The moment he woke up to Celestino frantically shaking him, screaming that they had to get to the airport in two hours, Phichit Chulanont knew that the day was going to suck. Waking up with a hangover didn't make it any better.

Phichit stuffed his pajamas into his suitcase as soon as he had his clothes on. He didn't remember putting them on after the banquet. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even know how he got back to his room. Phichit could only guess that either Celestino or Yūri brought him back.

After sweeping over the room one last time to make sure neither of them forgot anything, Phichit reached for his phone to check the time. A series of texts from an unfamiliar—in the sense that he never remembered entering the information—contact distracted him.

Chris-GC

Bonjour, Phichit! This is Chris, just so

you know. I added my number to your

phone last night.

Chris-GC

You won't remember because you

blacked out and I had to take you up

to your room.

Chris-GC

Ps you should set up a passcode.

Celestino ushered Phichit out the door as the skater texted back a thank you. It was when they were in the elevator that Phichit received a response.

Chris-GC

De rien. By the way, you were right.

Phichit

About what?

Dots appeared, indicating that Chris was typing. Just as Phichit was trying to think of what the Swiss man was referring to, his response appeared.

Chris-GC

I did see a tongue in that kiss scene.

Ah, so that's what it was about. Phichit was glad to see that someone agreed with him. While Yūri and He Long—the Shanghai snob—vehemently denied that they Frenched it on stage, Phichit swore that he saw at least one tongue during the performance and the recorded video. The Thai skater had no idea how Yūri didn't throw up afterwards—or maybe he did when he fled backstage after the scene.

It was only when they were in the taxi that Phichit sat up, clarity flooding his mind as he unlocked his phone and stared wide-eyed at Chris' last message. Phichit didn't remember showing Chris the kiss between Phoebus and Eros—hell, he never even showed Viktor, no matter how much he wanted to.

Ps you should set up a passcode.

Phichit

Chris...what did you do with my

phone last night?

Phichit felt his palms become sweaty when the only response he received from his new contact was a smirking emoji.

Whatever was on Phichit's phone, Viktor knew he had to find some way to get his number and ask for more evidence of Yūri's college acting days. What else could make his student steal his best friend's phone and hightail it out of the banquet?

Phichit and Celestino were nowhere in sight, so that left asking Yūri if he had any media mementos of his acting final. But with how private the Japanese skater was, there was no chance of getting anything out of him. Plus, according to Chris—who Viktor met after the party while the Swiss had a Japanese and a Thai over each shoulder—Phichit ran headlong into Yūri and they knocked out on the floor. There were no serious problems but while they sat at an airport cafe as they waited for their plane to come in, Yūri pressed a cold bottle to his forehead.

They were joined by Chris, who had a strange smile on his face like he knew something that they didn't. It quickly morphed into worry as he peered at Yūri's face. "It still hurts?"

Yūri nodded slowly.

"Do you mind if I put on some relaxing music?" The Japanese skater shook his head this time, allowing Chris to search for a tune. The music began to play and Chris stared at his phone, likely looking through social media.

"What made you want to listen to 'God Help the Outcasts'?" Viktor asked once he heard the opening lyrics, sung by a man.

"I was in the mood for The Hunchback of Notre Dame," Chris replied. "It took me a while to find a male version that sounded good." Viktor had to admit Chris had a point. After Celestino generously told him about Yūri's musical number, Viktor had listened to various versions of 'God Help the Outcasts' for the rest of the night. He lost some hours he could have spent sleeping, but Viktor wanted to imagine what Yūri could possibly sound like when he sang. The Russian had no idea where Chris found it, but the rendition he was playing sounded a lot like what Viktor thought Yūri would sound like.

As he thought that, Yūri's eyes widened in horror as he looked at Chris, who smiled widely in return. Yūri then stared at whatever the Swiss was looking at on his phone, paling faster than Yurio losing his temper. "Chris…how did you get this?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"What is it?" Viktor reached for Chris' phone, curious to see what could make Yūri as pale as ice and Chris grin like the Cheshire Cat. His jaw dropped when he saw Yūri on Chris' screen.

There was Yūri, wearing his Gypsy costume. There was Yūri, opening his mouth to project the heartfelt plea of a song to anyone who would listen. There he was, singing 'God Help the Outcasts'.

"How did you get this?" Viktor echoed.

"I may have stolen a video from Phichit's phone," he could hear Chris say.

"May have?!"

"I could not resist!"

Of course he couldn't. Who could, after discovering another layer to the enigma that was Yūri Katsuki? Viktor slowly tuned out of the world around him, eyes and ears only for the Yūri in the video. Celestino was right: he was beautiful. Yūri hit each note of the pleading melody wonderfully—and he also had a somber tone that made Viktor want to cry. Out of pride or sadness, he had no idea. He would admit that he sniffled at least once.

When the video ended with Phichit hollering over the rest of the crowd's applause, Viktor looked up. Chris smiled smugly at Yūri, who covered his eyes to hide his embarrassment. "There's nothing to be ashamed about, mon ami," Chris assured. "I thought you were fantastic. Your coach does, too."

"I messed up a line," Yūri mumbled. His hand covered his eyes but did nothing to hide the blush that was beginning to form. "Near the beginning, i was supposed to say "I shouldn't" but I ended up saying "how dare I"."

"I thought it was better that way," Viktor said.

Yūri gingerly removed his hand to look at him, his cheeks still pink. "You do?"

"Be proud of yourself, Yūri." Chris patted the younger skater's back in a reassuring manner as Viktor sipped his drink. "In fact, this is one of my favorites. Right after your kiss scene with Capitaine Phoebus!"

"What!" Yūri's head spun towards the Swiss while Viktor nearly choked on his coffee. He swallowed, but Viktor was left with a fire in his lungs. "Chris...please tell me you didn't..."

Chris took his phone back from Viktor before the Russian could blink, locking it before waving it tauntingly. "I must say, you were very bold."

Both Viktor and Yūri made a grab for the phone but Chris moved his arm back and stood up. "Please, Chris, don't share it online!" Yūri begged.

"Don't worry, I won't share this anywhere!"

"You'll share it with me, won't you?" Viktor asked.

This time, Chris threw his head back and laughed. "Jamais!"

"Chris!"

"My flight is here! Au revoir, mes amis!"

Viktor watched as his best friend and former competitor dashed off. He was ticked off, but not at Chris. No, Viktor was angry at himself. Because for a moment, even though he didn't know it at the time, he held evidence of the (in)famous kiss scene between Eros and Phoebus.

And he let it slip from his fingers. Quite literally.

"Yūri~" Viktor slowly turned his head to look at his student, smiling widely. "You wouldn't mind giving me Phichit's contact, would you?"

Translation notes:

Some new foreign vocabulary that showed up in this chapter.

De rien is French for "it's nothing". It's the French way of saying "You're welcome".

Jamais, in the same language, means "never".

Au revoir, as many people might already know, is a way of saying "good-bye".

Mes amis means "my friends". It's the plural form of mon ami, which means my friend.