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“Frontman. I need him.” Seungkwan lifts his own glass, pinky extended to the stage.
Seungkwan noticed him the second he came on stage (all of two minutes ago). He’s lanky, his head is freshly buzzed— and the way he moves oozes with confidence. An absolutely killer smile paired with stage presence— Seungkwan was sold.
Soonyoung follows the line of Seungkwan’s point, tiny straw hanging between his lips. He openly scowls when he realizes who Seungkwan is talking about, spits his straw back into his glass. “No shot, Kwannie. These assholes are too popular for us. They’re literally straight off a tour.”
“That's great. I don’t give a damn. I’m going to fuck that one.”
(OR: Seungkwan doesn't date musicians, but he certainly fucks them.)
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18 May 2026
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No, instead it was easier for him to say he had no idea how the jacket had ended up in his suitcase, once he’d finally taken the time to unpack when he returned to Russia. And that was exactly what he’d said when asked about it.
Yuri 'accidentally' ends up with Otabek's hoodie in his possession after the GPF in Barcelona. He intends to give it back (really, he does), but the topic never seems to come up in conversation. And if he wears it a few times first, really that's just an accident too.
(Not that Otabek minds in the least.)
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11 Mar 2026
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Yuri sends a dinner table selfie with Yakov and Lilia scowling in the background behind his smirking face.
[Sent 19:06]
they hate sns even more than you do[Received 19:07]
I don’t hate sns, I just don’t have much use for it[Sent 19:07]
liar. send me photos! you never post photos, your insta is sad and emptyIn response, Otabek sends a spectacularly poorly-lit view of the corner of his living room, and either he’s fucking with Yuri on purpose or he’s just that bad at photography. It’s kind of amazing, either way.
Yuri learns how to be friends. Then he learns — against his will, thanks — how to have a crush. Then he learns that seeing your crush in your own damn shirt is a one-way ticket to a heart attack.
He never asked for this.
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11 Mar 2026
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Otabek might hate ballet, but his coach is convinced that he needs to increase his flexibility somehow if he plans to win the Grand Prix this season. When she signs him up for yoga at a studio with a reputation of working with athletes, he reluctantly agrees to give it a try. There, he meets his new instructor Yuri Plisetsky, a former competitive skater Otabek had low-key obsessed over until he disappeared from the skating world on the eve of his Seniors debut. Suddenly, yoga isn’t looking half bad.
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Yuri bursts through the front door, vaults the reception desk, and hides behind the safety of Katsuki’s legs. Katsuki tilts his head and looks down at him, perplexed. “Uh, hi?"
“Shh!” Yuri hisses. “Don’t look at me, I’m not here!” Katsuki opens his mouth but Yuri cuts him off. “Otabek Altin, the Otabek Altin, is outside!"
Katsuki frowns. “I know,” he says. “His coach called last week and asked if I could work with him.”
Yuri stares at him, betrayed. “And you didn’t tell me?” he growls, gesturing emphatically. He squeezes his forgotten coffee too hard and the lid pops off, slopping coffee all over him. Katsuki skips backward a step and shakes a few stray drops off his foot.
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10 Mar 2026
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A medical AU in which Yuri's a fourth-year emergency medicine resident and Otabek's the hospital’s new trauma attending, I throw around way too much medical jargon, and eventually they fall in love.
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07 Mar 2026