Why? Jealous that he’s not confessing to you?”
“No!” Seung Gil glares and then he lets up when he sees the surprise on Phichit’s face. “I just…”
This is not how he wanted this to go. His mind is spinning and he doesn’t have any coherent thoughts in his mind. But he knows what he has to do now and it can’t wait until after the free skate.
So, he steals a little trick from Leo’s book.
“I… liked your short program.” Seung Gil confesses, switching gears.
“Thank you!” Phichit smiles, unsuspecting. “Yours was really great too. There’s a story there. I can tell you worked hard.”
“I… did it for you.” Seung Gil mumbles. He looks down at his sneakers.
Phichit is silent for a moment and Seung Gil realizes he is still holding onto Phichit’s wrist. He lets go.
“I wanted to impress you because… because….” Seung Gil furrows his thick eyebrows, trying to form the right thoughts. “I…”
Phichit covers his mouth and laughs again. “Are you trying to ask me out or something?”
Seung Gil turns his head and scowls. Phichit is making fun of him now, perfect.
He feels hot breath on his cheeks and his skin ignites as Phichit whispers in his ear. “Meet me at the Italian restaurant down the street from the hotel at seven tonight. You should get yourself together by then.” Then he kisses his cheek, just a peck, and is walking down the hall with a little spring in his step.
Seung Gil is left feeling confused and satisfied, because he thinks he has a date with the one he’s longed for for ten weeks and even before.