So, this is the conclusion to my fic. A big thanks to everyone who were with me the whole time I wrote it. Love you guys.

I don't own YOI, though I wish i did.

Victor smiled as he saw watched his young Japanese lover down his glass of champagne. He had a big smile on his face, and why wouldn't he? He had won gold in the Grand Prix final, after had been really proud when he, for the first time when he stood with him on the podium with the silver around his neck. It was his first Grand Prix silver medal, and he had been teased a great deal about it.

Having finished the glass of champagne, Yuuri reached out for another, but Victor promptly stopped him. Victor was actually tempted to let him get drunk. The usually shy and innocent Yuuri tended to turn into a wanton beast when he was drunk, and the Russian skater loved it. However, the younger man needed to be sober to make this decision.

'Yuuri.' Victor said. He looked around. He then glanced at Yurio and Otabek who were holding hands under the table. Yurio removed his hand when Victor's eyes fell on him, and he frowned. He then looked at Phichit, Chris and J.J who were all among the few who knew about the whole charade.

'Yuuri.' he repeated. He gazed into the younger man's eyes. He then took his hand, and said. 'Katsuki Yuuri, love of my life...'

'Victor.' Yuuri's eyes teared up.

'Yuuri, marry me.'

'Victor!' He then kissed the older man. 'Yes, yes Victor.'

Tears of joy formed on Victor's eyes as well. He looked beautiful.

'I love you so much, Yuuri.'

'Love you too.'

They glanced at their matching rings, which somehow they had never gotten around to taking off.

'Phichit, stop that!' Yurio's angry voice broke the silence. Everyone's eyes turned to him. He snatched Phichit's phone and showed it to us. 'This idiot was trying to upload this.' There was a picture of Victor and Yuuri tagged #Engaged.

'Phichit.' said Yuuri. 'I didn't expect this of you. You know how everyone in the world thinks we got engaged over a year ago. Do you really want to expose us?'

'I'm sorry.' Phichit said, flustered 'I'll change the tag.' He tagged the photo as #Victuuri and #OTP, much to everyone's amusement.

So, that's it. I've finally ended this fic. Do tell me your opinions.